I wiped my sweaty palms over my shorts as the car turned off into his street. My heartbeat escalated when his house came into view. A few seconds later we pulled up in front of it. I reached out to open the door, but paused when Patrick placed his hands on my arm. Sucking in a breath, I glanced at him.

“Does your father know about this?”

“What do you think?” I muttered with a smirk.

He rubbed a hand down his face before glancing at the house then back to me. “Look, you're old enough to make your own choices so I'm not going to interfere, but I need to know this. Is this what you really want?” I frowned at him ready to question him, but he shook his head. “I was your age once so I understand the urges and the curiosity that comes with it. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret.”

“We're not having sex,” I muttered, leaning back against the seat.

“Not yet.” My cheeks heated. “I know what I walked in on Alia and I could see the attraction between the two of you. You're inexperienced but he's not. Like I said, I'm not going to interfere but if he does something that makes you scared, I want you to leave. I've seen a lot of shit in my life and I don't want that to happen to you. Promise me if things get out of hand and he scares you that you'll end it.”

I nodded as I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. My own father would never have said anything like this to me. He would never say anything period! He was always busy looking for thing to yell at me. Like the accident. The moment he got home he was in my face about it. Mom didn't even stop him when he yelled at me. He didn't even ask me if I was okay or if I needed anything.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

My eyes fell on him only for a second. If I looked at him any longer then I would definitely burst into tears.

“Do you want me to come pick you up?” I paused. “Just call me when you're done. I told you're mom we'd be working on the car.”

A tear dripped down my cheeks but I quickly wiped it away. Giving him a small smile, I grabbed my bag before climbing out of the car. I was conscious of his eyes one me as I walked to the front door. The doorbell echoed around the house as I pressed the small button next to the door. My hands clutched the end of my shirt nervously when the door opened.  

“Hi,” I whispered, doing my best to avoid his eyes.

“Hi,” he muttered, “he's not going to come in here and skin me alive, is he?”

My lips pulled up into a smile as I raised my head to look up at him. Stephen was watching me with unreadable eyes.

“Not if you don't give him any reason to.”

His lips twitched but he didn't smile. Stephen stood aside for me to enter the house. I watched as he waved at Patrick before closing the front door. Our eyes locked when he turned around.

“How's your head?”

“It's fine. Don't you have to work today?”

“Not until two.” He stepped towards me. “I didn't get a hello kiss.” Stephen turned his head and taped his cheek with a finger.

I blushed, but leaned up on tiptoes to press my lips against his cheek. He turned his head at the last minute which made my lips connect with his instead. An arm wrapped around my waist to press me against his body as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, I was clutching the material of his shirt tightly. He nibbled my lips before pulling back completely.

“Would you like something to drink?” I shook my head.

Stephen walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water. I was waiting for him to start asking about the message but he didn't. Instead he took my hand and led me up the stairs. We turned left and then walked down a hall until we reached a door that stood open. The room was almost as big as the living room downstairs.

Directly in front of me was a queen size bed pushed up against the wall with black wood bedside tables on either side. Each table held a simple lamp. To the left was a small sitting room with a flat screen mounted on the wall.

There was also a window seat at a large window which gave a perfect view of the back yard. To the left of the room was a door which led into a bathroom and another into a closet. The walls were painted white and the furniture was in dark colors.

There were no photos or anything personal about him in the room.

“Did you make that list?” he asked softly.

I turned to face him. He stood in front of a desk that was littered with papers. A computer took up the left side of it.

“Yes,” I muttered. “I finished it last night.”

“Good.”

Without sparing me a glance he made his way into the bathroom. I only had to wait a minute before he walked out again. Stephen carried a floor length mirror that was just a few inches taller than him.

He placed it in front of the bed before turning to me. I walked toward him with uncertain steps. His hands were placed on my shoulders to turn me around in front of him.

“Tell me what you hate about yourself.”

“I h-have small breasts.” I swallowed. My face heated when his eyes caught mine in the mirror. “M-my stomach isn't f-flat or muscled. I h-have t-thick thighs and l-love handles.”

“Is that all?” I nodded. “Now you're going to listen to me,” his hands trailed down my arms. I gasped when he suddenly cupped my breasts. “These are perfect because they fit into my hands perfectly,” one hand slid over my stomach, “I love the curve of your stomach,” his hands gripped my hips, “and I love the fact that you have love handles. Then I don't have to worry about breaking you when we'll have sex.”

My breathing was starting to speed up as I imagined him gripping my hips while he pounded into me. Heat pooled between my legs. Without warning, Stephen cupped my sex. I sucked in a sharp breath as my eyes snapped to his.

His free hand gently gripped mine and then guided it behind my back. My mouth fell open when he pressed my hand against the bulge in his pants.

