In the Grasp, page 3
She is.
Her hand glides across the stiffening bulge in my pants, and the heat from her touch feels scalding even with the layers of clothing separating her skin from mine. Despite having dated for a month, we haven’t done anything but make out. This is the first time she’s touched me like this, and even over my pants, it feels fucking incredible. Her other hand is in my hair, our lips still frantically molding together, tongues gliding across each other. My breathing hitches as she continues to caress me, and I let out a tortured groan.
Oh fuck, this feels good. Too good. I’m going to totally jizz in my pants if she doesn’t stop. I pull away from her, panting for breath, and quickly move her hand off me. Paige looks dazed—and sexy as hell with that damn blush on her face and her lips red and wet from our kissing—when her eyes finally open and meet mine.
“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” She looks a little unsure, and I absolutely cannot stand the idea of her thinking anything negative right now.
“You definitely were doing it right. It felt so good, Paige,” I say, dropping a too brief kiss to her lips. “Too good, if you know what I mean.” It takes her a second before her blush deepens.
“Oh.” She giggles, and she looks so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself. I reach back over and kiss her again before reluctantly pulling away.
“I should probably take you home.”
“It’s still early. We could go for a drive.”
I’m only slightly more experienced than Paige, but we both know what “going for a drive” means around here. It means going to wherever the hot spot is and hooking up. The definition of hooking up tends to vary. Several guys on the football team have used it to describe full-on sex, while a few others use it to mean that they did everything but sex. Either way, it means more than kissing.
But I have no intention of taking Paige’s virginity in my car’s back seat, no matter how nice of a car it is. I want our first time together to be special and unforgettable. Paige is a hopeless romantic; I want to give her the fairytale she’s always dreamed of.
All that being said, I’ve jacked off multiple times a day thinking about Paige. I can’t help but want to go a little further than just making out, especially after a month of tasting her perfect lips.
“Okay. Let’s go for a drive.”
The Sharks are playing dirty tonight. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been sacked during this damn game. I can see Paige in the bleachers, her cheeks rosy from the cold, her fingers fidgeting nervously in front of her. She’s confessed more than once how worried she gets when I get sacked. I can only imagine what tonight is doing to her since I’ve taken more hard hits tonight than this whole season combined.
I take a deep breath and turn my attention to focus on the huddle. We’re down by six. We haven’t lost a homecoming game in ten seasons, and we’re not going to lose now that I’m starting quarterback. I call the play, and we get in position. I focus on the field, the players around me, and block out the sounds of the crowd.
This place is sacred to me. I love the adrenaline rush I get when I’m on the field—the high from the pressure and the nervous energy that comes with trying to complete a play before I get tackled by the opposing side. The excitement that shoots through my body when I lead my team to victory is incredible.
The only thing that’s ever felt better than this is being with Paige.
I can hear the opposing team muttering insults and swearing, typical behavior on the field. I hear #87 on the opposing team mumble some stupid “yo momma” insult, and the tension between the teams is almost palpable. The Eastside Sharks are our biggest rivals, and this year their talent is better than ever.
My mind zeros in on the play—everything disappearing around me except for the players on the field and the football that’s ready and waiting. O’Connor snaps the ball to me, and I look around for my receivers. I can see a Sharks player come barreling toward me, but none of my guys are open. I don’t want to lose yardage, and I’m really sick of getting sacked every other minute. In a last-ditch effort to end the play without setting us back, I chuck the ball wide toward nothing. It’s a dangerous move. The ref could call intentional grounding, but it’s all I can think of in that moment. Luckily, the ref doesn’t call it. My coach, on the other hand, looks pissed at me. It was a dick move, and we both know it. I shake it off and focus on the game.
We get back in line, and O’Connor snaps the ball to me. This time, Ashby is open. The ball spirals beautifully through the air and lands smoothly in his extended hands. Ashby runs toward the end zone and makes it right as another player tackles him.
Touchdown!
Walters, our kicker, boots the ball straight through the goalposts, and victory is ours.
I look up to the stands and spot Paige jumping up and down, cheering, her smile radiant and her eyes filled with joy. I swear she’s my biggest fan and supporter. That girl is unbelievable, and she’s all mine. On instinct, I run over and jump up into the stands, pulling her to me in a deep kiss.
“Fuller!” my coach shouts behind me.
Paige breaks from the kiss breathless, and I turn back to my coach.
“Sorry, Coach. Had to kiss my girl. She’s my good luck charm.”
I smile at Paige, give her one more peck, and then head back to the field. We shake hands with the other team and then head to the locker room. The guys are buzzing with excitement—nothing beats the thrill of a victory. And I’m right there with them, flying high on the energy going around the room. It was a close game, but sometimes those are the best because they keep us focused. We have to work for our win, which makes it more meaningful in the end.
Paige is waiting for me when I walk out of the locker room, showered and changed. She runs into my arms, and I spin her around. Sometimes I still can’t quite believe that this girl is all mine; it feels a little too good to be true.
She smiles up at me. “I was on the edge of my seat that whole game, but I’m so proud of you! You were amazing out there.”
