Shattered Ties(42)

“You didn’t...you know.”

“You’re so innocent.”

“You do realize you just said that to the girl who’s currently lying halfnaked in your bed, right?”

“I do. You’re innocent, and I like it. I feel like I’m corrupting you.” “You are,” I said as I pushed him off of me.

When he was flat on his back, I climbed on top of him. I was still sensitive down there, and I shuddered when I felt him pressing against me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to leave you hanging after that.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I know. I want to.”

I leaned down and kissed his lips first. Then, I repeated what he’d done to me. I kissed his neck and bit his earlobe before moving down to his nipples. When I ran my tongue over them, he shuddered. I considered that a good sign, so I took my time with each one, biting and licking until he was moaning. I licked a trail down his stomach, but I stopped when I got to his shorts. I had no idea what I was doing, and I wasn’t about to try my luck with licking down there just yet. Baby steps.

I sat up and scooted back, so I could pull his shorts down slowly, inch by inch. When they were far enough down, I took a deep breath and grabbed his shaft. This was my first up-close-and-personal with a guy, but he seemed kind of big. I had no idea how that was supposed to fit inside me. I ran my hand along it carefully, afraid to hurt him. I knew guys were sensitive there, and I didn’t want to cause him any pain.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“I am. Just tell me what to do. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He smiled. “You don’t have to be that gentle. I’m not going to break.” I did as he said and tightened my grip on his shaft as he groaned again.

“Squeeze as you go.”

I squeezed lightly, and he made a sound that instantly turned me on again. I continued running my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing occasionally just so he’d make that sound again. From the way he was responding, I seemed to be doing it right. Feeling braver, I leaned down and ran my tongue across the head.

His body arched off the bed. “Holy f*ck!”

I smiled as I repeated the action, and he balled his hands into fists.

“Emma, you need to move. Now.”

“Why?” I asked, immediately thinking that I’d gone too far.

“Because I’m about to come, and I don’t want it to go all over you.” I laughed as I sat up. “What a gentleman.”

“I try. You might want to move your hand.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I started stroking him faster.

His body twitched as he came all over my hand. I wasn’t grossed out, like I’d thought I would be. Instead, I was turned-on again at the sight of him coming like that. I felt a sense of pride from being the one who had made him do it.

“There’s a bathroom right across the hall,” he said.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I soaked a washcloth with water and walked back to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed, and I was careful as I started wiping him since I knew he had to still be sensitive.

“I’ve never seen another girl quite like you.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see him watching me walk back into the bathroom to throw the washcloth into the hamper.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re just...you. Come over here.”

I walked to the bed, and he pulled me down beside him. I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

“This is nice.”

He kissed the top of my head. “It is.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this safe or this content. I’d just given him a piece of myself that I’d never shared with anyone else, and I felt closer to him because of it. I could get used to this.



Sometime later, I woke up to Jesse calling my name. I groaned as I tried to find the covers to pull over my head.

“Emma, wake up.” “No,” I grumbled.

He laughed as he started tickling my ribs. “You have to. My mom will be home soon, and if she walks in on us like this...”

“Oh crap.” I definitely needed to get up. I didn’t want to meet his mom for the first time while I was halfnaked in her son’s bed.

“Yeah, crap. You need to get dressed. Here are your clothes.”

He shoved my tank top and bra into my hands as I sat up. I slipped on my clothes and followed him out into the rest of his house. He held my hand to lead me through the dark surrounding us. It was a lot later than I’d realized.

He continued to hold my hand until we were standing beside my car. I suddenly felt awkward and unsure of myself again. The contentment I’d felt while he held me in his arms was now gone.

“So...I guess I’ll see you later?” It came out as a question, showing just how unsure I felt about our situation now.

He laughed as he leaned down, and then he kissed my forehead. “You will, just not in school.”

“I’ll stop by tomorrow with your assignments.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Maybe I want to.”

“You’re just using that as an excuse to come over again.”