Chapter 7
It was New Year’s Eve, and instead of partying like most kids our age, Royce and I were celebrating by staying at the Universe Hotel. It was a resort that was located up in the mountains, and it had no roof.
Okay, that wasn’t true.
Of course, the hotel had a roof, but it was all tempered, reinforced glass, and you could see the night sky from your hotel room, or anywhere in the hotel really. Instead of having multiple floors, the Universe Hotel was a sprawling resort that spanned several acres, so that each room had a view of the sky. Though I had no idea the complicated design of such a thing, during the winter months, temperatures were regulated, so that the rooms weren’t cold. Then, during the summer months, there were tinting controls for the ceiling, so that the sun didn’t glare into your room. It really was rather remarkable when you thought about it. Plus, the best part? The common rooms were cheap enough to rent reasonably. While the resort did have a high-end area for the rich, famous, and important, there were plenty of regular rooms for the rest of us peons.
When Royce had invited me to spend New Year’s Eve weekend here, I had been surprised, thinking that the rooms had to have been expensive. However, he had explained that he’d been saving up for this weekend and had instructed me not to worry about it. While a part of me had cringed at the imagined cost, the snow falling down on the glass ceiling was helping me get over it. The sight was simply beautiful.
Royce had also asked my parents’ permission to take me on this overnight trip. Though we were both eighteen, Royce was big on respectability. So, making no promises of behaving or anything like that, Royce had spoken to my father, all man-to-man, and after gaining his permission, had spoken to my mother. I hadn’t asked Royce or my parents for the details because those conversations had been private and not for my ears.
Or eyes, I supposed.
The sweetest thing about it all had been when Royce had asked Pepper for permission to bring me here, too. Pepper had laughed, but then had immediately started bawling like a baby when Royce had explained that he would never want to come between me and Pepper. If that meant sharing all my special moments with Pepper, then so be it, and New Year’s Eve was special.
The guy really was one of a kind.
I felt Royce’s warm, strong arms wrap around my waist from behind as I looked at the ceiling and the white snow. When I felt his lips touch the side of my neck, a delightful shiver ran down my spine like it always did. While Royce hasn’t pushed me for anything serious, we’d done our fair share of heavy petting. He’s gotten to third base while I’ve gotten to second. I wasn’t sure what the playbook was for guys, but I was pretty sure that a blowjob was third base, though I couldn’t be sure. At any rate, I’ve jacked him off, and he’s brought me to orgasm using his fingers, but that’s it. However, right now, I wanted more. I wanted it all with Royce. I just wasn’t sure how he felt about going faster than was wise.
When Royce’s hand came up and circled my neck, using his hold to tilt my neck farther to the side for more access, I could feel a low moan rumbling in my throat. It felt so good, and it was crazy how something so simple could make you weak in the knees. Neck kisses were the ultimate, and they never failed to turn me on. However, I had an advantage that other people didn’t.
I couldn’t hear.
So, because I couldn’t hear, when I closed my eyes, all I did was feel. When Royce and I were like this, it was all about sensation. It was all about the way that he touched and kissed me. With my eyes closed, my ears shut, Royce had to make me feel everything that he couldn’t tell me, and it was the stuff of dreams. Sometimes, he would hold me too tight, or his fingers would dig deep into my flesh, or he’d bite just a little harder than necessary, and it was in those moments that I could feel what he was feeling.
Making the biggest decision of my life, I pulled out of his arms, turned around to face him, then began unbuttoning my blouse. While it wasn’t anything that Royce hadn’t already seen, felt, or kissed, I was pretty sure that he had no idea where this was going.
His eyes blown with appreciation, he signed, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I didn’t sign back, letting my blouse fall down over my shoulders until it hit the floor.
Another miraculous thing about Royce? The boy loved my curves. He never went for my breasts or ass when he was feeling affectionate. No. Royce always went for my thighs or love handles. While I wasn’t fat, I wasn’t skinny. Still, Royce didn’t seem to mind, and that did wonders for my self-esteem.
