“You feel amazing. You’re so perfect,” he mumbled against my neck, pressing his lips to my skin after each declaration.
“You feel so good too. Don’t stop.” I moaned, my lips parting as his mouth neared. When his tongue entered my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut at the touch, the taste, the sensation overload.
His hips moved faster, pushing and pulling in and out of me, and I sensed he was close. I lifted my hips and rubbed against him as he moved, each thrust hitting that perfect spot in me.
My own orgasm started to build, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for me either. Two more pumps and I arched my back, pleasure ripping through every part of me until I trembled with the aftermath, and realized that Nick had almost slowed to a stop. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his mouth open slightly.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Jess. Everything about you.”
Nick leaned down and claimed my mouth with his, nibbling on my bottom lip. He kissed me like he owned me as he began moving inside me once more. It all felt so good, like he was made just for me.
His body tensed and then quaked and jerked as he came inside me. Between my legs, I felt him pulse and throb as I continued to rock gently against him. He sucked in a breath and collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body almost too much, and I let out a quick oomph.
“You okay?”
“No,” I huffed out. “I’m dead.”
He pushed up onto his elbows and pressed his lips to mine. “That was amazing.”
I nodded in complete agreement.
It was. It was so much more than amazing, but I couldn’t find another word.
“I had planned on waiting until formal, but something about tonight just seemed right.” His breathing still erratic, he moved off of me and lay on his back, peeling the condom off and then disposing of it in a trash can next to the bed.
“Tonight was perfect.” I lay my head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“You’re not mad we didn’t wait?” His body tensed as he pulled back to look at me.
I tilted my head. “Yes. I’m really upset that you just gave me the best sex of my life. Horribly upset.”
“The best sex of your life?”
“I just want you to feel good about yourself,” I said with a laugh as I came down from my post-sex high.
“I have you in my arms. I feel fucking great about me.”
My heart grew two sizes bigger in that moment. Because . . . Nick Fisher. I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Formal
Jess
Nick and I had definitely grown closer since having sex. As much as most people tried to claim that it didn’t change anything, I knew with complete certainty now that they were full of shit.
Having sex changed everything.
It made my feelings for Nick grow tenfold. There was something vulnerable about being completely naked with another person and letting them inside you. We had connected in the most intimate of ways that you could never take back. It was as if we had a secret bond, an invisible string that tethered us to each other, and only grew stronger.
I knew I cared about Nick before having sex with him, but now it all felt like so much more. Sex with him made my emotions swell. And everyone seemed to know the minute it happened between us, like I’d sprouted a giant flashing neon sign on my forehead that read I Gave It up to Nick Fisher.
Maybe it was the way he held me now . . . tighter.
Or the way we stood when we were around each other . . . closer.
Everything between us was simply . . . intensified.
There was more affection, more touching, more intimacy in every interaction. We gave our own selves away without even trying.
I was falling in love with him, even though I wasn’t sure that I should. My mind cautioned me to slow down whenever Nick came near, but my heart sped up at the sight of him. My mind flashed warning signals with his touch, but my heart grew wings and flapped like a wild bird begging for more. My mind sounded alarms anytime it thought I might be falling too fast, but my heart tumbled over the edge without question.
That was the thing about falling in love—it couldn’t really be helped or stopped. It wasn’t like my mind could talk itself out of the things that my heart decided to beat for. And it had definitely started beating for Nick Fisher.
I liked the way it felt. If my heart wanted to fall in love with him, I was going to let it, my mind be damned.
The only formal affair I’d ever attended was my senior prom, and even though Rachel had filled me in, I still had no idea what to expect when it came to a fraternity formal. Thank God she was going to be there with Trevor; at least I’d know someone other than Nick at this event.
Nick told me that most of the guys brought girls from sororities as their dates, so there wouldn’t be a lot of non-Greeks there. Remembering what Rachel had said, I hoped that the night wouldn’t be awkward or uncomfortable. It was hard enough being Nick’s girlfriend sometimes; I didn’t need the extra crap from girls I didn’t know at my first formal event on Nick’s arm.
First? Wishful thinking, Jess.
We arrived at the hotel and checked into our room. Nick had booked a suite for a group of us, so it was party central in our place. I didn’t mind, but I had thought that we’d get some alone time together. Now I wasn’t sure that was even a possibility with the current state of the place.
“This place is awesome!” Rachel shouted from the full-sized bar in the corner of the room as she poured some shots.