Rosie's the only girl he's ever loved.
Rebel's no good for her, but that doesn't stop him from wanting her. He parties too hard, doesn't care if he does well in school, and fights far too much. But it's who he is, and no one can change that. But God does he want to be good enough for Rosie.
He's the only boy she's ever loved.
They call him Rebel, and the nickname suits him well. Rosie's known him nearly her entire life, and they are the total opposite. She's a bookworm, studies hard, and wants to get into a good college. Rebel could care less about any of that. But he's always been there for her, no matter what, and they are as close as two people can get, but just as friends … or can there be more?
Be Warned: spanking
Rosie swallowed, knowing she didn’t want this to stop, that she wanted Rebel to be the boy that took her virginity.
“Is this really fucking happening?” he asked in a strained, tight voice.
She nodded. Yeah, it’s really happening. “I love you.”
He groaned before claiming her mouth again. She was pressed up against the wall as he kissed her with a passion she’d never thought she’d experience with him. Rosie wanted his hands all over her, taming this fire inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered against this mouth, and his grunt of a response was all he said before he had his hands on her breasts.
He clenched the mounds through the material of her shirt, and a spark of pleasure filled her.
“Take it off,” she all but gasped out. Before she knew what was happening he pulled the collar of her shirt down hard enough that it tore and her breasts spilled free.
“Are you sure about this, Rosie baby?” he asked, even though she’d all but said that, and her tits were hanging free right in front of him.
She didn’t even need to think about this. “I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want you to be my first, Rebel.”
He groaned and started kissing her neck. While doing that he pushed down her lounge pants and panties, and she felt like her heart would beat right through her chest. He cupped her cheeks in both of his hands and started kissing her mouth again, his tongue pushing past the seam of her lips and plunging in deep.
“Take off my pants, baby,” he murmured against her mouth.
With fumbling hands she pushed down the material blocking her from seeing all of him. And then they were pressed together naked, his cock hard against her belly and the tip slickened with his pre-cum. His hands on her breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, but she wanted more, needed more.
“You feel so good.” He slid his hands down her sides, moved one of them to cup her ass, and had the other one right over her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, and the gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster.
Never had a man touched her in any way, and she was so glad Rebel would be her first.
“I’ll be your last, too, Rosie girl,” Rebel said, and groaned deeply. His words, his whole demeanor, screamed possession. It was a side of Rebel she’d never seen, but had always wanted directed at her.
Had she said that last part out loud? She must have, because his response spoke volumes. But she wanted to be honest with him about everything. Rosie didn’t want to hide what she wanted, or how she felt anymore. What was the point?
Rebel started moving his fingers through her folds, rubbing her back and forth slowly until she curled her toes and felt her eyes roll back in her head because what he did to her made her feel so damn good.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Rosie girl,” he murmured against her throat as he continued to move his fingers up and down. She didn’t know if he was aware of the low grunts he was making, or the fact he was pushing his dick against her stomach, but God, were those things hot.