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Alice

A s she followed Taylor up the stairs, she stopped herself from reaching out to touch his back.

The way his muscles moved beneath his skin was fascinating. Then it occurred to her she didn’t need to stop herself from touching this man, considering she was about to lose her virginity to him.

The idea of losing her virginity did seem like a big step on one hand, but on the other hand, virginity is a social construct used to control women.

Purity culture was bullshit, and the myth of being virginal was dumb. But it had been a stumbling block in relationships. So, all in all, this was a best-case scenario. She was finally going to experience one of life’s milestones and maybe feel grown-up. And she was doing it with a nice guy who cared about making this good for her. Sure, this isn’t a fairy tale in the true-love kind of way, but she didn’t mind one bit.

He led her down the hallway until he came to her room. When he opened her door, she slipped in and turned on her bedside lamp.

That is good , she thought, not complete darkness because she wanted to see him, but she didn’t want the glaring overhead light. He followed, then he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good,” she said as she leaned into his embrace. Something about the way he was looking at her warmed her from the inside out. “I’m excited.”

“Good,” he said as he kissed her.

She gave herself over to the kiss, pulling him close, almost drunk on how good his body felt against her.

He broke the kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he said before dropping another sweet kiss on her lips.

When he left the room, Alice suddenly felt cold. There was a slight moment her brain wanted to panic, but that’s all it was. A moment.

Taylor had made her feel wanted and... normal, an otherwise abnormal feeling for her.

She slipped off her sleep shorts and climbed into her bed. Excitement pulsed through her body. It was like Christmas Eve when she was a kid. Only she wasn’t waiting for a visit from Santa to give her presents but rather for a hot hockey player to pop her cherry. That thought made her giggle as Taylor opened the door.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked with a curious but warm and incredibly sexy smile.

“Nothing,” she said as he laid a strip of condoms on her nightstand.

She took a deep breath. Shit just got real.

“Wow, you came prepared,” she said, looking at the strip of condoms.

“Well, when you travel with a team full of mostly twenty-year-olds, you’d be surprised how many late-night knocks at the door there are for condoms.”

She scooted over in the bed, making room. He slipped down his sweatpants, and his hard cock bobbed out as he pulled it down. Her breath caught in her throat as she took him in. He was perfect.

He climbed into bed and kissed her and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The smile on his face as he toyed with her hair was not lost on her. He seemed to like her hair, and that made her happy, because she did, too. She loved covering herself in vibrant colors. It was when she felt most like herself.

“Before we get to it, I just wanted to check in. I know you said you’ve never had sex before. Is there anything you don’t want? Anything you’d like to try? Anything else you’ve haven’t done.”

“Oh...” she said slowly. She had thought they would just get down to it, but of course, he was making sure she was comfortable and that this experience would be everything she wanted. “Ummm... I mean, there are a lot of things I haven’t done. Just what we’ve already done, and I’ve given blow jobs, but that’s about it. And since it’s my first time... I mean, nothing too crazy.”

“Of course not,” he said, still stroking her hair. Fuck... she was going to fall in love with him. She could feel it already even though she was trying to fight it. “Has anyone ever gone down on you?”

She shook her head.

“Well, that’s a damn shame. I’m not sure what kind of guy you’ve been with that let you give him a blow job without returning the favor, but I’m sure he was a dick.”

Ummm... yeah, he is , she thought. Steven hadn’t ever really cared about her pleasure and the orgasm she just had on the couch is how it was supposed to feel she wasn’t even sure he ever got her off.

“Can I go down on you?”

She nodded and felt the grin that crept over his face in her core—and also in her heart, but she was ignoring that.

“Good,” he said as he kissed her. “Because I have been dying to get my mouth on you.”

Then he kissed her with more purpose. She let her hands roam his back as he kissed down her neck. One of his hands found her breast and massaged it as he nipped below her ear.

She relaxed into the amazing sensations of this man. He kissed his way down until he was licking her pebbled nipple, and she gave a soft moan.

“Fuck,” he groaned before sucking on her nipple with ferocity.

Then he moved between her legs and continued to kiss down her belly. The idea of covering her soft belly did cross her mind, but with the way Taylor was kissing it, it didn’t seem like he minded. So, she just let it happen and enjoyed it.

Then he pulled back to kneeling between her legs. When he pushed her knees wide, a pang of nerves crept up. This was too vulnerable for her, but the look in Taylor’s eyes was comforting. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her, and honestly, she wanted him to do just that.

He swept a finger through her glistening folds. She pulled in a deep breath as he pushed a finger inside of her. Her eyes were on his face, and his eyes were intently on her pussy.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he brought his fingers up to circle her clit.

Then, as if in slow motion, he lowered his face to her core. The anticipation had her almost dripping. She was sure of it. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to her sex, and she was going to explode. A small part of her sensed like this was too much, too intimate. But then he licked her and made her cry out. She had never felt anything like it, and it was everything.

Using his hands to hold her open, he let his tongue again drag from her entrance all the way up to her clit, where he licked lazy circles around it.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her fist twisting in the sheets.

His eyes connected with hers as he lapped at her slit and pushed his tongue inside of her.

Holy fuck, he was fucking her with his tongue. She had never felt anything quite as decadent as his mouth devouring her slit.

