He’s blocking my path, looking down at me with a face obscured by shadow. As soon as I look up, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. He finally pulls away and I just stand there in shock as he turns and walks back to the living room. When I sit back down, I notice I don’t even have my Diet Coke. Then I realize that Bo’s holding it, the can balanced on his ankle crossed over his knee. He doesn’t even like Diet Coke.
I settle back into the cushions, eyeing the oversized teal throw pillow tucked against his side. Hildy and Jay are at the other end of the sofa, locked in a heated battle. Keeping my eyes on them, I slowly lift my hand and reach over Bo’s lap. His thigh tenses as I run my hand over his stomach and tease the hem of his t-shirt until I find the edge. Moving my head slightly, I steal a glance. He’s already looking at me, his eyes darting back and forth between my face and my hand.
Gently, I slide one finger under the waistband of his sweatpants, and then another. Moving only my wrist, I push the rest of my hand between his legs and settle it on his cock. I press my mouth together, trying in vain to stifle a smile as a wave of heat washes through my stomach. He’s so incredibly hard already. Contracting my fingers, I slowly stroke him back and forth while he stares straight ahead at the TV.
The longer I touch him, the more intense the ache gets between my thighs until, suddenly, Hildy lets out a shriek and leaps from the sofa. I flinch, snatching my hand from Bo’s pants and turning my attention back to the TV. Bo lets his ankle fall from his knee and pushes his wrist against his groin a couple of times before tossing the throw pillow aside.
He moves to stand, rotating his body and bringing his face so close it almost brushes against mine, “Fucking tease,” he mutters under his breath.
There’s a quick, sharp pain and I wince as he flicks his middle finger out from his thumb, popping me in the side of my breast. Before I can even take a breath, he disappears down the hall.
At the end of the night, Jay leaves, peeling down the gravel drive in his Frankenstein’s monster of a racecar that needs new floorboards more than racing seats. Then, like always, I follow Hildy up to her bedroom. But, this time, I pause in the doorway and gaze down the hall. Bo is strolling to his room, two doors down on the other side of the bathroom. When he gets there, he looks over his shoulder and catches my eye.
Then he gives a nod and motions inside before finally stepping over the threshold and closing the door.
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I play that moment over and over in my head as I lay next to Hildy, wide awake, under her blue and yellow paisley comforter. Finally, I sit up and look down at her. Her breaths are slow and heavy. She’s curled up under the covers so that only her head from the chin up is showing and every few seconds, she gives a tiny snore. Gently, I lift the covers and slink down to the edge of the bed.
I don’t know why I’m being so quiet. Hildy sleeps like a damn rock. Of all the times I’ve gotten out of bed at her house to go to the bathroom, not once has she ever woken up. But this time, I figure she’ll know through some subconscious, best friend telepathy that I’m doing something scandalous and she’ll immediately wake up and catch me. But she doesn’t. Good thing, too, because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anyway.
Silently, I creep out of the room, shut the door behind me, and meander down the hall, watching for lights or movement. Twisting Bo’s doorknob, I slip into his room and quickly shut the door behind me, careful to close the latch silently. His shades are still open, letting in the warm glow from the flood light on the garage. Bo is sprawled out on his stomach, shirtless, hugging his pillow, a disheveled white sheet and light grey comforter laying crooked over his hips.
“Bo,” I whisper across the room.
He slowly rolls over and sits up on his elbows, then reaches up and switches on the lamp on the side table, which only gives off a weak glow. When he sees me, he tosses his hair out of his eyes and throws back his covers, nodding sharply to the space next to him. I creep across the carpet to the end of his bed, which is only a queen size mattress and box spring sitting on the floor. I crawl toward him and sink down onto the pillow.
He rolls over to face me, “Did you get lonely?” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” I reach up to stroke the side of his face, “I just want you to kiss me again.”
Bo lifts my hand from his cheek and kisses the palm of my hand, “I’m going to do more than kiss you, E,” he crawls over top of me, settling his hips between my legs.
I don’t know how long I kiss Bo. Long enough to memorize how his skin feels against mine. Long enough to forget where I am or that anyone else exists. And I don’t stop him when he hooks his fingers over the waist of my sleep shorts and pulls them down my legs.
“I’m more fun to sleep with than Hildy,” he gives a half shrug as he tosses them over the side of the bed, “unless you’re into that.”
He pushes my knees apart and my heart starts racing as soon as I feel the cool air against my bare skin. I don’t know what to expect, frozen as his mouth trails down my stomach and his hand slides up the inside of my thigh. I mean, I kind of do, but Bo’s the first guy to ever put his face between my legs…
He lets out a groan the second he feels how wet I am and I inhale a sharp breath through my teeth when I feel his tongue on my clit. Moving slowly, he searches for the right spot until my breath catches and I grab a fistful of his hair to keep him there. Instinctively, my hips roll with him as he sweeps his tongue over my pussy and sucks my clit until finally, my breaths turn to choked gasps. My thighs clench around his head and the rush hits me, making me grind against his face. My hand flies to my mouth, clamping it shut so that nothing escapes but a muted squeak.
As soon as my breathing slows, Bo crawls back up my body and pulls me tight against him. Still drunk off the orgasm, I convulse against him as he presses his forehead against mine, flicking his tongue between my lips.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight, Evie…” he growls as he grinds against me.
I try to focus.
Oh, shit…
Bo runs his hand between my legs, slick with my own cum, and pushes one finger inside me, and then another, pulsing back and forth. I dig my fingertips into his shoulders, and when he tries to push a third inside me, I go rigid and let out a whimper into his neck.
“Fuck, you’re going to take my cock so good,” he murmurs through clenched teeth, feeling me contract around his fingers.
Bo rises up on his knees and stretches across the mattress to the side table. He digs around in the drawer for a few seconds and then settles back on his heels, pushing his shorts down past his hips until he can pull them free and tosses them aside. I stare up at him, my breaths getting shorter as he strokes his cock while tearing open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He blows the shred of plastic out of his mouth, gazing down at me like a hungry beast.
He’s going to tear me apart.
Dropping down, Bo lodges his knees against the backs of my thighs and spreads my legs as far apart as they’ll go. He falls forward, planting one hand on the mattress next to my chest and reaches down to position himself. I inhale sharply and tense my thighs when I feel him against me, ready to thrust his hips forward.
But, at the last second, my hands fly to his arms, grabbing his biceps.
“This is going to hurt, right?” I hiss in a shaky whisper.
Bo pauses and lifts his head, staring at me blankly. He’s silent for a few moments, and then his face softens, “You’ve never done this before,” he says with realization.
I give a quick shake of my head, studying his face for any reaction.
He furrows his brow, “Really?” He sounds shocked.
I’m not sure how to take his odd response, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.
He bites his bottom lip, “Wow, you hit home runs on the field, but nowhere else,” the corners of his mouth start to curl as he peers down at me, “and you want me to be the one to pop your cherry, huh?”
I hesitate, but then crack a smile, “Yeah,” I admit.
“Then say it.”
“Say what?”
