Chapter 8

Dash growled, pushing me against the bathroom door, kissing me passionately before I could even let out a squeak.

My hands dropped to his wrists as his large palms held me in place, controlling the kiss. He was showing me how he liked it, and I was putty in his hands, going with it. My brain was frying, and I was doing my best not to hyperventilate because it worked. All that talking got me to where I wanted to be.

“One night.” His lips were essentially on mine as he spoke, almost like he couldn’t bear to be away from me. It was hot. His tongue dipped into my mouth, swallowing any hope of a verbal response.

I drew my head back, whimpering into the kiss as I let him take me wherever he wanted to go. Dash’s hands were at my hips as he slipped them under my sweatshirt, before pulling it off. I helped to push it over my head and dropped it to the floor.

Breathing out, I adjusted my wrinkled white T-shirt as I felt his gaze roam my body. Goose bumps flared across my arms because he was silent, and I thought he might be having second thoughts.

“You okay, Big Man?” I asked with a hard swallow.

“One night,” he reconfirmed like he was a broken computer. “That’s it. Just one night.” It sounded more like a threat than anything else.

“Exactly.”

“Are you sure you can handle something like that?” There was unease in his voice. The real answer for me was that I wasn’t sure. I’d never had sex, so I didn’t know how it would affect our relationship, but now that Dash was on offer to be my first, there was no way I would back down.

“I can. Can you?”

He quietly contemplated, and again, I knew Dash. The quieter he was, the more likely he was thinking himself out of doing anything. So I did something that I knew would prove my commitment. I showed him my pinkie finger, and he glared at it with surprise. The significance wasn’t lost on either of us. Cade and Dash pinkie promised on everything when they were younger. They did it when they were deciding which high school to go to, which friends to hang out with. They even pinkie promised on going to Covey U together and getting on the same team. How they managed to make that come true was beyond me, but I had some theories it had to do with the power of the promise.

This promise was just as important as the others.

He dropped his hand, sliding it down my arm, and when his pinkie wrapped around mine, I nearly fainted.

Not only was it a behemoth of a pinkie because it was the size of a normal person’s index finger, but he’d agreed to sleep with me. It was all there, set in stone. Or flesh if you wanted to be pedantic.

“One night just between you and me,” he said lowly, but I could hear the determination in his voice.

“No one has to know.”

“No one has to know,” he repeated, and as our fingers stayed wrapped around each other, I felt our fate sealing in that one moment.

My body shivered, and I hoped to everything holy that I hadn’t just broken out in hives because there was no way I was wasting this one opportunity. Dash Bridges and I were going to fool around, and if that was all I could get, then I’d take it.

“This is going to be one hell of a night,” he said, his eyes firmly on my breasts. I poked them out, wanting to feel sexy for the first time in my life, but also not wanting to give away that I was a virgin because I knew Dash. He was the righteous, chivalrous type and would suggest I save it for the guy I loved. He wouldn’t want us to go through with it. What he didn’t realize was that it was him I wanted.

Stepping back from me, he reached down and pulled open a drawer beside the sink where there were several new toothbrushes and an undeniably large pack of condoms.

Seriously, how many did one guy need?

“Got enough in there?” I blurted before thinking. When he looked at me with furrowed brows, my mind thought it would be good to keep talking. “Because, you know, you have enough condoms and toothbrushes in there to have a new girl over once a night.”

He glanced down at the drawer and took the box of condoms out. Sighing, he placed it on the vanity beside us. My gaze had dropped to my hands because I suddenly felt like I was in over my head in this situation. I thought finally getting the guy I always wanted would make me feel less insecure, not more.

Wrapping his hands in mine, he brought them to his chest and waited for me to look at him. It took some time, but when I gained the courage to tip my chin up, Dash was watching me with intent.

“Do you really think that I have girls here all the time?”

