JULES
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
This isn’t my first kiss; I’ve made out with boys before, back in high school when everything at home was still blissful, but those times are nothing compared to how Garrett Hudson is doing it.
Those boys were boys, and Garrett is all man, all strong shoulders and chest muscles so deliciously hard that my fingers are digging into them like they’re holding on to the last sale item in the discount rack. His hands cup my face firmly, holding me still as he kisses me in deep, searching strokes.
Oh god, I think dumbly again, my eyes sliding shut in pure bliss. This is actually happening. I’m on a balcony overlooking Manhattan, kissing the hottest, most exasperating man I’ve ever met in my life. His tongue is in my mouth, his pelvis is trapping me against the glass railing, and I can feel how much he wants me, every hard, thick inch of him.
My body begins to go limp as Garrett kisses me, and I wind my arms around his neck to hold on to him. His hands slide to my waist, and they almost span the entire width of it.
This is the stuff movies are made of. This is truly my One day.
Then suddenly, the kiss takes a turn from PG rom-com territory straight into M18 lane. I don’t know who started it, but our bodies begin grinding against each other—slowly at first, then urgently.
I moan softly into Garrett’s mouth as his hands grab my ass, pulling me closer into him. His erections presses against my belly, hard into soft. I’m instantly wet.
“Garrett… yes…”
Without breaking the kiss, Garrett hoists me against his chest and walks us back into his apartment and to his bedroom. My arms and legs are still wrapped around him when he reaches the bed, and we fall back into the mattress in a tangle of limbs and low moans.
Garrett leans his body over mine, pressing his cock right against my pussy.
“Mmm.” I wiggle my ass and try to get closer, and he groans softly.
“Jules…” He thrusts against me, making my eyes go heavy-lidded. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
What was he doing to me would be a better question. My body feels too hot, and my clothes and bra are too tight. I want them all off. I need to feel my naked skin against Garrett’s.
Garrett has the same idea, and he starts to unbutton my flannel dress, watching me as he does so.
I bite my lip, unable to hold back a grin. “Hurry up, city boy.”
He gives a low laugh but doesn’t retort like he usually does. He’s too focused on every inch of my skin that he’s slowly revealing.
Finally my dress lays wide open, and Garrett stares down at my body like he’s in a daze. I wore a matching black bra-and-panty set today—maybe at the back of my mind, I knew this would happen.
“Jesus,” Garrett murmurs. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He runs his hands down my body, intermittently squeezing the curves of my waist and hips like he can’t help himself. He takes my breasts, massaging the flesh through the bra cups.
Then he pulls the right cup down to free me, lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh my god.” My body arches off the mattress to push me deeper into his mouth. “Holy shit.”
Garrett’s brows draw together as he sucks me greedily, and his other hand goes to my black panties. His long fingers massage my pussy through the lace until I’m wet and soaking.
“Garrett,” I choke, the pleasure already overwhelming me. “Touch me or I swear I’m gonna scream.”
“Easy,” his low sexy voice murmurs against my breast. His fingers ease the hem of my panties aside, and a fingertip strokes my pussy in one slick, firm glide.
“Oh, god, more…”
“So fucking wet for me.” Garrett releases my nipple to gaze down at me, his green eyes bright like a panther’s as his fingers keep fondling my pussy. “So fucking tight.”
This is crazy, I think as my head falls back on the pillow. I’ve only met Garrett for a day—a day—and here I am, in his bed two thousand miles away from home. I’m spreading my legs for him, moaning his name. I know I’m going to lose my virginity to him too, but somehow I don’t get the feeling of panic I expected to have.
“You’re so freakin’ good,” I moan instead, loving the leisurely way he’s playing with my pussy lips.
This is exactly how I want to remember losing my V-card. In a bout of hot, steamy sex with a man who makes me feel butterflies every time he grins that cocky smile at me.
Thank you, God.
“I know I’m good,” Garrett remarks in amusement as he strokes me, “but this has gotta be the first time anyone’s deified me.”
Crap, did I say it out loud?
“You just did again.”
I groan and throw my arms over my face. “Sorry, I talk aloud when I’m thinking. And apparently when I’m turned on.”
Garrett gives me a slow grin. “That’s fucking hot,” he remarks lazily.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I like it.” His eyelids lower as he watches me. “I want you to lose control,” he murmurs. “I want you...to talk.” He slicks his finger over my clit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” My hips thrust upwards. “Oh god, Garrett…”
“Keep talking, babe. I want to hear that sweet voice go hoarse when I fuck you.” He yanks my panties off my hips, baring my red and swollen pussy to him. Then he undoes my bra and tosses it to the floor.
“Yes,” I breathe as cool air touches my body everywhere. Garrett’s gaze is hot in contrast, running all over me and missing nothing. “Take off your clothes,” I say throatily, and he smiles slowly and obeys, stripping off his clothes for me.
