Chapter 29

First kiss. First time. First love

Some might call me a creep, but I say I'm just in love.

I've been awake for over an hour, just lying here watching Chris sleep.

His arms are spread wide, his head turned to the side. I just watch as his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, my head resting on my hands against his chest. My eyes trace over his bare, muscular chest. He didn't look like this in high school. He was skinnier, thinner. And now I have a clue as to why.

My brows furrow as I gaze at the scar on his stomach. How many times did something like that happen and I didn't know it?

Why did he never tell me what was going on?

Last night, we made our way back to our room. I was dripping wet from the hot tub, my dress clinging to my skin, but as soon as the hotel door closed behind us, I turned around and begged him to tell me everything.

And it broke my heart.

What happened the night he left was so different from what I had imagined. I woke up drunk and confused, my last memory of us on the Ferris wheel, and I turned to see my bed empty.

It was very strange since Chris usually slept in my room, especially if it was late. So I called him. And called him. And called him again.

But there was no answer.

I started to panic, my mind racing with worry over where he could be and what might have happened. It wasn't until I hurried to his house and I saw his mom standing at the door instead of Chris, that I knew something was wrong.

I'd never really met his mom before. She was really pretty. Looked just like Chris. Brown hair, brown eyes, and the same gentle smile as she told me that Chris had left.

At first, I thought she meant he had just gone out quickly, maybe to pick something up, and would be back at my place later that day. So, I waited in my driveway, sitting on the cold ground, feeling the chill seep into me as I waited for him to return.

But he never did.

Two weeks later, I received a call from an unknown number and answered it, hearing his voice again as he told me he was in London.

My heart aches as I look down at him sleeping with a faint smile on his face.

Last night was so special. It was our first time.

His first time.

I can't stop thinking about it. I haven't stopped thinking about it since he told me.

He waited for me. He didn't want anyone else but me.

And I've slept with...I don't even know how many people.

The thought twists my stomach as I glance at him. I never thought there was a chance for us, or that he wanted me the way I wanted him. But it turns out he's wanted me longer than I could have imagined.

Lifting my head off my hands, I lean over his body and press a kiss to his chest. I've loved Chris for what feels like my entire life. Whether as best friends or something more, he's always been important to me.

I press another kiss right over his heart, unable to find any other way to express my feelings for him. I love his heart. I love his smile. I love how kind, patient, and understanding he is. Even when he was going through much worse than I was without any support, he still comforted me when I needed him.

I hear a grunt as he blinks awake, looking down at me as I kiss all over his chest.

I glance up at him, continuing to kiss down his body until I reach the curls at the base of his pelvis. Pausing, I lift my head. "Is this okay?" I ask him.

A shaky breath escapes his lips. "Holy shit. Fuck yes."

I grin as my hand reaches down, gripping his hardening cock in my hand and swipe my tongue over the tip. "Yeah?"

"Mmmm," he nods. " God ."

I suck his tip into my mouth, circling my tongue around him. "No one's ever done this to you?" I ask, already knowing the answer. I suck him deeper, and the moan that comes out of him makes me clench around nothing. I love the noises he makes.

So desperate.

So needy.

So fucking hot.

"Only you," he says, letting out a soft noise that drives me insane.

I hum around his dick, bobbing my head up and down as I suck him before I release him with a pop. "I like the sound of that," I say with a grin, stroking his cock.

His eyes soften as he reaches out, running his thumb over my cheek. "You have all my firsts, Gabi," he says. "First kiss. First time. First love."

I lift myself up, crawling closer to him. "I've only ever loved you," I tell him honestly. "You might not have been my first kiss or my first time, but—"

Chris interrupts me with a kiss. He doesn't let me finish my sentence before he grabs my face in his hands and brushes his lips against mine. His tongue swipes across mine. I'm left breathless when he pulls back, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Don't ever feel guilty about that," he says, shaking his head against mine. "I promise I don't hate you for it. I couldn't have expected you to hold off for years when I didn't give you any sign that I loved you."

