Summer Nights

I woke up to the sound of jingling. When I opened my eyes, I saw it was Jacob, putting on his pants and buckling his belt.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said, smiling when he noticed my gaze was on him.
“Hey, Jake,” I said, and I stretched. After rubbing my eyes, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and stood.
I showered quickly and then dressed in seconds. Jake was packing up his suitcase. I followed in his example, and there was a melancholy mood in the suite as we proceeded to gather our things. Jake was done first, and he helped me with my stuff. When we were finally done, we headed back to Braxton and Emma’s suite and knocked on the door.
There was a long pause and then Jake knocked on the door more assertively.
Finally, a couple seconds later, the door opened to reveal a disheveled Braxton.
“Hey,” he said breathlessly.
His hair was in a mess but the thing that scared me most was that his shirt was on backwards, his belt was twisted, and his zipper was open. Rustling was heard from inside the room.
“Where’s Emma?” I asked.
“She’s sleeping,” he responded, just as she yelled from inside the room, “Over here!”
“Uhm…she must have just woken up,” he said. “What time is it, anyways?”
“It’s ten,” Jake said, obviously annoyed. “Vaughn and Jack are going to be here any second.”
“Yeah…we’ll be out in…two hours. We haven’t gotten very far with the packing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, we can see that. God, could you at least try to be a bit more discreet?”
“What?” my idiot brother asked.
“It’s so obvious you two were just having sex!” I shouted. At that moment, the same elderly couple that had caught me and Jacob making out in the hallways the other day exited from their own room.
They froze, their eyes wide. Then as they passed, they glared at me.
“What?” I started. “It’s not my fault you two have perfect timing! Jeez!” I rolled my eyes and grabbed Jake by the forearm. He was laughing too hard to object as I pulled him. I left Braxton in the doorway looking confused, and we went down to the beach.

Not a lot happened for the rest of the day. It went by too fast, like last days always did. We were too sad to enjoy it anyways. The band’s gig wasn’t as energetic as usual, as were our moods. So come eight o’clock, we retired quickly, seeing as we were to wake up so early in the morning. Like many other aspects of my life right then, it seemed unreal that we were leaving. Jake was great. He kept trying to cheer me up with his jokes, and most of the time he succeeded.
We were in our bed, staring at each other – he’d finished his book, and I guess this was the last time we would be together exactly like this for a pretty long time – when he suddenly flashed me his lopsided smile.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
I hesitated. "I'll miss this so much. As soon as we're back home, it'll be like half the stuff here never happened. I wish I could remember it all. This has been one of the best vacations ever."
Jake reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair that had fallen across my face. His touch sent shivers down my body.His hand rested on my cheek, and like I'd done a couple days ago, he trailed his thumb over my sensitized lips.
Sometimes I acted impulsively, and this was one of those moments. Before I could stop myself, I'd run my tongue over the pad of his thumb, tasting his skin. I wrapped my lips around his finger and gently pulled it into my mouth, sucking on it.
His breath caught as he groaned my name. My lips released his finger, but I cradled his hands in my own as I brought it to my cheek. I closed my eyes and reluctantly let his hand slip through mine as his fingers tangled through my hair. He pulled back on the locks until there was a slight sting. He'd bared my neck and now his lips attacked the skin there, remembering where my sweet spot was without hesitation and sucking it mercilessly. I literally turned to jelly under his touch. As I let out a load moan, I couldn't help
I wrapped my arms around his waist, before sliding my hands up his back and neck and then fisting my fingers into his soft, blond hair. I shivered as he left that spot and kissed down my collarbone, following the dip in my neckline. It was incredible how he could make me feel. And the thing that scared me most was that I knew he could make it a hundred times better than it already was only if I let myself, if I trusted him, if I submitted myself to him. He was beginning to bring his head back up.
“No,” I gasped, panting. “Don’t stop.”
He met my gaze for a brief second, and I dimly noted how glazed over his eyes were. Mine were probably the same. Then he brought his head back down and pushed me roughly on my back. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and he was kissing right between my breasts. His hands skimmed to the straps of my camisole and bra, and he slid them off my shoulders. He moved his lips to the top of my right breast, before sliding the material off it and moving down to encompass my nipple with his mouth. He began to suck gently and flick it with his tongue. The feeling was as new as it was amazing.
My breaths were coming in short little pants, and it was really hard to breath. There was a deep tingly feeling in my stomach. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed myself into him, both of us gasping when I felt his hardness between us. I pulled his head closer to me. He bit down, somehow still tenderly, and I inhaled sharply.
