She could hardly hold in the impatient sigh that threatened to rip through her lungs. She had less than twenty minutes to get food, pay for it, and get to her next class (which was all the way across campus) on time.
If her last class hadn’t run so late, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. But here she was. Tapping her shoe. Watching the very large man in front of her take his sweet precious time ordering. From a pizza place.
Frustrated, she looked at her phone again. Seventeen minutes. Damn it.
“You ok, there?”
The undeniably male voice behind her startled her, causing her to stutter, “Yeah, yeah I-I’m fine.” She mumbled.
“You.. sure about that?”
She started to wave him away as the giant in front of her finally started to move, pizza in hand, “I’m fine,” redirecting her attention, she spoke to the clerk, “I’ll have a number one, please.”
“Make it two number ones, please,” the stranger behind her moved next to her, handing the clerk his credit card.
Letting that irritated sigh out, Alice turned to the stranger, fumbling with the cash in her hand trying to count out what she owed him. “I don’t need your help,” she huffed before his hand came down on hers.
“It’s ok. You just look like you could use a good thing happening to you today. I figured I could at least get your lunch.”
Finally, she looked up at the stranger, and oh God she almost wished she hadn’t. Dark hair fell over the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and the smile surrounded by stubble he flashed nearly made her faint, not to mention the fact that he hovered over her at a height of at least 6’2″ with a long, hard, lean body. Tattoos showed under the sleeves of his v-neck and slid down his muscular forearms, and his dark eyebrow, was raised. Ooh boy.
“Oh… well thank you,” she stammered, looking down again, then grabbed her pizza, drink, and attempted to bolt.
“Now hold on a second there,” he called after her, his hand gently taking her arm to keep her in place, “I just bought your lunch. Don’t I at least get to eat with you?”
“I really don’t have time.. I have to get to my next class by one, so I was planning on eating as I walked…”
“Just sit a second with me, then we’ll walk together. Sound like a plan?” He winked as he gestured toward the nearest empty table.
Blushing profusely, she sat and tried to eat her pizza without attacking it like it would run away from her. She had a bad habit of eating like a slob, and pizza sauce on your chin was far from sexy.
“So, what year are you,” her sexy stranger asked her, eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
In between gulps, she breathed, “I’m a junior… What about you?”
“Ah, I don’t go to school here.. or anywhere. I’m a musician.”
Oooof course he was.
“So… if you’re not a student, then why are you here?” She winced as she realized how abrupt she sounded.
“Picking up a friend from class here in about 20 minutes… figured I’d get here early and check it out. I’ve never been up here before.”
Trying to not sound so short, she nodded and mumbled, “Ah, I see. So you’re a musician. Let me guess. Guitar?”
He smirked and rolled his eyes, “Bass.”
Right. Well the pizza had disappeared in a short enough amount of time, so she got up and gathered her things, “Look I don’t mean to be rude, but I really have to go. My class is across campus and it starts in ten minutes, and if you haven’t noticed, this campus is pretty huge, and my car is not exactly close, so I really, really need to go…”
He got up in the middle of her speech and cut her off, “No sweat. I’ll take you if you want. My ride’s right outside.”
For the first time in this entire, weird conversation, Alice smiled. “That would be so great. Thanks so much.. for the meal and everything. I’m sorry I haven’t been exactly cordial. This hasn’t been the best day for me… but thank you.”
“Again, no sweat. Just follow me.”
She got into his old Chevy truck, and they were soon pulling up to the building she needed to be in. She hopped out, surprised to find him getting out as well, and walking next to her.
“You don’t have to walk me, it’s totally fine…”
“Actually, I got out to ask you for your number. It’s not every day you meet a pretty girl. I figure I’d better try to hold onto my good fortune.”
She stopped in the middle of the hallway as the clock struck one, the school’s bell tower ringing out. “Look.. thanks again for the lunch.. You’re very sweet.. but I generally don’t give my number out to people I don’t know.”
He grinned and stuck out his hand, “I’m Bryce Hicks, and I think you’re cute. And you are…?”
Unable to help herself, she smiled and shook his hand, “I’m Alice James… and I have a boyfriend. I’d love to keep entertaining this conversation, but I’m late.. It was really nice to meet you though, Bryce.”
