Not wanting to spoil the moment, I didn’t speak. I tugged off my thong, tossing it aside and spreading my legs some to give him room.

The fact that he looked like he wanted to devour me didn’t frighten me as it should have. Slowly, he shifted each of his legs to rest just inside my thighs. I thought he would take off his briefs, but he didn’t. He crawled down my body, taking time to suck each of my nipples before moving on. Then he gave me one last questioning look before he put his hot mouth on me.

My back bowed, muscles taunt. No man had ever kissed me there. His sucks and nips drove me crazy with need until I felt a finger at my entrance. I stilled and he froze too.

His consideration made me fall just a little further in a four-letter word I couldn’t yet name. I didn’t want the mood to break. Damn fear, damn my mother, this was my choice.

“I want you,” I pleaded, before becoming the aggressor.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and aimed his head back at my goal. He graced me with a grin before stroking a tongue over the tight bundle of nerves that brought desire back in a rush.

When my orgasm hit, making me dizzy, I lost my breath as the world spun around. He didn’t stop until my body went limp. I opened my eyes to see him smile. Shyly, I smiled back.

He pulled something from a drawer. He tore the small square between his teeth and I watched for a second as he started to fit the condom over his cock.

I hadn’t seen him take off his boxer briefs, so I marveled at his dick before I sat up wanting to touch it.

We didn’t speak, but he seemed to understand my desire. He let me roll it down the long hard length of him.

When it was done, I lay back. Ready for the first time in my life, I pulled him toward me as his dick jutted out thick and ready.

If I expected him to pounce, he fooled me again.

We kissed as his cock lay heavy pressed at my entrance. He moved a hand between my legs, not breaking the seal we created with our mouths. He touched and slowly worked one finger inside me while stroking my clit.

He’d gotten me so ready, I bucked my hips in anticipation.

It happened so fast, I sucked in a breath.

My body stretched almost to the point of pain as he strained above me.

“Does it hurt?”

The edge in his voice almost made me lie.

“A little,” I answered, honestly.

His eyes closed and he pulled out some.

“You can go on,” I pleaded.

He didn’t listen to me. He kissed me again before moving down to my breast. There was some kind of tether from there to my core, because the fullness of him didn’t hurt as much as before. He inched his way in and back off repeatedly until he was fully inside me again. Slowly, a heat so intense took over. I lost all reason and curled a leg around his, moving to urge him on.

“Fuucckk,” he mumbled. “You feel so fucking good.”

I cried out because I was coming to a feverish peak.

He must have felt it too, because finally he increased his tempo.

This time was better than when he used his mouth. My inner walls gripped him, taking the pleasure higher. I moaned or screamed or both as he lost his rhythm, and he moved in me with shortening strokes. He groaned in my neck and we lay in a heap as I attempted to regain control of my limbs.

He rolled over in the small place, pulling free from me. Curious about what had given me so much pleasure, I spied it the same time he did. We froze, looking at a condom that didn’t cover him. It was rolled up at the base of his dick.

“It busted,” he said in utter shock.

* * *

Somewhere along the way it had burst, and from the feel of her it had to have happened at the very beginning. That explained why it had felt so unbelievable.

Fuck.

Her eyes had to have been as large as mine. “It’s my fault,” I blurted. “I should have put the condom on.”

I knew better. You had to pinch the tip to eliminate air so this didn’t happen. I’d been so caught up with her hands on me, I hadn’t been thinking.

“You don’t have to worry about getting anything from me. I’ve never once gone without before and I’ve never…” I left the words about not having a condom burst on me before out. I didn’t want her to feel bad. Besides, that was the least of our troubles.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked hesitantly. I could feel my face was pinched, like I’d swallowed something hot. There was no easy way to ask and I didn’t want her taking the question the wrong way.

She shook her head no.

“I’m…going to clean this up.”

I scrambled off the bed and avoided her eyes. She hadn’t said anything and I didn’t know what else to do. I’d had the best sex of my life, too bad what it could mean. I dragged on a pair of shorts from my drawer before I peeked outside my door. No one was out there, and the place seemed quiet. I hoped that everyone was out for the night.

In the bathroom, as I stared into the mirror, I could hear my father’s voice and his mantra. Never go without it. It isn’t worth it, son. The result of one mistake lasts for a lifetime. He drilled it into me every time he’d known I was going out. At the end of his speech he would hand me a fresh box. Don’t be cheap; use new ones so you don’t end up with more than you bargained for.