“Oh, God,” I said as I released the breath, and then he moved his head to my left breast. His hands gripped my sides tightly, arching my back. As he continued to work his magic on my front, he reached a hand back and unclasped my bra. When that was out of the way, thrown somewhere into the depths of the room, he detached himself from my chest and pulled me up into a sitting position. He brought the camisole up and over my head, and I shyly covered myself with my arms, not baring to look into his eyes anymore.
"Wynter," he muttered. "Don't. You're beautiful," he whispered.
I slowly met his eyes again, blushing profusely.
His fingers wrapped around my wrists, and he pulled back my hands. "Don't," he said again.
I leaned down, fighting the urge to cover myself up again. This time, when Jacob dipped back down to my breast, he kneaded the other with his fingers. The pleasure he was giving was surreal. I found myself grinding into his lower half, and he growled in an animalistic way that only managed to turn me on even more.
He then began kissing down my stomach, around my navel, and on the right of my hip bone. I'd always been super ticklish, but his feather-light kisses only made me close my eyes in ecstasy. I knew where his lips were headed, and a thrilling tingle shot up my spine. The little warning light that was buzzing around in my mind was ignored as I reminded myself of how much I wanted Jake.
However, when his hands gently pulled my sweatpants down, over my thighs, knees, and then feet, and he reached back up toward my underwear, my body involuntarily froze. He felt this and looked up from in between my legs. I suddenly realized I was mortally embarrassed and that I was possibly about to start crying.
I gulped as he slid back up my body and laid down beside me. He brought the sheets up to cover me.
“I’m sorry, Wynter. I got carried away,” he muttered, stroking my cheek. “You’re just so beautiful.”
Luckily, no tears had gushed and so I think I was pretty convincing when I said, “I didn’t want you to stop.” I'd barely composed myself, but I knew I wanted to do this. This was the right moment...wasn't it? We were at the beach, so the setting was romantic. It was with a guy I really cared about, so it wasn't like it was a random fling. And my body had never reacted this strongly to anyone before - so I couldn't help but push for more. I was so tired of being a virgin.
Concern filled his gaze. "We don't have to, Wynter. I don't want you to-"
I grabbed his face and crashed our lips together, silencing him. It took a while for me to work a response out of him, but when I managed, I was left breathless all over again. We separated so that we could get another intake of oxygen.
Smiling slightly, he changed tactics as he kissed me gently on the lips for a long time. Then, without wasting any more time, he reached for my underwear. I was breathing really fast, since I was really nervous. They slid down, down, until they were over my thighs, over my knees, over my feet. And then I was completely naked. My legs were clamped shut though, and I closed my eyes tight when he first place his hands on the inside of my thighs. He pushed up, urging me to open myself to him. Hesitatingly, I did. He slowly brought them closer and closer to my center before stopping and, with his palms, separating me. I felt his breath first and I tried to tell myself not to flinch when I would feel him there, but it didn’t work. When his lips came into contact with my sensitive skin, I jumped, my eyes wide, starting unseeingly at the ceiling.
He licked, sucked, and caressed with his warm tongue and lips, tasting me for the first time. I whimpered, unconsciously clamping my thighs shut on his head as he ran his tongue along my slit. He dipped his tongue inside me and then back up.
I shivered, unable to take in the amount of teasing pleasure. “Oh, my God, oh, my God,” I chanted as he stopped at my sensitive nub, sucking slightly. Jake separated my legs for him to have better access, and his actions became harder, rougher, pushing me towards something...something huge. It felt so fucking good I felt like fucking screaming. He began flicking it with his tongue, sucking through his teeth, and even biting it ever-so gently. There was this deep tingling sensation building up there, and after a couple more minutes of this that feeling was so good it was almost unbearable.
Suddenly, I exploded onto his face as my muscles contracted and twitched. I screamed while moving my hips up and down, grinding myself into his face. I’d never experienced anything so amazing or close to this before. I'd never lost control of myself this completely either.
I was left being barely able to breathe as I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes a couple seconds later to see him taking a condom out of his wallet, and I looked away before I would do something that would kill the mood - like laughing hysterically or beginning to cry.
But slowly, curiosity got the best of me, and my gaze hesitantly drifted back to him. This was the first time I’d seen a naked guy in person, and I couldn’t help but to stare at Jake and his perfectly sculpted form.
