Fusion (Explosive #5) (27 page)

It was an empty threat, because my eyes were closed and Jeremy’s tongue was in my mouth before the opening credits had even finished.

And I never did find out what happened that night with Jace and Lexi. That’s the thing about those two. For the longest time, they were a mystery, and I had no idea how much Jeremy’s cock block would change the course of their history.

An hour later, when it became clear we weren’t watching the movie, I tapped Jeremy on the shoulder. He lifted up, breathless from our kissing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing,” I whispered. “But we’re obviously not spending the night with Harry Potter. Why don’t we take this down to the beach… You know, so prying ears don’t hear anything,” I hinted.

If we stayed in my bed any longer, pants were going to come off. The last thing I wanted was Lexi and Jace walking in on us. Plus, this way, they could be alone, too.

“Okay,” he readily agreed, hopping up from the bed all too soon. Then he went to my closet and pulled a blanket out.

Leave it to Jeremy to be prepared.

I slowly opened my door and yelled down the hall, “Jeremy, get a blanket for the beach!”

When his forehead wrinkled in confusion and held up the blanket that was already in his arms, I mouthed, “Just in case they’re doing something.”

I was hoping it wasn’t wishful thinking, but when we walked down the hall, Lexi was alone, curled up in the living room, watching the movie
Valentine
. I shuddered at the reminder of the night they made me watch the horror flick.

“Hey, I love this movie!” Jeremy exclaimed, and if I hadn’t wiggled my ass against his erection, he probably would’ve plopped down on the couch with her to watch it.

“Where’d Jace go?” I asked.

Lexi shrugged and didn’t look away from the TV. “He had some stuff to do, so he took off.” It was obvious she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Okay, well, we’re heading down to the beach. Are you fine here by yourself?”

She glared at me. “I’m seventeen years old, Sierra. I’m not a baby. I’ll be fine,” she huffed.

Well, okay, then.

Without another word, Jeremy and I left her to it, walking down to the beach and finding our favorite make-out spot, which was tucked behind a huge dune and away from prying eyes. The entire way, he was at my back, his fingers inside the waistband on my shorts, whispering in my ear of how and where he wanted to touch me. By the time we were spreading the blanket out on the sand, I was desperate for him.

Jeremy wasted no time before ripping off my T-shirt and throwing it to the side, where his joined it almost immediately. His hands roamed my body as our kisses turned passionate. My hips arched, aching for delicious friction.

He rose from the blanket and pulled me up with him so I was straddling his lap. His hand slid up my back until it reached my bra strap, which he expertly unclasped. When he laid me back down, he studied my breasts with blatant appreciation before his hands came up to cup my creamy flesh.

"These are fucking perfect," he whispered as he leaned in. Then he took one nipple into his mouth.

Jeremy cupped a breast in each of his large hands, gently kneading and stroking while his tongue worshipped my peaked nipples. The sensitivity of his touch drove me wild. I was already writhing beneath him, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me when he tasted his way down my torso.

As he continued, I reached my hand down and found him perfectly erect. I cupped him and squeezed, indicating I wanted us to pleasure each other mutually, but apparently, Jeremy had other plans. He lifted up and pulled my shorts off, taking my panties with them. When he repositioned himself between my legs, he hurriedly placed his mouth on the inside of my thigh. My hips rose to meet his heated contact, inadvertently shuddering when he rained kisses along my flesh until his lips were hovering just over my most intimate of places. I was wet with desire for him. With one long stroke of his tongue, Jeremy tasted me then used his thumb to rub my clit to heighten the pleasure.

And heighten he did. It wasn't long before my impending orgasm had me writhing.

"Oh my God," I breathed as he pressed down hard on my clit. That was all I needed to be a goner. I panted through my orgasm, gripping his hair and wondering if it would always feel this amazing. I was certain it would.

He didn’t skip a beat even though I’d just come in his mouth. He kept on going as if he were ready to bring me to the brink all over again. I was already losing myself in my desire when he surprised me by pushing a finger deep inside me. The pleasure of him licking my folds combined with the friction of his finger driving in and out had me shuddering uncontrollably. In response, he buried his finger to the hilt then slid another one inside. Slowly, expertly, he fucked me with his fingers, all the while using his tongue to lap at my clit. He licked and sucked in perfect unison with his fingers, and when he could feel me tremble, he pulled away, keeping me close enough to the edge but not allowing me to fall over.

And then, finally, he relented, giving up his torturous act. I was panting at that point, and as my body tensed, I gripped the top of his head, ensuring that he wouldn’t stop pleasuring me.

“Oh, God, yes. Just like that, Jeremy. Just. Like. That,” I hissed.

All the breath expelled from my body when I clenched around his fingers. The way he made me feel was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. My heart was racing, my toes were curling, and I wanted to capture the feeling so I could keep it with me at all times. Throughout my orgasm, Jeremy continued pumping his fingers in and out of me while sucking on my clit, wave after wave of rapturous pleasure flooded every fiber of my being.

When he was satisfied I was finished, he pressed one last kiss to my clit before sitting up and grinning down at me. I wished that the moon was full so I could take in the entire sight of him. Instead, I could only see his shadow, and it added to the eroticism of the moment. Like we’d stolen this clandestine moment to be together, dark and in the shadows, away from the rest of the world.

I stretched out like a kitten basking in the warmth of the sun. But it was Jeremy I was basking in. I was exquisitely satisfied, and even though I wanted to snuggle up with him and drift off into a blissful sleep, I couldn’t allow that to happen. It was time for payback.

Not wanting to let a moment go to waste, I rose from the blanket and gripped Jeremy through his shorts. “Can I get a taste, too?” I asked.

