Page 61 of Fall From Grace

He looked to the window then back at me with a smirk. “Kind of puts one in the mood, you mean?” He waggled his brows.

I snorted. “So that’s why you brought us somewhere secluded to eat.”

He grinned. “Like I even had to. It’s already dark outside, nobody is going see anything we’re doing with this rain either.”

It suddenly felt a little too stuffy in here. I blinked my eyes and took a deep breath. “Are you sure buying this kind of food was okay?” I asked him. “I want you to be able to save up so that we can spend our senior year together.”

“I’ve been saving for a while so buying you a meal when we’re together isn’t going to change anything,” he informed me before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’m stuffed.” We just stared at each other for a long time before he said, “Finished?”

I started closing all the boxes. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He started helping me. “Get in the back,” he murmured unexpectedly.

My stomach heated as I raised up and slipped between the seats and waited. After he placed the food back in the bag, he jumped out in the rain and opened the back door and climbed inside with me. Once he shut the door, I studied the droplets of water on his face and hair as he turned on the interior light so that we could see better. He then grabbed my legs and pulled them toward him. I fell back against the seat and watched as he tore at my zipper. I grabbed my stomach. “I have a food belly,” I said out of embarrassment, regretting all that food I just ate.

He never lifted his eyes up to meet mine. His focus was solely on what he was doing. “You’re perfect,” was the only thing he said before he yanked my jeans and panties down. I squealed and went to cover myself. It was hard not to feel embarrassment when he was coming on so strong. “Are you getting embarrassed now? If you are then you’re really going to feel it when my face is pressed against your pussy.” I was at a loss for words as he pulled the jeans off my legs. I didn’t know why but hearing him call my vagina that was so unexpected and even a turn-on that he wasn’t afraid to talk dirty with me.

His eyes took me in as he lifted my butt off the seats,literally, he folded me up and held my legs and butt in the air. It started out awkward. “Noah, this is embarrassing,” I screamed but then his mouth came down over me and everything else was forgotten. I bucked but he held me in place as he swiped his tongue over me leisurely at first. “That…,” I started, “feels good.”

He wrapped his arms around my legs and gripped them tighter before letting one of his hands slide next to his mouth. “I’m going to use my fingers too,” he let me know before placing one inside me. Like the first time he did it, it felt foreign at first but quickly became something amazing. He relentlessly hit something inside me that built and with the feel of his tongue against me, I scattered into a million different pieces in what felt like a hundred different ways until I started jerking when the sensation quickly became ticklish now that it was over.

My entire body felt like Jell-O as he gently placed my lower half back down on the seat and came down over top of me. He kissed me with the taste of me on his tongue and when I opened my eyes to see him again, his eyes were heavy and so droopy looking that it was downright sexy.

He played me with his fingers once again. I gasped when one slipped inside and he took the opportunity to conquer my mouth with his tongue. It was wild,terrifyingeven, the way he could unravel me so easily. I wasn’t Grace Harper when he touched me, I was justhisand whatever he wanted me to be.

“Noah,” I cried.

“What is it?” he dared to ask.

“Just take me right now,” I whispered and his finger stilled inside me.

He lifted his head. “You don’t want me to take your virginity in the back of this rusted down Jeep,” he said it like he really believed himself.

“Those things don’t matter to me, you could toss me into the rain and do what you wanted to me and I’d let you because it’syouthat matters.” He continued to look at me in silence. “Don’t you want to?” I asked.

“Are you kidding me? Do you really have to ask?” he asked. “Your pace is my pace,” he whispered before he pulled his finger out and immediately replaced it with two. I jumped from the discomfort and pain. “You’re perfect, Grace, it’s not going to be the most amazing feeling the first time because you’re a virgin.”

“Let’s get rid of the pain,” I whispered. “So that I can enjoy the pleasure with you in the future.”

He smiled softly as he moved his fingers inside me. It still hurt and a bit of unease crept through me at how much more I might feel. I wanted him so much more than my fear of how painful it was going to be though. “Let’s see how much I can work you with my fingers,” he murmured as he wiggled and spread out his fingers inside me. I gasped as he watched me with hooded eyes. He pulled his fingers out before raising up and getting something from his back pocket. He pulled out a condom and scooted me down further. My nerves were a web of excitement and fear as I watched him unzip his jeans and reveal his erection. I still found it strange to look at but at the same time, my mouth felt heavy with the need to do the same to him as he had done to me earlier.

He tore open the condom and wrapped himself before bending down over me. “We’ll stop if it’s too much,” he promised, and all I could do was nod as I wrapped my arms around him. He spread my legs further apart as he sank closer, my stomach was a quivering mess. Then I felt him at my entrance, and it was like there was no entrance for him at all because my body automatically resisted him. He sighed, “You have no idea how much I want this, let me try to get you there with my fingers.” When he started to pull away, I held him tight.

“I know it’s gonna hurt,” I mumbled in his ear. “But I want it to be this way, it might sound silly to you but I want it to be your… not your fingers.” His eyes devoured me whole.

He started making out with me slowly but heavily. It pulled me from my worries until I felt him nudging my entrance again. I tensed, but this time Noah ignored it and spread my legs further apart and pressed harder. I hissed and gripped underneath his shoulders as the pain grew worse. I couldn’t even tell if he was even making any progress but I had already been wet from the orgasm and when he finally forced his way past my entrance, I felt it. I cried into his shoulder as my legs automatically fought to keep him from going any further. “Let me get it all the way in, and I’ll pull it out,” he whispered hoarsely. I felt his arms tremble around me and I wanted more than anything to tell him not to stop but the sad truth of it was, I wanted the pain to stop. I felt no heat anymore, just the tearing and burning of discomfort.

He raised up and looked down at me, placing a hand against my face as he caught the tears that fell. And just like he said, Noah pulled himself out and scooted me over and cradled me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he murmured as he kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “Are you mad? This was my idea and I couldn’t even handle the pain.”

“This is me, Grace, I want you always. I’m not lying in this back seat to hurt you, the only thing I want to give you is pleasure and that’s not what you were feeling. It’ll go a little easier next time.”

“It doesn’t bother you that you didn’t get off?” I asked.

He smirked. “What? Having you wrapped around me, even if only for a minute felt like heaven, I’ll have my way with you in time and I promise it’ll be good for you.”

“See? This is why I always want you. Your words turn me into liquid but no sooner you used that,” I pointed toward his erection pressing against me, “it hurt like hell!”