She walked away, but stole one glance over her shoulder and saw his smile, not wavering in the least before she disappeared into her classroom. Boy. That was the first time in a long time she’d wished she didn’t have a boyfriend.
But she did. And speaking of which, he was visiting her tonight. Jason had promised to take her out on the town and give her a long overdue date. She could hardly wait.
And everything Bryce was, Jason was not. Not in a bad way necessarily, but they were definitely polar opposites. Jason had short blonde locks sticking up with gel and hairspray, deep green eyes, and a slight smile. He was around six feet tall, give or take, his figure thin, though lean like that of a soccer player, which he had been in high school.
He was polite and sweet and everything a boyfriend should be, and he never pushed the limit as far as Alice’s virginal status was concerned. He’d asked for sex one time, but she’d told him that when the time was right, she’d do it. It just… never felt right. She’d always figured they’d just wait until they were married. It seemed like the right thing to do.
And it wasn’t as if they’d been together for a few months. They’d been together for nearly five years. She’d been half in love with him already before they’d ever even met in high school, watching him at every single soccer event they had. He was like her prince. Her knight in shining armor.
While Alice went to UT, Jason went to UNT. Still in Texas, thankfully, but they were hours away from each other, so times became hard between them, but Alice was determined to work things out. They were basically the perfect couple. How could she not do everything to work things out with him?
A knock came to her door, and she flew across the room, throwing the door open, and shot straight into Jason’s arms. He hugged her close for a moment, then pulled her back to give her the flowers he was holding in one hand.
She was puzzled at that. He knew she really didn’t do flowers. Yes, they were pretty, but all they did was die. Weird. But she let it go without much thought, finding a vase to place them in before they left her apartment.
In his car, he gently stroked her hand with his thumb and mumbled, “I really missed you, honey.”
“I know, babe. I missed you so much. One more year, right? One more year. Then we can figure out some sort of living arrangements where we aren’t hours away from each other.”
He cleared his throat and nodded as they pulled into a restaurant. Wow. Valet parking. Nice.
After they’d gotten inside, they were seated at a very private table, seemingly away from everyone. Alice sighed, knowing she’d spend every single night for years to come getting to see his face across from hers at the dinner table, whether it was out or at home.
They ate, making small talk about school, classes, their jobs, their parents, when Alice tentatively brought up the subject of the future.
“I know it sounds crazy, and I always said I’d start teaching right after graduating, but I’ve really been thinking about grad school. I mean, I’m not gonna be picky about it. You can even help me decide… and we can find a nice place after… it could be anywhere, hon. Wouldn’t that be great?”
He looked at her across the table, biting his lip and sighed, “That’s actually why I wanted to see you today, Alice. I have something to tell you.”
Immediately she felt panic. She looked at the table cloth, picking off the lint before her shaky voice allowed an, “Ok…”
He reached across the table and tilted her chin up, so she was looking at him, “Alice, I’ve met someone. Someone at school. Nothing has happened between us, and I would have never let it go that far, but I am beginning to have very strong feelings for her. I simply couldn’t continue our relationship this way, knowing how I was feeling.
“I love you, Alice, but things have changed. You’ve changed over these years.. as have I. I still care for you, very much, and if you’ll let me be your friend, I will… though I understand if you don’t. I just can’t continue this way.
“I think I may be falling in love with her.. Please understand that I never intended it to be this way. We were just.. in a class together. It was nothing. It is nothing, really. She doesn’t even know how I feel. I could never talk to her in that way without telling you first. I… I’m so sorry, Alice, but for my own happiness, as well as yours, I’m afraid I have to end our relationship.”
She sat there, unblinking, unfeeling… completely numb. Everything had just fallen apart. In two minutes, her life changed. As it registered, tears began to well up in her eyes, though she was determined not to make a scene. She dropped her head and nodded, the tears falling helplessly into her lap.
She was finally able to whisper, “Do you not… want me anymore, Jason?”
“Not… not like I used to. But I do care about you, and I want us both to be happy.. which is why I’m doing this. How could you ever be happy with me when I want to be elsewhere? It just doesn’t make sense anymore, baby.”
“Five years makes sense, Jason. Five years we’ve both put into this relationship. We’ve gone through so much together! And you’re just giving up… and for what? Someone who doesn’t even know how you feel… Jason what if she doesn’t feel the same?”
