Safe at first, p.17
Safe at First, page 17
“Well, if I’m yours,” she started, but I knew what was coming out of her mouth next, so I took the words from her.
“Then, I’m yours. I know.”
She bit her bottom lip, her face practically glowing. “It’s about damn time,” she said before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down, the wind picking back up on the patio where we stood. Her tongue swept inside my mouth again before she moved to my neck and started biting.
My dick hardened instantly, and my breath caught in my fucking throat.
“Sunny,” I tried to talk, but it had been so long since I’d let anyone get this close to me. It felt like years since I’d actually wanted to be with a girl the way I was dying to get inside her. “You have to stop.”
“I don’t want to.”
She was tempting me, pressing all of my buttons, and so I pulled my phone out and checked the time. I had thirty-five minutes before my next class started. It wasn’t ideal, but it would be worth it.
“This isn’t going to be my best work, but you asked for it,” I said before scooping her into my arms and carrying her back inside.
“We have to rush?” she asked as she started kicking off her shoes and reaching for the button of her shorts.
“We have about twenty minutes before I need to get back to campus.”
“Okay,” she said, but she didn’t sound dejected or unhappy.
“I wanted to take my time with you.” I let her know that I hadn’t planned for our first time to be this way.
“It’s okay. The first time is always a little awkward anyway, right?”
She gave me a face, and I nodded in agreement because she was right.
No matter how sexy and perfect we wanted our first time with someone to be, it rarely worked out that way. Fucking was one thing; it didn’t necessarily require caring or feeling. But this was different. At least, it was for me.
We undressed ourselves and stood there, drinking each other’s naked bodies in. I wasn’t sure where to look first or what to focus on ... everything about her was so beautiful. I liked it all. I wanted to map every inch of her out and commit her curves and muscles to memory.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, and she blushed, moving her hands to cover up her private area.
“And you look Photoshopped”—she laughed—“like that one movie said.” She walked to me and ran her hands down my ab muscles and then moved up to my shoulders, her finger tracing an imaginary line down my bicep to my forearms. “You’re so sexy,” she breathed out, and that was all it took.
Grabbing her hard, I pushed my lips against hers and claimed her mouth. I was rough, my hands kneading and squeezing her ass as she moaned into me, our tongues dancing against each other. My hand moved of its own accord, my fingers itching to get inside her. When I reached her most sensitive area, I teased her clit for only a second before plunging inside. I wasn’t gentle, and I had given her no warning. Her hips jerked away from the contact, but she was soaked. Already so fucking wet for me, and I hated that we were on a time limit.
“Fuck, Mac,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure, and it only stroked my ego even more.
I continued finger-fucking her before adding another finger inside. She was so tight, but I wasn’t surprised. Sunny was petite, so it made sense that her pussy would be too.
“I hate that I can’t eat you until you scream,” I breathed out, my dick so hard that it hurt. “Fuck it. I can at least get a sample.”
“What?” she started to ask, but it was too late.
I was on my knees as she stood above me, her hands fisting in my hair as I took my first lick of paradise.
Whatever Sunny was made of, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to throw her legs around my shoulders and feast until her body gave out. And then eat some more.
“I’ll be back,” I whispered to her girl before standing up to my full height, Sunny’s mouth wide open from the pleasure I’d been giving her.
“Get on the bed.” I pointed, and she practically jumped on the damn thing.
Fumbling through my shorts for my wallet, I pulled out the emergency condom I always kept in there, just in case. I carried one unexpired latex glove, figuring it was all I would ever need.
“No glove, no love,” I said, and Sunny giggled.
Rolling on the condom, I looked into Sunny’s eyes, feeling all of her emotions in the air between us.
“Ready?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Please,” was all she said.
I moved my dick toward her entrance, a little nervous that I might hurt her. Not because I was walking around with some elephant cock between my legs, but because Sunny really was tiny. Two of my fingers inside her had felt like a stretch, and I damn well knew my dick was bigger than two of my digits.
I pressed inside slowly, careful not to go too quick. But when she started moving her hips down to make me get all the way in, I lost it and shoved myself inside. She gasped, her eyes watering.
“Did I hurt you?”
“It’s okay,” she said before I started moving in and out.
My dick was being strangled by her tight hold, and I actually worried for a minute that I might come in two more seconds. But the more I moved in and out of her, the more she loosened up, her body becoming a slick vise that felt fucking incredible around me and some of the pressure relieved.
“Sunny, you feel out of this world,” I said, and she started running her finger across my bottom lip.
I licked at it before she plunged it in my mouth, and I started sucking. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her entire body moved with mine, her hips doing this thing that drove me crazy. It felt like Sunny had a cliff inside her and I kept jumping off it. The sensation was overwhelming.
“Sunny, I can’t,” I started to warn her that I was about to lose it even though I didn’t want to. Not yet. But my hips refused to listen to my mind as they started pounding into her harder and faster.
“Yes, Mac. Fuck me. Just like that,” she said, raising her hips off the bed, making me hit that cliff again. “Harder,” she demanded, and I listened like a good boyfriend and pounded her into the fucking pillows at the top of her bed over and over and over again.
