This correlates with chapter 23 of Kissing Booth
Scar Patterson
I cupped Jamie's head and my fingers threaded through his hair, caressing his scalp. I moved my hips a little, causing his mouth to slide smoothly against me and a moan to escape from my lips. Jamie studied me critically as he stroked his palms up my thighs and sucked me off. He pulled out for only a moment and stared back at me with worried eyes. "Are you sure about this?"
I groaned against my pillow. "Yes, I'm sure." We had spent the majority of our time in the bedroom debating if this was a good idea or not. Jamie had tried to talk me out of it, because he was scared that he might "hurt" me or some shit like that. But if Dante was able to fuck him without breaking him, then he could fuck me without breaking me.
"Okay," Jamie sighed while giving me one last reluctant look. "Where's the stuff?"
I motioned towards the black plastic bag on the bedside table. "They're in there."
Jamie brought this lips to mine and planted a quick kiss before reaching for the lube and condoms in the plastic bag. He placed them beside me on the mattress and hovered over me, a growing smile on his face. "You can change your mind any time you want to, Scarlet."
I rolled my eyes and shoved him away from me. "Just hurry up, already." We were already fully naked and had already sucked each other off. There was no way he was going to back out now.
But then he the cap off the bottle of lube and it made a piercing sound in my ears. I watched as he squeezed some of the clear liquid onto his fingers, and it was like my mind had suddenly revolted against everything that was about to happen.
He was only seconds away from easing his fingers into my ass when I spoke up, "Wait."
He glanced up almost immediately, like he was waiting for me to protest. "What?"
"Is it going to hurt?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.
Jamie paused, seeming to ponder over the thought. "Yes," he finally said.
"Like, a lot?"
A smirk played on his lips. "It's your first time, Scar."
"You didn't answer my question."
A low groan bubbled in the back of his throat as he threw his head back in frustration. "At first, yes. But I don't know, everyone's different."
I knew I shouldn't have been asking these questions, but I was curious. "Did it hurt for your first time?"
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Who was he?"
Jamie sent me a deadly glare. "Now's not really the time to talk about this."
I shrugged. "I want to know who he was."
Jamie hissed in a breath and ran a hand through his messy hair as he thought about what to say. "He was my friend and we were kids and we were curious, and yeah. But we're not friends anymore, if that's what you're wondering."
"Good," I said with a smile. "It's already enough that I have to know that the black dude got to have sex with you before I did. Tell me, does he have a big dick?"
"Scar," he said in a patronizing voice.
"I just wanna know!"
He continued to smile down at me before pressing his lips against mine. "Just shut up, Patterson," he insisted as he started to trail kisses down my jawline, down to my collarbone, over my chest and abs, and stopping at the start of my dick. He gave me a knowing smirk as he caressed my thighs with his slippery hands. Just as he was about to enter me for the second time, I stopped him again.