“Alice you don’t understand. I do love you. And I’d rather be miserable alone than making you be miserable with me.”
“That doesn’t make sense, Jason. You’re making me miserable by trying to not make me miserable.”
“No Alice… not in the long run. I love you. But I’m no longer in love with you.”
She nodded, defeated, and he took that as a sign. He signaled for the check, and within minutes, they were leaving. When he finally pulled up to her apartment complex, he didn’t get out of the car to walk her in like he usually did, but instead, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She turned away from him, and he sighed, “I will give you time to recover, honey. I know this isn’t what you expected. But I promise, when I feel it’s been long enough, I call you, and check on you. For now…”
Before he could finish, she climbed out of his passenger seat and shut the door. She couldn’t stand any more of it. The words just kept pouring from his mouth, and she didn’t want to hear anymore. He never did know when to stop talking.
Climbing the stairs then walking into the complex, she just trudged onward, finally making it into her room, then bed. The tears had never stopped coming, though silently. She wasn’t the weepy type. They just fell, now down the sides of her face, past her cheek bones, over her ears, and into her hair.
What was worse was that she couldn’t drift off to sleep. That’s how she rid herself of problems. She just drowned them in sleep. She wasn’t a drinker, nor a partier. In fact, she was particularly boring. A virginal, non partying, nerd princess. Dear God. She’d be alone for the rest of her life.
She’d never understood how someone so alive and vibrant as Jason could want her. Apparently, he didn’t anymore.
She glanced over and over and over again at the clock, which was now glowing 4:00 a.m. She sighed and turned away from it, determined to drift away.
It’d been an entire month, and still he couldn’t get Alice James out of his head. He’d never seen anything like her. She was tall, around 5’6, with the biggest, sweetest brown eyes he’d ever seen. They weren’t like the brown eyes that people complain about. They were like honey, and they poured over him every time she’d grace him with a look.
Her hair was this crazy mess of dark curls that fell to the middle of her back. There was curly hair, and then there was Alice hair. It was wild, and sensuous, and everywhere, and he just wanted to tangle his hands into it.
And those lips… oooh those lips. They curved at just the right places and curled into a sarcastic smile that was a little lopsided, leaning into the left side of her mouth, until she gave a full one that showed her perfect white teeth.
Her body was exactly the opposite of the ones he’d held before. He’d always been into full figured women, whether the figure had some fake parts or not. “It’s nice to have something to hold onto,” he’d always said. But she was something else. Her frame was so tiny, probably sitting at 115 lbs, her breasts petite and perky, her waist so dainty and delicate, but her hips full and enticing, curving in the back to one of the most perfect asses he’d ever seen on top of these legs that never, ever seemed to end.
That ass is what started it all. His eyes were captivated, until they slowly traveled up the rest of her body, and onto her angel’s face. He’d never seen anything quite like her.
And she was a mystery to him. Her impatient sighs, retorts, and short remarks that blended into blushes, stutters, and giggles stumped him. He knew there was more to her than what met the eye, yet she wouldn’t show him.
Fuck. When did he turn into such a sap?
He shook his head and continued in his task, which at the moment was restringing his bass, since there were no customers in the shop.
Though he was doing his best to keep his mind off of her, his mind had a mind of it’s own. Whaddya know.
She would have a boyfriend. Of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn’t it, though he should have seen it coming. Had it been some flirty party girl in front of him, it would have taken next to nothing but standing there to get a number… at least. But Alice had a boyfriend. Of course.
Fuck. He’d been so immersed in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed someone come in.
“Welcome to Lee Music, can I help you?”
The cute red head turned around and tilted her head, eyeing him up and down with a smile before answering him.
“Yeah.. I was wondering.. My boyfriend’s birthday is coming up, and he’s, like, a bass player, and I noticed he doesn’t have any pics to play with. I figured he might want some for his birthday. Do you sell those here?”
Damn. She’d looked so cute, too. “Well, ma’am, to be honest, most bass players don’t use pics.. though some might. If he doesn’t already have any though, I’d imagine he doesn’t play with them. I can still show you some if you’d like.”
“That would be, like, so great.”
She left toting a bag full of twenty pics. Poor guy.
