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CHAPTER TEN

Brooks

The house is quiet.

The twins are out clubbing, probably causing chaos at some downtown hotspot, and the stillness of the place feels like a rare gift.

My mind is spinning, though I try to keep myself calm.

Tonight isn’t just any night, it’s the night.

I’m going to be Ally’s first, and the thought sends a strange mix of excitement and responsibility through me.

It’s not like I planned for this to happen, but somehow, it feels right.

The twins don’t know where I’m going, and that’s for the best. Tyler would lose his mind if he found out.

I glance around the house, its sleek modern design feeling unusually empty without the usual noise of my roommates. The silence gives me time to get my head straight before I head to Ally’s.

Stepping into the bathroom, I flick on the light. I strip off my shirt and jeans, tossing them into the laundry hamper before stepping into the shower.

The hot water hits my skin, a steady stream of heat that melts away the tension in my shoulders. I let it run over me, my eyes closed as I lean against the cool tiles.

The thought of being the first man Ally’s ever been with, it’s exhilarating. There’s something powerful about it, something that makes me want to take my time and make sure it’s perfect for her.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I think about Tyler.

This…this would drive him insane.

I shake my head, chuckling softly to myself as I grab the soap. Tonight isn’t about him. It’s about Ally. And I’m going to make sure it’s a night she never forgets.

As I step out of the shower my reflection in the mirror catches my eye, and I pause for a moment, studying myself.

I pull on a simple V-neck T-shirt and a fresh pair of dark jeans and give myself one more glance in the mirror. That’ll do.

Finally, I grab my leather jacket from the hook by the front door.

The drive to Ally’s place is quiet. The streets are mostly empty, the city lights casting a soft glow over the pavement as I navigate to the pinned location she sent me.

When I pull up in front of her house, I kill the engine and sit there for a moment, staring at the modest little apartment complex.

It’s cozy, the kind of place that feels lived-in and warm.

Then suddenly, I feel nervous.

What the hell am I doing? Is this a bad idea?

The questions swirl in my mind, and for a moment, I consider turning the truck back on and leaving.

Ally is young, and this could get complicated.

But then I see her.

She peeks out from one of the front windows, her face framed by the soft glow of the interior lights. Her expression is a mix of curiosity and warmth, and something about it puts me at ease instantly.

I take a deep breath, my nerves settling as I step out of the truck.

Whatever happens tonight, I know one thing for sure: I want to be here.

I step out of the truck, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I make my way to Ally’s front door. My boots crunch softly on the gravel path, and my heart beats a little faster with every step.

The door swings open before I even have a chance to knock.

She stands there, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, and a soft, shy smile on her face. She’s wearing a simple sweater and leggings, but she looks incredible.

“Hey,” she says, her voice quiet but warm.

“Hey,” I reply, stepping inside.

The apartment is cozy, the kind of place that immediately feels like home. She gestures toward the small kitchen, and I follow her in.

We pour a couple of glasses of wine, and I trail her to the living room, where we settle on the couch.

It’s a little awkward at first. We talk about nothing in particular, the day, the weather, her cat, who watches us curiously from the windowsill. But as we sit there, our legs touching, I notice she’s not pulling away.

The warmth of her leg against mine is enough to make my nerves dissolve.

She’s here. She wants this. And so do I.

I take a sip of my wine, glancing at her. “So,” I say carefully, “why’d you wait so long?”

She exhales softly, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “My brother’s kind of…a sporty jock jerk,” she says with a laugh, though there’s a hint of bitterness in her tone. “He was always so cavalier about women, and I hated it. I dated a few guys who treated me the same way, like all they wanted was sex. I wasn’t ready for that as a younger woman.”

I nod, understanding more than she realizes.

“So, I threw myself into school instead,” she continues, her voice softer now. “I focused on my career, told myself I wasn’t missing out. But sometimes…” She trails off, her blue eyes meeting mine.

I tilt my head, studying her. “Sometimes you feel like you did miss out?”

She nods slightly, and I see a vulnerability in her expression that hits me harder than I expected.

I lean back, resting my arm along the back of the couch as I think about what to say. “I get it, in a way,” I finally say. “I’ve only been in one serious relationship. My ex-wife.”

Her eyebrows lift slightly, surprised.

“We were high school sweethearts,” I explain, a blush creeping into my cheeks. “Married for years, but…it didn’t work out.” I pause, glancing down at my glass. “She cheated, and that was the end of it.”

“I’m sorry,” she says softly, her hand brushing against mine for a moment.

I shrug, managing a small smile. “It was a long time ago. Since then, I’ve, uh…had a little fun.” The words come out awkwardly, but I grin to show I’m not too embarrassed.

