I was ready to be an adult.
I’d been ready for so, so long.
“Don’t you want to know my name?” the pretty stranger asked as he guided me into a room with a queen bed, white bedding, and a mountain of pillows.
It was a girl’s bedroom.
I didn’t know whose house this was or where this room’s owner was, but I didn’t care as the stranger spun me around and pressed me against the wall.
“Do you?” he asked again, his eyes blazing blue, his lips wet and waiting.
“Is it wrong if I say no?” I dropped my gaze, expecting him to leave. I didn’t know why I didn’t want to know his name. After all, I needed something to remember him by. He would forever be part of my life—taking my virginity would tie him to me regardless if I wanted it to or not.
But he smiled softly, nodding as if he understood. “Are you going to pretend I’m him?” He kissed me gently, waiting for me to reply.
Against his lips, I murmured, “I don’t want to, but I can’t promise anything.”
How lucky was I? How incredibly lucky to be honest and not have to pretend to be brave and sexy. I didn’t have to hide my shakes. I didn’t have to fake my fear.
He kissed me again, and I opened my mouth, licking him. When he pulled away for a breath, I moaned, “I don’t want to think about him. That’s the point.”
“Well, think about me then. Think about where I touch you…” His fingers trailed down my face to my breast, cupping me with a pressure that wasn’t enough. “Think about where I kiss you…” He pressed his mouth to my neck, sending coils of desire through my belly. “Think about where I’m going to fill you…” His fingers drifted down my thigh and hooked under the hem of my dress. With locked eyes, he shoved aside the material and skated his touch, up and up.
I bit my lip, breathing fast as he touched me between the legs and found I wore no underwear.
A firework of surprise showed in his blue gaze as his fingers feathered over my newly shaved mound. “You truly came here to do this…didn’t you?”
I nodded as he pressed a finger inside me.
The condom in my hand fluttered to the floor as his mouth found mine again and kissed me deep.
I sighed, clutching at his shoulders and letting my bag drop to where the condom landed.
The stranger could kiss.
His fingers felt better than other boys who’d touched me.
And it didn’t take long for my body to shed its sadness and welcome any other feeling but heartache.
I spread my legs, pressing my spine against the wall and hooking my fingers into his belt.
He groaned as I cupped his erection, tracing the hardness, learning that his length and girth were impressive and would most likely hurt me.
I shivered harder, a mix of terror and lust making me jumpy. My mind was nothing but fog—a mist where no thought could find me apart from touch.
Kiss.
Finger.
Sex.
No Ren.
No breaking hearts.
No Rachel989s.
My hand worked harder on his belt as he made me wet. His one finger morphed to two, stretching me in all the right ways. My head turned heavy, my eyes hazy as I struggled to free him.
Ducking to his knees, the stranger hooked my leg over his shoulder and kissed me in a place no one else had before.
His tongue ran over my smooth seam, flicking on the clit I’d been told did wonderful things but still had yet to learn them.
My knees almost buckled as lightning bolts appeared from nowhere. I latched my fingers into his hair, a flash of Ren filling my head with his sable copper locks.
I bashed my head into the wall behind me, wanting him out, needing him gone so I could enjoy this.
This wasn’t because of him.
This was because of me.
And he was once again ruining it.
“Della Ribbon…” the stranger moaned as his tongue entered me, and I collapsed into his arms. Pressing me against the carpet, he climbed on top of me, his hips thrusting between mine, his metal zipper cold against my heated wetness.
I squirmed beneath him, needing more, instinct making me reach for him and unbuckle his belt.
His hands fumbled for the condom on the floor as I successfully unbuckled his belt then unzipped his jeans. The minute I shoved them down his legs, followed quickly by his boxers, I gasped at the size.
I didn’t want to get hurt, but ouch, I couldn’t imagine how he’d fit inside me.
“It’s okay,” the stranger murmured as he arched his hips and rolled the condom on. Once sheathed, he cupped my cheek again. “I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
I nodded. I didn’t know what for, but I was grateful. Out of all the horny teenagers I could’ve chosen, this boy wasn’t like them. He took his time. He kissed me sweet. He smoothed my trembles and wiped a rogue tear away as his kisses swept me away from Ren and delivered me to Ren at the same time.