“Tell me to stop at any point if you want me to stop,” Auden whispered against her ear. “I’ll always listen.” When she didn’t say anything more, he nipped at the lobe of her ear. “Close your eyes, freshman.”
Her eyelids fluttered shut, her heart hammering.
Auden’s hand slid onto her knee, and she startled, slamming her knees together.
“Shh,” he said softly. “You’re okay. Just breathe and try to focus on what you’re feeling. Forget everything else except how it feels where I’m touching you.”
She inhaled deeply and nodded, loosening her clamped knees.
His fingers traced lightly over her knee, circling and lingering on the inner side, sending trails of heat upward.
“I know you’re nervous about tonight and that’s okay. It’s normal.” He kissed her behind her ear. “But I promise you, I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good.” His fingertips tracked higher, tracing up her inner thigh just a little and sending an electric shiver straight to her core. “I’ve been thinking of almost nothing else since I saw you in this dress tonight. I’ve damn near lost my mind imagining all the things I want to do to you. You’re so fucking sexy, O’Neal. You have no idea how lucky I feel to be the first one to touch you, the first guy who gets to make you come, the first to hear what sounds you make when someone’s deep inside you. WhenI’mdeep inside you.”
He traced a blunt fingernail up her thigh, and she let out a soft gasp.
“I lied that night we watched the movie,” he said, his hot palm now flat against her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider, opening her. “I know I’d be into countertop sex because that day you kissed me in my family’s kitchen, I wanted to strip you naked right there in the sunshine and take you.”
Her body twitched in response, an ache going through her and a steady throb settling between her legs.
“That night, I slicked up my hand and imagined it, imagined you,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel. “Me tugging off those shorts you were wearing, spreading your legs open to see how wet you’d gotten for me, tasting you. Hearing you beg for me to do more, to fuck you, to fill you up.”
She licked her lips, the scene painting across her imagination and her blood rushing to all her most secret places.
“Have you thought of me that way?” he asked, his fingers brushing along the tender skin of her upper inner thigh, close, so close to where she ached most. “When you’ve touched yourself?”
Self-consciousness flooded her, but after an internal pep talk, she managed the barest of nods.
“Say it to me,” he said, voice cajoling. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
She forced herself to breathe slowly, to find her voice, to trust that she was safe with Auden. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The words should’ve sounded patronizing but breath-stealing arousal punched her in the gut.Whoosh.
His hand ventured higher. The car was moving again, but she didn’t open her eyes, didn’t want to break the spell. His finger traced over the front of her now-damp panties, and her nails dug into her palms. “You know how to make yourself come?”
His touch was making it hard to concentrate. “I…I think so. Maybe?”
He let out a little grunt, and there was a slightly pained sound from the front seat.
“That’s a no then,” Auden said. “I’d like to say I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m selfish enough to be happy that I get to be the one to show you.”
He dragged the little swath of fabric aside, and his fingers traced over her slippery skin. She let out an embarrassingly needy sound as her hips lifted, seeking, seeking.
He breathed out a softfuck.
Hearing him lose his cool a little gave her a surge of reassurance. He wasn’t fully put together either.
He circled her little bundle of nerves with his fingertip, and her back arched, the unfamiliarity of someone else touching her there amplifying the sensation by a thousand. She’d touched herself before, but that was always chased with so much shame that she couldn’t fully enjoy it. This…this felt different.
The scent of her arousal drifted on the air, and shame tried to well up, but his circling fingers kept chasing away any thoughts. “Look how pretty you are here,” he said, his fingers expertly drawing whimpers from her. “All slick and swollen and probably desperate for me to slide my fingers inside, give you some relief.”
Her thighs tensed, her body bracing for something. But just as she was reaching for whatever that was, he moved his hand away and shifted her panties back over her.
She let out a sound of protest, and her eyes popped open. It took a moment for her vision to clear, but she saw they were in the driveway of his place. How had they made it all the way home? She turned to Auden. His gaze was heavy on her, his neck flushed and damp.
“Why are you stopping?” she asked, her voice a whisper.