I know what he's saying is true, but I can't help the curdling feeling in my stomach. "You did," I say, gazing into his soft brown eyes that I love so much. "You didn't know where I stood with you, yet you waited."

"That's different," he says with a sigh.

"How?"

He shrugs. "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember," he admits.

My heart pounds in my chest. I'll never grow tired of hearing him say that.

"Nate?"

Chris's jaw tightens, but he nods, understanding what I mean. "Yeah. I loved you then."

I still remember asking Chris to help me vandalize Nate's car when I found out he was cheating on me. Chris didn't hesitate. He grabbed the can and joined me, even though he knew it was risky and illegal. He was always there for me, no matter what.

I crawl up his body, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Did it hurt?" I ask quietly. "Seeing him with me?"

Chris looks up, meeting my eyes with a sad nod. "I mean, yeah. I hated seeing you guys cuddled up at parties. I hated when he would kiss you, but..." He trails off.

"But?" I prompt.

His eyes lock with mine, and he smiles. "But I spent every night in your bed. I was the one you told everything to, shared everything with." His thumb traces along my waist, his gaze staying fixed on my face even though my breasts are pressed against his jaw. "I loved that way more than I hated seeing a few kisses and some hand-holding."

My heart aches with the love I have for him, and I shake my head, a frown forming between my brows. "How did I not see it?" I say, frustrated with myself for letting so much time pass without realizing how he felt about me.

"I hid it," he says, curling his hand around my waist. "I didn't want anything to ruin our friendship, Gabi."

"Remember the bonfire?" I ask him, my breath catching as his eyebrows furrow.

"Yeah?"

"I was so jealous of Taylor," I admit, both to him and to myself. "I don't think I realized it at the time, but I was jealous."

"Gabi," he says, shaking his head as if he can't believe it.

"I left Nate alone to come and talk to you because I couldn't stand seeing her with you," I tell him. "When you told me you didn't know if something might happen between you two, my heart fucking broke." My throat feels tight, and I swallow hard. "I hated the thought of you being with her."

"I didn't want her," he tells me. "I was just sick of seeing you and your boyfriend together, and—" His jaw clenches, and he shakes his head. "I didn't want anyone but you, Gabi," he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I can't even remember what she looked like."

"She was pretty."

"Not as pretty as you," Chris says, holding my waist in his hands, as he shakes his head. "No one is." His eyes finally drop to my tits that are practically pressed against his mouth and I watch as he swallows, staring at them. "Fuck," he groans, his voice coming out raspy and sexy as hell. "You're so fucking beautiful." He opens his mouth and takes my nipple inside, sucking the sensitive bud.

I buck against him, feeling his tongue tug on the metal bars, before he sucks on them lightly. "That feels…" I can't even speak. I close my eyes, moans trickling out of my throat as he releases me before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. "Chris." A pop rings in my ears when he pulls off, and I snap my eyes open.

"Can I—" He glances up at me, nervous, warily. "Can I try something?" he says, gripping my waist tighter.

I nod, raking my hand through his hair. "Anything."

His lips part on a shaky breath. "I want…" He closes his mouth again, squeezing his eyes closed.

I can't help but smile. "You can say whatever it is," I encourage him. "It's you and me, Chris."

He open his eyes, staring back at me, and nods. "Yeah." His lips curve in a smile. "It's you and me." Those words from his lips make me exhale heavily as he runs his hands down my back, and grips my ass. "I want to eat you out."

A groan climbs out of my throat when he squeezes my ass in his hands.

"I want to lick your pussy and feel you come on my tongue."

"Fuck," I moan, bucking my hips into him. My pussy throbs, and I have no doubt that if he moved his hands to my front, he'd find me dripping for him. "Are you sure you're a virgin?"

A laugh bubbles out of him. "I'm not anymore."

I click my tongue, grinning down at him. "That's right. I popped your cherry."