Ally laughs, the sound light and genuine. “Good. Because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

I smile, shaking my head. “You’re doing just fine, Ally.”

I set my glass down on the coffee table, leaning closer to her. “Do you at least know the first steps?” I ask, my voice low as my lips hover near hers.

Her breath hitches, her eyes flicking to my mouth before meeting my gaze. “I think I’ve got a vague idea,” she whispers.

I close the distance, capturing her lips with mine.

The kiss is soft at first, a tentative exploration, but it doesn’t take long for it to deepen.

Her hands find their way to my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. Her warmth, her scent, the softness of her body pressed against mine, it’s intoxicating.

Ally is pure fire to my gasoline, igniting something in me I haven’t felt in years.

She climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling me as we continue to kiss. My hands roam over her back, her sides, feeling the curve of her waist beneath the soft fabric of her sweater.

She lets out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I can’t help but smile against her lips. She’s incredible, and I’m determined to make this everything she deserves.

She’s so light as I lift her into my arms, her thighs squeezing against me with a tantalizing force that makes my cock rise even harder against her. The way she’s kissing me, the moans she’s leaving behind…it makes me want her more than anyone else before.

Ally laughs as I carry her up the stairs, heading to her bedroom. Her hands caress my shoulders, her lips trace up my neck, and it takes everything in me not to bend her over the staircase and fuck her right here on the steps.

She deserves better than that her first time, Brooks.

I know that much.

Playfully, I toss her on the bed, a small gasp of surprise leaving her luscious, pink lips.

“So…” I begin. “What have you done before?”

“Uh,” Ally stutters, her hands resting on the top of my jeans. “Kissing?”

“Kissing?” I repeat. “Where? Only on your lips?”

“Mhm,” Ally sighs, her eyes as wide as saucers as her head bobs up and down.

I feel my dick twitch at the thought. The first …a privilege I haven’t had since I lost my virginity in high school…

Now…to do it again with a woman…somehow it makes me feel new as well.

“Well, let me show you first,” I say. “Just so you know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” she asks softly, leaning over me.

With a smirk, I place my thick hand across her stomach and push her back, climbing on top of her.

With a single movement, I pull her free from her leggings, her soft, supple skin glowing in the yellow light of her bedside lamp.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, my hand touching between her legs.

She gasps, feeling my touch against her. I smile, thinking about how only her hands have been here before.

“You’re wet, too,” I praise her, diving my face down toward her core.

I run my face along her pussy, just on the outside of her panties. I want to tease her, make her beg for me to fuck her, to take her virginity right here, right now.

I run my tongue along the soaked fabric, taking in the smell and taste of her. My hands fall to her hips, I push myself harder against her, rubbing my nose along her clit, and I can tell by the way she shoves her hips at me she wants more.

My fingers slide her panties to the side, shifting against her hard clit in a rhythmic motion.

Her back arches, and she sighs my name as I feel her on the verge of coming already. I dip my face down again, pulling her panties off with my teeth before going down on her, licking across the folds of her beautiful pussy.

I feel her hands grasp the back of my head, feel her push me to dive deeper with my tongue.

I nibble against her clit gently, making her hips buck against my face. Laughing I stand up, pulling her toward me.

I rise away from her and unbuckle my jeans, then climb off the bed to divest myself of my clothing. She bashfully casts off the rest of her clothes, and I nearly die at the sight of her beautiful, perky breasts on display before me.

I close my eyes for a moment, and will myself to take things slow. I promised her to do this right.

I make my way back up onto the bed and then her eyes widen as she catches sight of my throbbing cock.

“You ready to learn more?” I ask, my chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

She nods timidly, a small smile cracking the corners of her lips.

“Touch it.” I invite her, gesturing at my cock invitingly.

She looks up at me, a flash of bright blue, but then she looks back down at my dick. I suddenly feel like I will die if she doesn’t touch me, but I manage to control my desire to tumble her into the bed and have my way with her.

She obeys me, hesitantly at first, and then confidently as she grows comfortable with stroking along my length.

“Do I…I guess I…” she stutters a little, blushing as she brings her face closer to the tip.

“Only if you feel comfortable,” I tell her, and I mean it. I never want the women I’m with to feel pressured. I’m not like some of the jock assholes I’ve played hockey with.

“Okay,” she says, the word tiny as it falls from her lips.

I can hear her indrawn breath as she steadies herself, and then her lips are wrapped around me and it’s all I can do to hold still and just let her get comfortable.