Without a second thought, he pushed his shorts down, leaving him in his boxers. He lay back on the blanket, and I stared down at him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

“Jesus, woman. Are you gonna make me do all the work?” he huffed, but he chuckled and made quick work of removing the last piece of clothing that’d been covering his gorgeous body.

That was one thing I loved about Jeremy. He was a very give-and-take kind of guy. He didn’t give me false platitudes about my not having to reciprocate. He was an eighteen-year-old athlete with needs. Sure, we both knew he was capable of using his own hands, but if I would do it for him, he’d never turn that down.

And, likewise, I’d never turn his tongue or magic fingers down, either.

As I crawled across the blanket towards him, a strand of loose hair brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch. I wanted so badly to kiss him, but I’d never done that after he’d gone down on me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. So, instead, I started at his jawline, peppering kisses along the way until I came to his nipple, which was already hard. Whether it was from the cool spring breeze or from me, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I moved down his body, spreading quick kisses along his chest and torso. His abs tensed when I came wickedly close to the base of him, but I stopped and allowed my fingers to trail over his obliques.

“Sierra,” he murmured, lifting his hips. He was as eager for this as I was, and I was ready to put him out of his misery.

Repositioning myself, I straddled his legs and trailed a lone finger up and down his swollen length. He groaned again when I created a fist around him, making it just tight enough to bring him pleasure. I worked him from root to tip, leisurely at first. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the blanket, reveling in the way I was stroking him.

A breath caught in my throat when a small amount of pre-cum leaked from the tip, as if his body were beckoning my lips to taste him. It was all the coaxing I needed. I bent down and circled his tip with my tongue. The salty substance on my taste buds turned me on. I wanted more.

And I was going to take it.

I closed my lips tight around him, sucking on the silky-smooth head before taking all of him in. As I bobbed up and down, Jeremy’s hips rocked in time with my movements. When I went down, he thrusted up. When I pulled away and sucked harder, he withdrew from my mouth. We were working in a deliciously erotic rhythm. To add more friction, I wrapped my hand around him, matching the pace of his thrusts. When my tongue swirled around the head one more time, his hips bucked frantically, and I knew he was close.

His hand came to the top of my head, where he pushed down, not choking me but sending him even deeper into my mouth than before. The vein that stretched along his shaft pulsed, causing me to jack him off faster, suck harder, and hold on for dear life. He bucked beneath me, groaning masculine satisfaction as he pulsated in my mouth, preparing me for his sweet release. I was usually a spitter, and Jeremy tried to pull away, but that time, for whatever reason, I didn’t want him to. I wanted to take all of him, and I did, swallowing and savoring every single salty ounce of it.

I would never spit again.

As soon as I’d drained him, I relaxed and slowly pulled away, but not before giving the tip one last little lick. God, he tasted so good.

When I glanced up, it appeared as if he’d passed out. I knew better, so I rolled to the side and waited for him to come back down from his high. It wasn’t long before one eye popped open. Then the other. He held his arm out, and I moved up to snuggle into the crook of it.

Once I was settled, I peered up at him and was greeted with an adorable, lazy smile and equally adorable, brown eyes.

“God, I love your mouth,” he said, his eyes moving to my lips.

“Because I’m so witty and tell the funniest jokes?” I asked, teasing.

“All that…and you suck a mean cock. I think I’ll keep you around for a while.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “A while?”

“How ’bout forever?”

“That sounds much better,” I answered. Then I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.

And when he woke up me up a short time later, he wasted no time in tasting me all over again.

“Sierra,” he groaned as he settled in between my legs. He’d put his boxers on, but I could still feel his hard length pressing against me.

I rocked against him, wild and frenzied from the friction we were creating. It would’ve been so easy for him to slip inside me, and as he kissed me, I wondered if that’s what he was thinking, too.

I was panting. I was wanton. I was so incredibly aroused that I thought I’d explode if Jeremy wasn’t inside me. And, as soon as the through crossed my mind, I was terrified, too.

That alone told me that I wasn’t quite ready. I mean, a girl shouldn’t be scared the first time she has sex, right? So, instead of soldiering on, I had to put a stop to this.

“Jeremy,” I whispered.

He was so into what he was doing that he didn’t even hear me. It wasn’t like he was taking his boxers off and going for the plunge, but by the way we were currently dry-humping, it wouldn’t have surprised me if one slip would’ve completely changed the act. I frantically tapped his shoulder then pinched his skin.

“Jeremy.”

His head shot up, a lazy grin covering his gorgeous face. When his eyes met mine, however, his smile faded.

“I don’t… I think…” I sputtered, unsure of what to say.

His expression softened and he rolled off me, sitting up and bringing me with him.

“I wasn’t going to do anything, baby,” he whispered, his eyes full of worry. “I swear.”

“No, I know,” I rushed out. “It’s just… We were getting really into things and…”

“You’re not ready.” It was a statement, not a question.

Even still, I nodded.

His fingers rubbed my arms as if he were trying to keep me warm. “That’s fine, Sierra. I wasn’t expecting anything. Even though it seemed like I was getting carried away, I’d never lose control like that. Ever. We have all the time in the world to be with each other in that way. I will never pressure you. You know that, right?”

Again, I nodded. “I know, which makes me love you even more. I wish I were ready, Jeremy, but I’m scared.”

“You know what? So am I. It’s a big step, and even though a lot of guys act like it’s nothing, going there with you terrifies me as much as it excites me. I respect you. I respect the hell out of your parents. We can wait. I’d wait forever for you if I had to.”

I sighed, partially hating myself for making him wait. “I know you say that, but it scares me. What if I make you wait too long? I hear the way the other guys talk at school. What if you get tired of waiting for me?”