“I didn’t, but that drawer…”

“Is full because I’ve never used any of the stuff in there. Erik bought enough condoms for the entire team when we moved in two years ago. I found all that stuff in there before I’d even unpacked on my first day. Come to think of it, they’ve been sitting there so long, they’ve probably expired.”

He picked up the box, flipped it over, laughed, then showed me. “Someone is looking down on us because they’re expiring in a week.”

I crinkled my nose, looking at the still-sealed pack, and huffed out a nervous laugh because it made sense. Dash hadn’t brought any other girls home since he started college, and he didn’t like people on the best of days. He wasn’t like other hockey players. He was quiet and broody. I’d seen the way he reacted to those girls at The Draft. The only one he was interested in was me. He wasn’t sleeping with girls every night, and I knew it. My brain just had a momentary freak out similar to when I saw Sienna.

“Why would Erik buy you condoms in bulk?”

“Because he’s addicted to Costco. Have you ever been in his room?” I shook my head. “Last Christmas, he brought back two six-foot nutcrackers and planned on displaying them in the common room, but see, Alex hates clowns, and a nutcracker is essentially their creepy Christmas cousin. Alex freaked out so much when he saw them, he slept on Scotty’s floor for a week.”

“Did Erik return them?”

“Nope. He has to keep them in his room year-round. They sit at the end of his bed like they’re guarding the place. I’m surprised any girls walk out in the morning, considering how freaky they are.”

I let out a breath, but my face must have looked off because he asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

“Yes,” I said meekly, feeling foolish for calling him out because someone more experienced wouldn’t be accidentally shaming their potential partner.

Dash didn’t let me sit on that feeling for long. He tipped my chin up so I could look him in the eye, and watched me expectantly, waiting for a better answer because he knew something was up.

“Look, I know you’ve had sex. Haven’t we all?” Did I sound believable? He didn’t balk, so I hoped so. “I’m just not a guy on the hockey team, so my roster might be a little shorter than yours, but that’s not a problem, is it? If it’s only for one night?”

Dash bent down. “First, I think you’re vastly overestimating my numbers. But either way, it doesn’t bother me, and I want you to know that I’m not going to push you into anything. You tell me, and we can stop whenever you want.”

I almost snorted at his response because, like I would ever ask him to stop.

“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s open that box and get started.” I rubbed my hands together, doing my best to rid myself of any nervous energy. “How many do you think we can get through tonight? Seven? Eight?” Again, if this was the only time I could have with Dash, then I was going to make it count.

He chuckled as he opened the box and pulled out one lone condom.

My face fell. One time? Well, that was mildly disappointing.

“Without getting too clinical over this, I’ll leave these here so we can come back for more, but let’s see how things go the first time before we commit to anything else.”

I nodded, swallowing down my nervousness. I didn’t need to be anxious because I knew Dash would take care of me even if he didn’t know this was my first time.

Putting the condom in his jeans pocket, he leaned down to give me another kiss, and as he pulled away, he smiled, taking my face in thoroughly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you like that.”

“Probably not as long as I’ve wanted you to.”

His fingers tickled against my jeans, skirting around the back until he was holding my thighs. Then he picked me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Kissing my collarbone, he managed to kick open the bathroom door and walk us back into his bedroom.

“Now, Madison, remember. The guys are probably asleep, and this room doesn’t have the best soundproof qualities. You’re going to have to be quiet.”

“Then you’re going to have to shut me up.”

He paused and looked at me with surprise. I would too, because did I just say that? Well, maybe I was feeling more confident than I thought.

A smirk pulled at one side of his face. “I can think of plenty of ways to do that.”

I giggled as he carried me over to his bed, deliriously happy that he accepted my deal. When he dropped me onto his sheets, I fell back, ready for whatever he wanted to do. Oh, all the possibilities were running through my head, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to start with. Judging by the look in his eyes, he didn’t know either.