I was on the edge, on the verge, and before I could let her know I was going to come, I released inside the condom and pushed out two more shuddered thrusts before collapsing on top of her. Breathing hard, I propped myself up on my elbows, so I didn’t smash her.
“I’m sorry it was so fast,” I apologized, but she looked so sated and peaceful.
“It was the perfect first time.” She gave me a lazy smile, but I knew she was lying.
There was no way I’d satisfied her, but I planned on remedying that the next time. Then, she would mean it when she called it perfect.
“Uh ...” I rolled off of her and sat on the bed. I felt like a jerk, leaving Sunny right after having sex with her. “I hate to do this and run”—I thumbed toward her door as I pushed up to stand and noticed the way her eyes lingered on my abs before lowering to my dick and staring—“but I’ll be right back. Then, you can continue admiring me,” I said, and she laughed.
I really needed to take this condom off before it fell to the floor all on its own and made a mess. By the time I came out of the bathroom, Sunny was already dressed, her bed made, and the ride-share app she showed me on her phone let me know that she’d already called a car.
“You’re the best,” I said as I quickly pulled my clothes on.
She giggled, pressing a kiss to my neck before moving her lips to my cheek and eventually back to my mouth. “You’re mine, Mac Davies. And don’t you forget it,” she said before swatting my ass.
“Not a chance in hell I’d forget, babe.”
And just like that, life started to feel a little less lonely and a whole lot better. Sunny turned out to be the easiest thing I’d slid into since my first home run in pony ball. It was crazy how good she felt and how quickly I’d found myself needing her in my life.
And as more time passed, that girl became my best friend and someone I didn’t think I could ever live without. She supported me like crazy, never got mad when I needed to put baseball first, and seemed to understand me in ways no one else ever had. I felt like for the first time in my life, I finally knew exactly what Cole and Chance had tried to tell me.
When you found the right girl, you held on for dear life and didn’t let her go.
Life is Good
Sunny
Things with Mac and me got on track rather quickly. Once we finally gave in to what we both knew we wanted, our hearts lined up perfectly for it, everyone else be damned—I’m looking at you, Hayley. Everything about our relationship was ... really. Freaking. Good. Sometimes, I worried that it was falling into place a little too easily, but I knew that was only my fear talking. For whatever reason, I’d stupidly assumed that relationships came with a certain level of chaos, and without it, you were doomed, living in some fairy tale where it could all come crashing down around you at any moment.
Mac started opening up to me—without my pushing—and I took everything that he gave, anxious to learn more about what made my man tick. He talked about his parents, and I tried to hide my shock every time he told me something that his dad had done or said over the years. It was crazy to hear how he was treated when I had nothing but the opposite experience with my own family. If Mac had had a tendency to lie or exaggerate, I would have thought he was making the stories up—they were truly that awful. But he wasn’t a liar, and it broke my heart to know that he had grown up in such a dysfunctional environment, where his opinion didn’t matter.
He spent quite a few nights here at the apartment with me, which helped calm my nerves about being alone and also kept me sexually spent. That man’s appetite for me was on another level. But I welcomed it because I’d never been so desired before. Mac made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the galaxy, not just our planet. And if he wanted to work out his frustrations on my body or show me all the ways in which he craved me, I was here for it.
Other times, he went to the baseball house alone, or we went together. I never blamed him for wanting to hang out with his teammates, and the last thing I wanted to do was take him away from them during his last season. And even though it was a little bit of an adjustment, knowing that I came second to all things baseball, for some reason, it didn’t really bother me. What bothered me at times were all the other girls.
No one could believe that Mac had settled down, even when they saw us together on campus. Some girls would cast us shocked looks and shake their heads in disbelief. Others couldn’t have cared less. It was a weird reality, being thrown into this universe all of a sudden. One second, I had been Sunny Jamison, typical senior, and the next, it felt like the entire student body knew who I was and was judging me for it.
I remembered Danika going through a similar thing after she’d gotten together with Chance. I thought it had been worse for her though because Chance never gave any girl the time of day, so everyone wanted to know why she was so special. Whereas my boyfriend had made out with half the campus. It was a little embarrassing to know that he’d kissed some of the girls we walked by on a daily basis. I hated knowing that I shared my boyfriend with so many random females.
And then there was the social media aspect. I saw the nasty comments after he posted a picture of the two of us together, confirming our exclusive status. The remarks got so downright mean that he turned them off and begged me not to look anymore. But I was a curious beast and couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. It was hard not to care what other people were saying about you, especially when they didn’t even know you.
Of course, most of the comments were about my looks. How I wasn’t hot enough for Mac or how I was too skinny or how I dressed slutty. And my favorite: Who told this bitch that she looked good with silver hair?
Not all the comments were mean though, and I appreciated that fact. Some girls wrote some really nice things, complimentary and kind. But it was the nasty ones that stuck in my head the most and made me feel insecure. It was all worth it though if it meant I got to be with Mac. That didn’t mean that my jealousy never reared its ugly head because it definitely did. And Mac was always patient and understanding, apologizing every single time for putting me in the position in the first place.
