I should've known better than to let my hormones call the shots. I should've put my foot down. I should've said "no" to Zac.

But I didn't.

I was sixteen going on seventeen, breathless, flushed, horny as hell, and ready to play hooky for the first time ever to give my virginity to my beautiful, pierced, tattooed prince of a boyfriend who I was deeply and hopelessly head-over-heels in love with—

I hardly recognized myself at the moment.

My house was close by but off limits since my dad would be home until Thursday. Zac's studio was a solid forty-five minute drive away. Even when traffic was good. A brilliant and terrible idea popped up in my mind. The part of my overstimulated brain that was still semi-functioning suggested that we try for another location. This way, we might be able to make it back in time for afternoon classes.

My dad owned a small townhouse about ten minutes from campus. It was located near downtown Wellesley. Yet, my dad, Trick, Bea, and I rarely went over there. The place was reserved for Madeline whenever she came to visit the twins.

Zac and I arrived exactly eleven minutes later. The drive over felt like an eternity in our aroused states of hot and frothy botheredness. In a frenzy, I unlocked the door to the townhouse and led Zac through the living room towards one of the guest bedrooms.

We toppled onto the bed without saying a word to each other. There was no need to talk. Zac and I already knew exactly what we wanted to do. Immediately, shirts, skirts, trousers—everything—came flying off our overeager bodies until we were both thoroughly naked.

Without wasting another second, I reached over to wrap my hand around the thickening base of Zac's cock. He groaned in gratitude and thrust himself into my grip. I tugged and teased him until his erection grew stiff and heavy. His size and thickness made me nervous even while my core thrummed with anticipation.

Zac's hungry mouth kissed and nipped a trail of tender love bites across my breasts. His tongue lapped at my nipples until they hardened into thrumming peaks of pleasure. His fingers dipped between my legs. I groaned and writhed in approval.

Zac moved away from my breasts to kiss and lick and suck his way down my belly. With far more confidence than our first few times together, he wrapped his arms around my legs and anchored his head in between them. In languid, sweeping strokes, he began to take his sweet ass time tonguing and teasing my inner thighs, my folds, my crevices. Pleasure spiked through my veins. His talented mouth and agile tongue worked together to caress and explore every part of me. Except for my goddamn clit. My breaths quickened into soft, wanting gasps. The asshole seemed to be avoiding it on purpose. I wriggled my hips this way and that way in an attempt to get him to put me out of my misery. Zac didn't get the memo.

I exclaimed in frustration. "Baby, please!"

Zac chuckled darkly in response. "Please... what?"

"You're not... doing it... right," I panted.

"No? That's a shame," Zac murmured with a mischievous gleam in his golden eyes. "Did you want me to kiss you... here?"

He dropped a featherlight kiss on my inner thigh.

"Zac..." I harped through narrowed eyes, half-begging and half-threatening him to comply.

"Oh, sorry, did you want me to touch you here instead?"

He kissed the top of my mound while simultaneously pushing two fingers into my wetness. He began to pump in and out of me. Slowly, gently, at first, then, with more force and resolve and rhythm. My eyes fell shut as a whole new wave of pleasurable sensations washed over my being. I moaned in submission. Zac's mouth dipped back to my center again as his fingers and tongue worked furiously to send me floating skywards on a cloud of ecstasy. He kept me hovering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like forever. I was so fucking ready to explode.

When his lips finally closed around my clit, the gentle suction and swirling motion from his tongue was all it took to nudge me into oblivion. I cried out and whimpered as euphoric surges of bliss quivered and quaked from deep inside. By the time my climax finally subsided to a sweet, sluggish haze, Zac had pulled himself back up to cradle me against his chest.

He grinned and kissed me deeply. He wore a very male and very smug look of self-satisfaction on his stupid handsome face. "Would you say that I did right by you?"

I blushed. "Shut up, you ass, and stop fishing for compliments."

Zac chuckled and kissed me again before ducking over the edge of the mattress to fish for something out of the pocket of his pants. He re-emerged with his wallet. He took out a condom.

My breath caught as I watched him tear open the foil wrapper, remove the condom, and carefully roll the rubber sleeve ever so snugly over his considerable length.

I gulped. A mix of emotions swirled through me. Nervousness, excitement, and an increasing sense of arousal.

Was this really happening right now?

Damn. Zac and I were going to do it. We were going to have sex. Very soon, neither of us would be virgins anymore. I was going to be Zac's first, and Zac would be mine.

I glanced at my brown-eyed tattooed boy. The mere sight of Zac filled my heart with warmth and love, so much love, I simply couldn't contain it. I smiled at him, and it felt as though sunlight was shining from my soul. It cast out all the darkness that had been weighing me down. The sinister shadows of Lily and my dad temporarily disappeared from my consciousness, and I was so grateful to share this moment of much needed escape from reality with Zac.

He watched me intently, too. Without breaking eye contact, he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself over me. A gentle, dreamy expression eased across his features as he smiled down at me. His amber eyes filled with longing and adoration.

He kissed me once more. "I love you so much, babygirl."

I slid my arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close. "I love you more, Zac."

We kissed again and again and again with less urgency this time and more sweetness. I reveled in the feeling of his weight over me, of his bare skin pressing and rubbing against mine. Eventually, we had to break away to catch our breaths. As Zac stared down at me, his swagger and confidence from moments ago faded into a look of concern.

His forehead puckered. "Hey... Cate?"

"Yes?

Zac swallowed hard before speaking up again, "Um... I heard that the first time for girls is supposed to hurt. Promise me that you'll let me know if you need a breather, okay? I'll stop for you. It's not a problem at all."

I nodded shyly. "Yeah... I'll let you know. Thanks, baby."

He laughed nervously. "So... you ready to do this?"

I nodded again with a lot more enthusiasm. "Fuck, yes."