Claire

I’m not sure what happened.

All I know is that somewhere between turning on the shower and turning it off, I decided that I was tired of waiting.

Waiting for something to happen to me.

Waiting for someone to notice me.

Want me.

Not just something. Not just someone.

Jaxon.

I want him and I’m tired of waiting, so I can go out there and wait for something that might never happen or I can go out there and make it happen.

Take what I want.

Instead of putting on the fresh pair of pajamas I wrapped myself in a towel and forced myself to leave the bathroom.

He’s watching the movie. So involved he doesn’t even know I’m standing here. He looks like a giant, stretched across on my full-size bed, bare feet hanging over the foot of it. His head propped up on pillows so he can see the television perched on my dresser.

Downstairs, the party is full-swing. A hundred newly-graduated high school seniors, yelling and laughing. Music thumping. The occasional sound of breaking glass. Bri’s going to have a mess to clean up in the morning. Or rather, I’ll have a mess to clean up while she nurses a hangover. I’ll be angry about it tomorrow but right now, I don’t care.

All I care about is this. The fact that Jaxon Bennett is in my bed and the door is locked. That he’s finally noticed me.

“It’s my favorite movie,” I say because I have to say something. I can’t just stand here, watching him watch television.

He looks at me and what I see on his face makes the rest of it seem so easy. He wants me. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.

But he won’t make the first move. I know he won’t. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m barely eighteen or if it’s because he’s afraid that it’ll make things weird because I babysit Simon or because I’m a virgin. Maybe it’s all three. I don’t know and I don’t care.

This is happening because I’m tired of waiting.

I climb on to the bed and straddle his hips, my bare pussy pressed against the hard bulge of his cock.

“Fuuuck.” He groans it, his hands coming up to grip my hips, pulling me closer, grinding himself against me through the rough fabric of his jeans. “Claire…”

“I’m not my sister.” I lean into him, planting my hands on either side of his head. “I don’t know how to flirt. How to tease,” I whisper, my mouth inches from his. I rock my hips against him, loving the way he groans, deep in his throat, at the contact. “But I know how to ask for what I want.”

I sit up and take a deep, bracing breath, like I’m about to jump off a cliff. Loosening the top of the towel, I let it fall. “I’ve decided this is no different.”

His lids lower, his dark gaze going soft and hungry. Like he can’t help himself, Jaxon reaches up to cup a hand around my breast, his calloused thumb brushing over my nipple, stiffening it instantly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel his cock give a hard jerk between my thighs. Leaning into him again, I brush my mouth against his. Tell him I want him to kiss me. Touch me. And this time I don’t want him to stop.

“Are you sure?” He reaches up to loosen my hair, letting it fall around us. “You need to be sure.”

Am I sure? Wanting Jaxon Bennett is the only thing I am sure of. The only thing I know that’s real and true.

“Yes.” I take his hand and guide it up the inside of my thigh, a soft moan pushing out of my mouth when I feel his fingers brush against the heat of me. “I’m sure. And this time, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Thank god,” he groans, his hand shifting under mine, his thumb skimming up the center of me, pushing past my folds to brush against my throbbing clit. “Come here, Claire.” He sweeps his thumb against me, again and again, until I’m shuddering and rocking against the pressure of his hands between my legs. “Let me kiss you.”

I lean into him again, lowering my mouth to his and he groans softly when I part my lips, letting his tongue inside to tangle with mine. The hand on my hip grips the towel pooled around my waist and gives it a rough, impatient jerk before dropping it on the floor.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine, his breath harsh and ragged against my neck. “I have to make sure you’re ready. Go slow.” My impatient groan makes him laugh. “Greedy girl…”

The hand on my hip reaches around to the small of my back, bracing me against him while he turns, shifting our positions until I’m lying on my back and he’s beside me, looming over me. Wrapping a hand around the inside of my knee, he lifts my leg and drapes it over his hip, opening me even wider.

He looks down at me, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh, higher and higher. “Do you trust me?” He reaches the center of me, light feathery strokes that tease my damp folds while his thumb finds my clit again, circling it slowly.

“Yes.” I’m half out of my mind, my hips rocking against the pressure of his thumb on my clit. The feel of his fingers teasing my entrance as maddening and it is arousing. “Please, Jaxon. I need—”

His long, wide finger enters me from behind and I gasp when I feel it press against the barrier of my virginity.

“Ohhh,” I moan, the sudden, heavy pressure of his finger inside me almost more than I can bare. Within the space of a breath, I’m so close to coming I can feel my whole body begin to shake. “Jax—”

“Shhh…” He starts to move inside me, stroking me, slow and deep, pushing against me. Stretching me. “It’s okay.” He pulls out of me and when he enters me again, it’s with two fingers. “I want you to come, Claire. I want it to be good for you.” I make a strange sound in the back of my throat when he starts to move again—half whimper, half gasp—the heat of it, spirals down my spine to pool between my thighs.

He adds another finger. “Shit,” he growls when I let out a sharp gasp, teetering on the border between pleasure and pain. “Are you okay?” He goes still, staring down at me, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Am I hurting you?”

Yes, but not enough to make me what to stop. It hurts, but not as much as it feels good. “Don’t stop,” I say softly, leaning up to lick at his mouth, his slightly parted lips, loving the way he groans my name. “Please, Jaxon, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Jesus…” He groans softly. Starts to move again, in and out of me. “You have no idea how good you feel. How long I’ve wanted this.” Each stroke pushing me. Stretching me, until the pain fades and I’m panting and moaning, my hips rocking against the hot, unrelenting pressure of his fingers fucking me. Getting me ready.

The orgasm hits me fast and hard. “Ohmygod,” I cry out, my hands fisting in his shirt, while my pussy flexes and clenches around the fingers he has buried inside me.

Before I have time to catch my breath, Jaxon pulls his fingers out and lowers himself to take my mouth in the kind of kiss that leave you breathless, his mouth devouring me, slanting against mine, again and again, his tongue licking and swirling until I’m dizzy and everything tilts.

Suddenly, I‘m under him, his hips between my thighs, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of my head, holding himself up to keep from crushing me.

“Again.” He whispers it in my ear before pressing his lips against the soft skin behind my ear. “I want you to come again,” he says, his mouth and tongue, licking and kissing their way down the length of my throat. My collarbone. Between my breasts. Taking one in his hand he cups it, circling its swollen nipple with his tongue before capturing it between his lips, sucking and nipping it with his teeth until I’m gasping and moan.

“Jaxon, please…” I whimper, eyes closed, the back of my head dug into the pillow. “I need—” I don’t know what I need. All I know is I feel empty. Achy. My skin is too tight. Too hot. I lift my hips off the mattress, grinding my pussy against any part of him I can reach.

More.

I need more.