“All of them,” I admit.
My first kiss.
My first blowjob.
I gave him my first everything, and he didn’t even know it.
I dread his reaction, waiting for him to scold me for my lack of communication, but he goes straight for my lips instead, kissing me senseless.
“I’m the first guy who’s ever been inside you?” he asks despite knowing the answer. He just wants to hear me say it.
“You are.”
He looks so deeply into my eyes I’m afraid he can see through my lies. Truth is, I don’t want this to end tomorrow. I have feelings for him.
And it’s killing me.
He snaps me out of it by circling my throat with his hand and leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “You mark my fucking words, I’m also going to be the last.”
He curls his fingers under the hem of my Radiohead T-shirt and jerks it over my head—I threw on the first outfit I could find earlier. He’s unclasping the magnet of my bra, which is conveniently placed at the front, a heartbeat later.
This isn’t the first time Finn has seen my breasts if you count the time he watched me like a creeper while I was using the sex toy he gave me, but I still battle the urge to hide.
I have a large birthmark above my right breast, and I’ve always felt insecure about it. I’m seconds away from covering up when Finn banishes my worries with one flick of his tongue. His mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking, tugging, gently biting until my body relaxes.
“Your birthmark is so hot.” The pad of his fingers skim over the mark I spent so much of my life despising.
He starts fucking me again.
Harder.
Faster.
But the sensation of his mouth on my nipples overrides the discomfort I was feeling a moment prior.
Okay, I’m starting to feel good.
Really good.
And judging by the look on his face, the way he clenches his jaw as he moves in and out of me, I’m not the only one. I’m barely aware of my legs wrapping around his waist, holding him as close to me as possible.
“How does it feel to know no one is ever going to fuck you but me?” he grits out as he picks up the pace, pumping his hips faster. “All your firsts are mine, you hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.”
I want to argue and say he already has them all, but his finger dipping downward to rub small circles around my asshole proves me wrong. The sensation makes my stomach contract despite a voice in my head warning me as to his intentions.
“Never going to happen, Richards.”
He smirks. “We’ll see.”
My breasts bouncing with each of his speedy thrusts, I dig the heels of my feet into his back. He complies with my silent request, fucking me harder.
“Shit, that feels so good,” I moan.
Finn groans as he pounds into me for several minutes like he’s trying to fuck any boy I’ve ever looked at out of my head. He hoists my leg up on his shoulder to ram himself deeper inside me, triggering his own undoing in the process.
“Oh, fuck.” His jaw contracts as his thrusting grows jerkier, uneven. “Fuck, Dia.”
Seeing the pure ecstasy on his face lifts me up higher than ever before. It’s intoxicating, ten times better than experiencing it myself, and I clench around him, nudging him over the edge. His mouth comes down on mine as he peaks, pumping into me one last time before blowing into the condom with a grunt. He collapses on top of me a few seconds later, and his words rush to the front of my mind, twisting my heart into my chest.
He says no one else is ever going to touch me.
That I’m his.
And in that moment, as the boy I’m afraid to love plants luscious kisses all over my neck, branding me with promises of a tomorrow…
I almost believe him.