A Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance) (5 page)

When
he took my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it, I couldn't
help the whimper from escaping me. His tongue went between my lips,
and I couldn't believe it was really happening. I ran my fingers
through his dark hair as my tongue found his. He held me tight with
one arm while his other was on the back of my head pulling me closer
to him. Our tongues danced together in perfect rhythm. It was better
than I could have ever imagined. I wrapped my arms around his neck
and let him lead me. His kiss was so loving and passionate. I pulled
back to catch my breath. Being that close to him was doing things to
me. My entire body felt like it was on fire from the burning desire I
had for him. He was my best friend. I cared so much about him. When
his arms let me go, I groaned from his loss. I hadn't realized how
warm he was keeping me.

Z
got the blankets and the radio out that we kept back there. It really
was my favorite place. Nobody ever came out there. I never had to
worry about someone sneaking up on me. He was the only one I shared
it with. It had been our place for almost four years. As he laid the
blankets out and turned the radio on, I thought about how he was
going to be leaving for college. He wanted out of there so badly. I
had hoped that he'd have changed his mind, but he was just as
determined as he was that first day I met him.

He
pulled me back into his arms, pulling me from my thoughts of him
leaving. I looked into his eyes and knew that he was the one I wanted
to be with the first time. He would take care of me. I knew he would
never hurt me. It was my only chance. Once he left, I was sure I
would never have that chance again. I reached up and pulled his face
to mine. My lips crushed against him, and I heard a rumble come from
his chest. He kissed me much harder that time. It was different than
the first time. I almost felt like he was claiming me. He pulled back
and looked into my eyes. I knew he wanted the same thing I did. He
was waiting for me to make the first move. My hands slipped his suit
jacket from his shoulders before moving to unbutton each button of
his dress shirt. When I moved it down his body, my fingers brushed
his nipples, down his chest, and across his abs. His skin felt so
good beneath my hands. When I undid the button of his pants and
unzipped him, I felt his stomach tighten. I looked into his eyes when
I pushed his pants and boxers down. His erection sprang free, and I
gasped. My mind started to wander. Would I be good enough for him?
Would we still be friends? Did he want me as much as I wanted him? He
took my cheeks in his hands.

"We
don't have to do this if you don't want to," he whispered.

We
were both eighteen and I was sure I would never have the opportunity
again. He was the one I wanted to give myself to. I wasn't passing up
what I wanted.

"Oh,
I want to more than you know," I said, as I turned for him to
unzip my dress.

Each
inch of the zipper felt like an hour. When he reached up and slipped
my dress from my shoulders, I took a deep breath. It fell to the
ground, and he leaned in to kiss my neck.

"Turn
around, Livie," he said in a breathy voice.

Was
he nervous? There was no way he was nervous, I thought. It was me
that was trembling at the thought of him touching me. I wanted his
hands on me so badly.

"Come
on, beautiful," he said. "I want to see you."

Slowly,
I turned around and heard his breath catch when his eyes traveled
down and back up my body.

"Fuck,"
he whispered.

He
moved forward and slammed his lips to mine. I felt his hands shake as
he removed my bra. His mouth moved slowly down neck. I closed my eyes
as he kissed my bare breast. When his tongue licked across my nipple,
I felt heat shoot straight to my core. I was wet and ready for
anything he had planned. My thighs clenched together and I shook. His
warm mouth took my nipple in. His breath was warm and comforting. He
swirled his tongue around my nipple before sucking and moving to the
other side. I sucked in a huge breath when his mouth traveled south
down my belly.

He
fell to his knees in front of me. It took all I had to keep my
emotions in check. I was so happy but so afraid of letting him down.

"Relax,
Livie," he said. "You know how much I care about you."

He
took the waist of my panties in his fingers and slowly slid them down
and off my legs. My hands moved to cover my body, but he took them in
his before I could do it.

"You're
so sexy," he said. "Please tell me you want this, baby. I
want you so badly."

"I
do," I said.

I
looked down into his eyes. There was such a connection between us in
that moment. I wanted to drop to my knees and hold him. His finger
moved between my legs and I heard him groan.

"You're
so wet," he said.

I
smiled but didn't say a word. He sucked his finger into his mouth
before moving forward. When his tongue licked across my dripping
pussy, I was so lost. My head fell back and my eyes closed. He
reached out to hold my legs that were shaking. His finger rubbed my
clit as his tongue soaked up every bit of wetness that dripped from
me. When his tongue entered me, I cried out.

"Fuck,
Z," I whimpered.

He
continued moving his tongue out and back in. I felt like I was going
to explode. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for his
cock to fill me. His finger began rubbing with more pressure and his
tongue began moving into me deeper and faster. When I opened my eyes
and looked down to see him looking up at me with passion in his eyes,
I exploded around his tongue and trembled in his hands.

"Z,"
I cried. "Oh, fuck."

