A Bunch of Firsts
I feel a chill against my back as my legs shift. I’m in a daze, but realize I’m being lifted. I raise my head and see Declan carrying me towards my room. The last thing I remember is falling asleep against his chest while watching episode three of “Modern Family.” The TV is off and our drinks are gone. I also see the door is locked from the inside and the red light from the alarm is on.
“Declan, the alarm is already set. Don’t you want me to walk you out?”
“I’m not leaving yet. I thought I would stay a little while longer and sleep in one of the girls’ rooms.”
I like his answer, but instantly start to panic about being under the same roof with him alone. All he has to do is give me a look and I’m gooey all over. I’m not confident with my own willpower. Even though I haven’t had sex, I still have physical needs and he’s testing them to their limits. I need to stop this now. “Sorry I fell asleep on you. I can walk to my room.”
He stops midstride and looks down at me. He leans in a bit and, in the same motion, turns my whole body so I’m straddling him. He looks right into my eyes and lowers his gaze to my lips. I stare at his lip ring and lightly lick my lower lip. I can practically feel the ring biting into me as he devours my mouth.
“Sparkle, if you keep fucking licking your lips, I won’t be responsible for how bruised they are tomorrow.”
My belly flips and I feel tingling all the way to my toes. I continue to gape, but I find my voice. “I like your lip ring. It’s a complete turn on for me.”
I’m not embarrassed at all; the chemistry I feel between us is mutual. He has me in his arms and I can feel his erection against my inner thigh. I mo
ve slightly and he hisses.
“I’m going to take you into your bedroom now and I need you to promise me something. Promise me you’re going to help me with self-control. I only planned on laying you under the covers, but now I think I need a goodnight kiss. Can you help me with that?”
I nod, but keep my eyes on his lip ring.
He walks me into my room and lowers me to the bed gently, which means he has to bend all the way forward. He’s so close to my face that I can feel his breath on my mouth. I unhook my legs from around his waist and shift slightly. Without breaking our connection, he reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp, lightly illuminating us.
He moves right back and settles his knees on the ground. He’s still taller than me, but I can almost meet him at eye level without having to strain. I straighten up as much as possible and he lowers his chin. Finally, our lips meet with the softest touch. With no shame, I heave up and slam my mouth over his. I silently beg for him to part his lips and he does. This is no longer a soft goodnight kiss. His hands are framing my face and I’m clawing into his hair, taking what he gives me and vise-versa. Both of us are moving our mouths in sync and I feel him start to retreat. He whispers something in my mouth, but I don’t hear a thing. As he moves away, I nip on the ring just to remind him how much I like it. He groans.
“Jesus Christ, every fucking time we kiss, I feel it. Do you?”
I nod my head and slowly run my hands through his hair, trying to calm the mess I created. He’s still gorgeous. “Stay with me tonight. You can sleep in here. I promise not to challenge your self-control, but I want to lie next to you. I’m not sure I can take it if you’re sleeping down the hall all night. I only have so much control myself.”
A sleepy grin crosses his face. “Okay, let me run and get something to sleep in. I’ll change and meet you back here in a few.”
He starts to move, but I grab him and plant a small peck on his lips. “I look forward to it.”
It only takes me a few minutes to brush my teeth and get into my pajama shorts. I figure he has already seen my cami so no need to change. I run a brush through my hair and inspect myself one more time, then go to the bedroom. I walk in and see Declan has already moved under the sheets and has them pulled up to his waist. I almost faint at the sight of him shirtless with his tattoos on display. He has a solid chest, tight abs, and that famous V that leads into his pants. I’ve never seen anything so tempting in my life. He turns me on so much more than physically. Emotionally, I’m charged up.
“Come here,” he reaches out for me. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?”
I think for a minute. I usually take up the whole bed, but I have to come up with an answer. “I’ll take the left side closer to the bathroom.” I scoot in next to him and look down at his frame. “Don’t think I’m weird, but you have an awesome body. One of these days, I want you to tell me about each and every tattoo.” I trace my hands over his chest.
“Sparkle, look at me.”
I stop tracing and roam up to his eyes. I see them glaze over for a brief second before he speaks.
“One of these days, I hope you’ll know about every part of my body, not just my tattoos.”
My shorts are drenched; I can feel it. His voice is velvet and the meaning is clear. I lean in to kiss him and move my hands to brace on his chest. This kiss is slower and sweeter than earlier. When I pull away, I run my lips across his and peck lightly at the ring.
“I’ve never had this before,” he says.
“What.”
“This,” he motions his hand between us, “feeling this connection.”
“I guess it’s a first.”
“I hope it leads to a bunch of firsts.”