Her belief in me is one of the reasons I love her so much—that and because she’s beautiful inside and out. Paige is, without a doubt, one of the most caring girls I’ve ever met. I’m a lucky guy.
“Hey, wanna go to a celebratory party at the lake? The guys invited us out.”
“Sure. I just need to text my parents to let them know.”
After Paige gets the all clear from her parents, we head to the lake. It’s an absolute madhouse by the time we get there. I don’t know how they get away with doing this every year without the cops coming. Maybe because it’s secluded enough from town, but still, it’s insanity. There are cars everywhere with their headlights on to light up the party. There are a ton of high school kids milling around and a bonfire down near the water.
I grab Paige’s hand to keep her close to me as we wander through the people. Music is playing loudly from someone’s car, and I see a bunch of my teammates dancing with their girlfriends, or whatever girl they happen to be dating this week.
My teammate and friend Nate O’Connor and his girlfriend, Kayla, make their way over to us, and we end up chatting around the bonfire for over an hour. By eleven, we’ve all had some of the alcohol O’Connor snuck out with him, and I’m definitely feeling it. I can’t stop touching Paige. I can tell she’s feeling the effects of the alcohol too, because she keeps giggling and touching me back.
I desperately want to get her alone and reenact that night in my car from last week when we went for a drive and she let me finger her. God, she was so hot—well, she’s always hot, but watching her come apart like that was something out of this world. And the feel of her hands on me when she returned the favor is permanently burned into my memory.
Once O’Connor and Kayla start making out, it’s pretty easy to pull Paige away and take her closer to the trees where we can have a little privacy. I need to get my hands on her bare skin.
We make it to the tree line, and I push her back gently against one of the tall trees. She’s laughing softly, her eyes bright from the buzz of alcohol, even though she only had one drink. If she’d had any more, I wouldn’t even consider doing this, but we’re both only slightly buzzed.
I kiss her deeply, my hand sliding up her shirt to cup her breast. She moans in my mouth, and I lose all sense of control. I kiss her neck, sucking on it hard, and move down. Her shirt is in my way, so I quickly pull it off and slide her bra down. She inhales sharply as I suck on her nipple. I love watching her facial expressions when we’re like this. It’s a better high than being on the field.
Her back arches, pushing her breast farther into my mouth, and I can’t get enough of her. I’m about to unbutton her pants when we hear laughing getting closer. Paige inhales sharply, and I quickly cover her with my body. No way in hell am I letting someone else see Paige like this. All my protective instincts are on high alert. The voices come closer and round the corner to where I thought we were pretty well hidden.
“Fuller, that you?” It’s Donahue, one of our senior defensive linemen. “It is you!”
He slurs his words, and I can just barely make out from the light of the moon that he is completely wasted. The girl on his arm looks pretty trashed too. Before I can respond to Donahue, the girl says something to him and then immediately turns and vomits on the ground.
I think it’s safe to say the mood is officially dead. I can’t hook up with Paige after watching a random girl vomit all her beer, which just so happens to trigger Donahue.
He exclaims, “Oh, fuck, that’s so gross,” before he chokes on the last word and projectile vomit comes out of his mouth.
Let me tell you, there’s nothing more sobering—or disgusting—than watching two people vomit next to each other.
I keep Paige covered while she puts her bra and shirt back on. I check on Donahue and his date to ensure they’ll be okay before heading back toward the party. I fill O’Connor in on Donahue, and he proceeds to grab a couple of bottles of water and head over to find him. With Paige’s hand firmly back in mine, we make a hasty retreat.
“Well, this night didn’t turn out quite like I expected.”
She laughs softly. “That’s okay. We always have tomorrow.”
Ah, yes. The homecoming dance. I definitely plan to get my hands on Paige again tomorrow.
Five
“How do I look?”
My mom and dad look up, and both instantly break into huge grins. I think my dad might even be tearing up a little.
“Dad,” I chide, “don’t cry. This isn’t even prom. It’s just homecoming.”
“Paige, allow me to be a dad. And right now, I’m a dad who can’t believe how grown up his little girl has gotten. You look beautiful, honey.”
I blush a little—I’m a daddy’s girl through and through. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“When will Jack be here?” my mom asks while pulling out her camera.
As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Jack is standing on the other side in a navy blue suit. Jesus, he cleans up well. I mean, I love him in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with his letterman jacket over it, but this cleaned up look is…yummy. His eyes light up, and he inhales sharply when he sees me in my form-fitting, short, navy blue dress with just a hint of cleavage.
“Paige, you look gorgeous.”
I smile brightly at him. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“You ready to go?”
“Not quite yet, you two.” My mom stops us. “I want some pictures.”
The thumping of pop music blares from the speakers set up at the DJ booth when we enter the school gym, where the homecoming dance is being held. It’s decorated with glow in the dark stars and big, round Styrofoam balls that have been painted to look like planets. It’s a galaxy theme to go with the tagline “Out of This World.” It’s totally cheesy, but the room looks stunning. They’ve got string lights set up, so it’s romantic, but also faintly looks like they could be stars in the sky.
Jack and I dance and laugh through more than a dozen songs before I decide I’ve experienced enough of homecoming. We posed for pictures, danced, hung out with friends. Now, I just want to get him alone and finish what we started last night.
