Their First Time by Lena Lucas

2

Ivan

Ishould’ve felt some kind of shameless guilt at having Sunny sleeping in my room. But I felt nothing but pure male satisfaction that she was here. I refused to let her sleep anywhere else but in my bed, and although I trusted Peter and Steven, my jealousy and possessiveness for Sunny knew no bounds.

I ran a hand over my face and paced, hearing her on the other side of the bathroom door. After I’d given her a brand-new toothbrush—thanks to Peter and his parents' overzealous stocking habits—she’d been in my personal bathroom for the past ten minutes getting ready for bed.

And my cock was hard thinking about... her and... everything.

Fuck.

It would’ve been smart if I’d slept in another room, hell, even the couch. It would have been better for my control if I’d put space between us because I felt like I was razor thin with my control these days where she was concerned.

I found myself seeking Sunny out, finding out where she’d be at a particular time on a specific day. It was stalking, plain and simple. And just because I was her friend didn’t make it any less intense. But my need for her, my obsession for Sunny had grown so much over the years that it was all I thought about.

She was all I thought about. All I wanted with this burning need that made all common sense and rational thought leave me.

I was jealous if she spoke to any other male. I grew enraged and possessive if any guy showed her attention. When that had happened tonight, and I’d seen her speaking with someone else, all I’d seen was this redness covering my vision as the territorial side of me demanded I stake my claim.

The door opening and the bathroom light shutting off had me sitting up straighter on the bed and my thoughts blanking instantly.

Things were different now. Not claiming her, not having her in my life in the most important way I wanted felt... wrong on every level.

I’d quickly changed into a plain T-shirt and pair of gray sweats while she’d been in there, but hell, I should have worn a fucking suit of armor to beat back my lust for her and ensure my boner didn’t tear through the sweats.

She was looking down at the ground, one hand twisted around the edge of the T-shirt she wore—my shirt. Fuck, I was rock hard at just the thought of her wearing my clothes.

She lifted a hand and tucked a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear and glanced up at me shyly. “Is this—?”

“No.” I knew what she was going to say so I shut that down right away. “It’s not weird at all.” I rose so as not to make her even more uncomfortable by sitting on the bed. “I’ll take the floor.” It was the last thing I wanted, obviously, but the way she worried at her bottom lip with her straight, white teeth told me she was anxious.

I grabbed a pillow off the bed, and the sound of her moving closer had my entire body tightening instinctively.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said softly. “We’re both adults. We can sleep in the bed together.”

I almost fucking came just from hearing her say those words. She refused to look at me, and I could see how pink her cheeks were. She was shy about this and that had me smiling in pleasure.

Of course, I suspected she wanted me, but she’d never admitted it, and I’d never pressed. I’d been too afraid of ruining what we had, and the chance of not having Sunny in my life because I’d made things weird wasn’t a chance I’d been willing to take... back then.

“Okay,” I said low. Deep. “If you’re sure?”

She nodded and glanced up at me. I didn’t think I’d ever seen Sunny look so innocent before.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Shutting the door, I braced my hands on the counter, just breathing in and out slowly, trying to control myself. I looked down and saw the massive erection tenting my sweats. I prayed like hell she hadn’t noticed the big fucker. But I was pretty sure I’d done a decent enough job of hunching over and keeping my hands where she couldn’t see the huge wood I had.

I thought about jerking off real fast, something to ease the tension and ache in my cock and balls, but I knew it would only make my desire for her worse. I’d stroked my dick enough times over the years to the thought of Sunny that I knew it was a pale comparison to the real deal. It also just frustrated my arousal even more.

Besides, it would serve the fucker right. If I was going to be hard and couldn't do anything about it, then maybe the discomfort of having a hard-on would tame some of my lust.

I snorted at the thought. Nothing could ease the need I had for Sunny. Four years had proved that.

After I did my bedtime routine of teeth brushing and all that shit, I took a steadying breath and prayed like hell I could fall asleep. It would be a special kind of hell to have insomnia over the simple fact the girl of my dreams—the one I was madly in love with—was in my bed with me.

Stepping into my room, I saw heralready on the bed with the blankets up to her chin. Seeing her surrounded by my things made me feel the world tilt under my feet at how right it looked.

I wanted to go to her, to finally take her face in my hands, force her to look into my eyes, and tell her that from the moment I met her, she’d been the only important thing in my life.

My studies, friends, hell, even my family back home in Russia… none of that compared to the soul-searing consumption of how I felt for Sunny.

