Jock Row (Jock Hard #1)(84)

My stomach drops and I actually move my fucking hand there. “Why would you say that?”

“None of my friends liked sex their first time.”

“None?”

Her head gives a bashful shake.

Well shit. This will not do.

Not on my watch.

“Not only are you going to like it, you’re going to orgasm.”

Scarlett laughs, shoulders shaking at the confident tone of my voice, her hands sliding along my arms to cup my face, pulling me down so she can smack a kiss to my lips.

“You’re adorably full of yourself.”

Maybe, but since when is that a bad thing? “It’s called confidence.”

“You’re confident you can make me orgasm the first time I have sex? You’re not a magician. It’s going to hurt.”

“Magic has nothing to do with it—this does.” I lower my pelvis, letting my cock drag across the slit of her pussy while my tongue plays along her lips until her mouth opens. “I’ve been hard for you for weeks.”

“You have?”

“You couldn’t tell? I feel like I’ve been walking around with a fucking boner in my pants since I hauled you onto that porch.”

“You didn’t haul me onto that porch—I followed you.”

“Probably so you could check out my ass.”

She reaches around, hands skimming the sensitive skin of my ribcage. Slides them down to my buttocks, squeezing. “And what a lovely ass it is.”

Firm? Yes.

Lovely? No.

Moaning when my painfully stiff dick slides back and forth over her pussy, she sucks on my tongue. Comes up for air when I nudge the tip between the folds. “Don’t get too carried away with that thing. It’s dangerous.”

But fuck does it feels good.

“Then hold that thought.” I climb off Scarlett for a few seconds to grab a condom from the bedside table; I stashed them there the first night we arrived, optimistic and wanting to be prepared—just in case.

She locks eyes with the blue metallic wrapper as I toss it to the side. Blushes furiously, breasts and all.


Scarlett

This body is a temple—we don’t wear it down, we build it up. Feel free to worship at the shrine…

I remember him saying that to me once, and it comes back now as he grabs a condom from the bedside table, casually tossing it on the pillow. It lands near my head, the wrapper blue and shiny. I’ve never put one on a man before, let alone had one inside me.

Well I’m certainly worshiping his body now.

Sterling Wade is sleek and impressively built, and I admire the efforts of his endless athletic training. I admire the Venus kisses above his fantastic butt—it’s pale, down to his dense hamstrings, unlike the rest of his ridiculous body that seems to have been dipped in liquid sun.

Every muscle flexes when he reaches for the bedside table, every tendon strains.

He tosses the condom and a small bottle of lube on the bed like it’s no big deal.

I blush furiously because to me, it is.

I’ve never been naked like this with anyone before, and I’m not sure what to do with myself while I lay here, on full display. Because I’m about to have sex.

About to have sex!

Finally.

I resist the urge to cover my bits with the palms of my hands; he’s already seen them, sucked and licked them. He’s had his mouth on my—

Sterling slips back onto the mattress, inching up next to me, long arm reaching to the foot of the bed, towing the sheets up to cover us both.

Kisses me.

Kisses and kisses and kisses me, erection digging into my thigh.

It’s distracting, my brain focused on three things: impending pain, trying to relax so I’m not tense (too late), and praying this won’t be a complete disaster.

God, I hope it’s not terrible.

God, I hope I don’t disappoint him.

God, I hope it doesn’t hurt like a mother.

“Babe, are you okay? You look a little pale—we don’t have to do this.” Sterling’s voice is a welcome interruption to an imagination taking a downward spiral.

“I’m overthinking it.”

“We can stop. Just tell me when, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare,” I demand, sounding bossier and less tense than I feel.

“I’d be happy sucking your pretty boobs all night.” He nips at one, drawing a nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. “If I died doing this, I’d die happy.”

“No. This is what I want.”


Rowdy

I stare down at her longer than I probably should, arms braced on either side of her head, kissing the corner of her mouth.

She cuffs my biceps with her palms, squeezing. “This is what I want. Don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t.” Even if it’s going to kill me to hurt her.

“I think you should get on with it. I’m way too tense to drag this out—just rip off the bandage.”

“Are you sure?”

I’m not as eager as I thought I would be to slide the condom on, nervous energy replacing the anticipation of screwing Scarlett, anxious to do it right the first time.

I rise up on my haunches and unroll the condom down my dick, crack the tube of KY lube, squeezing out a small amount on my thumb and forefinger, rubbing them together. Reach down and rub them over her clit in tiny circles, watching as her lips part and eyelids lower.