As soon as my blouse hit the floor, I went to the button of my jeans. Since we’d already been in for the night, I was barefoot, so my jeans were going to be easily kicked off. When I was left only in my bra and panties, a part of me was terrified that Royce was going to say no. The boy was just so damn chivalrous that this move really was a gamble.
His eyes still dilated with desire, he signed and asked, “What are you doing, baby?”
“Do you want me?” I asked, so turned on that I wasn’t even worried about what my voice might sound like.
“Every second of every minute of every goddamn day,” he said and signed, his hands moving fast enough that he missed a couple of words.
“I want you, too,” I told him. “Tonight. Now.”
His face softened, and I’d never seen a person look so regretful. “Baby, I didn’t bring you here for this, so-”
Horrified, I quickly reached down and grabbed my clothes, bringing them to my chest to hide my near nakedness. “Sorry,” I muttered, wondering if I’d ever been so embarrassed before.
Suddenly, Royce was standing before me, pulling my clothes from my arms. Tilting my head up, forcing me to look at him, he said, “Roxanne, let me finish, okay?” I bit my lip, but still nodded. This was so freakin’ humiliating. “As I was saying, I didn’t bring you here for this, so I didn’t bring any condoms with me.” My shoulders sagged with relief. “I want you more than I want to take my next breath, but I don’t have what I need to protect you.”
“I trust you,” I told him, not carrying how crazy or desperate that made me sound.
Royce closed his eyes before letting out a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he said, “Roxie, I want to do the right thing and tell you no, but I don’t think that I can, and I’m so sorry.”
“Wanting you is the right thing,” I argued. “Please, Royce.”
“Only if you tell me that you love me first,” he replied, and I knew that this was it.
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Royce~
“I love you, Royce,” she said, and I thought I was going to go insane with it. While this wasn’t my first time, it’s been a while. Plus, I knew that this was Roxie’s first time, so there was an insane amount of pressure with doing this.
I wrapped a hand around her neck, then met her halfway for a kiss that meant more than all our other kisses combined. Though we’d done a lot over these past few months, having sex with Roxie was going to change the entire game. She was going to give me something that I was going to hold onto for-fucking-ever. Not that I was ever planning on letting her go, but I was going to have something that would guarantee that she would never forget me.
When I felt Roxie’s hands pulling at my shirt, I quickly stepped back and began tossing my clothes off. At this point, I wasn’t concerned about looking cool, confident, or mature. All I cared about was giving this girl what she was so recklessly asking me for. Did it make me a dick to be doing this, knowing that I didn’t have what it took to protect her? Hell fucking yes, it made me a dick. Did I possess the strength to still say no? Not in the least.
Once we were both in our underwear only, I was as honest with this girl as I had ever been. Making sure to sign and speak, so that there was no misunderstanding what I was telling her, I said, “I’m not pulling out, baby. Our first time is going to be everything, so I am not going to hold back by pulling out when the time comes. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Roxie nodded. “I do, and it’s okay,” she said, still thrilling me every time that I heard her voice. “I want it all with you, Royce.”
Slamming my lips down on hers, I lifted her by her thighs, then walked us over to the bed. As soon as I laid her down, I reached underneath her back to unhook her bra, and when those magnificent tits popped out, I let out a low groan. Roxanne Rafferty had the best fucking body around. She was full and thick everywhere, and my hands were always filled with handfuls of her flesh, and I fucking loved it.
My lips immediately found her right tit, and I took her nipple into my mouth like I had many times before. However, this time, she tasted so much sweeter. Everything about this time was going to be sweeter, better, and way more meaningful.
Roxie’s thighs opened for me, and I could feel my dick threatening to break free and take over. I’d never been so fucking hard in all my life, and that was saying something as a teenage guy.
