Her body against mine was strong and taut. Her mouth was hot and desperate. There were so many layers to this girl, but they were all hidden away under that shell of hers. She was always hanging back and waiting for someone else to make the first move. She was too wary to cut loose, to take a risk.

Who better to help her get over that than me?

And what better way than this? “I’ll be so careful,” I was saying, but it was far from a promise I could keep. Not with her straddling me like this. Not with my hands in her hair and my face in her breasts, kissing until I felt her nipples tighten into beads under my lips. “Don’t hold yourself like that, Everly,” I told her. “I’ve got you.”

“I—” she started to say, then hissed through her teeth as I slid my hands back around her waist to pull her down into my lap. I knew she was feeling how much I wanted her right here, right now, but that tension was still singing through her body. “Your parents,” she whispered. 

I nibbled my way from the top of one rounded breast up to her neck. “Who cares?”

“Gabe, I—oh...” she moaned as I brushed my lips against her ear. 

A shiver tore through her body and she arched closer to me. I grinned against her neck. “Oh, you like that, huh? What else do you like, baby? Tell me quick so I have time to do them all to you before I wear you out.”

“Do that,” she urged. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure as she pointed to her ear again. “Kiss me there again?”

The hesitation in her voice almost broke my heart. I wondered if this girl had ever been allowed to ask for what she wanted. What she needed. 

I had a lot of work to do to show her it was okay to demand what she wanted, and I planned on enjoying every minute of it. “Right here?” I questioned, curling my tongue along her earlobe. Another delicious shudder tore through her body and it was all I could do not to groan in response. “Or do you like it better when I do this?” I nibbled along the shell of her ear before biting down. 

“Unh!” Her stifled scream was music to my ears. 

“You like it when I bite,” I groaned in approval. “Jesus, why are you so fucking perfect?” I peppered her skin from the place under her ear right down to the pulse at her throat with little biting kisses and every time my teeth found her skin she pressed against me, swaying in this sexy little rocking rhythm that drove all of the blood in my body straight down to my cock. “Let’s see if these beauties are as sensitive as your sweet little ear,” I urged, coaxing her out of the flannel and oversized T-shirt she must have changed into at home. 

With a glazed look in her eyes, she shrugged out of her flannel, then seemed to snap back into focus when I tugged at her shirt. “I’ve got it,” she said. 

“It’s okay to accept help, you know,” I couldn’t help pointing out.

She stuck out her tongue at me as she lifted her shirt. I let out an appreciative hiss when I caught sight of her for the first time. She was braless under her shirt and her breasts were small and perfectly shaped, with high, proud nipples that already stood at attention as if in invitation. I glanced up at her face and caught the wary look she was giving me. “You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

Her face flushed and she gave me a smile that squeezed my heart. “They’re small,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. 

I gently tugged her hand away. “They’re perfect and I really want to tell them how perfect they are.”

She giggled. “You want to talk to my breasts?”

“I feel like they’re suffering from unwarranted low self-esteem. Hey,” I whispered, leaning forward and pressing my lips to her skin as I spoke. “You listen to me now. Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not fucking spectacular.” When she laughed again, more freely this time, I kissed first one, then the other, and gave in to the need to cup them in my hands. “Dear God, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me all this time.”

“Scrubs aren’t very flattering,” she sighed before squeaking as I gently took one of those pretty, pearly nipples into my mouth. 

It was bliss to feel that sensitive skin tighten under my lips, but when I bit down gently and made my girl gasp in pleasure, I felt higher than any pill had ever taken me before. I bit down harder, testing how much she could take and was surprised but not really surprised that Everly wanted to skirt that edge of pain. She wanted more sensation. She wanted the feelings to shut out the noise in her head. 

Just like I did. 

That revelation drove all thoughts of being careful away. With a growl, I sank my teeth into the soft skin that surrounded her nipple, biting a savage ring into one breast before moving to the other. Everly moaned and squirmed in my lap, grinding her hips against me. It was far sexier than any lapdance I’d ever had, and what made it even better was that it was my name she moaned as she writhed.

Needing more, I tugged at her waistband. “Let me have all of you,” I demanded, almost begging. “Stand up, baby, and let me see your pussy.”

She was beyond blushing at the rough word. She hopped off my lap with an eagerness that made my cock throb painfully. When she yanked her yoga pants down past her hips, she revealed she was bare under there as well. “Naughty girl.”

“I thought I was going to bed.”

“You are. With me.”

“Then I guess I’m dressed appropriately after all,” she said, her lips twisting into a grin as she stepped out of her pants.

“Shit,” I hissed. She gave me that same wary look as she watched me take her all in. I knew enough to add, “I bet you taste as good as you look.”

She rocked a little on her heels, and her toes may have curled a little. “I have no idea.”

“I’ll let you know,” I told her, reaching out and taking her hand. “I’m going to kiss your pretty pussy for a little while now. Is that okay with you?”

“Uh.”

“No one’s ever kissed you down there?”

She shook her head. 

“Are you a virgin?”

“No,” she said, her voice half frustration, half regret. “But the guy... it was just one time... and he was in a hurry… he didn’t...”

I pressed my lips together and pushed down the urge to deck the knucklehead who didn’t take his time with this girl. “I’m glad,” I said. “Because I planned on being the standard by which you measured all guys.” I grinned. “It’s a good thing I have nobody you could compare me to.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s unfair to the other guy,” I boasted as I tugged her to me. “Now, baby, I want to taste you in the worst possible way, but I need you to do something to help me.”

“Of course.”

I shifted and leaned back onto the bed, carefully maneuvering until I was flat on my back. She watched me and when I finally laid down she let out a breath and I knew she’d been worried I was hurting. But I wasn’t feeling anything except need for her. “Ready to help me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Great.” I beckoned her over. “Come sit on my face.”