Page 33 of Taking Sides

“If you don’t want to do this because . . .” He waves a hand in front of himself. “Then I understand.”

I consider it for only a second.

“I still do.” I step closer. He’s never had sex. I still can’t fathom it, but it doesn’t change anything. Except . . . “I just got really nervous all of a sudden.”

A smile lifts both corners of his mouth. “I just told you I’m a virgin and you got nervous?”

“Well, yeah.” The tension in the room lifts. “What if I don’t live up to the hype of whatever you’re imagining? Or it’s terrible and then I ruin sex for you forever?”

“How did you put it?” He reaches for me and pulls me onto his lap. “Impossible.”

EIGHT

My heart is beating so fast, I’m certain she can hear it. Sweat beads on my forehead, and my skin tingles as Whitney straddles me again.

I’m so close to coming, and I’m not even inside her yet.

“How do you want to do this?” Whitney asks, looking more nervous than I feel.

“I can’t believe I’m the one telling you this, but relax.” I glide my hand around to the nape of her neck and thread my fingers through her thick hair. “I may not be experienced, but I know how this works.”

“Porn?” She grins at me with a little of her usual spark of excitement.

I chuckle softly and bring my mouth to hers. If she only knew how many times I’ve thought about this. Not having sex for the first time with some random girl, but me and her. Basically, since the moment I met her, she’s occupied every dirty thought I’ve had and plenty of clean ones too.

Her body melts into mine, and she presses her tits into my chest, grinding against my dick in the process.

“I’m not going to last if you keep rubbing that perfect pussy all over me.” The words come out almost without effort. It’s a strange, beautiful thing that’s likely a result of all the blood rushing to my dick and my brain completely shutting off. I nip at her full bottom lip.

“That’s okay. I’m already close again.”

“Thank fuck.” I lift her and line myself up before slowly pushing into her tight heat.

Whitney wraps her arms around my neck. I move my mouth to one nipple, licking a circle around the tight bud as she shudders and lowers onto me.

White-hot need wraps around my spine when she’s fully seated. She’s squeezing me like a vise and I’m throbbing, aching to move. In my head, I’m already making promises that if I’m lucky enough to do this with her again, I’ll take my time.

Whitney locks onto my stare. Her words come out breathless and strained, but the concern on her face is apparent. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better.” Which is one hundred percent true. At least until she lifts her hips, slowly releasing me, then lowering down and taking me again. A new kind of pleasure hums through my veins and heats my insides. I still don’t move, but it isn’t easy to hold back. I let her set the pace and enjoy the way her emotions play out on her face. Lips curved, eyes hooded, body trembling. She’s exquisite.

“Wow. I . . .” She trails off with a moan. “I’m right there. I . . . oh . . . yes.” She rides me harder, using me to chase her release.

I lose the fight with myself and drive up my hips from underneath. That seems to be all she needs from me to get there because she sucks in a sharp breath and then stills.

“Conrad!” Whitney’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds herself upright while her orgasm renders her motionless.

I don’t stop, determined to drag every ounce of pleasure out of her. I’m so concentrated on her that it isn’t until the roar of my own voice alerts me that I’m gone too. A haze clouds my vision as a jolt of electricity shoots up my spine.

That sets off either another orgasm or aftershocks of the same one, and Whitney bites down on my collarbone as she clenches around my dick.

“Holy shit.” She starts laughing even as her body continues to tremble, and she lazily rides me. “I’m not sure I believe that you haven’t done this before.”

She lingers there, my cock still buried in her for a few more seconds, before she lifts off me carefully and flops onto the bed beside me, arms and legs outstretched like a starfish. Her chest heaves, making her tits bounce with every breath. Whitney turns to look at me. Those dark brown eyes sparkle. She sits up as quickly as she fell back and kisses me.

When she pulls back, she asks, “All good?”

The words once again feel difficult to translate from brain to mouth, but I force myself to speak. “Good is not the right word.”