“How old were you?” His voice is laced with something I can’t identify. Not exactly anger, but he isn’t thrilled. I turn to my side, propping my head on my fist.
“Eighteen. About a week after graduation. We were at a party.”
Teagan rolls to face me, mirroring my position. The sun is beginning to descend but shines bright enough to make his eyes sparkle like emeralds.
“I hope he was good to you.”
He’s dead serious, but I burst out laughing.
“What?” he asks incredulously.
“Teagan, it was the first time forboth of us.”I raise my eyebrows. “It was awful.”
“Oh, yeah. I imagine that was awkward,” he mutters. “Now I want details.”
“No way!” I exclaim, reaching out a hand to playfully shove him.
“C’mon,” he begs, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. “I want to know everything he did wrong so that I can show you how it should have been done.”
Snorting in amusement, I remind him that he’s already shown me how good he is. Repeatedly.
“Ach, no. Your first time, and every time after, should be nothing short of incredible.”
“You really want to know about my first time having sex? With someone that wasn’t you? Are you a sadist?”
He can’t be serious.
“Aye, I mean, no!” he blurts when he sees my eyes widen. “I’m not a sadist, but I do want to know about your first time.”
Sighing, I relent. “Fine. Like I said, we were at a party at a mutual friend’s house. I went outside to get some air and saw Brian sitting in a deck chair. I sat down in the chair next to him. We ended up talking for a couple of hours. We decided to go in, but when I stood up, my foot caught on something and I sort of… fell on him. We both froze, but then he kissed me and it turned heated. Next thing I know, he’s leading me through a side door and sneaking us into an empty bedroom.”
“Then what?” Teagan asks when I don’t say anymore.
“What do you mean ‘then what’?” I quip, confused. “We made papier-mâché eggs. What do you think we did?”
“Oy, don’t get smart! Obviously, you had sex, but what did he do first?”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. “You weren’t kidding about wanting to know everything he did.”
“Nope. Where did he touch you first, Lovely?” His voice is low, slithering over my skin in a sensual caress.
I clear my throat. “He, um, immediately grabbed my breasts.”
Teagan’s eyes narrow. “Did he kiss you first at least? Or did he lead youinto the room and just grab you?”
For some reason, describing my first time having sex to Teagan is a turn-on. I can feel heat pooling between my legs. Breathlessly, I say, “When we got in the room, he kissed me, grabbing me at the same time, then we kind of fell on the bed and he reached under my shirt, grabbing me again.” I pause, inhaling deeply. “It didn’t feel good, but I just went with it.”
Releasing my hand, Teagan leans in, pushing me onto my back. A warm hand creeps under my sweatshirt until it reaches my breast. He squeezes gently, brushing a thumb over my nipple. I suck in a sharp breath, immensely grateful that I didn’t put on a bra.
“What next, Layla?” He whispers, eyes locked on mine.
“He…uh…he kissed and sucked on my neck while pushing my shorts down…oh God,” I gasp when he lowers his mouth to my throat, trailing his other hand to the band of my shorts before yanking them down. The cool ocean air has goosebumps spreading over my body. I don’t even care that we’re out in the open.
“Keep going,” he growls in between kisses and nips, his hand just resting on my hip bone.
“Um. He…”
“What did he do after he took your shorts off?” Teagan trails a finger over the top band of my panties, making me shiver.