He hadn’t, however, warned me about letting a girl put it on for me. I splashed water on my face after I cleaned up. Once I was done, I got a fresh washcloth from the tiny linen closet and wet it. When I made it back to my room, she lay there staring at the ceiling and I wished I could hear her thoughts.

In an awkward moment, I couldn’t decide if I should hand her the towel so she could clean off. I sat down and decided to gently do it myself. She jerked at my touch, but she would be sore there. I’d forgotten all about it being her first time before I plowed into her.

I tried to be gentler. When I finished, I tossed the towel in a corner and scooped up my shirt. I handed it to her before lying next to her. After she shrugged it on, I tucked her into my side.

We said nothing more for the rest of the night. It took a long while before I fell asleep.

Awkwardness dawned with the day. It wasn’t just because I hadn’t often spent the night with anyone. It was more about the complete fuckup from last night.

I lay there with her still tucked against me. My mind was chaotic with thoughts about what she meant to me.

“Morning,” she murmured, stirring more than my attention. Her eyes shone from a collision with a shaft of light from the window. “I should go.”

She sat up, resting her back on the wall. My shirt covered all the parts of her that stole concentration.

“Are you okay?”

I wasn’t sure how to bring up what happened last night.

She nodded.

“No regrets?”

She shook her head before glancing out the window.

“I really should go.” She started to move and I gripped her hips to stop her.

“Wait, you don’t have to.”

“I do. I have to work on my project. Besides, I really want to shower and I don’t have any clothes with me.”

You can wear mine, I thought, but she was already up, shrugging into her jeans. I watched the show, longing to be inside her again, but I would sound like an ass telling her those things. Had she wanted me to profess my feelings? Hell, I didn’t know what I was feeling except I didn’t want her to leave, but couldn’t find the words to tell her.

She kept my shirt on and I said nothing. I liked the idea of her wearing it and thinking of me.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, before the door closed like a precursor.

I should have walked her downstairs or to her dorm. But my thoughts were too sluggish as I heard the front door close with a resounding thwack.

I slumped into my pillow before tugging it from behind my head to smash it on my face. I’d fucked that up.

A knock at my door had me wondering if I’d been granted a second chance until Gavin poked his head in. “Was that Reagan leaving?”

I tossed the pillow to my feet and pushed back my hair. “Yep.”

“I think I smell the aroma of sex warmed over.”

“Fuck you.” I was in no mood for Gavin’s shit.

“Sure are pissy for someone who finally hit it. I was wondering if it was ever going to happen. I thought maybe you lost your touch.”

Quickly, I sat up and snagged the pillow to throw it at his head. “She’s not like that, so don’t talk about her that way.”

His head went back. “Oh, this one’s important to you.”

There was no use in denying it. “Yes. So shut the fuck up.”

“Did you guys fight or something?”

I hadn’t wanted to have this conversation with him but he’d figured out we’d done it. And I needed to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do next. “We aren’t fighting.” I sighed before admitting the truth. “The fucking rubber busted.”

“Shit.” He dragged out the word like the curse it was. “I guess you had a come-to-Jesus moment.”

He meant shit got real, but at the same time it had been real good. The feeling of being with her, skin to skin, had topped every sexual encounter I’d ever had. If I hadn’t feared the possible consequences, I wouldn’t wear a condom again.

“You haven’t ever gone bareback have you?” He read my silence. Slowly, I shifted my head side to side. “It’s a life changer, isn’t it?”

It had been heavenly. The thought of sinking into her again had me reaching for a halo.

“That isn’t the issue,” I professed.

“Oh, I know what the issue is. Did you suggest the morning after pill to her?”

“Morning after pill?”

He gaped at me.

“What? This shit has never happened to me before.”

I shoved a hand through my hair.

“Dude,” he said like he was preparing to educate me. “They have an emergency pill for shit like this to stop her from getting pregnant.”

“And it works”

“Damn right.”

“She didn’t mention it.”

“Well, call her up and suggest it.”

“I don’t know.”

As much as I didn’t want a kid, it felt like a douche move. Any other girl and I’d text her real quick like. But with Reagan…Even with my Dad running for president, I couldn’t pull a dick move like that with her.

“Why not? They’re your swimmers. You have a say in this too.”

“It’s her body,” I said, feeling defeated. Would I be a total wanker if I brought it up?

“If it was me, I would have walked her to the clinic and convinced her it was her idea.”

“Sounds like you have experience.”

He shrugged and left me alone. I tucked a different pillow under my head. I pulled out my phone to text Biscuit. I hoped our first time together wasn’t our last.