My feet were teetering at the end of the mattress, and Dash silently dropped to his knees as he got onto the bed, prowling forward until a hand was resting on either side of my head. His deep brown eyes stared into me before he kissed me again. Long and full, as though he was conveying a message with it.

As I ran a hand through Dash’s hair, I turned my face to give him better access to my neck. Kissing and nipping his way down to my collarbone, I was already lost in him.

But then he pulled away and looked down at me. “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded.

“Has a guy ever made you come with just his fingers?”

“Umm.”

“It’s not a hard answer, Madison. Has a guy ever made you so dripping wet from his mere touch that you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around his fingers?”

I gulped because I wasn’t expecting Dash to talk like that. The guy who barely liked to talk at all, wanted to whisper dirty things into my ear, and I loved it.

“Madison,” he growled. I felt this burst of confidence as I arched my back because I didn’t want him to stop touching me. He was treating me like any other girl. Not like I was his best friend’s sister. Or that I was a virgin. He was treating me like a regular hookup. Dirty and illicit. Exactly the way I wanted to see Dash. I bit down on my bottom lip, flicking my gaze to his with a challenging glare. “I’m the only one that has ever been able to get me off.”

Was that a white lie since no one else had tried?

“Then let’s see if I can change that.”

With his lips pursed, he let his hands glide under my shirt again. Only this time, they kept pushing the fabric up until I had to raise my arms and shuck it over my head. Dash’s hands rubbed against my sides, warming me up, but I didn’t need it. The heat from his glare was more than enough to keep me warm.

With just a white cotton lace bra on, I felt a little self-conscious. We were definitely teetering into unchartered territory now.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Dash dropped a kiss to the center of my breasts, and I sucked in a harsh breath. They weren’t huge, and I’d always been a little self-conscious of that fact, but when Dash’s hand smothered them, I felt like a goddess .

His fingers dragged over the fabric, flipping the cup down to expose my nipples. “And I’ve been thinking about doing this for the longest time.” He licked his lips, his mouth on me before I could think. My back arched and I could hardly breathe because, even though I’d thought about what it might feel like to have Dash do this to me, I’d never imagined it quite like this.

My body was shaking, my hips were bucking of their own accord because Dash was flicking his warm tongue across my nipple like it was my clit. After the intense buildup earlier, there was no way I wasn’t going to come from this.

His free hand dropped to my hip as he gently tapered down any movement, which only made the buildup more intense. I was hot, longing to feel him completely against me, but he was hell-bent on lavishing my breasts in attention before anything else could happen.

Leaving a trail of kisses up my body, he kissed me fully when he got to my mouth. “Are you wet for me, Madison?” he asked against my mouth, his body now smothering mine. At some point, my legs had fallen all the way open, making it easy for him to rub his jean-covered crotch against my center.

We might have been fully dressed below, but the friction and his hands were more than enough to get me off if he wanted to.

I gulped. “Yes.”

“Will you come if I keep doing this?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed me one more time before bringing himself back down to my nipples.

Nipping, licking, biting. Nothing was out of bounds when it came to my chest, and with every kiss and scrape, I was getting closer and closer to the precipice.

Right on the edge, and I’d hardly been touched where I needed it most.

I gripped the back of his arms, digging my nails in to try to ease the pleasure slowly simmering to a boiling point. When his tongue flicked across my nipple in just the right way, there was no stopping my climax now.

“Dash!” I cried out, louder than I’d intended, but I couldn’t believe what was happening. My hips were bucking wildly, but he held them down with his thigh, letting me ride my orgasm out against it.

Breathing heavily, it took me a second to regain my composure. Unfortunately, when I did, shame replaced any of my euphoria.

Dash wasn’t looking at me, his head was buried between my neck and shoulder, and I was left staring at his ceiling, feeling drained.

My jeans were still on, my panties were wet, and I felt like I needed a long nap to recover from that.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pushed himself up with his arms. “Did that not feel good?”

“It felt great.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to throw up?” he asked and looked genuinely curious for the answer.