My
body slid down to his, and he wrapped his arms around me. When he
took my face in his hands and claimed my mouth, I moaned. I wasn't
sure if it was the taste on his lips from me or knowing what he had
just done, but I couldn't help but want more of him. My hand wrapped
around his cock. I stroked up and down his thick shaft. He growled
into my mouth and I shook. I could feel the vibration from his chest.
He took my shoulders in his hands and leaned me back until I was
lying down on the blanket. He stood up on his knees and looked down
at me.

"I
want you, Livie," he said. "I need to be inside of you."

I
shook my head as I watched his movements. He reached over and got
something out of his pocket. My eyes widened, as I watched him roll
the condom down his rock-hard shaft. He smiled down at me. His tongue
licked across his bottom lip.

"Please,"
I said.

He
gave me a questioning look.

"I
need you inside of me, Z," I said.

He
hovered over me and looked down into my eyes as he entered me slowly.
When he broke through my barrier, taking my virginity, I winced then
nodded for him to continue. He continued until he filled me
completely. I felt like he was stretching me to the limit. When he
pulled out and entered me again, I moan and wrapped my arms around
his neck. Our eyes stayed locked together. It was impossible to look
away from him. He began moving in and out of me a little faster and
harder. My legs wrapped around his waist and he hit the most amazing
spot deep inside of me and I cried out loudly. It pushed him to move
even faster and thrust into me even harder. My hands held tight to
him and I felt my fingers dig into his back.

"Fuck,
Livie," he moaned. "You're so damn tight. It feels amazing
being inside of you. I need to feel you come around my cock. You feel
so good, baby."

My
hips pulled off the ground as I met his thrusts. His bare skin felt
so good on mine. It was like a dream come true being with him. I
would never tell him how I felt about him. Nothing would even develop
between us. He was leaving and I wasn't. There was no way I would've
ever traded being with him in that moment, not for anything in the
world.

His
hands were next to my head. I could see his arms flex each times he
moved into me. It took all I had not to close my eyes, but I didn't
want to lose the connection between us. He slammed into me and I
cried out over and over. Our moans and cries mixed together in the
cool night air. I gripped tighter to his back and lifted my hips to
his. He plunged in deeper than he had yet and I flew over the edge.
His name left my lips so many times. I felt my pussy tighten around
him just before I felt his cock twitch as he came inside of me, and
his mouth came down on mine.

We
were both covered in sweat. His body slowly came down on top of mine.
I held him tight. He rolled us to side. When he pulled out of me, I
felt such a loss. I didn't want the moment to be over. I needed him
with me. My emotions were filling my entire being. I didn't want him
to leave me, not ever. When I rolled to face the other way, tears
began to fill my eyes.

"Are
you okay?" he asked.

I
nodded. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled the blanket over our
bodies. I felt his breathing even out and knew he was asleep.

"I
love you so much, Z," I whispered into the night.

I
felt tears run down my cheeks. When I felt someone touch my arm, my
eyes snapped open and my body shot up. I had been watching the stars
and thinking about the past.

"Are
you okay, Livie?" I heard his deep voice.

He
sounded concerned, as if he really cared about the answer. I knew
better than that. He didn't give a shit about me. He never had. I was
pretty sure he never even thought of me once after he left. He wasn't
who I thought he was. I felt anger rising inside of me. Quickly, I
brushed the tears away. He reached over and pulled my chin so I had
to face him. His grip was strong. I was surprised. When our eyes
connected, all I could think about was that one night. I pulled my
chin from his grip and got to my feet.

"Are
you crying?" he asked softly.

I
shook my head and narrowed my eyes.

"Stop
acting like you care," I snapped.

His
eyes widened at my response. He sat down and put his head in his
hands. I heard him breathe deep before looking back up at me.

"What?"
he snapped. "What do you mean acting like I care?"

"Don't
sit here after having nothing to do with me for sixteen years and act
like you give a shit about me. I can't deal with that. What are you
doing out here? I don't remember inviting you."

My
voice was loud. I could hear the anger dripping from my words, so I'm
sure he could hear it too.

"I
do give a shit about you. I can't believe you would even say that. I
saw you walk passed the window and wanted to come out here."

"You
left me," I said.

I
couldn't stop the tears from dripping from the corners of my eyes. He
looked a million times sexier than he had when he left. It was all so
hard, and my emotions were getting the best of me.

"You
knew I was going back to New York. I told you the day I moved here
what I was going to do," he said, his voice getting a little
louder.

"We
spent four years together, Zander," I yelled. "Did that
mean anything to you? You were my best friend. I thought you were
anyway. Apparently we weren't as close as I thought. You quit talking
to me out of nowhere. You cut me off completely."

By
the time I was finished with my thought, I was yelling louder than
ever and could hear my voice echoing through the trees.

"You
got married," he snapped, as he stood in front of me and
narrowed his eyes down at mine. "I quit talking to you when you
married him."

I
stood still and looked back at him. He looked more pissed than I had
ever seen him.

"Whatever,"
I said, as I shook my head at him.

"Don't
you shake your head at me, Livie," he said sternly.