flexed, each line and dent begging to be tasted. Explored. His body was a perfect combination of sharp planes and rounded muscle. Every dangerous inch of him was mouthwatering.
Hands splayed over his chest, I darted my tongue over one of his nipples, and then the other. He tasted clean, smelled like soap. I inhaled his essence as I dragged my short nails down his flat belly. When I pulled down his zipper, his cock brushed my hand. No underwear.
I looked.
Just looked and looked and looked.
Joshua had been… well. He’d been eighteen. We both had. Now that I saw what Devlin was packing, I realized my high school boyfriend had done little to prepare me for this.
Devlin’s penis was both wide and long, jutting upright from his body, straight and proud. There was no shame in what we were doing. There’d been no talk of love or promises. Of not going too fast. There’d been no preamble, no “touch me there for two seconds” or “just kiss the tip.” There was only him. Only me. Only whatever we wanted to do to each other.
I wanted him.
“Turn around.” His mouth hitched into an almost-smile. “I made you a promise earlier.”
We’d fulfilled one of those “promises.” Now, I guess, it was time to move on to the next.
Have you ever been taken from behind?
Joshua had always insisted we look at each other, hold hands, and intertwine our fingers like they did in the movies. Do it in a bed. Not in the car. Never on the couch. Never in the hallway.
So far, Devlin hadn’t been careful with me at all. He wasn’t going to ease me into our first time. He was going just… take me. And I wanted him to.
His tongue slipped along mine, his mouth robbing me of breath. His face blotted out my peripheral vision. All I could see was him. His fingers pinched my nipples almost too hard, erasing the thoughts swarming my brain. When I whimpered, he eased off. I grabbed his cock with both hands and wondered what he might feel like inside me.
Huge, I imagined. I swallowed, trepidation quaking my limbs.
“Say yes, Rena.” His smirk was contagious.
“Yes,” I whispered, and his fingers entered me again.
Devlin
Rena was so wet. I slipped past her silky folds and my dick pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I was past ready to be inside her.
She was also nervous. Maybe even a little afraid. But not of me. I had the idea that her fear was from her reaction to me. Just when I thought I might go easy on her, the hand on my shaft squeezed. I pushed into her palm and ground my back teeth together.
Fuck, yes.
I assumed a quick bang against the wall wasn’t typically her style. How far would she allow me to take her? I was dying to find out. Already she was proving to be a girl I couldn’t scare away.
I slipped my fingers from her core and gripped her hips, turning her to face the wall. She went willingly, putting her hands on either side of her head like she was under arrest.
Cute. I untied and kicked off my boots, keeping my eyes on her body. Her pale nude back. The silken tumble of dark hair. She was too, too gorgeous waiting against the wall for me to come to her. I slipped my jeans off and stood behind her, naked. Now to get her the same way.
I gripped the waist of her stretchy black pants and panties and eased them over her hips, revealing her smooth, round ass in all its glory. She was slim but curvy, her waist nipped in, her spine in a perfect straight line. I placed a kiss on the shadowed dent on the middle of her back—I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her pants off the rest of the way and threw them on top of my jeans.
Closing my hand around one of her wrists, I lifted her arm over her head. Her back rose and fell with each of her quickening breaths. I moved her other wrist to join that one, pinning both of her hands to the wall with one of mine.
“How you doin’?” I muttered as I shoved her dark hair aside.
She nodded. Good.
I drew a line down the center of her back. When I reached her ass, I skimmed my fingers between the cheeks and watched them clench. My mind whispered the words beautiful, exquisite, amazing. I said none of them. Compliments weren’t my