And I nearly come right on the spot. His chest, oh my god, his chest. Broad and lightly dusted with dark hair, those pecs I was digging my nails into earlier two slabs of solid muscle. His cut abs need a shrine devoted to them, and when my gaze drops even lower—
Strike that. His cock needs a shrine devoted to it.
I feel Garrett watching me closely as he comes back to lean his body over me, settling between my thighs.
“Sweet Jesus,” I murmur, never taking my eyes off his erection. “You’re so thick.” I take his shaft with both my hands, and they didn’t even begin to cover the length of him. “So hard.” I slide my hands to the base of his cock, then bring them back up.
“Fuck.” Garrett holds himself still over me, his arm muscles bunching on either side of my face with the effort. “Keep talking.”
“I want your cock inside me.” I lick my dry lips, panting hard. “All of it, every big, thick inch. I want you fucking me so hard the bed rocks. I want your body shaking as you try not to come.”
Garrett growls low in his throat, grabbing the back of my knees and pushing them to my chest. He stretches an arm to the bedside table and takes a condom, ripping the foil open with his teeth and tossing the package aside.
I swallow, unable to stop staring as Garrett rolls the condom over his large length.
This is really happening.
“Actually,” I say hoarsely. “There’s something I gotta confess first…”
Garrett goes still, his gaze going to mine with a stricken look. “Shit,” he says numbly. “You’re attached?”
“No! No, uh, it’s the opposite.” I swallow hard and brace myself. “You’re my first. Or you will be my first, once you, you know, put it in. Your penis. Inside my vagina.” I nod several times. “That’s what I wanted to say.”
Garrett looks stunned now. “You’re a virgin.”
I nod again, feeling like a bobble head doll.
It doesn’t help that Garrett looks like he’s rethinking this. “You’re giving your virginity to a man you’ve only met for a day,” he says clearly, as though I haven’t thought of that.
I frown at him. “Excuse me? Are you trying to say I’m a slut?”
“What? No!” Garrett fumbles, at a loss for words for the first time since I met him. “I just don’t want you to regret this.”
I look away, feeling uncomfortably exposed right now. “So what do you propose, that I go lose my virginity with someone else and then come back?”
“Fuck that.” His frown returns tenfold. “You’re mine—that is,” he corrects quickly, “this is mine. Ours. What we’re doing. I just need you to be sure.”
I bite my lip against a smile. Garrett being flustered and worked up about this is just what I need to ease my worries.
“I’m glad it’s with you,” I say honestly, looking up into his eyes. “I trust you.”
Garrett goes still, his drawn gaze never looking away. “What are you doing to me,” he murmurs again.
“Turning you on?” I arch my hips, rubbing my pussy against the base of his erection.
“Hell yeah.” He looks down at where our bodies are meeting. “Jules, serious question. Do you want it without the condom?”
“W-what?”
Garrett looks down at where our bodies meet like he’s trying to work out a problem. “I’ve never gone without a condom, so I’m clean. I’m just trying to figure out which is better for your first time.”
“Oh. Uh, so I’m your first virgin?”
He meets my gaze again. “Yeah.” His lips quirk at one corner. “Guess this is a first for both of us.”
I like the sound of that.
“Let’s do it without.” I smile, feeling shy suddenly. “I want to feel everything.”
“Alright.” Garrett slips off his condom and drops it to the floor, then he positions himself closer to my pussy.
I try to stifle a laugh. Garrett seems so serious now, like this is an important task he doesn’t want to screw up. It’s sweet.
Then the broad head of his cock pushes against the entrance of my pussy, and suddenly it’s not so sweet anymore.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry. I’m gonna go slow, and you let me know how you want me to move, yeah?”
I swallow hard, feeling apprehensive now. “Okay.”
Garrett’s jaw tightens with effort as he pushes into me, but everything just seems to hurt.
“It’s not helping.” I wince. “Just go right in.”
“Are you sure?” Garrett looks reluctant as he holds himself still. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I think.”
“Damn it.” He exhales harshly. “Alright, I’m going in. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Garrett takes my shoulders, then he jerks forward. A sharp pain fills my lower abdomen as he enters me all the way.
“Oww.” I blink rapidly, but the tears come anyway, trickling down the outside of my eyes.
“I’m sorry, babe.” Garrett sweeps away my tears with him thumbs, then kisses me gently on the lips. “I’ll make it better in a bit,” he promises in a low voice.
“Okay.” I slide my arms around his chest and pull him down to me in a hug, feeling our bodies against each other, his flesh inside mine. I’ve never felt so close to another person before, and it freaks me out a little.
“Garrett?” I mumble against his chest.
“Yeah?”
”This is special to you, right?”
Garrett rises up on his forearms to look down at me. “What do you mean?”
I lower my gaze to his chest so I won’t have to meet his eyes. “Is this just sex to you?”
