Surviving Us (21 page)

I laugh wickedly, throwing my head back on his chest, but keeping my eyes closed. “From the feel of things, you aren’t dead at all.” I reach between our bodies, wrap my hand around his steeled cock, and stroke it a few times, causing him to gasp. “Nope, you’re very much alive, Mr. McKay.”

“You know, I really like that funny mouth of yours,” his hands slither around to my front, up my belly until he’s palming both of my breasts, causing me to tighten my hold on him, “but there’s other things you do with it I like even
more.
”

He begins to kiss and nibble a trail down the back of my neck and across my shoulder as he finds my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and lightly pinching. My hand develops a steady rhythm pumping his rod, matching the accelerated pounding of my heart beating in my chest. All the while, the shower continues to rain down on us, somehow intensifying the passion of the moment.

“You weren’t too bad with your mouth either . . . I guess,” I tease, knowing damn well the reaction I’m about to get.

“You
guess?!”
His hands fall to my hips and he whirls me around to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shrug my shoulders, trying not to giggle at his distraught expression. “Well, I mean you haven’t actually made me see stars with your mouth alone.”

Mischief flickers in his hungry eyes as he moves forward, backing me into the wall. “Are you issuing me a challenge, Miss Criswell?” he rasps, running his nose across my jawline.

Barely noticing the roughness of the surface my back is pressed against, my chest heaves up and down with desire and anticipation. “Take it however you want,” I pant.

He places one finger under my chin, tilting it up so I’m staring deep into his eyes. “Well-played, Trouble.” Closing the distance between our mouths, a soft laugh blows across my lips before he claims them in a bruising kiss, his need matching my own as our tongues circle in a dizzying dance.

His fingers tangle in the hair at the base of my neck and tug my head back gently, causing our lips to break contact. “Enjoy your stars, babe,” he rumbles as he dips his head, nudging my chin to the side with his nose, nipping at the delicate skin down the length of my throat.

A slow descent down my wet frame, his lips and teeth alternate to tease the hardened peak of each nipple as he works his way down my belly, until he’s on his knees in front of me.
Fingertips skim up my inner thighs, spreading them in the process, until they meet up with his mouth atop my smooth mound.

He parts my slick lower lips with his fingers, lapping once, twice, then a third time at my aching clit, quietly chuckling as my hips jerk with each swipe of his tongue. His thumb slides over, pressing into the tiny pleasure center as his mouth moves farther down, tongue slipping through my swollen entrance to push inside my burning core.

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs into my heat, sending a shot of fervent lust rippling through my veins.

Two fingers glide down my slit, his tongue and digits switching places seamlessly. Catching a lip in his mouth, he sucks hard, eliciting a deep moan from the back of my throat. His fingers trace around my entrance, a wide smile curving his lips as he teases me, slowly pushing a knuckle deep inside. My eyes are glued to him, enthralled with each brush of his hand, every stroke of his tongue, my senses overwhelmed as he worships my body.

“Davis,” I whisper breathlessly.

He gazes up at me, looking damn near Adonis-like as the moonlight bathes his face in a lustrous glow and the water droplets from the shower glisten on his handsome face.

He works his wrist in a twisting motion, keeping our stares locked on each other, fingers hitting the back wall and curling up to smooth over my sweet spot. I inhale a sharp gasping breath, alerting him of his discovery, and his teeth clamp gently around my clit for maximum effect.

“Look up, babe,” he rasps. “The stars are waiting for you.”

I lift my face to the sky as his fingers and mouth change places once again. Overwhelmed by the sheer number of twinkling beauties blanketing the night’s ceiling above and the mind-blowing things he’s doing to my body, my release builds rapidly inside me. Licking, sucking, flicking, and pinching, he holds nothing back as I lose complete control, soaring higher and higher into oblivion. With one final stroke of his tongue over my most sensitive area, my hands grasp his head and I squeeze my eyes shut as I shatter into a million different pieces of ecstasy against his mouth.

“Oh my God, Davis,” I cry out as my entire body trembles uncontrollably. I’m not sure if the stars fell down all around me or if he shot me straight up into the sky, but I’m definitely floating amongst them in a blissful glimmering haze as I ride out my climax.

Minutes, lots of minutes later, I finally reopen my eyes to a very-proud-of-himself Davis with a big grin on his face. I release his head, and he slowly stands up, kissing his way up my body.

“Did you get your stars, babe?” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

I slam my mouth on his, tasting a mixture of my arousal, the shower water, and the distinct flavor of him, showing my appreciation. “I think you gave me my own damn constellation.”

We’re in my bed a little later, once we’ve actually scrubbed ourselves clean and gotten dressed—and by dressed, I mean he’s in boxers and I’m in a camisole and panties—swapping stories about when we were younger as we sip on the wine he brought over.