“I’m sorry I’ve made out with half the school,” he said one night when I was in a particularly ornery mood.
“I mean, I was one of them, so I get it. But now, every time I catch a girl looking at me sideways, I think it’s because she hooked up with you, and then I imagine it, picturing the two of you making out and I can’t stand it.”
He grabbed my hand and looked me right in the eyes. “I can’t change any of that. I swear, if I could go back in time and take it all back, I would.”
I knew that he meant it. He was genuinely sorry for the pain it caused me. But I’d known all of those things before I fell for him in the first place, so it wasn’t right of me to keep throwing his past decisions in his face.
When my phone rang one evening, I knew it was Danika without even looking. Her personal ringtone blared from the other room, and I practically kicked a chair and broke my toe, trying to reach it in time.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to call you!” I shouted into the phone, breathing hard.
“I mean, I have to hear from Chance that you and Mac can’t get out from under each other long enough to come up for air? What the hell is that?” She pretended to be pissed, but I knew she was happy for me.
I’d told her all about Mac and me finally working our issues out and deciding to be together, and she’d told me she knew it was only a matter of time before we pulled our heads out of our asses. But then she’d gotten busy with moving back to New York after Chance’s season ended and building the new branch of her dad’s business that we hadn’t been talking as much as usual. The time difference never helped either.
“I know. I’ve been a bad friend, but listen,” I started saying, hoping she’d shut up long enough for me to get this out, “it’s about Thanksgiving.”
“You mean, OUR holiday? The holiday that was created for me and you? That Thanksgiving?”
I laughed. “Yes, that one.”
“Okay. What about it?”
“I was wondering what you thought about Mac and me coming there for it? I mean, I haven’t asked Mac yet. And I have no idea what your plans even are, but my mom mentioned it a while back, and I can’t stop thinking about it, but I keep forgetting to ask you.”
“Oh my gosh!” she literally yelled into the phone, and I had to pull it away from my ear. “YES! Do you hear me? We’re staying in New York for Thanksgiving and having it with my dad. And then we’re all going to California to see Chance’s family for Christmas. So, YES! YES! Come out! Stay with us. Now, you have to because I’m so excited, I can’t see straight!”
“What if Mac says no?” I asked, and Danika guffawed super loud.
“He won’t. But if he does, you come anyway! You’ve never been here. It will be so much fun. And I’m dying to show you the office, so I can offer you a job and make you come work with me. And it’s Thanksgiving! In New York, Sunny! I’m going to book you a ticket, so you can’t say no.” Danika was talking a mile a minute, and I swore I heard computer keys typing in the background. I wouldn’t put it past her to book me a ticket before we hung up the phone.
“Danika! Let me talk to Mac first. And I need to tell my mom to make sure she’s really okay with it. But I’m so glad you said yes.”
We were both so freaking riled up that we couldn’t stop shouting our responses to each other.
“I’m so happy! I’m going to plan it all out. Now, go do what you need to do. I need to find Chance, tell him the news, and then jump his bones.”
“I give you this news, and he gets the reward?” I asked with a laugh.
“Well, I’m not jumping your bones, so yes! If I’m excited, he gets to hear all about it. While I’m on his penis.”
Rolling my eyes, I sucked in a breath. “Being with Chance has changed you. You’re a foul-mouthed little hussy now.”
“I know. Isn’t it great?”
“It’s something all right.”
“Go away. Find a flight. Convince Mac to come with. And then send me all the details,” she said before ending the call, and I stared at the phone in my hand, looking at a blank screen.
I guess that answered that question. I was going to New York for Thanksgiving!
I shot my mom a text:
ME: Big Apple Turkey Day is a go! My fingers are crossed for that cruise of yours to Mexico.
MOM: Considering the fact that I’ve already booked and paid for said cruise, I’m going, no matter what.
ME: Did you tell Dad yet? My bet’s on no.
MOM: Smart ass. But, no.
Her response made me laugh. I wouldn’t put it past her to drag my dad, kicking and screaming, all the way to the port if she had to.
MOM: Is Mac, your hottie-with-the-body boyfriend, going to New York with you?
ME: I haven’t asked him yet but I’m hoping he says yes.
MOM: Just in case you’ve forgotten, I still haven’t met him. And if you don’t bring him to me soon, I’ll just go to him.
ME: What? You’ll go to him?
MOM: They have this thing called the internet. It shows his baseball schedule and everything. I even know his coaches email address. I can go to his practice and cheer for him until he has to leave the field and come into the stands just to shut me up.
The lady was incorrigible. And embarrassing.
ME: OMG! Mom! I’ll bring him home soon.
MOM: That’s all I needed to hear. :)
I just needed to run all that by Mac first. Working through his fears to be with me was one thing, but meeting my parents was something else entirely. That felt like a big step. What if he isn’t ready to take it? Or what if he hates the idea because his own parents are so messed up?
