Kevin
I could feel the tension in the car, and I knew we were done with the planning stuff for now. Thank God. I mean, I knew the planning was important, and I was glad Jeremy had everything organized, but I felt like I’d been waiting forever to hold him like this, and I was tired of talking.
The only thing I wanted right now was more of this…more touching…more holding…more of everything. I just wasn’t sure how much more. Short of like, going all the way, I couldn’t think of anything I didn’t want to do with him. And I’m not saying I didn’t want to go all the way with him. ’Cause that would be a lie.
I wasn’t sure if Jeremy was ready, and let’s face it—having my first time in the car would suck. Like big-hairy-donkey-balls suck. First kiss in a car, well, that was another thing. If he pulled away now, I didn’t know what I would do.
Nobody else had ever compared to him. While everyone else at school was flirting and teasing, I couldn’t imagine my first kiss with anyone other than Jeremy. First kiss…first touch…first everything. I know it wasn’t what I was supposed to want, but I was done pretending. I couldn’t believe he was done pretending too.
It was still hard to believe he’d been hiding the same desires I’d had. People always hoped their secret crush would want them too one day—Jeremy had made me watch a thousand sappy old movies with that storyline—but it never happened in real life. But this time…it did.
Jeremy wanted me too. My crazy planner of a brother was going to overthink this into taking forever. He was probably going nuts trying to figure out what to do now and how to protect me from whatever might go wrong next. I loved that about Jeremy, but I was ready for more action and less thinking. A lot less thinking.
I wanted to feel and touch and kiss and so much more.
Cuddling was wonderful, but I couldn’t wait to get someplace where we could get even closer without the stupid console between us. There was such a huge difference between relaxing beside him on the couch, even sitting pretty close, and being able to press my face into the side of his neck, wrapped in his arms. God, he smelled good.
His scent always made me crazy. Even when I’d only gotten a quick whiff as he was climbing into bed. But now, when I was so close, the aroma was even more addicting. I was never going to get enough of this. Now that there was nothing to stop us, I planned on being as close as I could as often as I could.
His warm, strong arms tightened around me as I rubbed my nose against his neck. He could tease me later about sniffing him; I didn’t care. A shiver seemed to run through him when I did it again. Was he ticklish there, or did it feel good? The way his arms tightened again and his body went stiff, it definitely wasn’t that he was finding it funny.
We seemed kinda stuck at the cuddling stage, and I knew I was going to have to be the one to push some of his buttons if we were going to get past this part anytime soon. Like the whole towel thing, I started trying to make him crazy. Only this time, there was nothing to stop him from reacting.
I ran my left hand, which had been pressed against his stomach, up his chest and I started rubbing his right nipple with my thumb. Mine were sensitive, so I was guessing Jeremy’s would be the same. Bingo. He shivered again, and a strangled moan made his chest vibrate. Then, as I kept teasing his chest, I pushed again.
I was already pressed close to his neck, so I did something I’d been fantasizing about for years. I ran my tongue up the side of his neck to his ear. Jeremy arched away from the seat, and the sounds he’d been trying to hide blasted out of him. They were deep and erotic, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
He started shaking, and his arms held on to me even tighter, but that rock-hard control I’d been pushing against recently still didn’t budge. But it wasn’t going to take much more to send him right over the edge; I knew it instinctively.
The skin on his neck was smooth—neither of us had much facial hair—and I loved tasting him. I couldn’t wait to do it even more. Feeling him shake and twitch and seeing how turned on he was gave me courage, even though he was still trying to stay so still. As I reached his ear, I ran my tongue around the outside of it, and I could swear he stopped breathing.
With one little bite to his earlobe, I watched Jeremy’s control shatter.
The moan that escaped him echoed in the car and the sound made me shiver. It was erotic and needy and like nothing I’d ever heard from him. I was still pressed tight against him but before, his hands had just held me tight. Now they started moving up and down my back.
I decided to push him a little bit more. Because let’s face it, the first results had been fabulous. Licking the part of his ear I’d bitten, I whispered. “I loved hearing how much you enjoyed it when I dropped my towel. Did you like seeing my ass on display just for you?”
I wasn’t exactly sure how dirty talk was supposed to go. Not having that much privacy, my access to porn was limited to a few books from the public library that were kinda sketchy and a couple of online sites I’d visited a few times. But I must not have been too far off because Jeremy’s hands slid lower down my back until he was cupping my ass, and he arched up again, this time pressing his cock into my thigh.
The feel of his hands touching me that intimately sent waves of heat and pleasure flooding through me. I’d been picturing this for so long, but I’d never expected how emotional it would make me feel. The physical desire was easy to understand, but the riot of feelings were impossible to sort through.
It was all jumbled up together…the stress…the fear…the passion…the relief. I wasn’t ready to deal with any of it, so I pushed it back and held on to Jeremy. He was all I wanted. Everything else could wait. My eyes watered a bit, and I desperately hoped he wouldn’t notice. I was so afraid he would take it the wrong way and stop.
And that would be the last thing I wanted or needed. I needed him to touch me more…hold me tighter. He must have understood that because he finally stopped fighting his own desires and let me see just how aroused he was.
His words came out broken and deep, but they were so sexy my toes curled. “You were so hot, you little tease.” He arched up again and pressed his hard cock against my leg. “When you dropped that towel and your ass was right there, I thought I’d explode. I was afraid you’d see how hard my dick was.”