“This is from only looking at you,” he whispered in my ear. “You are absolutely fucking beautiful. You don't need to have big tilts or a flat stomach. You are fucking perfect just the way you are."

His hand pressed against my sex harder. One of his fingers was pressing directly over a spot that made pleasure flash through my body. I whimpered as my knees weakened. Stephen pulled back but only to sit on the edge of the edge of the bed. He gripped my wrist and gently tugged me towards him.

Before I could react, I found myself straddling his lap. I gripped his shoulder to keep myself from falling backwards.

“Have you ever masturbated before?” His question completely caught me off guard. It's wasn't something you just right out ask someone.

“No,” I whispered, letting my eyes drop.

“Good,” he muttered, “I'll be the one to take your first orgasm.”

His lips brushed mine, and then he was kissing me just like he did on Thursday at the hospital. Stephen gripped my hips to pull me closer as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I pulled back to suck in air. His eyes briefly caught mine before dropping.

Then he leaned forward to brush his lips against my neck. My stomach tightened when he hit a spot that made my toes curl. I moaned, fisting his shirt again as he bit down before soothing the pain with his tongue.

My breasts felt heavy and there was a pulse beating between my legs. I was aching for him. The feeling was unfamiliar and slightly scary. Stephen gripped my ass making another moan fall from my lips.

“Take off your shirt baby,” he whispered hoarsely.

He didn't wait for me to follow out his instruction. His hands gripped the end of my shirt and raised it up. I raised my arms for him to slip the material over my head. Stephen dropped it onto the floor before wrapping an arm around my waist. He shifted our positions before I could say anything. I found myself laying on the bed with Stephen hovering over me.

“Stephen?”

“Take off your pants,” he ordered. “I want to see if your panties are as sexy as your bra.”

My face was as red as a tomato. Without my mom realizing it, I had managed to sneak out of the house yesterday to go to the mall. Of course Kate had driven me there and had helped me to choose. We decided on a blood red lace push-up bra and matching panties. It felt strange at first but after a while I found that it was comfortable.

I wanted to see his reaction. I wanted to know if he liked it or not. I hooked my thumbs in the band of my shorts before lifting my hips. The material easily slid down my legs. I kicked it off all the way before focusing my attention on his face.

I pressed my thighs together when I found him staring. The look on his face was worth the embarrassment of buying the underwear.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “It's even sexier than the bikini I got you.”

“You got me a bikini?”

“Yes,” he smirked at me. “We're going swimming. The heat is fucking killing me.”

Any other words that I wanted to say was swallowed in a gasp when he leaned forward. His lips closed around my lace covered erect nipple. My back arched when he suddenly started sucking. I gripped his hair with one hand and the sheets with my other. A hand slipped between my legs making another gasp fall from my lips.

“You're fucking soaking,” he whispered against my breasts. “Spread your legs Alia.”

He didn't have to ask me twice. I spread my legs wider apart. Stephen gripped my inner thigh and guided my left leg over his. Our lips smashed together with urgency. My hips were rising with the movement of his hand. One of his fingers was pushing the material of my panties between my lower lips.

He broke the kiss to place kisses over my jaw to my ear where he nibbled my earlobe. I moaned tugging on his hair as he started sucking on a spot behind my ear. His lips trailed to my collarbone then to the curve of my breasts.

“S-Stephen,” I sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh please.”

“I know,” he breathed, “I know.”

He bit down causing my body to jerk. The pain was soothed by his tongue before he started sucking on the spot he bit. I tensed when I felt my panties being pushed down slightly. He pulled back to look down at me.

His green eyes were filled with heat. My body slowly relaxed back into the mattress. Raising my hips, I gave him the permission he wanted to slip my panties off. I was feeling self-conscious, but Stephen made me forget about it when his hands slipped between my legs again.

He lightly brushed the dark blond curls before cupping my sex.

My mouth fell open in a silent moan when his finger brushed against my clit. It made my stomach tighten in pleasure. The finger dipped between my pussy lips before finding my clit again.

I reached up to grip his wrist as he started circling the bud. He would speed up and then slow down when I was close to the edge. My muscles clenched. I wanted something inside me. I needed it. Stephen leaned up on his elbow. He pushed the leg that was over his a little higher up so my knee was bent.

Then he finally slipped a thick finger inside me. He circled it around slowly again before moving it back and forth.

My eyes fell close. Words fell from my lips as pleasure shot through my body. He was sucking on my nipples as he entered another finger. His thumb pressed against my clit. I was thrusting my hips along with his movements. He was speeding up now. My stomach tightened.

“Please. Please. Please.” He bit down on my nipple. “Ah!” I cried out.

My body arched off the bed as an orgasm flashed through me. My leg slammed shut trapping his hand between them. I was breathless as I fell back.

A light sheen of sweat covered my body. My body was still jerking in pleasure but I guessed that had something to do with his thumb still stroking my clit.