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So with my ass sunny side up, I failed to think about what my ass looked like these
days. Given I don’t spend much time examining my own ass but I had a general idea
of what it looked like from a few curious self-examinations.

“What’s this mark from?” he asked eyeing my ass, I assumed. I was face down in a pillow,
maybe he wasn’t even referring to my ass. My eyes darted behind me and I knew damn
well what he was referring to. The mark Jacob (hockey god) had left me with.

Be honest or not?

“My curling iron?” I lied in the form of a question sucking in an embarrassing choked
breath.

“Highly doubtful,” he flipped me over, hovering between my legs and started laughing,
“unless of course your hair was down to your ass, which it’s not.”

“Alright,” I let out another noise that wasn’t sexy and was in between the snort-giggle
but this one had some spit involved and then I started choking to which Casten raised
his eyebrows more than likely questioning my sanity at this point. If he was smart,
he’d run now.

“I had an interesting encounter with a fairly rough hockey player,” I admitted when
I could speak again.

His attention was diverted though as he unbuckled his belt and then the button on
his jeans. His eyes looked up through his long thick lashes that shadowed his flushed
cheeks, his head still bent forward. He smiled but turned his attention back to his
jeans attempting to remove them. “Well, honey, let’s see if I can show you a better
time than him.”

I kept most of my noises to myself as he removed his jeans standing at the foot of
the bed, his eyes focused on mine. Casten’s way of removing his clothes was painfully
slow but I had a feeling that was part of his plan. The other part was watching my
reaction as though he was administering a lie detector test.

“Are you sure?” he sensed the hesitation once I saw his dick practically jump out
of his boxers with enthusiasm.

I think it was then he could see I wasn’t so sure about this.

“I’m just a little nervous,” I admitted suddenly. “Can we go slow?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, our foreheads pressed together and his lips finding mine, slow
and relaxing. One hand reached around my neck and cradled my head as if he was taking
care of me, showing me how good this could be.

I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous and the tender side he was displaying wasn’t making
it any easier for me.

What would he think of this? Would it be good? I’d never had sex while sober. I was
hardly concentrating on any of that before now. Now I couldn’t get my mind to comprehend
anything, only that I was doing the floppy scared thing I didn’t like so much.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He looked down at me through those lashes again. They
were practically a secret weapon of his that could unlock Fort Knox if needed. He
was about to unlock my Fort Knox for sure.

Positioned between my legs, I could feel the tip of him at my entrance and it sort
of became so real right then. I was about to have sex with the engine builder. My
heart started pounding, a flush of nerves came over me enveloping me in heat that
rose from my neck to my cheeks.

He noticed and smiled softly, waiting, giving me a wink of assurance.

Just when I thought he was going to push forward the rest of the way, Casten laid
there for a moment before sighing.

“I don’t have any condoms,” and then his hand came down roughly on his headboard.
The sound rattled through me, making me jump under him. “Fuck, why didn’t I think
of this before?”

He was not pleased with himself at the lack of planning. Thankfully, for a girl like
me who is seldom responsible, I’m forced to consider this and have been on the shot
since I was sixteen.

“I’m on the shot,” I offered up, watching his reaction. Maybe to ease my nerves, or
his, his lips pressed to mine, tenderly, consuming. I moaned, it was an instinctive
reaction to anything he did to me.

“What?” he mumbled against my skin.

“Birth control. It’s a shot. No one like me needs to be a parent. And I,” I felt weird
for saying this next part, but given my history, I felt it needed to be said, “… get
regular exams.”

His laughter rocked me slightly, his lips returned to mine. “Okay then. Shall we?”

“Yes, lets,” as if we were going to prom or something. It felt like prom night. If
I had, in fact, gone to prom. Which I didn’t. I spent the night with Anna passed out
on the floor in her room after watching
Sweet Sixteen
four times.

Wanting to get this going, and he certainly wasn’t moving fast, I reached down between
us. I needed him inside now.

