But it’s the new year, the clock has struck midnight, and we deserve a clean slate. We deserve to go into this new three hundred and sixty-five days capturing every moment, since we wasted so much time already.
We’re still both dressed aside from our shirts, which are somewhere on the floor, and my fingers itch to pull the cups of her bra down.
“I’ve thought about this so many times.” Blair moans as I kiss her again, the sound vibrating in my mouth.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I want to focus, to pull every shred of clothing off and watch her as she comes, but I can’t seem to stop talking.
“Please … Sawyer, touch me …” Her eyes are hazy when I pull back to look at them.
If I had to die, hearing those words as my last it would be a damn good way to go.
Immediately, my right hand skates down from where it’s positioned on one side of her head. I hold myself up with the other, hovering over her body so I can see her face as I begin to explore her. She’s so gorgeous, with all of those brown curls spread over the mattress, and her eyes go wide as I pull one cup of her lacy white bra down.
Her nipple greets me budded and hard, and my cock knocks against the zipper of my jeans like it’s trying to break out. I’m so hard that I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep the sensations at bay, because I want to focus on Blair first.
“I don’t even know where to start …” I trail off, because it’s true.
I want to go fast; I want to go slow. I want to just lie here staring at her all night.
Instead, I go for her lips again, because I’ll never be able to kiss them enough. Our tongues dance as I move my hand over both of her tits, more than a handful each and so sensitive as she mewls into my mouth.
I feel her hands as they go to my belt buckle, and the sound of my zipper being dragged down might as well be atomic bombs being dropped. That’s how impactful it is. My cock strains against the material, and my heart is galloping as I feel Blair’s smooth fingers push past the waistband of my boxers.
When one hand closes around me, I all but pass out.
“Jesus …” I groan as she tests me, stroking tentatively up and down.
“Oh, it’s … wet?” she whispers, and I realize it then.
This is her first time doing anything. As much as it kills me to possibly stop this, I need her to know.
“If this is too fast, we can stop right now. I can hold you, I’ll hold you all night long. But if you need to stop—”
“No.” Her eyes blink up at me, and a bond stronger than anything I’ve experienced ties us together. “I want this. I want you.”
“Okay.” I rest my forehead against hers before pressing a kiss gently to her cheek. “That wetness? Its precum. It means I’m excited as all hell that you’ve got your hand down my pants. It means I’m probably going to embarrass myself because you’re making me feel so incredible.”
“Oh.” The heated whisper comes from her lips.
I press my mouth to hers, and she opens for me. We work each other, my fingers playing with her nipple. I don’t want to rush her, but after a few minutes I can’t help myself. My mouth moves from her lips, down to her neck, over her collarbone where I suck at her skin. Then I’m at her breasts, my teeth scraping the sensitive buds there. She’s cherry red perfection, the perfect topping on top of creamy skin.
“Say cheese!”
My head snaps up from where it’s just buried in Blair’s boobs, the taste of her skin still on my tongue as I see the flash go off.
“What the fuck?” I say to no one in particular as the bulb from the cell phone camera dot my vision.
“I cannot even believe this.” A familiar high-pitched, whiny voice cackles. “You? With him? Is this a pity fuck or something?”
My head clears and I’m looking at Hailey, who is holding her cell phone up, the camera noise clicking. Swiveling fast, I see Blair’s bare breasts in the light spilling in from the door, and she snaps her arms from where they’re wound around my neck and straight to her chest.
But the damage is already done. Hailey definitely has nude pictures of her, and my blood goes from sparking because of the way Blair was kissing me, to boiling over at how furious I am that her privacy was just invaded.
I hop up, silently shaking with rage, and march over to Hailey. I don’t even care that my pants are almost around my knees or that my hard-as-steel cock could pop out of my boxers at any moment. I have one goal, tunnel vision; destroy that fucking phone.
Without a word, I deftly snatch her phone, throw it to the floor, and stomp on it with my still boot-clad foot.
“Oh my God!” she screeches. “Are you fucking crazy?”
I smash the glass, the little bit of memory card, and metal that make up her expensive cell. “No, are you fucking crazy? Coming in here and taking pictures like that! There are laws against this shit, Hailey. Not to mention, it just makes you a shitty fucking person!”
I send up a prayer that she didn’t have time to text those images to anyone, and hope that I was in time for any cloud uploads or shit like that. Her phone lays in an electronic mess at my feet, and I shove her out the door.
“Get the fuck out, now!” My palm connects with the wood and pushes it, the hinges of the door rattling from the force.
The door slams in her face, but I hear a fist pounding. “You get
