More Than This by McLean, Jay (best books to read for teens txt) 📗

on the floor, my eyes outside of my head, and my mouth foaming.

Holy shit.

Instant. Hard. On.

By the time my brain catches up to my dick, she’s already drying off and putting a robe on.

“Wait.” I’m 12. Literally acting like I’ve never seen a naked girl before. But truthfully, it was never like the way it is with Kayla.

I have to clear my throat a thousand fucking times so something, anything, comes out.

“What are you doing?” I almost yell at her because I’m pathetic and have no control over anything at the moment. “Take that off. Get back naked. Hurry!” What the fuck did I just say?

She chuckles at me, then pushes me out the bathroom door and locks it behind me.

Fuck.

I stand there, with my head resting against the bathroom door, waiting for her to open it and come out so I can tell her to get naked again, like the creeper that I am. I need to see her again.

She opens it, still wearing the robe and I’m practically ripping it off her, or at least trying to. But my brain and body don’t work because all the blood has rushed to my dick and she’s laughing at me.

Fricken laughing at me.

Until she manages to push me away and I calm down a bit, but in my head, I’m that 6 year old kid that didn’t get the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure I wanted, and I’m going to ask and plead for it every fucking hour until I get what I damn well want. Because I’m a brat, and I need to see her naked.

***

Once I’ve settled down a bit, we open the champagne and fill the glasses with ice, the way she likes, and start drinking.

It’s not long until were slightly buzzed and talking shit.

“Did you have a pet Kangaroo in Australia?”

I spit out my drink, because it’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.

“What?” she laughs. “What’s so funny? Did you?” she asks through a giggle.

“No,” I state flatly. “We did not have pet kangaroos. They do not roam the streets or back yards like everyone thinks. In fact, the only time I saw kangaroos were at the Zoo.”

“Oh,” she says, still giggling. “Then why would everyone think that? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No shit.”

“I’m tired,” she says, stretching.

Dammit, now I know we won’t be fooling around.

“You ready for bed?” I ask, getting up and turning to walk over to my bag to get my phone charger.

“Almost,” she whispers behind me.

I hear something soft drop to the floor.

And when I turn around her robe is on the floor and she’s wearing hot pink matching underwear. All lace. Almost see through, everywhere. The pink contrasts her darker skin and I swear to god my dick is about to snap right off.

“Holy shit,” I breath out.

She laughs a shy laugh, her cheeks going red and her face hiding behind a curtain of her hair.

I slowly walk towards her, because her body deserves to be taken in slowly, from top to bottom. When I reach her my mouth is dry and I’m sure my dick is tenting my pants but I don’t look because I can’t fucking take my eyes off her body.

When I reach her and I’m inches from her, so close that I can feel her body heat radiating, my fingers move away from my body but stop millimetres from hers.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” I tell her.

She closes her eyes softly, “I don’t care, Jake. Just touch me.”

*Mikayla*

And so he does.

He feels like he’s everywhere all at once.

His hands.

His Mouth.

Everything.

Everywhere.

He lifts me with his hands on my ass and my legs go around him. He groans when our parts collide and I can feel him and I’m sure he can feel me. He carries us to the bed, and lays me down. He stands up to hover above me and for seconds which feel like hours he looks at me, eyes wonder over my body and I’m almost ready to cover myself, because I’m so self conscious and it took so much courage to wear this and be this in front of him.

“God, Mikayla. You are so damn beautiful.” His mouth lifts on one side, “Is this what you bought that-" I nod. It’s the one I bought when we went to the mall with Julie. “It’s about fucking time I got to see it.”

I laugh as he rips his shirt and pants off, leaving on his boxers.

When his body hovers over mine and I can feel the skin on skin sensation, a guttural moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it.

His mouth is on my neck kissing me and his hands are all over the place like they can’t get enough.

He looks up at me.

Then leans up and puts his weight on his elbows. Our parts joined together. My lace panties and his boxers the only barrier.

“As much as I love what you’re wearing, and that you’re wearing them for me, I’d prefer that you didn’t have anything on.”

I nod my head and he understands my meaning.

Slowly, and effortlessly he unclips my bra and removes the straps of my shoulder, kissing the skin left behind. Once it’s off, his body hovers lower, he’s kissing my bare stomach and his fingers curl around the band of panties, he has to be able to tell how turned on I am, and how badly I need him.

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he begins to pull down my panties until they’re on the floor. He sits on his heels and looks at me.

His eyes darting all over my body.

His body comes back up and lays next to me. Him on his side facing me. Me on my back, head turned, facing him.

His hand moves hair out of my face, then rests on my stomach.

“Shit, Mikayla. I’m going to regret this,” he breaths out.

“Regret what?” His hands start to move lower and lower.

So close.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” He eyes my