His back was turned as she walked out the door, and he heard the door jingle again as someone else walked in. He began his speech before he even turned his head.
“Welcome to Lee’s, can I help…” he turned to see none other than Alice James.
And if he’d thought the red head had looked good, he had another thing coming. Alice was the oddest dresser he’d ever seen, but she sure did make it look good. It was so off beat that it fit her. She wore a black and white pin striped button up with ruffles at the collar tucked into high waisted royal blue shorts with black suspenders attached and crossing over her back, along with wide, black rectangle glasses covering her honey eyes.
“Yeah,” she said, not turning to see him yet, “I was actually wanting to see about buying….” she trailed off as she looked up at him, his grin growing wider. “Well, now this is just getting weird,” she grinned back at him, “I was just thinking about you!”
“No shit, huh? I was just thinking about you!”
Her eyes widened at his language, but she laughed and shook her head, seeming much more approachable today than when he’d last seen her.
“So, are you here because I’m just too irresistible, or is there something I can help you find,” he smirked at her suggestively.
She blushed and rolled her eyes, though the smile that played on her lips spoke volumes. “Actually, I’m thinking about buying a guitar. I’m just trying it out, so I don’t want to break the bank…”
He went into serious mode then, all business. “Ok, well are you looking for electric or acoustic, or do you know yet?”
“Alrighty, well we have a few options here, but the best one for the money is probably this Yamaha. Really pretty, and has a nice sound, though of course it’s no Gibson.. But like you said, you don’t want to break the bank. This one will be really good to learn on, and if you want to continue with it, you can come back and buy something of better quality.”
She took the instrument from him and turned it over in her hands, her fingers delicately plucking the strings and running them along the wood. “It’s beautiful,” she said, eying it with uncertainty. She bit her lip, then nodded, “I’ll take it.”
They talked over care, and she got some pics as well as a cloth case, sighing shakily at the commitment she’d just made with herself.
She looked at him, and smiled that half smile and laughed, “Now that I bought this thing, do you know where I can get some lessons?”
He smirked and raised his eyebrow, “I think I have just the guy for you. Do you want me to give him your info?”
“Oh yes, would you? That’d be so awesome. As a matter of fact, if you have it, I’ll take his, too.”
He nodded and recited a number to her as she typed it into her phone, “Ok, and his name?”
“Uh sure, that would be Bryce, b-r-y-c-e, Hicks, h-i-c-k-s.”
She stopped typing, startled, and looked up at him, “I thought you played bass..”
“I do sweetheart, but no one ever said I could only learn one instrument.”
She blushed, and stuttered apologies while he laughed and shook his head, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I know I didn’t mention it before. No sweat. So now that you have a professional interest in me, do I get to have your number?”
Her blush only grew darker, and he had to admit it was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen. She was so sweet looking.
“I guess I’ll just have to give you my number now… for professional purposes only, of course,” she tilted her eyes up at him and grinned, biting the corner of her curvy bottom lip.
“Well, that’s too bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d rather know you professionally than not at all, but I was thinking about closing shop, and taking you out. Unless you still have that pesky boyfriend.”
Her angel face fell a little but she tried to mask it, grinning again and tilting her head, “Actually, I would love to go out with you. How about this. You follow me to my apartment where I can put all my new toys, then I can ride with you wherever you’d like to take me?”
The question was bold, but she spoke softly, the shyness creeping into her voice near the end.
He reassured her, giving her a playful wink, “That sounds like a plan to me.”
Omigod omigod omigod omigod what in the world was she doing? Hooly crap.
She was spazzing on the inside as she jumped back into his truck after dropping her stuff off. She’d never done anything like this before. Ever. Well really.. all she’d ever known was Jason. Jason was safe. Jason was the usual. Jason was everything she was used to. But Bryce.. Bryce was colorful, and new, and different.. and dangerous. What the heck did she think she was doing running around with someone she didn’t know?
But then again, there was something about him… something about them. It was electric and it sizzled and popped. She’d tried to deny it just after they’d met, but it was hopeless. She’d thought of him countless times over the last month.