He was huge. Considering it was my first time - a feeling of dread approached me again. I took deep breathes as he approached, trying to relax me with a reassuring smile. He climbed on to the bed and settled himself between my legs. He lifted my butt onto his thighs and after gently prying my folds open again, I felt his finger at my entrance. I squeaked when he forced it in, slowly. It felt like something was on the verge of tearing. It didn’t feel good, at all. At least I didn’t think I was bleeding.
He stuck in another finger, slowly. I clenched my muscles against him.
“Relax, Wynter,” he said, and I tried to do as he told me. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my clit, proceeding to lick and suck it as he entered both fingers into me. He pulled them out, then back in as I continued to get adjusted.
Finally, he pulled out his fingers completely and positioned his length at my entrance. He looked into my eyes and I forced myself to look back – until he began pushing himself into me – and I had to squeeze my eyes shut. Honestly, this no longer felt good - just wrong. Very, very wrong.
“R-Relax,” he said again, his voice sounding strained, and I tried to unclench my tightened muscles.
I thought about saying I couldn’t. But I wanted to stick this through. I thought about all the people that had sex daily, that said it was good. I thought about Emma. If she could stick it through, so could I. Anyways, it was only supposed to hurt the first time, right?
He stopped pushing and pulled back out, before thrusting in a bit too strong.
I yelped, grabbing the sheets between my fingers and wringing it with all my strength.
“I’m so-so sorry,” he grunted, and a sheet of sweat was forming over his face. His eyes were shut tight in what seemed to be concentration as he pulled out again and went back in, slower. It hurt less, but it was still painful nonetheless. The ripping sensation was overtaken by stinging, and I took a deep breath and held it as he picked up a rhythm in his slow thrusts.
Why was I doing this?
I put the question to the back of my mind and tried to find some sort of pleasure in this. We continued like this for a long time. The stinging sensation soon left too, until it was just a sort of unpleasant feeling.
It was when he reached a hand between us and he started playing with my clit again that I started to feel a semblance of pleasure. And when he thrust himself all the way inside, penetrating me to my core, he hit a spot that made me hiss in contentment.
He grinned lopsidedly, and it was an even sloppier smile than usual. My own body started heating up as he hit that spot over and over, and I arched my back again, giving him better access. While he was still playing my sensitive nub, he leaned down and sucked on my nipple. This overload of sensations suddenly began to be too much, until the pressure in me began to build up again. I realized I was moaning and moving my hips to join his as he thrust into me.
“J-Jake,” I said, gripping his forearms as his thrusts grew irregular. I was close to going over the edge again. I was almost there, but I knew this time it would feel way better.
He leaned down and placed his head against the slope of my shoulder, grinding his pelvis into me and then pulling out and shoving back in.
I fell over the brink as the feeling that had built up exploded, and I opened my mouth in a silent scream when pleasure filled my entire being.
I was barely aware of my surroundings until the massive tingling quieted down a bit. Jake rode it out, grunting, “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” and I noticed how all his muscles were bulging and there was a vein in his forehead that was normally not visible. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he placed his hand under my butt to help lift me up for better access.
He paused in me and I felt him shiver. He pulled back out and then shoved in, and he paused again. This time, before he withdrew, I sensed warmth as something soft filled me, and then he pushed in me once more. I watched as his face relaxed in pure ecstasy, and I felt oddly weird at being privy to this. He slumped down onto me, barely holding his weight up anymore. I had the urge to push him off, but I quenched it. Finally, after twenty or so seconds, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty. He laid down beside me, and he was breathing fairly hard. I’d calmed down by then. We both stared at the ceiling.
Soon after, I realized I wanted to go take a shower and wash myself off. I felt dirty. I couldn’t believe I’d just done what I did. It was honestly not how I’d imagined my first time would be. Sure, eventually it had felt good, but there was no exchange of ‘I-Love-You’s and no candles or such. I wondered if it would be rude to tell him I wanted to go to the bathroom. Shit, but I just couldn't stand the sweat on my skin, the wetness between my thighs.
I turned over on my side and stared out the window at the moon until it became imprinted on my retina. Suddenly, I felt Jake’s arm around me as he pulled me into him again. I was slightly uncomfortable at the skin on skin contact, but I admit it calmed me down a little. I didn’t feel as used, and when he muttered into my hair, “That was amazing,” I remembered why I’d given myself to Jake.
He was the only person that could make me laugh even when I was down, the only guy I felt totally comfortable to be with, the only guy I’d ever liked this much.
I relaxed in his arms, thankful that the hysterical feeling about what I’d done was now passed, and that tears were no longer a threat. I settled more comfortably against him, and I soon fell asleep.