He wasn’t allowing it though. Gently, his hand grasped my wrist pulling it above my
head—his lips traced down my arm, over my shoulder, and then slowly toward my neck
as he shifted between my legs, his nose tickled against my ear.

He pulled back to look at me. “Last chance,” he whispered.

I didn’t say anything, just leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m just a little nervous.
Talk dirty to me.”

Who was he to deny me, right?

He wouldn’t. I knew that much.

Silenced with a kiss was always a sure thing. After some of the fairly embarrassing
noises I’d already made tonight, I decided silence was golden.

“You look so sexy underneath me,” his voice was strained as he let out a soft grunt
pushing forward. The noise, the force of his words, and hips, were one in the same.
A moment I would probably remember forever. “And see, because you’re sober,” he breathed,
giving me more of his weight, “you can experience
everything
I’m going to give to you right now.”

He filled me, my mind completely blank as I was lost in that exact moment.

His breath was low, in between a gravelly whisper at my ear. “Have you ever heard
of the suck squeeze bang blow process?”

Sweet Jesus.

I shook my head. I knew a little, but wasn’t about to deny the chance at some dirty
talk.

When Casten pushed forward, he grunted. When he pulled out, I whimpered.

It was like denying yourself chocolate for a while and then when you finally have
it, you practically fucking moan in the grocery store because you’ve opened that shit
in the aisle unable to wait another minute for the sweet sugary bliss to touch your
lips.

That was me. And him pulling out? That was denying me of sensations I never thought
were possible.

I was never having sex drunk again.

Oh, well, let’s not get ahead of yourself and make such rash decisions.

His head was buried in my neck, but it didn’t matter. My eyes were closed, reveling
in it all when he spoke again, letting his breath hit my cheek. “An engine, well,
when it’s running, it goes through that suck,” his lips met the pebbled skin of my
neck, “where it draws in air and fuel,” one hand moved to my ass giving me a squeeze,
“then it compresses that air and fuel into a flammable vapor,” his hips pressed forward
going as deep as he could, “and, finally, the bang.” He looked up at me, drawing himself
up on his hands and bending at the waist. “That mixture is ignited,” he watched my
reaction never missing a beat, “there’s a spark from the spark plug and it ignites
that mixture into a controlled burn for the gas to expand.” I knew what was coming
next. The blow. The fucking blow. “Once it’s burned, it’s blown out.” With a wink,
he pulled out slightly, then paused letting his words settle over me. Grinning now,
ridiculous, he shook his head as if, possibly this might have been too much for him
too. “And then the process starts all over again.”

Leaning forward again and giving me his weight, he kissed me tenderly.

I couldn’t focus. It was all way too much. The talking, the movements, his attention,
oh shit
.

Casten was panting, his hips moving slowly but with a certain amount of determination
I knew he was going slow for me, but wanting to go so much faster.

“Hayden ...” Casten panted, stopping short of what he was going to say when I took
that moment to kiss him. I fucking
needed
it.

Gazing down at me, watching, I ran my hands up the tight straining muscles of his
back feeling them flex under my fingers. He shook slightly, his moan captured by his
lips at my chest.

Then I thought, why not make this engine builder beg a little?

Moving my hands from his back, I pushed against the solid muscles in his chest, flexing
under my touch. He pulled back, worry settled on his sweet grass green eyes and then
relaxed when I smiled. “I wanna try something,” I said, winking, feeling a slight
flush creep over my face at the thought of me taking control.

He did the same, pleasantly surprised by my willingness to relax. “By all means, try
something.”

As he moved to lay flat on the mattress, his arms relaxed so that his hands were rested
behind his head, I took that moment to get a good look at this engine builder.

I’ve seen some good looking men before. Hell, his father is one of them.

Get that thought out of your head right fucking now.

Casten, well, he may have been eighteen, but the boy would put most men to shame at
the hard sharp lines of his heavy honed physique. I knew he ran. I knew he worked
out. I’d seen him lifting weights. But to see his body without a shred of clothing
constricting those views, well again, it was like getting chocolate. To know that’s
the result of pushing your body, it kind of made me want to work out.

