The summer night was thick with heat and cheap beer when it happened.Jake's parents were out of town, so the old crew piled into his basement like we always did: fairy lights strung up, music thumping, everyone half-drunk and laughing too loud. I was twenty-two now, same as him, but to me Jake had always just been Jake: the lanky kid next door who used to steal my crayons in kindergarten and still knew exactly how I liked my coffee.I didn't know he'd been hard for me since we were fourteen. Didn't know he jerked off to the memory of me in that red bikini at the lake when we were sixteen. Didn't know every time I bent over in yoga pants he had to bite the inside of his cheek until it bled just to keep from groaning out loud.That night I wore a tiny black crop top and denim shorts that barely covered my ass. The tequila made everything fuzzy and warm. Someone dared us to Seven Minutes in Heaven like we were still in high school. The bottle spun. It landed on me. Then on Jake.Everyone whooped. I rolled my eyes, laughing, and let him drag me into the walk-in pantry.The door clicked shut. Darkness swallowed us."Seven minutes, huh?" I teased, voice already slurred.His breathing was ragged. I could feel the heat rolling off him. Then his hands found my waist in the dark, rougher than I expected, thumbs digging into my hipbones."Em…" His voice cracked. "Fuck, Em, I can't pretend anymore."Before I could ask what he meant, his mouth crashed into mine. Hungry. Desperate. Ten years of want poured into one bruising kiss. I gasped against his lips and he took the opening, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he was starving. My back hit the shelves. Cans clattered. His hard cock ground against my stomach through his jeans and I moaned, shocked at how big he felt."Jake—""I've wanted to fuck you since we were kids," he growled against my throat, teeth scraping. "Every sleepover. Every time you changed in front of me like it was nothing. I'm done waiting."His hands shoved under my crop top, palming my tits, pinching my nipples until they throbbed. I was soaked instantly, thighs clenching. He yanked my shorts down in one rough motion, fingers diving between my legs."Jesus, you're dripping." Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, curling hard. I cried out, nails clawing his shoulders. He pumped fast, thumb grinding my clit, kissing me sloppy and filthy while I rode his hand like a slut."Gonna fuck you right here," he rasped. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy I've dreamed about for years."He spun me, bent me over a stack of boxed wine. My cheek pressed to the cool cardboard. I heard his belt, his zipper. Then the thick, burning stretch of his bare cock shoving into me in one brutal thrust.I screamed into my own arm. He didn't stop. Just gripped my hips and started pounding, deep, punishing strokes that slammed my cervix and made my eyes water. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust."Take it," he snarled. "Take every inch of the cock that's been hard for you since we were fucking teenagers."I came so hard my legs shook, pussy clamping around him, squirting down my thighs. He groaned like he was dying and fucked me through it, faster, harder, until he buried himself balls-deep and exploded, pumping rope after thick rope of cum into me until it leaked out around his cock.The timer on someone's phone buzzed. Seven minutes were up.We stumbled out, clothes half-on, faces flushed. Everyone cheered like they had no idea he'd just bred me against pantry shelves.That was only the beginning.Three days later we were "trying" dating. Which really meant we were fucking like animals every chance we got.First official date: he took me to the drive-in. Ten minutes into the movie he had me straddling him in the backseat, skirt shoved to my waist, riding his cock slow and deep while the speakers played some dumb action flick. He sucked bruises into my tits, bit down on my nipple when I came, then flipped me onto my stomach across the seat and railed me from behind until the car rocked and windows fogged. He finished on my ass, smearing his cum over my skin like he was marking territory.Next morning he woke me up with his tongue in my pussy, eating me out sloppy and loud until I begged. Then he dragged me on top, made me sink down on his morning wood raw. I bounced on him, tits in his face, while he slapped my ass red and told me how many times he'd fantasized about waking up inside me.Afternoon: shower sex. He pinned me to the tile, one leg over his shoulder, and fucked me so hard the showerhead rattled. Water poured over us as he choked me lightly, thumb pressing my tongue down, growling, "Open your throat next time, baby. Gonna train it to take my cock just like your cunt does."Night: his childhood bedroom. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his old soccer scarf, spread me wide, and spent an hour licking, fingering, and toying my pussy until I was sobbing for release. Then he edged himself inside me, inch by inch, pulling out every time I got close. When he finally let me come it was explosive; I squirted all over his abs and he roared, slamming in deep and flooding me again.We never made it out of the honeymoon phase. Every date ended the same: clothes ripped off, holes filled, sheets soaked. He'd whisper filthy confessions in my ear while he was balls-deep: how he used to sniff my panties when I left them in his bathroom, how he came in his hand watching me through the window when I sunbathed topless that one time.And every time he came inside me he'd hold my face, force me to look at him, and say the same thing:
"Been yours since we were kids, Em. Now you're finally mine."I never stood a chance.