FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
Jax Bridges has consumed my mind.
It’s embarrassing, to say the least.
And unexpected.
Okay, maybe that last one not so much since I’ve been crushing on him for years.
I’ve stalked his social media profiles, narrowing my eyes at the girls who leave cute comments and hearts under his pictures, and pay close attention to his responses. None of them are too flirty, and so far, he hasn’t posted any evidence of having a girlfriend.
A month has passed since our beach vacation, but we’ve stayed in contact. He texts good morning and good night every day, asks how my day went, and sends me funny memes. But we haven’t seen each other since then. We’re back in school, our parents are busy, and I’m nervous to ask them to see him. They’d know something was up and for sure assume Jax and I liked each other.
No way would my father allow Jax and me to be alone then—which is all I think about anymore. I want Jax to touch me like he did on the beach, to kiss me, and for us to do more.
Now that our fathers are business partners at Down Home, we’ll be in Blue Beech more, which increases my chances of seeing Jax. Like tonight, my mother has a work thing. When my dad said he was going to Down Home, I told him I didn’t want to stay home alone. I immediately texted Jax, and he said he’d figure out a way to be there too.
He did, so now, we’re hanging out at his father’s old apartment above the bar while our dads are working downstairs. My heart skipped a beat when I walked in and Jax smiled at me. There’s no guy I’m attracted to more than Jax. Sure, there are cute guys at school, but their personalities are that of stale bread, or they’re obnoxious little pricks.
Jax’s skin is still sun-kissed from our vacation, and his dark hair is in its unruly state. It doesn’t look messy or like he rolled out of bed. It just looks like Jax.
My dad pointed to Jax and told him to keep his hands to himself and that he’d be back to check on us. I frowned at my dad’s warning. If he scared Jax off from touching me tonight, he will be getting a crappy birthday present next week.
“Do you hang out here a lot?” I ask Jax, following him into the living room.
“With the guys sometimes.” He kicks off his shoes, collapses onto the couch, grabs the remote, and turns on the TV.
I slide out of my sandals, take the end of the couch, and angle my body toward him. “Just the guys?”
Jax tosses the remote onto the coffee table, not bothering to change the channel from the news. “Sometimes, Essie tags along with River.”
I twirl a strand of hair around my finger. “No other girls?”
He shoots me a lopsided grin. “Is that your way of asking if I bring other girls here, Amelia?”
“It sure is.” I fight to keep my voice confident and steady. “I don’t hook up with guys who have girlfriends.”
Jax’s eyes widen, and he shifts in his spot, adjusting his shorts. “No girlfriend.”
Perfect.
I bite into my lip to stop myself from grinning like a madwoman. “Have you messed around with anyone since we … you know?”
“Nope.” He focuses his heavy gaze on me and runs his tongue over his lips. “Have you?”
A sudden giddiness hits me. “No way.”
“I haven’t even thought of another girl since the beach.” He runs his hand through his thick hair, and I focus on that hand, remembering how amazing it felt when he touched me with it. “I’m stuck on you, Amelia.”
This is not your regular Jax and Amelia.
We are no longer the kids who call each other names.
Somehow, our attitudes toward each other have changed.
Long gone is my urge to tell him to go away, now replaced with the need for him to stay. Even then, years ago, I probably didn’t mean it. Because when he would try to push me away, I’d always follow behind him and talk shit. Jax and me arguing, us rivaling each other on everything, was almost our foreplay in a sense.
My breathing hitches, and Jax wears a confident smile as he reaches out to grab my elbow. I giggle when he gently tugs me onto his lap. My dress spills to each side of his knees as I straddle him. I wore the dress for this very reason. As I situate myself, I rub against his hard cock under his shorts, and I don’t stop until it’s nestled perfectly between my thighs. He groans when I slowly grind myself against him.
I shut my eyes, taking in how good it already feels. My mind flashes back to the beach and all that we did. Heat spreads through my body when he slowly eases his hands under my dress and rests them on my bare thighs. His touch is everything I’ve been anticipating over the months that have passed. I can’t stop myself from rocking against him with an urge and need for more.
“Shit, Amelia,” he hisses through clenched teeth and throws his head back.
Pleasure jolts through me at the reaction that I gave him, and I roll my hips back. I ignore the noise of the TV and the possible consequences of us being caught. I’m so wrapped up in his body that all I care about is him and me and the things that might happen.
He digs his fingers into my thighs to stop me. “If you keep doing that, I’ll blow my load right here.”
My smile is full of challenge. “Make me stop then.”
He drops a kiss to my cheek. “How do you want me to make you stop, Amelia?”
I nod toward my waist. “You’re the one with your hands up my dress.”
His cock twitches beneath me, and God, do I wish his shorts weren’t in the way, so I could feel him closer to me. I’m eager for more when he slides a hand up between my legs and brushes his thumb against the front of my panties. I whimper, settling my hands on his shoulders, and hold myself up to give him all the room he needs. My knees feel wobbly when he slips my panties to the side, holding them back with his thumb, and he leisurely drags the tip of his finger through my wetness.
He needs to speed it up.
Does he not remember that our parents could walk in at any moment?
“You were wet like this at the beach,” he groans. “I remember how easy my cock slid through it. How good it felt.”
I gasp when he slowly slides a finger inside me. I should be embarrassed over how wet I am, but Jax’s heavy breathing tells me he likes it.
“It was so hot,” he goes on, as if his words aren’t already lighting me on fire.
