Shift

My hand slides down the tight space between us, down the center of his black T-shirt and against his stomach muscles until I find the snap of his jeans and tug them open. Dustin’s breath and movements halt, and he draws back slowly, gaining a few inches between us so his gaze can meet mine.

“Ha

I mouth the word please, and a fire burns behind his eyes as they flare wide, just for a beat. I move my hand lower, dragging his zipper down, then slip my hand inside until I’m met with the warm hardness of him underneath his boxers. His groan is unmistakable this time, and he’s unable to keep his eyes open.

Ru

Several seconds pass as we hold each other, our hands still touching our most private parts, our bodies damp with sweat.

“Holy fuck,” Dustin finally says, and his blunt, adorable compliment draws a slightly embarrassed laugh from me.

I recoil my fingers from him and close my hand into a fist, both proud that I was able to make him feel as amazing as he did me and embarrassed that this boy I’ve known my entire life has now done things with me—to me! We did things to each other.

“I should probably get off your lap and maybe get inside before my dad murders you,” I say, burying my hot cheeks in his chest.

Dustin wraps an arm around my head and kisses the top of it.

“I would very much like to remain alive, so we can continue doing things like this,” he says, and I giggle and squeeze my eyes shut harder. I can’t believe Dustin Bridges has now seen and touched so much of me.

I bite my lip as I slide from his hold, my face burning again when I see the tip of his dick poking out of the top of his boxers, his jeans still unzipped and open. He must notice my blush because he links his fingers with mine before I can completely slip away and he tugs me close for one more kiss.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he says, sweeping a few stray hairs from my face before dropping a soft kiss on my nose and then my mouth. He leaves his hand under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“When you feel like we do about each other, physical expression isn’t something dirty or to be ashamed of. I want to admire every beautiful curve of your body, inside and out, Ha

Body buzzing, I step into him one last time, pressing my lips to his, tasting his tongue, and memorizing his scent.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dustin Bridges,” I say, before stepping away from his door and wishing him good night.