He in himself was a complete juxtaposition. He gave such a tough persona with his steely eyes and and tattoo’d arms (and goodness knows what else), but the rest of him didn’t give off that hardcore look. It was almost more GQ with his fitted sexy v-necks and jeans or tailored slacks that were just snug enough without being too skinny. Whooee. It was enough to make her rip her clothes off right there, and her virginal status was enough to confirm that she didn’t do that sort of thing.
Realizing she’d gotten lost in thought, she cleared her throat glancing at him in the drivers seat. He seemed to be doing some thinking himself.
“So where are we going,” she asked as they took turns headed toward downtown, darkness coming in over the skyline.
“I was thinking we could go to this bar. It has a really nice atmosphere and great music. Cool?”
She smiled, nearly laughing. She’d never actually been into a bar before. This was already crazy. “Very cool.”
They got to the bar and walked in, and immediately she felt uncomfortable. This was so out of her element. The people here were of Bryce’s variety.. all tattoo’d and drinking and cussing and just… not like her. But really, she’d never been around people like her anyway.
As they passed the bar, Bryce leaned down to her amidst the noise and said, “Do you want something to drink?”
She shook her head no in response, shivering a little from his nearness, and half yelled, “No thanks. I don’t really drink.”
But as she was talking, a band went up on the stage. Bryce held onto her and they drifted up towards the stage.
He leaned down again, his lips touching her ear, “I love these guys. Very smooth. I think you’ll like them, too.”
The heat from his lips on her ear had her wet. How crazy is that? The man barely touches her and she’s coming apart at the seams
After a few minutes, they began to play, and Alice had to admit, though she’d been spectacle, their sound was amazing. It was like a driving melodic sound with harmonies she didn’t even know existed. They had several instruments, but the main focus was the drums and the bass and the vocals. Together, it was nearly intoxicating.
She leaned against Bryce as the music moved them, his arms wrapping around her and holding her against him. It was like there was something smoldering between them, and Alice was trying to figure out whether she wanted to put the fire out or engulf in it. After that thought, she was sure that something was wrong with her.
She turned to him and he leaned down to hear her as she murmured, “I think this smoke is getting to my head… is it ok if we head out?”
He only grinned at her and guided her out the door, trying to let her know it was ok that they leave early. They got back in the truck and wordlessly headed to her place. It was weird… like Bryce was a magnet and she was nothing but helpless shavings of metal. She kept shifting in her seat toward him, moving closer, then would again move far away, trying to get a grip on herself.
After an eternity they pulled up to her apartment, and she wrestled with what to do. After a minute or so of silence, Bryce turned to her smiling.
“Thanks for letting me take you out…”
“Come inside,” She busted out, immediately turning seventeen shades of red, each darker than the last.
His smile faded a little as he began looking concerned, “Alice, I didn’t have any intentions to come in.. I don’t want you to think…”
She interrupted again, “Bryce.. I… I just got out of a really long relationship… trust me I didn’t have any intentions either. I still don’t really… I just know I don’t want you to leave yet. I… like spending time with you. God that sounds so lame. I totally don’t blame you if you want to leave. God why do I have to be so lame? Ugh.”
He stared at her a second then busted out laughing. Bewildered she just stared, unsure if she should laugh or be offended.
Finally he caught his breath and muttered “You are the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Come on, let’s go inside.”
She sat in the seat for a moment longer, still unsure of what just happened, but she soon followed as he got out of the vehicle.
He’d had no intentions of coming into her apartment. He’d really had no intentions of asking her on a date. But with her, things just popped out of his mouth that he never intended to let pop. At least he hadn’t let go of some of the very private thoughts he’d had during their evening together.
In the bar, she’d been pressed so close to him, and he could feel every curve of her back, hips, and luscious ass. He was scared to death that she could feel his hard on pressed into her back, so he tried several times to adjust without her noticing. Even without her being close to him, just looking at her tight little body had him aching.
But it wasn’t just lust with this girl. She was special… which was a huge deal… because generally Bryce didn’t take things seriously. Especially not women. Especially not after one day.
But there was also the lust, which is why he’d had a hard time (no pun intended) allowing himself into the apartment. He didn’t want to take advantage of her. Which was also a pretty huge deal. He wasn’t a scum bag by any means, but he didn’t want to get tied down with a woman either, so he infamously left a trail of bleeding hearts behind.
Against his better judgement, he followed her into her apartment already feeling anxious and many, many other things.