After taking my fill of her tits, I started kissing my way down her body, and even though I hadn’t gone down on her before, Roxie didn’t lock up when I grabbed the waistband of her panties and dragged them over her hips as I made my way between her luscious thighs.
Grabbing the back of Roxie’s thighs, I pushed them back, then finally delved into her paradise, tasting her for the first time. There’d been many times that I had wanted to lick my fingers clean after making her cum from finger fucking her, but I hadn’t wanted to embarrass her. However, that wasn’t the case anymore.
Roxie’s hands pulled at my hair, and that was all the green light that I needed. I licked at her center like her pussy was my favorite lollipop, and her whimpers and moans of desire sounded like they should be outlawed. Her noises were going to permeate my brain, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to keep my hands off her whenever I remembered them.
I wasn’t sure how long I ate her pussy, but when Roxie’s thighs started to flinch, I slid two fingers inside her soaked channel, getting her ready for what came next. The girl was tight as fuck, and I knew that it was going to suck for her when I finally got inside her. I was going to do my best to make it as painless as possible, but Roxie was just so damn tight, and I wasn’t a small guy.
When Roxie’s hands began to pull at my hair, I looked up and her body was bowed, ready to explode, so I curled my fingers to help push her over the edge. With my tongue on her clit, my fingers deep inside her pussy, and my free hand digging into her thigh, Roxanne Rafferty came all over my fucking face for the first time, and it was the most glorious experience ever.
With her body twitching all around me, I pulled my fingers from her pussy, and I finally gave into the craving. I licked the white cream from my fingers before stuffing them back inside her body. Not giving her a chance to relax, I pulled another orgasm from her body, determined to make her as slippery as possible.
Three orgasms later, Roxie was pushing at my head, her clit too sensitive to take it anymore. “Royce, no more…please,” she moaned, and I wanted to trap her voice and keep it for myself. I didn’t want her speaking to her parents or Pepper anymore. I didn’t want her speaking to me anymore. I wanted her to only speak when I had her legs spread. I wanted her to only speak when my dick was buried deep in her pussy. If I could, I’d make the ridiculous demand of her, but I knew that I couldn’t. At least, not without sounding completely insane.
After shedding my boxer briefs, I climbed back up over her body, and she looked stunning with her chest heaving, her eyes closed, and her body limp. When my teeth tugged at her lower lip, her eyes flew open, and her tongue snaked out to lick my lips, and I knew that she could taste herself on me. It was dirty, but so fucking satisfying.
Giving her one last chance, I asked, “Are you ready? Are you sure, Roxie?”
She nodded, her eyes heavy and sated. “I love you, Royce,” she said. “I’m sure.”
Braced on my elbows, Roxie’s thighs open and wide, I slid inside her tight body, inch by agonizing inch. It felt like both Heaven and Hell, and I could feel my heart beating a drum inside my head, blood rushing like a tidal wave in my ears. There was also a lot of worry in my mind that I was going to embarrass the hell out of myself. There was no fucking way that I was going to last with how long it’s been and with how tight Roxie was.
Christ.
Once I had every inch embedded inside her, I asked, “Are you okay?”
She looked stressed, but said, “I need you to move, Royce. Please, move.”
She didn’t have to fucking tell me twice. I pulled back, her releases making it easier on both of us, then when I pushed back inside, Roxie’s back arched, and she moaned, and I prayed it was in pleasure and not pain.
After that, it wasn’t long before we found ourselves in a steady rhythm, and it was all that I could do not to shout to the heavens when I felt Roxie cumming all over me. Her cries of desire and the sound of my name on her lips were turning me fucking stupid with it.
Unable to stop myself, I started slamming into her body with all the finesse of a rookie, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming inside her unprotected body, not giving one fuck if she ended up pregnant or not. The life-changing irresponsibility of it not doing anything to keep me from unloading ropes and ropes of cum inside her.
Still, did it even matter if she got pregnant?
It wasn’t like I was ever going to let her go anyway.