Garrett is quiet for a moment. “No. It’s more than that.”
I nod in relief, glad to hear that I’m not the only one who is feeling things I didn’t expect to.
I shift my hips cautiously, but the pain has subsided to an odd twinge. I clench my inner muscles around Garrett, and it doesn’t hurt at all. It only brings pleasure.
“Is it better now?”
“Mmhmm. You can get started.”
Garrett laughs softly. “Yes, ma’am.” His eyes are bright as he slowly withdraws from me and slides back in again, watching me closely all the while.
I bite my lip as his thickness parts my sensitive flesh, going so deep that he fills every inch of space inside me.
“Garrett…” My eyes slide shut as my arms fall back above my head, trusting him to do whatever he wants to my body.
One of his hand holds my hip, and the other goes to play with my nipple, flicking and rolling the bud. Then he takes it into his hot mouth again.
“Oh, Jesus.” I arch my back in pleasure.
The pain is completely gone now, and I can only feel Garrett’s hands on me, his cock thrusting in and out of my body. He goes so deep that I can feel him in my womb, and with every thrust he grinds against my clitoris. The nerves in my body feel like they’re under assault, and I never want him to stop.
“You’re so good at this,” I pant. “I wish I met you sooner. I can’t believe I missed out on—oooh…”
Garrett laughs softly as he thrusts his cock steadily. “Keep talking, babe. You’re so turned on, your voice shows it.”
And it does. My voice has gone husky and low as Garrett fucks me, and the more pleasure he builds, the more moans come from my throat.
“So good…” My eyes are half-shut in bliss from what Garrett is doing to my body. “Oh god, you’re so freakin’ good. Don’t ever stop fucking me…”
“I could listen to the sounds you make for days,” he murmurs with a faint smile.
He takes my knees and pushes them against my chest, making me hug them as he thrusts even deeper and harder. He’s practically pounding into me.
“Oh yes, right there. Oh god…” My eyes roll back, and soon I feel the climax building, stronger than any I’ve ever had in my life. “Garrett, I’m gonna come…”
Garrett laughs low, still moving his hips fast. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” he says huskily. “You’re so damned wet for me.”
“Yes.” I sink my nails into his ass, pulling him closer into me. “Oh my god, I love this—”
The bed is rocking with his hard thrusts, just like I want, and my breasts are bouncing as we move. My eyes roll back, and my pussy clenches around his thick shaft, greedy for something to hold on to as I come.
“Mmm, Garrett.” I moan loudly. “Garrett, I’m coming…”
Garrett clenches his teeth and holds his cock inside me, filling me to the brim as my body spasms around him tightly.
“Oh yes—” My head tosses as I clutch his hips closer to mine. “Yeess!”
The veins in Garrett’s arms and his forehead stands out as he grinds himself in me. His jaw is tight with effort, and his skin is flushed an even darker tan. It’s so hot that I climax around him again, moaning loudly as I come, stealing every second of pleasure out of it.
When I’m done Garrett pulls out from me and grabs the covers. He wraps it around his cock and thrusts into it several times, groaning low as he rocks his hips. The raw and primal sight of him spilling his cum makes me whimper softly. Next time I’d insist he come on my body.
When we’re both sated, we fall back into the bed, panting like we’ve just run a mile.
“I gotta clean up.”
“I’ll go with you. Just… gimme a sec…”
Our chests rise and fall as we catch our breaths. I reach for Garrett’s hand, wanting the contact.
Garrett meets me halfway in the space between us. He had reached for me too.
“It was amazing,” I say softly, staring at the ceiling. “Thanks for being my first, city boy.”
“Anytime, country girl.”
We lay beside each other in companionable silence, lightly drowsing, our hands still clasped together.
“Did you like it?” I mumble, my eyes half-closed.
“Damn right I did. You’ve ruined me for other women.”
I smile at his joke, even though he said it in such a serious tone.
“Did it hurt much?” he asks.
“At first. But after that, it was amazing. Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Stop thanking me. It’s something we both shared.”
“If you insist… Which part did you like best, by the way?”
“Why are you asking?”
“I’m lagging behind other girls my age when it comes to sexual experience. I don’t want to want to be bad in bed in the future.”
“Ah.” Garrett’s hand tightens around mine just a little. “So this is for the benefit of other guys.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Nope.”
I turn to look at him. His eyes are shut, his dark lashes resting against his cheekbones.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re lying,” I tease. “And when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not,” he drawls. “As for your question, I liked every part, but most of all when you’re enjoying yourself. It gets me so hard I can’t hold back.”
“So the answer is just to feel good? That’s easy.”
“Yeah, it’s easy.” Garrett turns to me then, opening his eyes to stare at me with those deep green irises the shade of emerald. My breath catches in my throat, even more at his next words—
“It’s easy when it’s with you.”