"You don't have to. Plenty of girls throw themselves at you every day, Trey," I yawned.
After a few more minutes of silence, I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. All of a sudden Trey's strong hand slid across my waist, skimming just across the top of my shirt, only to stop and rest on my side. As he snuggled his body against me , My breathing started to pick up speed, and the muscles in my body locked up so tight from the nervousness I felt.
"Kaycee, I know we don't look at each other like that, and honestly, I'm not even trying to take it there with you, but ..." He paused
"But what?" I whispered, still facing the wall.
"You are the only person special enough for me to share this moment with," he said.
Swallowing hard, I tried to find the right words to say, but in that moment my voice was literally caught beneath the lump in my throat.
When i didn't say anything in response, he finally asked,
"Will you let me take your virginity, Kaycee?"
Kaycee Jackson is a tomboy at heart, fitting right in with the guys. She spends her time fighting, hooping, and playing video games alongside her best friend, Trey. Kaycee soon discovers something that rocks her world. Will Trey and Kaycee fall apart . Can these two avowedly heterosexual boy and girl "besties" stay just friends?
Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall.
Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol.
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My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare."
His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable.
Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling.
Dickhead.
"Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."