I shifted my leg to press more firmly against his cock and made a little noise of encouragement. I loved watching him move and thrust, but hearing his words was even more erotic. He must have understood what I needed because his pause didn’t last long before the words I’d wanted to hear for so long came tumbling out again.
“At first I was stupid. I felt bad for finding you hot when all you’d done was come in to change clothes. I thought you’d be horrified if you could guess what I was thinking. But God, then you dropped that towel and bent over. And you flashed your cock at me. It took me entirely too long to realize you’d done that on purpose. But when you bent over and—and—I saw…”
Jeremy took a deep breath and my heart stopped. He wasn’t going to stop there, was he? Seeing how turned on he was was incredible, but I wanted to hear him say it. The words were even hotter and sent flashes of need and heat through me.
I rubbed against his cock again. Subtle wasn’t going to get us where I wanted to go. Just in case he needed more proof of how much I wanted this, I moved my hand off his chest, reached down, and with slow deliberate motions, I ran my hand up and down my cock. I was so hard my pants didn’t hide anything, but I hoped that being reminded of how turned on I was would encourage him.
He smiled a naughty grin and seemed to find the courage to say what he’d probably been too embarrassed to say before. “When you bent over and I saw your ass…” There was a pause while he made me wait, and this time, I could see on his face that he was teasing me. “And I saw that little hole peeking out. Flashing me that long, thick cock and your ass. God, I wanted to touch you. Everywhere.”
I knew there was only so far we could go in the car, but I was horny and wanted him so damn much. I hadn’t even gotten a kiss yet, and I wanted the words. Hearing him say what he was thinking and how he’d felt might be all I got right then, I wasn’t going to let him shortchange me.
Leaning forward again, I whispered in his ear. “Where everywhere? How were you imagining touching me?”
Yeah, I was turning out to be a little bit of a slut—but it was only for Jeremy. I’d never even been tempted by anyone else, and I wasn’t going to hide from what I wanted. The words…the touches…I wanted to try everything. And Jeremy wanted it too; that was easy to see now. He just needed to be pushed a bit. He’d taken care of me for so long that it was hard for him to see that this was just another way to care for me…to love me.
Jeremy shivered, and his eyes got wide but it didn’t look like a bad shock—it seemed more like it made him desperate. Desperate for what, though? To touch me? For me to touch him? To tell me something else dirty and erotic? There were so many possibilities that just thinking about them got me even more aroused.
My dick was pressed against the back of the zipper on my pants, and if something didn’t happen soon, I was going to have teeth marks—and not the good kind—on my cock by the time it calmed down again. What would Jeremy do if I took it out? Would it go too far or would it be just enough? I’d waited for this for so long. I knew I was pushing him, but it seemed to be completely out of my control.
Jeremy always knew when I needed him, and this wasn’t any different. I don’t know how he knew how out of control and needy I was, but one moment he was still hanging on to his own worries and the next, he was pulling me into his arms even tighter. Pressing me against his chest, he leaned down and started to whisper.
It was sweet words of love and naughty teasing that made me even needier, but this time, I wasn’t getting overwhelmed by how much I wanted him because I was safe in his arms. He’d make everything okay.
“I’ve got you…never going to let you go…love touching you…”
His voice dropped, and the whispers came out rough and emotional. “Waited so long to touch you…want to kiss you all over…taste you…never going to let you go.”
Wandering hands moved down my back, and when he started talking about tasting me, his hands slid over my ass and squeezed. Did he really? The thought was too much, and I felt like everything was starting to boil over in me. I went back and forth pressing my ass into his hands and grinding my cock against his leg. The small console in the middle made it kind of awkward but it didn’t matter. I was on fire, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
“Shh. It’s okay. Baby. It’s okay.” Jeremy’s words were sweet and tender. The heat of his breath caressed my neck, and I thought I’d jump out of my skin.
When his lips touched my cheek, my eyes started to sting, and I squeezed them shut. I knew he’d be able to see. But he didn’t stop. He kissed all over my face, and when he kissed my eyes he just spoke quietly.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here. Not going anywhere. I love you. I’m right here.”
The tender words and kisses pushed at my emotions. I hated feeling like this, but I loved it too. I’d spent so long pretending everything was fine and I was normal. Now that I didn’t have to pretend anymore it was like there was an explosion inside me pushing to get out.
Jeremy kissed me through the tears and shaking and like he promised, he didn’t let go. He pressed more kisses to my face and neck and made low soothing sounds mixed with the loving, romantic words I’d wanted to hear for so long.
When he finally reached my mouth, his kiss was tender and sweeter than I’d ever imagined. His lips were smooth and a little damp from my tears. They were almost innocent little kisses like the other ones he’d given me. He kissed around my mouth and over my lips. It might have stayed that tender and gentle but when I parted my lips and licked at his salty damp skin, he growled, and the kiss changed.
The innocence faded away, and he kissed me with passion and need. He was forceful, and I could feel how much he loved me and wanted me. It was like one of his stupid movies where the main couple waited and waited until they exploded in this perfect kiss.
I don’t know if our kiss was perfect or not, but I couldn’t have wished for anything better. It was beautiful and sexy. The way he took my mouth. The way his tongue touched mine. The way his hands came up and cupped my face. It was erotic and a first kiss I would always remember. Maybe I was being sappy and dorky but every minute of wanting and waiting was worth it just for this moment.