We go to our favorite spot—a park with a lot of big, beautiful trees that offer privacy and rarely has anyone around this late at night. The second Jack puts the car in park, we start frantically pawing at each other. I’m relieved to see that I’m not the only one feeling like this. Jack can’t seem to get enough of me, and frankly, I can’t get enough of him either.
I can’t help but wonder if this is normal, to want someone this desperately and passionately even though we’re only sixteen.
I’m distracted from my thoughts as Jack’s mouth crashes against mine. His lips press hard against my own as his tongue darts out to glide along the seam of my lips, before sliding inside. Our tongues continue the dance they’ve perfected while his hands roam over my body. I feverishly try to undo the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel my skin on his. My whole body is vibrating with need, and it almost feels like I’m on fire. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this badly.
He breaks from my lips, his mouth kissing and sucking down my neck to my collarbone, while his fingers urgently wrap around my back to pull my zipper down. With his shirt undone, I roam my hands up and down the flat, toned planes of his stomach. He lets out a shuddering breath—I love how my touch affects him.
“Fuck, Paige. What are you doing to me?” His lips barely leave my skin as he speaks, his fingers gently tugging down the top of my dress. “I never want to stop touching you.”
I whisper seductively in his ear, “Then don’t.”
I don’t know where this wanton version of me comes from, but I’m kind of loving it. Jack makes me feel incredibly confident and sexy. I’m never embarrassed to be forward with him or tell him what I want. I’ve overheard other girls talking about faking it with their boyfriends or just doing what their boyfriends want to do, and I can’t imagine why they would stay with those guys. It’s never once been like that with Jack.
I slide my hands down his abs, following his happy trail, and begin unbuckling his pants. Slipping my hand underneath his boxers, I wrap my fingers around his hard as steel, yet velvety soft erection causing him to groan loudly before whispering my name with a tone of astonished reverence. It doesn’t take long for Jack to fall apart, and it’s a heady feeling knowing that I can bring him to his knees like this.
He turns to me, his eyes half-lidded with lust and satisfaction. “Your turn.”
One thing I love most about my intimacy with Jack is that the pleasure isn’t one-sided. Apparently, that’s rare for a high school relationship like ours.
Jack slips my panties down my legs and slides his hands up. The pleasure I feel when I’m with him is unreal. I never knew I could feel like this. There literally aren’t enough words to describe how amazing it is, but the problem is I never want it to stop. I feel like I’m getting addicted to Jack and the incredible feelings he evokes. Suddenly, he rotates his fingers inside me and starts hitting a spot that triggers blinding pleasure. I explode around him and collapse back against the seat, completely blissed out.
When I finally open my eyes, Jack is smiling at me. “I love watching you come. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I give him a sated smile. “You’re more than welcome to make me come as much as you want.”
He leans across the console to kiss me deeply. “I love you, Paige.”
“I love you too,” I sigh, content in this moment with the boy I love more than anything.
He pulls back, giving me his gorgeous lopsided grin before he sits back in his seat and starts buttoning his pants.
“What are you doing?”
“Buckling my pants. What’s it look like I’m doing?”
I put my hand on his belt to stop him. “What if I want more?”
“More?”
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I think…I think I’m ready for us to go all the way.”
“Paige…” His voice is pained, and all my confidence immediately evaporates.
“You don’t want to?”
I can tell he hears the insecurity in my tone because he immediately cups my face in his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “Paige, I want nothing more than to go all the way with you. But I’m not going to take your virginity in the backseat of my car. You deserve way more than that. I also don’t want to do it until you are for sure ready. I won’t push you into this. But please don’t ever doubt how badly I want to be with you like that, because I do. Desperately. I promise when the time is right, and we’re both sure, we’ll lose our virginity together, okay?”
I nod my head and whisper, “Okay.”
I love Jack more than anything—there’s no doubt in my mind about that—but he’s probably right; it’s too soon. We’ve only been together for two months. Having sex is a big deal, and I really don’t want to lose my virginity in the backseat of his car. I always imagined it would be somewhere romantic and special.
Once again, I’m thankful that Jack is the one I’m experiencing all this with. He doesn’t pressure me, and he knows me well enough to know what I really want and need. We can wait. He’s still going to be my first—and hopefully my only. We have plenty of time before we take that next step.
Six
It’s been six months—six fucking perfect months with Paige. I love her more every day. The guys on my football team tease me all the time for being pussy whipped, but I don’t even try to deny it. Hell yes, I’m pussy whipped by Paige. The guys don’t get it because they don’t love their girls like I love mine. I can see my whole future with Paige, now more than ever.
We still haven’t had sex yet. Since that first night four months ago, we’ve done everything except for sex. Paige has been saying she’s ready—for sure ready—but I didn’t want to push her. I know it’s a big deal for girls. It’s a big deal for me, too, but I care a lot less about the specifics of how it happens. But I know Paige always imagined something special and romantic. I’ve been trying to plan it out. I was thinking about waiting until prom, but that’s still two months away, and it seems a little cliché. I’ll figure it out. I’ve got plenty of time.
