Thankfully, the alcohol kept my confidence up. “Don’t you want to see the rest of me?”
He exhaled sharply. “Of course.” He slid my top the rest of the way down, pulling it along with my jean skirt over my hips and off. He hooked a finger in the side of my panties.
“It’s only fair that I get to see you too.” I pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“Absolutely.” He fumbled with his belt, moving his hands out of the way so I could take care of the button and zipper on his jeans. He pushed up enough to kick them off. The evidence of his arousal revealed itself inside his red checked boxers.
“Now can I finish?” His hand moved back to my leg.
I nodded.
He removed my panties, tossing them next to the rest of our discarded clothes. “You’re like an angel, Mallory. You can’t be real.”
I laughed. “I hope that means you like what you see.”
“You know I love it.” He removed his boxers, lying down completely naked next to me.
“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be.”
“You thought I had a small dick?”
I giggled nervously. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think about it.”
“Yes, you did. You just told me I was bigger than you thought.” He kissed my neck, letting his hand settle on my breast again.
“I guess I did, didn’t I?” I reached out to tentatively touch him. Gradually, I got the nerve to take him in my hand.
He groaned. “That feels too good.”
“Should I stop?”
“Yes, but only because I want tonight to be good.” He kissed me, and moved his hand between my legs. Reflexively I closed them, nervous about the touch I knew was coming.
“Are you nervous?” His face became serious.
“A little.” I hadn’t had sex in well over a year. Even when I’d tried to have a random hook-up in college, it hadn’t worked, and I was desperately in need of some physical satisfaction.
“But you want this?” His expression was conflicted. He didn’t want to stop, but I knew he would in a second if I asked him to. He was good old Colton, the guy who’d been my friend for longer than I could remember, and we were about to have sex.
“I want this.”
“So do I.” He moved my legs apart gently, distracting me with his lips on my breast. I gasped as he slipped his fingers inside me.
I grabbed hold of his back, needing to anchor myself on something. I could still hear the low music and laughter from the party, and although it wasn’t likely anyone would happen upon us, the chances were much higher if I let out a scream.
He lifted up his head, reading my mind. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be quiet.”
“Yes, I do.”
“If I do my job right, you’re not going to be able to.” The goofy smile was back, relaxing me so I could enjoy the sensation his busy fingers created.
“I want you.” The words came out altogether. I wanted more than his fingers, I wanted him. Never in a million years would I have expected to hook up with Colton like that, but I didn’t care.
“I want you too.” He pulled a condom from his wallet and unwrapped it before moving over me. “I swear I’m going to worship you, Mallory.” He thrust into me, making me gasp again. After so much time without being touched, my body wasn’t prepared for it.
He stilled. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“You’re not a virgin…” He said it half as a question.
“No, but it’s been awhile.”
A look of triumph crossed his face. “If it hurts, we don’t have to.” That was Colton, willing to cut off his own pleasure if it meant giving me what I wanted. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed that his interest had gone way beyond friendship before. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. It was easier to pretend his playful flirting was all for show.
“I want this.” I thrust my hips against him, and he immediately moved inside me again.
“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he whispered against my ear, keeping his movements slow.
“Don’t be so careful with me.” I pushed up against him again. “I want all of you.”