Looking around, he had to laugh. Her place was eclectic, just like her. There were several knick knacks around, along with quirky paintings and colorful rugs.
“I know it’s… different.” She muttered behind him. He turned to find her face red, and her eyes darting around nervously. It was like she’d never brought anyone in here.
He smiled and took her hand, “I think it’s great. Different becomes you.”
She smiled shyly, and he saw her glance toward the new guitar case she’d left in the corner. He reached for it and grinned at her, “Why don’t we have our first lesson?”
The lopsided grin he loved appeared as she sat, looking rather attentive. It was too damn cute. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever thought the word “cute” so much in his life, but fuck she was just so cute. There was no other way to describe it.
“Ok eager beaver,” he chuckled, sitting opposite her and moving his fingers to make a chord. “Each of these little sections is called a fret. What you’re gonna want to do is learn your fret board and learn what fret is what note. But tonight, I’ll teach you the easiest chord in the book.” Moving his fingers again, he showed her, “You’re gonna put your index finger here, then middle, then ring. When you do that, you strum with your right hand…” he strummed to show her, “and voila. There you have a G chord. Now you try, and I’ll help you.”
He handed the guitar over to her, and she took it looking unsure. She placed it in her lap and tried to place her fingers in the right positions, but she looked confused. Then she strummed the chord, and it was certainly not the same thing he’d played earlier. She giggled and looked up at him for help. He crossed over to kneel behind her, and placed her fingers over the right frets, then had her strum again. Well at least it was closer this time.
“You have to push down really hard, especially on acoustic strings. It’ll hurt, but you’ll get used to it. Now push down really hard, and strum again.”
And the chord finally came to life as it had when he did it. She squealed a little and laughed and then sighed. He moved on, showing her E minor, C major, and D major, then had her play in a non-rhythmic progression. Her eyes widened when she looked back up at him.
“That’s amazing! I definitely want to learn how to do this,” she mused looking down at the instrument. It took her no time to realize he was still right over her shoulder, watching her excitement.
Time stopped for a moment. It seemed to take forever, but he marveled as she leaned into him, offering the kiss he’d been wanting all night long. He let her come to him, and then their lips met. The charge that had been between them since the day they met zinged and it was all he could do to not ravish her right there. Good God, he was 25 years old and had enough experience that a kiss shouldn’t get him this riled up, but it was.
Her taste was sweet in his mouth as her tongue mingled with his, her breath and his colliding. He barely noticed as she moved toward him while taking the guitar and leaning it against the couch that was next to them. It was at that point that she stood, taking him with her, and pulled him close, her hands searching his face, his hair, his chest. The fuse between them had finally lit, and he was beginning to be scared of the explosion.
He pulled back a little and murmured against her lips, “Baby you barely know me. We should slow this down some, don’t you think?”
She pulled back and looked at his face, seemingly searching him. She whispered, “I may not know you, but I know I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.. and I’m not exactly sure what to do about it.”
When he had no answer for her, she reached for him again and he succumbed to her will, falling with her again into a kiss even deeper than the one before it. His hands found her waist, and she drew to him, her body nestled into his. It was no secret now how badly he wanted her. He couldn’t hide it at this point if he tried. He was rock hard for her and nudging her belly over two kisses. Granted, they were the most intoxicating kisses he’d ever experienced, but still, kisses.
Timidly, she reached between them and touched him through the thick material of his jeans, and he hissed, nuzzling her neck before devouring it.
She tugged on the waistline of his jeans and groaned, “Please take these off…”
He grinned wickedly at her and began peeling her suspenders off of her shoulders and challenged, “You first.”
She blushed, but her eyes were determined as she unhooked the suspenders, then untucked her shirt and slowly began unbuttoning it. Down to her bra and shorts, she paused looking at him for direction. He came to her and helped unbutton and tug her shorts off, then paused to look at her in her black matching lacy bra and panties. He could have sworn that he’d never seen anything sexier than Alice in all of her insecurity giving him this vision of her.
He helped her with her bra, which suddenly she seemed very shy about, and figured he’d go slower with the panties. He leaned her back on the couch and touched his lips to hers, beginning to kiss her again as his hands roamed her hot body. They soon dipped into the black lacy fabric, where he groaned and she gasped as he touched her. She was so hot, and slick, but so silky. He wanted nothing more than to taste her, but he warned himself to slow down. He didn’t want to scare her.