“I, uh, just wanted to know what it felt like to have you touch me. You know, without jeans and all that stuff in the way.”

“Did you think we were done?” he whispered as he shucked his own shirt off, throwing it across the room. Then he stood from the bed and swiftly removed his jeans. I nearly choked because, wow. I was not prepared to see Dash in just a pair of tight black boxers. Sure, I’d seen him swimming with my brother when we were younger, but in the last two years, he’d bulked up. He was cut to the point that I wanted to count every muscle on his stomach.

My entire body felt like jelly, so when he made his way back to the bed, I let him do his thing and pull my jeans and thong off in one go. I helped him along by shrugging off the straps of my bra and unclasping it. Then, I threw it to the side. What was supposed to happen after that evaded me. I was naked. Did I open my legs wide for him? That seemed a little presumptuous, but did keeping them closed make it seem like I was having second thoughts?

Dash decided for me. His hands skated up my bare legs until he got to my knees, then he pushed them up, so my legs were bent. Kneeling in front of me, he opened them wide enough so that he could fit in between them.

I felt the cold air against my center and closed my eyes because it almost felt like a pelvic exam. Damn, I wished I’d prepared myself. I kept it neat down there, but if I had known Dash would be anywhere near me, then I would have gotten a wax or something.

Dash was silent for far too long, so I opened one eye and saw him just studying my center.

“Fuck,” he drew out. “I wanted to take my time, but I think I might come just looking at you.”

“Then get inside me.”

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “So eager.”

“Can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.” Not to mention that I really didn’t want him to stop.

“All right.” He pushed his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, and I looked up to the ceiling as he pulled them down. The reality was, I’d seen the outline of Dash’s dick through those boxers, and if I saw the real thing, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go through with actually sleeping with him.

When the mattress dipped, my heart raced because this was it. I was about to lose my virginity to Dash, and I was excited but scared to death at the same time.

When he climbed on top of me, I shivered, feeling his naked skin caress mine. It felt nice as he left kisses across my collarbone. While I was trying to decipher if that giant rod-like thing brushing across my thigh was Dash’s dick or leg, his hand descended to my center.

My pulse was so high, I couldn’t think straight, and breathing became tough because he was about to touch me. This was happening. I was about to lose my virginity to my high school crush.

Oh my god.

Don’t hyperventilate.

Swallowing, I closed my eyes and did my best to relax. Dash was still kissing my neck, oblivious to the fact that I was mildly freaking out over one of my biggest dreams coming true, even though I wasn’t sure I was ready for it.

I let out a satisfied sigh as his fingers touched my clit. It was just a whisper of a touch, but I’d never known what that felt like before. It was exciting and hot, and I didn’t want it to stop.

“What a good girl. Already so wet for me,” he breathed out with satisfaction as he drew lazy circles around my clit. Was I supposed to lose my vision? Because all I wanted to do was roll my eyes to the back of my head.

He dropped his fingers, exploring the rest of my pussy, but then I had a thought. What if he put his fingers inside me? Would he realize I was a virgin? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to find out tonight.

“Please, Dash. Just fuck me already,” I quipped.

He drew back and looked at me with surprise, but I pulled him in for a kiss before he could ask questions. His shoulder muscles relaxed, and his body lay on top of mine.

That was when I felt it again. It wasn’t his leg. It was apparently his giant cock that was supposed to fit inside me. Every time his dick brushed against my thigh, a shiver ran through my bones because I was nervous. I was so close to it actually happening or having the entire thing blow up in my face.

I pulled away from his mouth to say, “I’ve waited so long for this, I just want to feel you inside me.”

A hint of a smile pulled across his lips. “Whatever you want, Madison.”

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the condom that he’d apparently taken out of his jeans, and opened the packet. I arched my back and closed my eyes as I glared at the ceiling, willing myself not to look down.

“Everything okay?” Dash asked.

