Heidi's Guide to Four Letter Words(53)

“No! We’re not stopping. I just… need to get over my nerves. Quick! Tell me the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you.”

Lifting myself up on my knees a little, I scoot forward, resting my hands on his shoulders before pushing my body back down more snugly against his lap and moving around a little to get comfortable, my eyes widening in surprise.

Oh my, he wasn’t kidding. I really do turn him on just by being in the same room with him. Obviously, because what just happened in the last few minutes was definitely not hot.

“Sorry, I have no control over my dick when you’re sitting on my lap, wiggling your cute little ass around like that,” he informs me, resting his hands on my hips to stop me from moving. “Most embarrassing story, huh?”

I nod quickly, almost wanting to tell him to forget it. When he put me on his lap and I got myself situated, the skirt of my dress rode up, and right now, the hardness in his pants is pressed right up against me, with nothing separating us but my flimsy scrap of underwear and the rough material of his jeans that is doing some amazing things down there.

“My mom once walked in on me masturbating,” he says easily.

“Oh no! That couldn’t have been fun. But, I mean, boys do that sort of thing all the time when they’re teenagers, I’ve heard, so don’t be embarrassed about that,” I reassure him.

“It was three months ago,” he deadpans, which makes me throw my head back and laugh.

“No!”

“Yes.” He nods once I’ve gotten myself under control and just a few small giggles are still coming out.

“In my defense, it was your fault.”

“What? How was it my fault?”

“I was looking out my front window, and you were outside doing some gardening in a tank top and a pair of ratty jean shorts, and you bent over, and… yeah.”

My gardening outfit turned him on? This just keeps getting better and better, and I am kicking myself for not making a move on him sooner.

“So, anyway,” he continues, his hands moving off my hips to rest on top of my bare thighs. “When you move across the country and get your own place, you assume you have all the privacy in the world. Until your dick is in your hand and you suddenly remember you gave your mother a spare key the last time you went to visit her. And she showed up out of the blue to surprise me. I don’t think either one of us could have been more shocked when she walked through my front door.”

We both laugh softly when he finishes with his story, and now his palms are skimming gently up and down my thighs, inching a little bit higher under my dress each time he glides them back up.

“I think my nerves are gone now,” I whisper, shifting myself on his lap and pressing my forehead against his.

He lets out a low groan, his hands moving the rest of the way up under my skirt until they’re gripping my hips, slowly helping my lower body rock against him.

“Are you sure?” he whispers back.

With confidence I didn’t think I possessed a few minutes ago, I remove one hand from his shoulder and slide my hand down his chest, lifting myself up a little, my fingers easily unsnapping and unzipping his jeans now that I’m not thinking so hard about it. I let my hand slide right inside his pants and wrap it around him, which makes him let out an even louder groan.

“We need to move somewhere else. You deserve… better than… sex on a couch,” he stutters as I start moving my hand up and down around his length between my thighs.

“I’ve only ever had sex on a bed. And one time in the back of a car, and that was horrible and I never want to repeat it again,” I speak softly, squeezing harder and moving my hand faster, smiling to myself as I listen to him pant against my mouth. “I’ve never had couch sex. I want to have couch sex with you, and I think we can—”

He cuts me off with his mouth, quickly reaching between us and removing my hand from around him. As he kisses me, I’m happy to find out he’s much better at the one-handed thing than I am. With one of his hands now firmly clutching my butt under my dress, he shifts his hips up, and uses his other hand to pull his wallet out of his back pocket, fumbling around next to us on the couch until I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper.

Breaking the kiss, I look down between us and watch him pull himself out of his jeans. Without taking my eyes off of what he’s doing, I quickly scramble off his lap, reach up under my dress, and slide my underwear down, flinging it somewhere across the room as he sheathes himself with a condom.

“Jesus, you’re so hot,” Brent mumbles as he stares up at me standing before him.

My lips feel swollen from his kisses, my face feels flushed in anticipation, my chest is heaving, my dress is a wrinkled mess, I’m standing between his spread knees not wearing any underwear, and I’ve never felt sexier or more wanted in my life.

Faster than I’ve ever moved before, I climb back on his lap, lifting my skirt up to my upper thighs as I straddle him again. Brent leans up and meets me halfway, attacking my mouth again with another hot kiss that drives me crazy, and makes me start rubbing myself against him, eager to keep going and share this with him.

I let out a little whimper when he pulls his lips away from mine, his hands framing my face as he looks at me.

“You’re sure you’re sure?” he asks again.

His need to be absolutely certain I’m okay with this makes something inside me pop, and I wonder if this is what it feels like to fall head-over-heels for someone.