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to get lost in the feeling. Then he licked up one side of her lips and then the other, and he slid his tongue against her clit in a slow, indulgent lick, and she was just about to fall apart. Her hand grabbed his hair as he flicked her clit as he was just about to come undone. She was trying to hold still, but her hips wanted so badly to ride his face.

Is that a thing?

Then his lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. That was it. Her back bowed, and she cried out, her body giving into another soul-shaking orgasm. He gave her a few more kisses on her core while she came down.

He sat up, wiped his mouth, and took her in. “Good?”

“So fucking good . . .”

“Good,” he said as he lay next to her. He tucked her hair behind her ear and watched as she came down.

After another deep breath, she gazed over at him, and he pressed a small kiss to her pout. She opened to him, and he deepened the kiss. As his tongue entered, she could taste herself on his lips.

That was new. She felt like she should think it was gross, but it wasn’t. It was a reminder of what he had just done... That would never be gross.

He kissed her and ran his hands along her body. Then he tore a condom off the small strip.

“You still want this?”

“Yes. But . . . don’t you want . . .” She gestured to his cock.

“Want what?”

“Do you want a blow job?”

He chuckled and kissed her. “Tonight is about you, Alice. But ask me again tomorrow, and I bet my answer will change.”

“Can I touch it?”

She didn’t think she’d ever seen such a perfect dick... given she hadn’t seen many, but his was special.

He rolled to his back and pulled the blanket down off him. His cock was pointing straight up.

She wrapped her fingers around it and smiled at the fact that her hand couldn’t close all the way around it.

Gripping the sheets, he tucked his lip between his teeth, and his face contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck, Alice . . .”

A feeling of power surged through her, and she loved this power over him. As she stroked him, his breath turned into pants. She heard him say he didn’t want a blow job, but she would maybe sneak a little lick.

Lowering her tongue, she let it trace the underside of his dick.

“You keep that up, and I won’t be able to finish the job,” he said, running his hand through her hair.

That would be a shame. She was so close to something she had wanted for a long time. She sat up, and the sight of him filled her with more lust than she knew what to do with. He needed to finish what they started.

Sensing she was done, he sat up and ripped open the condom packet.

“How are we doing this?” she asked, fighting the nerves creeping in.

“Have you used one of these before?”

She shook her head. “I think I put one on a banana back in health class, but that’s it.”

“Put it on me,” he said, handing her the packet.

“What?” Her gaze flew to his in shock.

“You can do it.” He nodded.

She pulled it out of the packet, looked at it, then back up to him.

“Pinch the tip.”

She pinched it and put it on the head of his cock.

“Now, roll it down.” As she started, he pulled in a sharp breath before smiling at her.

“Good?”

“Yeah, now lie back,” he said, guiding her onto her back.

This was about to happen.

He settled between her legs, and she was half expecting him to spread her legs and push in, but he kissed her. One of those kisses that made her feel drunk.

She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him as he kissed her into oblivion.

He broke the kiss and seemed just as turned on by it as she was. He leaned his forehead against hers and caught his breath.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

She was so fucking ready.

“Let me know if you don’t like it or if it hurts.”

She nodded as he notched his cock to her entrance.

This was it. Her life as a virgin was about to be over.

“Ready?” he asked again, barely above a whisper, as he ran a gentle hand through her hair.

She nodded ever so slightly and gave a small smile as he pushed in.

She clung to him; it was overwhelming. It didn’t hurt like she had thought it might. It felt good, so fucking good.

“Are you with me, sweetheart?” He stroked her hair.

“Yes, more.”

His lips closed around hers as he pushed in more.

She gasped as he pushed all the way in and bit her bottom lip. “Fuck.”

“How do you feel?”

“Full.”

“I’m going to start moving now.”

Then his hips pulled away, and he pushed in again as she clung to his back. He had a smooth rhythm and was hitting something deep inside of her she didn’t even know existed.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cried.

She was going to come, and she’d always heard how hard it was to come from penetration. Those people clearly were not having sex with Taylor Campbell because she was close.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

Being called baby did it. An orgasm was about to overtake her.

He pulled back and looked her in the eye, checking in with her, but he seemed to be able to tell how close she was because all he did was grin and thrust into her harder. As he grinded into her clit and hit her deep, her orgasm came barreling through.

“Fuck, Taylor,” she cried out.

Taylor pumped, then lost his rhythm and followed her over the edge. He buried his face in her shoulder, and she could feel him pulse inside of her as he lay, gasping on top of her.

“That was amazing,” she panted out under him.

He nodded, his head still buried in her neck. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out of her.

Instantly, she felt so empty, and part of her wanted to reach for him and keep him inside of her forever. That’s weird, right? She was sure that wasn’t common.

He fell to her side but was still facing her. “How are you?” he asked, brushing her sweat-dampened hair from her temple.

“Good. That was amazing.”

“Yeah, you’re incredible,” he said, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. “Do you feel different?”

She evaluated that for herself. Did she feel different? Besides the fact she was hopelessly in love with Taylor, she felt the same.

She shrugged. “I don’t know if I feel different, but I feel good.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he said before dropping another kiss on her lips and moving to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked, aware she sounded needy, hoping he would stay in bed with her.

Leaving would feel like Steven, and she refused to feel that.

“I’m just going to clean up and deal with this,” he said, showing her the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

As he left the room, she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the squeal she let out.

Holy fuck. She just had sex. Good sex. She just had good sex with a professional athlete.

Merry fucking Christmas to me .