“Yup, everything’s fine. I’m just aware that we need to be quiet, and I’ve been told I’m a screamer before.” It wasn’t a lie. I had been told that, just not in this context.

He let out a chuckle before laying his body on top of mine.

“I guess that means I’m going to have to keep you quiet?”

I opened my eyes once again, happy that I could only see Dash’s face. His hand dipped between us, and he ran his fingers across my slit, gathering the wetness before teasing my clit for a few seconds. Then he kissed me, and the motion immediately made me relax. It was as though he knew I was nervous and could figure out the right way to calm me down.

He relaxed his forehead against mine just as I felt the head of his cock nudging at my center.

This was it .

There was no backing out now.

Not that I wanted to.

I couldn’t wait to feel him, but wow. It almost felt like there should be a marching band ready to celebrate.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I nodded and took a sharp breath the minute he pushed in ever so slightly. I guessed that maybe he was in less than an inch, but the feeling was enough to make me moan involuntarily because it felt odd. The noise was loud enough that it forced Dash to smother my mouth with his hand.

“Shhh. If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to stop. Do you want that?”

With wide eyes, I shook my head. “Then be a good girl and don’t make a sound. Bite down on my palm if you need to. Whatever, but I don’t want to stop this. You’re so fucking tight.”

This time, I nodded, and he pushed himself in further. It was faster than I would have liked, but he had no idea this was my first time, so why would he be careful?

“Fuck, Madison,” he growled, and I held my breath, trying to ignore that pinch of pain radiating at my core. It would pass. I knew that, but it didn’t stop tears prickling from my eyes as he pushed in further.

He was huge.

I gripped on to his shoulders and crushed my eyes shut, biting down on his palm, which made me taste my own arousal.

When was this going to feel good?

He suddenly stopped, stilling inside me. “Madison,” he gritted out as he moved his hand from my mouth.

“Are you inside me yet?” I asked with my eyes still closed.

“Not completely.”

Not completely?! How much more did he have to put in there?

“Is there something you forgot to tell me?” he asked with pointed annoyance, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was inside me. We both knew what I neglected to tell him, but I figured I could play dumb for a little longer.

“Nope. Nothing,” I squeaked out. I had to admit that this little interlude had stopped him from moving, which helped me adjust to his size. So much so that my hips started to wiggle to try to take more of him in. Maybe I was about to enjoy this.

“Madison, are you a virgin?”

I huffed out a laugh. “You’re having sex with me right now, so the answer is no.”

“Fuck,” he whispered sharply, banging the mattress next to me. “I thought you lost your virginity to Henry in high school?”

I gulped, looking anywhere but at the man who had his penis inside me. “Umm, funny story. That was the plan, but you found him cheating on me hours before that could happen.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t do this. What was I thinking?”

He was about to pull out, but I didn’t let him. I clamped my legs around his waist and braced the back of his neck with my hands. “Please. Don’t stop. I want this. I wanted it to be you. You wouldn’t stop with anyone else, so don’t make me the exception. You agreed to one night, and this is the one night I want.”

His lips were pressed together, and he studied me intently. In that moment, I knew. I’d lost him. I shouldn’t have lied. He was going to stop because he was regretting it, and he was going to leave me as a half-virgin since he wasn’t technically all the way in.

I closed my eyes, and this time the tears falling were from the sad reality that I couldn’t even do a one-night hookup right.

Surprisingly, Dash’s lips met mine, and he kissed me slowly. Almost like he was savoring it. It was enough to coax me out of my thoughts and open my eyes. All I saw was Dash. Towering above me, unmoving, but watching me with an emotion I couldn’t decipher.

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Because I’m not going to.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” I couldn’t figure out if he was happy or sad about it. “But I am going to make sure it feels good for you. I mean, fuck, Madison. Why the hell didn’t you say anything?” He started moving ever so slightly, and my legs quivered but automatically opened for him.

“I didn’t think you’d go through with our deal if you knew. ”

“You got that right.” He muttered something else under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out.