She cried out when he entered her with his index finger, taking care to go intoxicatingly slow. But fuck she was so damn tight. It couldn’t have been that long since she’d had sex.. How was she so…
His thoughts were lost as she moaned his name, her breathing accelerating in a beautiful melody harmonizing with her sighs and cries. No woman had ever made sex this sensual before.
Two fingers moved into her tunnel, and she gasped again, her face contorting in a way that had him pull back. Then the thought hit him. Fuck.
“Baby…” he murmured as he pulled away, ignoring her pleas for more, “please tell me… this isn’t your first time is it?”
Immediately the blood rushed to her face as she blushed a maroon shade, and bit her lower lip, “I was going to tell you but… it was just too good to stop, and I couldn’t think… I’m sorry.. but I don’t want you to stop…”
Feeling conflicted he sighed and tried not to look at her pleading face, “Alice I can’t take it from you. Not when we hardly know each other… You can’t possibly want me to be the one to take it.”
“Bryce…” she sat up, her face going serious, “I meant what I said. I’ve never felt like this before… It’s mine to give away. If I want to give it to you, which I do, then let me…”
He sighed again and finally looked at her. She was so beautiful and sexy in her near nakedness on the couch.. but he knew that for her first time, she needed better.
“Where’s the bedroom, baby?”
She looked up at him surprised, and pointed in the direction of her room. Gently, he picked her up and carried her the direction she indicated. He laid her on the bed, and as she’d asked of him earlier, began to undress. But before he could finish, she was assisting him, pulling here and tugging there, helping him out of his clothes.
Together, they fell back on the bed where he continued where he’d left off.
She gasped as she felt herself nearing climax. This was the second time since they’d been on the bed that he’d brought her to this ecstasy, and she was already realizing how addictive this could be. Why had she never done this before?
But when she glanced up above her, seeing Bryce slipping his fingers into her tunnel, it’s no wonder. Jason was great, but he wasn’t like this. Bryce was just beautiful. In the sexiest sense of the word.
And even sexy couldn’t describe the feeling of cumming against his fingers, her body writhing against his. She could feel now how open she was to him, and she was never more ready for all of him.
He looked down at her, and grinned, leaning down to kiss her neck and chest, slipping a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. In between sucks, he murmured, “Yeah baby?”
“Bryce I want you…” she shuddered as he moved back up to her lips.
“And what do you want me to do to you?” He rolled on a condom, still kissing her mouth and neck.
Her face flushed again, but she knew what he wanted to hear. “Fuck me.”
He groaned and moved his cock between them, sliding it across her entrance, teasing her.
“Bryce… please… please fuck me,” she whimpered.
Finally, he moved into her tunnel, the first swollen inch gripped by her. She gasped and bit down hard on her lip. He pushed again, another three inches as he gasped too. She could feel her pussy stretching for his girth, wrapping around him tightly.
“You ready baby,” he breathed through clenched teeth.
She only moaned in response, which seemed to be good enough for him.
He pushed one last time, fully breaching her, her face contorted with pain and pleasure.
She tilted her hips up to meet him and whimpered, “Bryce.. more…”
He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, “Hon, you don’t want me to be rough this time.”
But his movements became more reckless as did hers, and soon they were both climbing. Her nails dug into his back and shoulders as she began to cling to him, holding on for dear life. She was hurting, but then it felt so good. She didn’t know what she felt, really, and her senses were seemingly overloaded. She knew she wouldn’t cum this time simply for the pain, but the power of his thrusts, the feeling of him inside her was enough to make her see stars.
Looking up at his bluest eyes, she saw him trying to hold on for her, trying to make it the best possible. She gripped his arms and moved her face to his for a kiss, after which he whispered against her lips, “Babe… Alice… I’m about to lose it…”
“It’s ok. It’s ok, Bryce.”
He pushed into her one final time before erupting into the condom, his breath hitching as he whispered her name.
Breathless and seemingly weakened, he fell softly onto her and Alice welcomed the weight. She wrapped her arms around him, their sweat mingling even further.
Suddenly she realized, she’d never felt quite so alive… so wild. And she liked it.