I pulled my shirt off and he stopped. Looking over my body, he said, “You’re beautiful, Autumn.”
His lips crashed into mine. Don’t get me wrong, we’d kissed before, but we were doing it all wrong before this moment. His mouth was hot, and sweet, and longing for me to make him forget. Without pulling away from his mouth I fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to rip it off. He met me halfway, tearing it off and throwing it into the dark oblivion with my shirt.
His warm fingers stroked my cheek, gauging my reaction. His chest rose and fell with mine. I could see it in his eyes; he’d never looked at me like this. For the first time, we really saw each other. And I could see that he needed me.
Without saying a word, I lifted my skirt and slipped my panties off. He palmed my chest, still holding my gaze, almost asking for permission before he lost control. Wrapping his hands in my hair, he pulled me into him, trailing kisses starting at my jaw, my neck, and finally sucking my nipple into his mouth. “Autumn, are you sure?”
“I want you,” I whispered.
He moaned. “After a fight? In front of my parents’ house? You sure this isn’t you trying to make me feel better?” With every word he spoke, I could feel him giving in.
I ground into him and he let out a frustrated growl. “We need this, Liam.”
And with that, all reservations he once had flew out his car window. He slid his fingers into a place I never knew I had been begging him to touch until that moment. Gasping, I went to work undoing his pants. I frantically pulled his pants down as far as they would go. Once I was satisfied, I gripped him, stroking up and down, making him feel as good as he made me feel.
My movements stopped as I gripped his shoulders and dug my mouth against his chest. My body convulsed as I shouted his name over and over.
“Baby, you can’t yell,” he chuckled in my ear. He moved his hand, putting a stop to my pleasure. I stuck my bottom lip out, pouting, and he kissed it. “Autumn, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,” I said.
He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a condom. I raised my brow at him. “What? I have a girlfriend. You never know when you might need one.” He gestured around the car and I giggled.
Once he rolled the condom on, he took my face in his hands, stroking my cheek, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I can’t believe I’m letting our first time be in a car. I’m a dick.”
“It’s out of your control,” I teased, kissing him.
“I haven’t been in control since you turned me down at that bus stop.” He offered a soft smile before going serious. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
I nodded and held my breath. I leaned against the steering wheel as he slowly pushed forward. With a gasp I engulfed him, uncomfortably at first.
“Autumn, look at me.”
My face was screwed up in pain, but I cracked my eyes open to find him watching me carefully. This wasn’t my first time, but it was so much more than being fifteen years old and losing my virginity as a bet—unbeknownst to me. So, I’d forget that. Erasing it from my memory. Liam was now the fist.
“Relax. Are you okay?” I nodded because I was unsure of what I would sound like if I spoke. I took his advice, relaxing my body into his. I wrapped arms around him, getting used to the slow and steady rhythm of our bodies combining.
The windows were fogged, and our breathing matched the steady rock of the car. He kissed me sweetly and tenderly, whispering sweet words I only half understood.
When his lips reached my ear, he said, “Autumn, this is more for me. This is more than liking you.”
My breath hitched and my walls clenched, building pressure. “Liam,” I said, wanting to say more, but I was unable to finish before my body started to tremble. It was different than the first time. He must have caught on to what was happening because he picked up his pace. As I finally let go a second time he did, too. I slumped against him, drained.
“Why did we wait so long?” I asked, and he attempted to laugh.
“For the right moment.”
Realizing we were still in front of his dad’s house, I quickly moved off his lap and started to dress as quickly as I could. He disposed of the condom and pulled his clothes back on.
“We need to get out of here,” I giggled.
“You read my mind,” he said, chuckling. “I meant what I said before, Autumn. I more than like you.”
I looked at him through hooded, sleepy eyes. “I more than like you, too.”
“Will you stay at my place tonight?” he asked. In this moment he was so boyish and shy.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
He kissed me, sweet and tender, before driving off. I couldn’t wait to get that toxic house out of the rearview mirror, but at least I had one good memory there. I looked at him, and it was as if we both had the same thought because we burst into a deep, throaty, full-belly laughter.
“How did I find you at just the right time?” It was almost a rhetorical question, meant only for him.
“I could ask the same of you.”
“Don’t ever go anywhere. Promise me that,” he said. I entwined our fingers, kissing his knuckles, secretly hoping our wild college romance story never