Nah, don’t get all crazy. It’s just your hormones.

So there I was, enjoying the view when Casten moved his left hand from behind his
head and squeezed my knee. “You gonna fuck me or stare at me?”

That snapped me out of it. That and him, ready, waiting for me.

Straddling him, I did one better and turned around so I was trying the whole reverse
cowgirl shit Anna said guys loved so much. I even did the thing where I looked over
my shoulder at him as I slid down him, watching his reaction.

His reaction?

Nothing I’d ever seen before. It was as if I was granting his unspoken sexual fantasy.
His eyes darkened, his brow furrowed and then he relaxed, letting his head fall back
to hit the mattress. I felt his knees raise ever so slightly, his back arching as
he pulled up on his elbows but didn’t lift his head.

Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I made a man go weak.

He said nothing. I’m not sure he could.

I wanted to feel him closer. I wasn’t sure this reverse cowgirl thing was the position
for me, but I kept with it for about a minute. It wasn’t long and his hands had a
firm grasp on my ass, moving me faster, his legs tensed with every roll of my hips.

Leaning back on my hands, and then my elbows, I brought myself in-line with him so
my back was touching his chest.

The new position caused him to groan burying his face in my neck. The scrap of his
jaw against me caused me to shiver. I was rocking against him, forcing myself into
him determined to waiver that control, the benefit for me so indescribable.

Casten’s hands stayed on my hips, gripping tightly, so tight that I’m sure his knuckles
were white, the muscles in his steel arms flexing with each move. His hands were certainly
busy, so, needing relief too, I moved one hand to my center and put the other one
over my head to take a firm grasp on that wavy mess of hair I’d been dying to thread
my fingers in.

I’m not sure if it was me touching myself that got to him, but something had changed
and I knew where it was going.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his knees bent—his feet flat on his mattress—throwing himself
into his movements raising his hips. “You don’t know how hard it was for me not to
throw you over that engine the other night.”

I had a pretty good idea, buddy.

The giggle-choke-and-snort-lack-of-dignity returned.

He paid my noises no mind.

“Shit, Hayden,” his hips flexed forward, rocking, in a couple quick movements before
he stilled completely, his body arched back as the muscles in his body locked down.

Well, fuck. That was, good, but I didn’t get there.

I sighed, my body shaking as my hand fell away and I stayed laying on top of him.
I felt Casten draw in a heavy breath, still panting slightly.

Swallowing, trying to make sense of everything and lift myself from the haze, Casten
let out another deep breath and moved me off him. When he pulled out, I felt myself
whimper internally at the thought of not being connected to him any longer.

And then, he was there rolling to his side, in my face, kissing me. “You didn’t …
did you?” his lips left wet warm spots on me.

He knew. Of course he knew.

I shrugged, a shyness settled over me. How could I actually admit that?

Well, normally, if I was drunk, I would have said, you better right this situation,
dude.

But now, so much more would go unsaid. I was kind of in a comprisable state when you
think about it.

Turns out, I didn’t have to answer.

He knew.

I was still on my back, my hands resting on my bare stomach when Casten sat up and
twisted to look back at me. He grinned, a little sexy, a little wicked and raised
up on his hands and knees climbing over me. I thought, for a second he was going back
in for round two, his erection pressing against my thigh, but he surprised me and
his face came in line with my hips, then lower.

Oh God.

Licking his lips, his eyes kept there trance on mine as he lowered his face to the
Promise Land with confidence.

I did the only rational thing a woman in my position would do. Hyperventilated.

I might point out, no one had ever went down on me. I had absolutely no experience
in this area. I’m not sure why they hadn’t. No one ever tried.

My eyes went wide, and he must have sensed it when he smiled again, a reassuring one.
“Relax, pretty girl. I’ll take
good
care of you.”

And that he did. From the moment his lips touched me down there he treated me as if
I was some kind of special piece of candy he’d never had before, savoring the flavor,
memorizing it’s very distinct essence in every way.