“Tell me about the first time you got drunk,” I say, sitting with my legs crisscrossed as he lounges on his side, propped up on an elbow.
Jesus, the boy might have the nicest abs I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, it was terrible. I was fourteen, a freshman in high school, and it was the first
real
party I’d ever gone to with my teammates,” he begins, laughing at the memory. “It was at this senior girl’s house that I had a crush on, so of course I wanted to impress her and act like I was older than I was by drinking shots and doing keg stands like everyone else. At some point, I ended up talking to her in the kitchen. I’m not really sure how we got there, but with all the liquid courage pumping through me, I was feeling uber-confident. So I decide to make my move, and I—”

“Wait!” I interrupt. “Does this story involve puking? Because you can totally leave out the details when you get to that part if it does. Just sayin’.”

“Hush! Let me finish,” he playfully scolds.

I grin and nod, giving him the go ahead to keep on.

“So I lean in to kiss her, and I guess the double vision thing was really screwing with me, ‘cause basically I just missed and face-planted into the wall next to her, breaking my nose.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Oh, yes I did . . . in front of most of the varsity football team, I might add, who didn’t let me live it down for most of the year. It was not my proudest moment for sure.” He covers his face with his hand, shaking his head as he continues to laugh. “Oh, and there was lots of puking later that night too, but most of it made it into the toilet.”

“That’s a pretty good first time story. It makes me wish I would’ve been a little more social in high school,” I admit. “I wasn’t big in the party scene, nor did I run with the popular crowds then.”

“What?” he exclaims in disbelief. “I don’t believe that at all. A gorgeous girl with your body, brain, and sense of humor, I’d have scooped you up in a heartbeat, Trouble.”

“Well sadly, it’s true, though I didn’t try hard to make friends with many people either. I was a quiet girl who preferred my books and writing to pep rallies and parties.”

He taps his lips, indicating he wants me to lean down to kiss him, in which I happily oblige. “Okay, my turn to ask you about a first,” he announces once I sit back up. “Hmmm . . .” I know exactly where this is going, even though he pretends he’s thinking about what to ask. “Tell me about your first boyfriend.”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“You’re lying,” he balks.

“I’m not lying.” I hold my stare on his, not wavering even a little bit.

“Well, you weren’t a virgin when you showed up here, so there’s some kind of story somewhere,” he baits me.

I lift my eyebrows at him and smirk. “You want to know about the first time I had sex?” It’s exactly what he’s asking, but I want him to say it.

He sips some wine and nods. “Yeah, I think I do, unless it’s some terrible story you never want to relive. If that’s the case, just say so.”

“No, it’s fine,” I reply. “There’s not really much to tell to be honest. It was my junior year, and I was supposed to be tutoring the running back of the football team in English and History, but we ended up spending most of the time reviewing game film. I would critique his previous week’s game, tell him what he needed to work on, and give him a scouting report of the next week’s opponent.”

“Are you serious?” Davis asks, sitting up with wide eyes.

“Yeah, it was when I really learned the most about football. Before that, I knew the game, but I didn’t really
know
the game. You know?”

He bobs his head in agreement, and I continue the story. “So anyway, one day during one of our tutoring sessions, he just started kissing me, completely out of the blue. One thing quickly led to another, and before I knew it, I was naked in his bed and no longer a virgin.” I look down at the sheets, suddenly embarrassed about telling the story. “The whole thing lasted maybe five minutes. Afterwards, I got dressed and we picked up in the film where we left off. That was it.”

“And it never happened again?”

My face heats up as the embarrassment morphs to shame. I’m not sure why I’m telling him any of this. “It became a pretty regular thing after that until he left for college, but it was always casual between us.”

“So y’all never went on a date or anywhere together? You just went to his house, taught him how to be a better quarterback, and let him fuck you?”

My eyes shoot up to his, tears pricking the back of them. “Well, when you put it like that it sounds awful.” I laugh to hide the hurt.

Davis scoots closer to me until our knees are touching and reaches out to grab my hands, lifting each one to his mouth to kiss them. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just don’t like the thought of someone using you like that.”

“Don’t worry,” I shrug nonchalantly, “I learned my lesson after that. I swore off jocks from that point on, and have never broken that promise.”

“What about me?” he asks, cocking his head, puzzled.

“Well, some promises can’t help but be broken.” I flash him a bashful smile. “Plus, I’m happy when we hang out together.”

He rocks forward to gently kiss me, his gaze soft and thoughtful. “I’m one hundred percent positive I’m not worth breaking any promises over, Trouble, but if you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

We both reposition ourselves in the bed, lying on our sides facing one another, propped up with pillows. “Okay, your turn.” I take a big gulp, finishing my glass. “First girlfriend and first time, if they’re not the same.”

Following my lead, he empties his glass and then just lies there, staring at me as if I’m supposed to answer the question.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, th-that’s cool too,” I stammer, knowing I crossed a line I wasn’t supposed to without him saying a word.

He blinks hard several times and then swallows loudly before eventually answering. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I’ve never told anyone before, not even all the doctors and counselors. I’m not sure if I can.”

His eyes plead with mine, begging me to say something reassuring. “Whatever you feel comfortable sharing, Davis.” Now it’s my turn to reach out and touch him supportively. “I’m here to listen.”

Closing his eyes, he inhales a deep breath through his nose, and then exhales out of his mouth. My pulse quickens with nervous anticipation, wanting to know what he’s going to say and not wanting to all at the same time, as well as hoping he doesn’t feel uncomfortable around me afterwards.

“Her name was Emma.”