I clutched him to me, wanting every bit of contact between his body and mine. He obliged, pressing me against the cool stones and kissing me until I couldn’t form a coherent thought. I ground against him, my clit buzzing and my stomach tightening with each stroke from his hard length.

He tore his mouth from mine and turned, dropping to his knees on the grass and laying me on my back. His hands roved my body as he took my mouth again, his tongue sure and erotic against my own. With a hard pull, he yanked my sports bra up, revealing my breasts. He palmed one, squeezing and kneading as he kissed down to my neck.

I’d never been touched like this, and now that it was happening, I wanted it all at once. Arching my back, I pressed my breasts closer to him. He accepted my offer and took one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, the sound low in my throat as his teeth grazed me. The sensation was far more intense than anything I’d been able to create with my own fingers and imagination. Nate set me on fire with his mouth. When he moved to the other nipple, I tugged at his hair, wanting more and more as he ground his cock against me.

Kissing down my stomach, he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and my panties and yanked them to my knees.

“Someone might see,” my voice came out breathy as I glanced up at the windows along the back of the house.

“Let them. I want them to hear you, too, calling my name when you come all over my face.”

“Nate!” I squealed as he fastened his mouth to my pussy while keeping my knees pressed together.

He darted his tongue between my folds, his touch sending me to erotic heights I’d never known existed. “I’m the only one who’s ever tasted this?”

“Yes.” I tried to open my legs, but he kept them closed, the tip of his tongue flicking against my clit.

“It’s mine?”

“Yes!” I bucked my hips, pressing my pussy to his face as he groaned and licked deeper.

“Then give it to me.” He yanked my shorts and panties down and shucked them off past my tennis shoes. Opening me wide, he stared at the most intimate part of me. “So pink.” He licked, long and slow, my toes curling in my shoes. “All mine.” Pressing his palms against my inner thighs, he spread me as far as I could go, then sucked my clit between his teeth.

I squeezed his hair between my fingers. Drunk on the sensation of his mouth, I rocked my hips, no longer caring who might see. He licked and sucked, then moved lower. The pressure of his tongue inside me ripped a moan from my lungs.

He pulled back and slowly licked around my clit. “Just me. Only me. Say it.”

“Only you.”

He dove back down, focusing on my clit with relentless strokes. My legs began to shake, and he dug his fingers into my skin, holding me steady as he fucked me with his tongue. Everything spiraled out of control, and my hips strained and locked wide open. I froze and then came in a blinding rush, my pussy contracting as waves of pleasure rolled through my body. I moaned his name. Over and over, there was nothing else but “Nate” on my tongue as he continued licking me even though my legs were shaking out of control. Should I have been embarrassed at how fast I came?

When the last of the tremors subsided, I tried to scoot back, the intense feel of his tongue too much. He growled and held me in place, kissing up and down until finally sitting up and licking his lips.

He grinned. “Breakfast of champions.”

“Th-that was…” I let out a long breath as he rearranged my sports bra, then shimmied my shorts and panties back up my legs.

“I know.” His self-satisfied smirk tried to pull an eye roll out of me, but I was too blissed out to retaliate. Never in my life had I come so hard. And this, after countless nights of touching myself while thinking of him. How could there be such a night and day difference?

I took his hand, and he helped me to my feet. My knees felt like jelly, but I managed a step akin to a newborn fawn. “You just did that on the grass. In the back yard.” I looked up at the house and cringed. Who had heard me crying Nate’s name?

“Yeah.” He slapped my ass, hard. “If you don’t get inside, I can’t promise that it won’t happen again.”

“Holy—” I hurried inside, my oversensitive clit begging for reprieve while also crying out for more.

Nate followed and closed the door behind us. He put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him. “Listen. Now that we got that out of our system—”

“Out of our system?” I tilted my chin up and met him head on. “Is that what you’re going to call it?”

He carefully unrolled his shirt sleeves. “Yes. Now that it’s done, we need to put the brakes on all of this.”

“Oh, so after you eat my pussy on the back lawn, it’s time to cool it?”

He put both hands on my shoulders and squeezed. “If we take this any farther, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop.” A naked sort of honesty colored his voice. “And that’s not what I want for you.”

The sting of rejection aside, I was beyond tired of him telling me what he wanted for me instead of listening to what I wanted for me. “I don’t want to stop.”

He closed his eyes and let out a labored sigh. “We have to.”

“You know what.” I stepped out of his grip. “Fuck you.”

His eyes snapped open and narrowed on me. “What?”

“I said go fuck yourself,” I hissed. “This is some high school bullshit. You know that? You got what you wanted and now you’re just going to break it off? Actually, that isn’t even high school. That’s junior high.”

He gaped, wounded pride flowing out of him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I’m not. You keep telling me I’m eighteen, but it’s crystal clear I’m the mature one here.”

He sputtered. “I am not junior high anything and you—”

“Yes you are. Running like a scared little boy. Well, I’m tired of chasing you. If you don’t want this, then that’s fine. Stay away from me. We’re done here.” We weren’t done. I’d never be done with him, but I was at a total loss of how to deal with his bullshit. He wanted me. I wanted him. What was so wrong about that? Why couldn’t he stop pushing me away?

“Don’t do that.” He stepped toward me.

I moved back. “Don’t do what? Tell you that you’re full of shit? Tell you that I know you want this as much as I do? Fine. I won’t. I guess you got what you were after—the first taste. Good for you. Go ahead and add that notch to your bedpost.”

Hurt flashed across his eyes, but that wasn’t going to stop me. He wasn’t the only one in pain.

“You want this to end? Then I agree. It’s over. Thanks for the fun on the grass.” I turned and rushed down the hall, my eyes stinging with tears I refused to shed in front of him.

“Sabrina, wait.” His footsteps echoed behind me.

“No. Leave me alone.” I shot up the stairs and to my room, then slammed the door and locked it.

Hello Kitty mocked me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. He stood outside my door. I waited for him to knock, say something, do something. He didn’t. He just stood there for long minutes before I sensed him walk away, heard his shoes on the stairs, and then the front door slammed.