As soon as I’d taken those steps through her parents' front door to meet my host family for the first time and saw Sunny standing there all shy and nervous, I felt my heart lurch in my chest and something monumental shift in me.

I’d never wanted somebody as much as I wanted her.

I’d left Russia to try to make a better life for myself and make my family proud. I’d had determination coursing through my blood. My only goal had been to succeed.

There hadn’t been a lot of opportunities for me back home, so when the chance arose to study abroad, I’d taken it so fast that my parents hadn’t known what to do or say. It surprised them. It shocked me, as well. But never once did I think it was a bad idea. In fact, I felt this pull to do this, to travel farther than I’d ever traveled before.

And when I’d looked into Sunny’s blue eyes, when I watched her shyly tuck a strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear as she gazed up at me for the first time, I knew that I was meant to be here.

For her. With her.

But even if I wanted her right from the beginning, there wasn’t much I could offer her at eighteen. So I worked my ass off, took extra classes during the summer, and pushed hard to save money, knowing that my one goal had shifted so much that it rocked the entire foundation of my life.

I still wanted to succeed, but it was now more because having her by my side as mine was paramount.

And from the moment I laid eyes on Sunny, there’d been no one else for me. Not even a sliver of interest toward another girl.

She consumed me.

I dreamed of her touch, fantasized about her smiles. I thought about the way she looked up at me from underneath her thick, dark lashes. I shamelessly jerked off to the image of finally making her mine, coming so hard I saw stars.

I was completely inexperienced in all things sex, having no interest in females back home because I’d had my focus on achieving scholastic and educational goals. But a massive part of me—the most important part--felt like being here and meeting Sunny had all been fate. As if destiny had wanted me to wait for her, to save my virginity for this one perfect woman.

I scrubbed a hand over my jaw again and walked over to the light switch, turning it off and plunging us in darkness. I swore I heard her breath hitch, but I couldn’t be sure that wasn’t just the sound of my heart rate picking up.

I closed my eyes for a second and told myself the same mantra over and over again.

Control. Control. Control.

The last thing I needed right now was to freak Sunny out because she saw—or God forbid felt—my hard dick.

“Ivan?” She whispered softly, and I forced myself not to groan at the way she said my name, at how sexy and soft it was, at how I imagined her whispering it in pleasure as I plunged deep inside her. “Are you okay?”

I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m okay.” I hastily went to the other side of the bed, slipped under the sheets, and promptly turned away from her. It just felt too good having her so close. We were adults, yeah, but she’d never know how perfect it felt just having her beside me.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she whispered, and I nearly groaned at the very sound of her voice.

“Yeah. I’m good, Sunny. Just the drinks I had going to my head.” That was a damn lie. Although I’d had a couple of beers, I was as sober as ever. Long seconds passed when she didn’t say anything, but then I heard her shifting on the mattress, the sheets moving along her exposed skin, causing me to fantasize about dirty fucking things.

“Good night, Ivan.”

I exhaled and grappled with my need and control.

“Night, Sunny.”

I wanted to desperately pull her in close and just hold her the entire night. I wanted to bury my nose in the long fall of her hair and take the scent into my lungs. My cock gave a huge jerk behind my sweats as if that very thought could have made me come alone.

I listened to her steady breathing, wondering if her thoughts were in turmoil like mine. I clenched my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut until I finally heard her breathing change as she fell asleep. It was only then that I turned around to face her, careful of going slow and trying to be as quiet as I could so I didn't wake her.

She faced me, her eyes closed, her hair spread out on the pillow behind her. All I smelled was her, this sweet, floral aroma that had my cock jerking again and my pulse racing. My fingers twitched to touch a lock that had fallen over her forehead, and I didn't stop myself. I reached out and lightly trailed my fingers along her skin, pushing the silky soft strand away. I bet her entire body felt that way.

Even after the hair was away from her face, I still let my fingers move along her cheek and down to trace her jawline. She made this soft sound, and I swore she shifted closer to me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered so softly I knew she’d never be able to hear. “I love you so much.” I closed my eyes and moved even closer, so close I felt her body heat. I could easily pull her into the hardness of my body and hold her, but I didn’t want to disrespect her or cross any lines. If she woke up, I didn’t want her to feel my arms around her and freak out.

So I kept my hands to myself and closed my eyes, praying like hell again that I’d get some sleep because being awake with the scent of Sunny in my nose, the feel of her body close to mine, and this pounding desire in my veins was pure fucking torture.