Prom was the next day. I couldn’t be more excited. Ever since the long talk we had in my bedroom two weeks ago, we have been planning our night of awesomeness. We didn’t get to do what we wanted to that night; and things kept coming up so we couldn’t be alone together. A few stolen kisses here, groping sessions there, was all we could get. But I was more determined than ever to be with Brad.
He didn’t mind not being able to be together like that; if anything, he was okay with just touching and caressing. It was like we were doing something forbidden, which in a sense we were. However, tomorrow night was going to be the night. A bunch of our friends were going to be throwing a party after prom was over. Underage drinking would be involved, so no parents were allowed. I didn’t know how they managed that, but I was thankful.
I was lost in my thoughts—doodling in my notebook—when the air in my room became charged. I smiled, knowing Brad was trying to get a one-up on me. There was one problem with his shenanigans: it never worked when you could feel the other person before they stepped into the room. I could barely hear his footsteps, like he was tiptoeing to keep me from hearing him. I waited until I was sure he was next to the bed before turning my chair and jumping on him.
He laughed when I flung my hands around his neck and peppered his face with kisses. Falling back onto the bed, he gripped my hips as I straddled him, feeling the erection he was currently sporting. If anything good came from those rumors, it was the fact that his dick was incredibly thick, or so it felt like it was.
“I can never get a one-up on you,” he chuckled, running his hands up and down my sides and hips.
“Feels like you can get one up just fine,” I seduced, slowly grinding myself against him.
He groaned, closing his eyes. In a pained voice he said, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Are you sure?” I purred, rubbing myself against him again.
His mouth opened as his breathing escalated. “Yes, very sure ...” His fingers gripped my hips hard as he gently thrust against me. “Although, I love how your mind works, beautiful.”
“Careful, sexiness. We wouldn’t want to ruin tomorrow’s festivities, would we?” I grinned a devilish grin when he opened his eyes, pinning me with a lust-filled stare.
He reluctantly removed his hands from my hips, placing them under his head. “You know … I’m definitely willing to ruin them,” he chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, getting off of him. Going back over to my desk, I looked behind me as he adjusted himself in his pants. It didn’t matter how many times I saw him do that, it would never take the surprise away from how big he was. It took my breath away every time. He caught me looking and made a move of unbuttoning his pants, goading me. I snickered; two could play this game.
Turning around fully, I swayed my hips as I came between his spread thighs. Looking through my lashes, I kneeled in front of him. To say this whole thing wasn’t making me ache would be a damn lie. I was absolutely a puddle of need at his feet. We wouldn’t be able to go to the game without me taking a shower before we did. That was for sure. But I couldn’t resist teasing him a bit more. It was too much fun not to. I kept my eyes on his, watching the Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat.
Leaning forward, I grazed my tongue along the zipper of his jeans. Taking it between my teeth, I started unzipping. I was careful not to snag it on his cock. Unlike regular guys, Brad opted to go commando. I didn’t really get it, but it was sexy nonetheless. I watched his eyes dilate until none of the blue was showing. He gulped and sucked in a shaky breath. Fluttering my eyelashes at him, I came forward and ran my tongue up the underside of his throbbing manhood.
At the first touch of my tongue, he threw his head back and moaned. His hands now clutched the sheets behind him. At any moment I was afraid they would rip under the pressure. Seeing him come unglued had me close to the edge already. This was the first time I’d been so brazen with my actions. I could tell that he was loving every second of it. And hell, so was I, seeing his head thrown back in ecstasy, his tongue running across his lips to wet them. It was orgasmic just watching it.
But I needed to stop. I didn’t want to ruin our plans, no matter how dumb I thought they were now. I, however, had put a lot of work into making it the perfect night. It pained me to step away from him, but I did. When it registered in his sex-fogged mind, his eyes opened and his breathing was harsh.
“Fuck,” he said shakily.
I giggled. “The real thing is going to be better … If you wait.”
“Definitely not ruining the plans. Tomorrow night, you’re mine,” his low-gravelly-sexy-as-fuck voice rasped.
“Looking forward to it, love. I’m wet just thinking about it,” I seductively purred, running to the bathroom when he narrowed his eyes in warning.
I knew that last comment was pushing it, but I couldn’t help it. Ever since getting back together with him, it has been a freaking blast setting him off. I knew that I would be paying for it tomorrow, but damn, I’ve heard delayed gratification is the shit. At least, that’s what I’ve read. I didn’t want to seem like I didn’t know what I was doing, so I’ve been reading up on sex. Some may laugh, but what was a virgin to do? Just go in the bedroom and expect their partner to do all the work? Yeah, that didn’t fly with me.
The only part of sex that scared me was the pain I’d undoubtedly feel. I sure hoped that from some of the stuff I read, they lied. However, I knew that wouldn’t be the case. I thought multiple times to just get it over with before he and I have sex; that way we could enjoy each other the first time we were together. How would one even go about doing that though? I shuddered at the thought of doing something so drastic. I didn’t want a plastic phallus taking my v-card. I wanted a flesh-and-blood cock doing all the dirty work. Brad’s thick, strong cock doing all the work.