A subtle tremor builds in my muscles, migrating through me, picking up speed. My eyes close and my teeth clamp down on his lower lip as I explode. My legs snap closed around him, but he continues to seek some hidden place. His fingers delve deeper, coaxing out every spasm, every ounce of mindless bliss until I’m hanging off him too spent for words.
Sterling lays me onto the blanket and draws me against him. I peek to find him watching me with amused eyes.
“What?” I ask suspiciously. Did I do something wrong?
“Your cheeks are as red as your hair,” he teases.
I stick my tongue out at him, but I feel myself flush even hotter.
He kisses the tip of my nose. “It’s so adorable that I’ll forgive you for biting me.”
“Biting you?”
He sticks out his lip and I see a faint trace of blood.
“Oh my God!” I bury my face in his neck.
“I was kidding about forgiving you.” He presses another kiss to the top of my head. “I took it as a compliment.”
I pull back a little to see if he’s serious, but his arms tighten like he’s holding me captive. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Like your head needed to get any bigger,” I grumble, not remotely meaning it.
His barking laugh is so honest, so genuine that I can’t help kissing him.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“You don’t laugh like that a lot. I like it. I need to reward it.”
“Reward, huh?” There’s a wicked glint in his blue eyes and I wonder how far he wants to take this. I search for any apprehension inside me and find none. But I didn’t really expect my first time to be in a field.
Still, he does deserve some attention of his own. I shove him back and climb on top of him.
“What are you doing, Lucky?” He arches an eyebrow.
“I promise you’ll approve.” I gather my hair in my hands and twist it into a knot on top of my head, still straddling him. Sterling’s eyes hood as he watches me.
“Whatever you’re doing, I like the view.” He crosses his arms behind his head, relaxing into the afternoon and closing his eyes. I bend down and kiss him, moving quickly down his jaw before shimmying down his long body, leaving kisses in my wake. Everything about Sterling is new, but so is this.
He’s undiscovered territory, and I want to escape into him.
A tiny voice in my head reminds me that I have no idea what I’m doing. I lock her away and let my body guide me. When I reach the button on his jeans, I’m glad he’s on his back so he can’t see my fingers tremble as I undo it. Anxiety clashes with excitement as I unzip his pants and zero in on his dick. I run my hand across it, over his boxers and it grows in size—a feat I would not have thought possible because he already seems so rock hard. Hooking my fingers around the elastic band, I draw them down enough to free him.
I’ve seen a naked man before.
I’ve never seen one that looks like this.
I study him for a second, hoping my instinct takes over again.
“Does it pass inspection?” he asks dryly, craning his neck a little to see me.
“Shh!” I hush him. “I’m making a friend.”
This earns another laugh. “He’s more than a friend where you’re concerned. He’s your servant.”
I dip my lips to cover the broad tip, swirling it with my tongue. Sterling’s smart-ass commentary ceases instantly replaced by a grunt of pleasure. The sound inspires me and I try to earn another one, then a groan. I keep going licking and kissing and sucking until he’s moaning my name.
“I’m going to…” His warning comes out in pants. Sterling clutches my hair in his hand and bucks against me. I keep my mouth over him, surprised a little as heat floods across my tongue. When he finally goes slack against the blanket, I climb back on top of him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me.
“You really are my lucky charm,” he whispers. I can hear the grin in his voice.
“It was okay?” I dare to ask.
He strains his neck so he can look at me. “Better than okay. You’ve done that before, right?”
I bite my lip, hesitating for a second, before shaking me head.
“You haven’t…” Sterling stares at me and I see him realize what I’m saying. “Have you done other things?”
“Some,” I say, feeling a little defensive.
“Adair.” He says my name strangely. “Are you a virgin?”
“Don’t act so surprised,” I huff, deciding that being offended looks cooler than being embarrassed. “I told you I’m a lady.”
He blows a thin stream of air from his lips as if he’s considering what to say to this.
“It’s not a big deal,” I add, worried that I’m spoiling the moment.
“Yeah, it is,” he says, surprising me. “I just…I’m glad you told me.”
I want to die. I want to hide. I roll off him and put my arms over my face. He pulls them away.
“Don’t do that,” he says gently. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Are you sure?” I ask flatly. He’s acting like it’s a much bigger issue than it is.
“I don’t want to push you too far, too fast,” he explains. He strokes my cheek gently, his eyes somehow even bluer than normal. “Promise me, you’ll tell me if you want me to stop?”
I nod, an ache growing in my throat. I don’t want him to stop. Ever. I want every bit of my world to be mixed up with his. My words are small when I answer him. “What do I say if I want you to start?”
“I think you just answered your own question, Lucky.” Then his mouth closes over mine