He draws his free hand out of my skirt, stopping his finger between my legs, and I clamp my thighs together to prevent him from withdrawing that finger. With his free hand, he drags it up my chest and around my neck, and then he bunches my hair in his fist.
“One day, I’m going to taste you.” He pulls me into a deep kiss, and I savor the mixture of peppermint and root beer on his breath. “I’m going to kiss it just like this.”
Our tongues meet, and I cup my hands around his face to hold him there as I kiss him with everything that I have. He spreads the fingers of his hand between my legs, nudging my thighs back open, and plunges a finger inside me … maybe two because there’s more pressure.
My head spins, and I’m nearly panting when I break away from him. “Do you have a condom this time?”
He nods, and I’m shocked at the seriousness on his face. “I put them in the bedroom before you got here.”
I touch my lips, still feeling him, while grinning. “To the bedroom we go.”
His fingers leave me as we rise from the couch. He doesn’t try to hide his cock standing at full attention under his shorts as I hold out my hand to him—a silent confirmation that this is what I want.
His eyes shoot from his cock to me. “Are you sure?”
I rub my thighs together in anticipation, already missing his fingers there. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
It’s almost like a dream as we walk down the hall to the guest bedroom. My heart heaves in my chest, excitement crawling through every inch of my skin. As soon as we hit the doorway, his mouth is back on mine, and he slams the door shut behind us. Pushing me against the door, he grips the hem of my dress and hastily drags it up my body before tossing it on the floor.
The ease and slowness in his movements have dissipated. His want and need for me take over. He unhooks my bra without any hassle and drops to his knees to drag my panties down my legs. I step out of them, and he backtracks a step. His eyes are trained on me, dark and intense, as I stand before him. Feeling insecure for the first time tonight, I hug my arms to my body, but I stop when he tells me to.
“I could look at you all day, Amelia,” he says, running his finger along his bottom lip. “You standing in front of me, naked, will forever be burned into my brain.”
We step forward at the same time, kissing again, and he guides me to the bed. I realize how soaked I am as I sit down, and I’m worried it’ll get on the comforter. He stands before me, and I can’t tear my eyes away as he pulls off his shirt. When his hand goes to his shorts, I stop him.
“Let me.” I lick my lips, and I swear my mouth is as wet as the slit between my legs.
I yank down his shorts and boxer briefs, and his cock springs forth in front of my face. The light was limited the night at the beach, so I didn’t get a good look at his cock then. I take it in, admiring the size, the swollen pink tip, and the veins on the side. Just like Jax said he’d kiss me between my legs, when I get bolder, more experienced, I want my mouth on him there.
His six-pack is no surprise to me since we’ve gone swimming together countless times, and the older we grow, the more his muscles become defined.
I drag myself backward onto the bed until my head is only inches from the black headboard, and Jax crawls over me, his cock rubbing against my thigh.
“Do you want to get under the covers?” he asks, his breathing sounding almost out of control.
I keep my head flat against the bed as I shake it from side to side. “This is fine.”
His hands shake as he stretches over me to open the nightstand drawer. He’s holding a condom when he returns, and I train my eyes on his every move as he rips it open and carefully slides it onto his cock, checking that it’s secure when he’s finished.
My breathing grows as erratic as his when he grips his cock, and I spread my legs wide, giving him room to make himself comfortable between them.
He stares at me, unblinking, like if he closes them, then this might not be real. He tilts his head forward, kisses my lips, then my forehead, then the tip of my nose.
“Are you okay?” He presses his lips to my forehead again to nudge loose strands of my hair away from my face. “You sure you want to do this?”
“I want this,” I say with such certainty that you’d think I was reciting my birthday.
He presses his hand flat to my chest, somewhat cupping my boob, over my heart. “Your heart is racing.”
“I’m just nervous …” I avert my gaze to the wall. “I’ve heard it hurts.”
“If it does and you want me to stop, tell me. We don’t have to do this.”
I nod.
“Look at me and promise you’ll tell me.”
I meet his eyes. “I promise.”
“Relax, babe. It’s just me. Remember that.” He keeps his hand over my heart, and there’s a tenderness in his voice I’ve never heard before. “Open wider for me.”
I do as I was told, and his hand leaves my chest to slowly stroke his cock a few times.
There’s something about this moment with Jax.
My nerves aren’t skyrocketing, like my friends have told me theirs were.
Mia said it was a terrible experience for her.
Ava said it was awkward.
But here with Jax, I feel content.
Comfortable.
Like my body knows it’s in good hands with him.
“I’m going to slide in now,” he says with so much patience in his voice.
He raises my legs so my knees are on each side of his body and guides his erection inside me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as pain rips through my entire body. I tense, my back going straight, and Jax doesn’t move. He keeps his cock right there inside of me and gives my body time to adjust to his size.
He places a hand to each side of my face and bows his head to stare deeply at me. “Tell me when it’s okay to move.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper while breathing heavily. “Keep going.”
He nods, tenderly sliding out of me and pushing himself back in.
Then, he does it again three more times.
With each stroke, my body relaxes more.
“Can I go faster?” he asks, the words coming out between huffs, and he stares at me with intense desire.
“Yes.”
I’m positive I hear him say, “Thank fuck,” under his breath before he increases his speed.
He trails a hand up the back of my thigh before jerking it up around his waist and angles himself to hit a different spot inside me. It’s the right spot because my back arches, and he halts. A cocky smile spreads along his lips before he continues fucking me.
And just like that, I’ve given the guy I thought I hated my virginity.