"You're such an idiot," he says with a grin, leaning closer to kiss me. "Why did I ever tell you that?"

I laugh against his lips, but it dies down when he kisses me, our mouths moving in sync as his tongue swipes over mine. I begin to shift off his lap, so I can lie down on the bed, but Chris stops me, pulling back to look at me.

I frown. "I thought you wanted—"

He shakes his head. "Not like that," he says.

My frown deepens. "Then how—"

"I want you to sit on my face."

Fuck.

"Yeah?" I ask him, breathless at the thought.

He nods, grunting as he bucks his hips up, making contact with my thigh. "Fuck yes."

He lies back on the bed, propped up by two pillows, and his hands grip my hips, pulling me up until I'm straddling his chest, and my pussy is an inch away from his mouth.

"Fuck," Chris grunts, staring down at me as he grips my ass in his hands. "Spread your pussy open," he begs. "Let me see all of you."

My legs shake as I run my hands down my stomach, and slowly spread my pussy open for him.

"Christ, Gabi," he moans, his eyes darkening as he zones in on me. "Come here," he begs. "I'm dying to taste you."

I shuffle on his chest, getting closer to him until his tongue reaches out and licks the length of me in one slow, long lick.

"Oh god," I moan, closing my eyes.

"Teach me how to make it good for you," he says, flicking his tongue over my clit. "Let me know if I'm doing it right."

I grip his hair in my hand, and move my hips. "My clit," I say, moving my pussy over his tongue. "Suck it into your mouth."

He breathes hard against me, and presses soft kisses against my clit, before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks. "Like this?"

"God, yes," I moan, my hips moving frantically over his face. "More," I beg. "Lick me, Chris."

"Fuck, Gabi," he grunts, licking my pussy like an ice cream cone. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. "You taste so fucking good."

He groans, gripping my ass to push my cunt lower onto his tongue, alternating between french kissing my clit, and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure racks through me until I've abandoned any rational thought, and start grinding against his tongue, moving my pussy over him.

"Your mouth feels so… God ." I lean over him, gripping the headboard with one hand as I buck my hips, fucking his tongue.

"Fuck yes," Chris grunts, pulling me down on him. "Ride my tongue, pretty girl. Cover my face with your cum."

"Chris," I moan, bucking into him. I reach up and grab my tit in my hand, squeezing it in my palm as his tongue dips down, stuffing it into my cunt. "Yes. That's it. I'm gonna—"

"You're drenched," he grunts against me, flicking his tongue over my entrance before he makes his way back to my swollen, sensitive clit. "I could live between your legs for the rest of my life."

"Ughh," I moan, gripping the headboard as I ride his face, until the orgasm crashes against me, making my legs shake as I keep grinding against his face.

"God yes," Chris moans, and as my orgasm settles, I look behind my shoulder, noticing his fist curled around his cock. "That was so fucking hot." I turn back around, looking down at his beautiful face, drenched and sporting a grin. "God, Gabi, you taste…" He trails off, shaking his head.

"How do I taste Chris?" I ask with a smirk, raking a hand through his curly hair.

He groans and sits up, bringing our chests together until they press against each other. "See for yourself," he says, before he leans in and our lips meet in a hot and messy kiss. He cups my jaw, opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with mine, and I taste myself on him. I groan into his mouth, slowly moving my hips over his bare cock. I'm never going to get enough of him, and I was an idiot to ever think I could just be his friend.

Chris pulls back, with a pained expression, and a low whimper escapes his lips. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come."

"Eating me out turned you on that much?" I ask, tilting my head with a smirk on my face.

He groans, running his hand through his hair and brushing it back. "You have no fucking idea."

I wrap my arms around his neck and lean closer until our lips meet in a kiss. "Then do something about it," I tell him, making my statement clear when I grind my bare pussy over his hard cock.

He grunts, holding my hips in place. "You want me to fuck you again?"

I shake my head slightly, and Chris furrows his brow. But a smile spreads across my face as I lean in and say, "I want you to make love to me."