Holy shit, her mouth. It’s hot and wet, and there’s something incredibly intimate about her handling my cock and learning the ropes at the same time.

Something tender and warm bursts to life in my chest as I look down at her silky blonde head of hair.

“Curl your lips around your teeth, yes, just like that…” My hand falls to the back of her head, feeling her bob back and forth on my dick.

I feel her experiment, switching her angles until she finds a comfortable middle ground where she can move comfortably.

“Your hand,” I sigh. “Wrap your hand around my shaft, hold firmly, yes, oh, yes like that. Now, with each pass of your mouth, follow up with your hand. Back and forth, back and forth, fuck yes. ”

I let her suck me for a few more minutes before I have to pull her off of me before she makes me bust straight in her mouth.

That’s not the kind of ending we want. Not yet, anyway.

“That was incredible,” I praise her as I press her back onto the bed.

“Really?” she asks me, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“Really,” I reassure her with a grin.

She smiles slightly, and I can feel the tension slipping out of her shoulders.

Climbing on top of her again, I situate myself between her open legs. I look down at her and cup her cheek, my hand dwarfing her face.

“Ready?” I ask her.

She bites her bottom lip, and then she nods. “Yes,” she says, her tone firm and certain.

“I’ll go slowly. Let me know if it hurts,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she agrees.

I press the head of my cock against her core, then gently, I push myself just a little bit inside of her.

She moans a little, arching instinctively up to meet me. I force myself to move slowly, pushing forward until I fill her up completely.

“Doing okay?” I ask her once I’ve slid all the way home. Fuck, she’s tight. She feels so good it’s hard to think straight.

“Yes,” she says, a note of wonder in her voice. She lifts her hips experimentally, and I gasp, feeling her pussy clutch me from the inside.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I sigh out as I start to move. She finds a cadence with me almost right away, and she sighs and moans with each pulse of my dick.

I hold her in my arms, kissing her over and over as I pump into of her, feeling her envelope me entirely, feeling her pull me in further and further.

“Brooks!” she cries out, her back arching.

“Let go,” I tell her gently, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Just enjoy it.”

She gasps loudly, and then keens as her orgasm washes over her, her tight little pussy grabbing onto my cock in a tantalizing rhythm.

“Good girl,” I whisper to her, before stroking into her two more times and giving in to my own release.

The orgasm is so strong that it makes my arms shake, and I have to shift one hand forward to keep from crushing her with my weight. The pleasure is so immense that I see stars for a moment.

After a beat, I realize that her hands are gripping my shoulders and that she wrapped her slender legs around my waist at the end.

She looks so beautiful it makes my heart ache as I look down at her, a sexy smile curling her lips as she pants in the aftermath of her orgasm.

I roll to the side and take her with me, tucking her against me and stroking her back soothingly.

The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater and Ally’s steady breathing. She’s curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, her golden hair spilling over my arm like silk.

I glance at the clock on her bedside table. The glowing red numbers tell me I need to leave soon, preferably before the twins get home. But for now, I let myself enjoy this moment.

My fingers stroke through her hair, and I feel her shift slightly, her lips curling into a smile against my chest. “How was it?” I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Your first time at twenty-four?”

“Amazing,” she says, her cheeks glowing with a blush. “Better than I imagined, honestly. I feel like I’ve finally escaped my V-card.”

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You didn’t just escape it, you set it on fire and tossed it out the window.”

She laughs, burying her face in my chest. “I don’t know about that…did I do okay, though? I mean, was I…?”

I tilt her chin up, meeting her eyes. “You were incredible, Ally. You have no idea.”

Her smile widens, and she snuggles closer for a brief moment before sighing. “I guess you have to go soon, huh?”

“Yeah,” I admit, reluctantly.

We pull apart, the cool air brushing against my skin as I sit up and start gathering my clothes. Ally wraps a blanket around herself, her cheeks still flushed as she giggles softly, her hair tousled in a way that makes her look even more beautiful.

I tug on my jeans and pull my T-shirt over my head, glancing at her as she slips into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. The two of us move quietly, the shared secret between us making the moment feel almost surreal.

Once we’re both dressed, she walks me to the door, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor.

At the door, I pause, turning to her with a small smile. “This stays between us, right?”

“Of course,” she says, her voice warm but firm. “Nobody needs to know.”

“Good,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her one last time. Her lips are soft and lingering, and it’s almost enough to make me want to stay.

But I know I can’t.

I step outside, the cool night air hitting me as I head to my truck. As I drive home, the memory of her body pressed against mine and the sound of her laughter replay in my mind.

It might not have been the “right” thing to do, but damn, it was worth it. As long as we can keep it a secret.