Then, he kissed me again, and this time there was a gentleness behind it. It didn’t just warm my body, it warmed my soul, and my bones melted in relief.

“Has it been hurting?” He was lightly pulsing inside me now, watching my face for any sign of pain.

“A little.” I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed at the confession because I wanted it so badly, but now that I had it, I felt guilty that I forced Dash to take it.

“Okay, well, I’m sorry, but this might hurt a little more.”

“I understand, but please don’t stop.”

He slid his lips across mine as he pushed himself further in, swallowing my whimper. I felt his fingers skate across my clit, and he gently caressed me as he continued thrusting. There was another pinch of pain, but it went away a lot quicker with Dash’s hand working on me.

“Almost there,” he whispered, and with another push, that was it. “Good girl.” The pain subsided to the point that it started to feel almost pleasurable.

“Keep moving.” I squeezed his arms, wanting to feel it all. My hips rocked against his as he started to develop a rhythm. One that I was matching. Each and every thrust.

Dash’s hot breath skated down my chest as he thrust into me. I couldn’t help but watch him. With his eyes closed, his breathing was labored, and his skin was red from the heat.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he whispered, looking down at me. “Look at you. Taking me all in that tight little pussy of yours.”

I scraped my nails across his chest, painting his pecs with scratches, which only pushed him to go harder.

He kissed me again, our bodies connected in every possible way, and I felt something deep in me burn bright. It wasn’t my pending orgasm, which had somehow managed to build after all that pain, but something else. Something a little deeper. Something harder to describe.

Dash’s hand pulled at my thigh, changing the angle, and as I whimpered, he covered it with a kiss .

His body was hitting me in just the right spot now, and I was right on the edge again.

“Just one night,” Dash said in barely a whisper against my lips as I came.

Stars burst in my vision, and my back arched, trying to get as much of him as possible.

That was it.

I fell back onto the bed, with Dash on top of me. I couldn’t move. My legs were tingling, and my heart was pounding. That was the best experience of my life.

Dash stayed inside me for a few seconds, letting our sticky bodies come down from our highs. He kissed my shoulder, then gently eased out of me.

Nothing was said as he rolled off the bed and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. I had to admit, that wasn’t exactly how I imagined things ending.

When he came out of the bathroom with a washcloth, I was confused. Pushing the sheets back, Dash sat on the edge of the bed, next to my hips. He gently opened my legs and to my surprise, he put the warm washcloth against my center.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat as it eased my pain.

“I’ve got some acetaminophen in the bedside table. I’ll get you some water when I’m done here.”

His hands continued massaging me, and would it be weird to tell him that it was kind of turning me on again? Was it normal to be this insatiable after the first time?

After cleaning me up, he made his way back to the bathroom and came out with a drink, placing it by my side.

“Thank you,” I said in barely a whisper.

He rounded the bed, getting in on the other side and dragged me into his still naked body.

“Just one night.” He spoke so softly that if it weren’t so quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it.

I knew he’d start repeating that to himself, but how could he really think that was possible now? That connection. It wasn’t just sex. That was a life-altering experience, and I needed more.

“How are you feeling?” Dash kissed just behind my ear as his fingers pressed into my hips.

“Good.” I swallowed, knowing that something needed to be said. “I’m sorry. I should have told you that I was a virgin.”

“You should have.”

“I was just worried you wouldn’t go through with it.” I was about to go into a tirade about why and apologize again, but Dash started talking before I could.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t have. You should have told me, but I’m so damn happy you didn’t.”

It took me a minute to really take in what he was saying. I blamed the post-orgasmic haze, but when I realized that was his way of telling me he didn’t regret it, I smiled, burrowing my body even further into his giant frame.

He held me tighter, leaving the smallest of kisses across my head, making my heart skip a beat.

Tonight was perfect. It was everything I wanted, and as Dash whispered sweet nothings into my ear, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.