She meant to answer, but the sound came out as a whimper. She strained toward his fingers. It was impossible to feel self-conscious when she was being pulled apart with wanting a million things she didn’t have. One thing.

His fingertips found where she was slick and wet. She gulped air, and he drew her closer into his chest and touched her. One finger, sliding over wet skin and then up higher, opening her until his cock could sit right against her clit. Her leg muscles clenched and her toes curled, and she bit down on nothing, her teeth grinding together.

“LJ, oh God, I need to—” She pressed against him again, but it was sharp and too sensitive and she was so empty, her muscles squeezing inside as if they were waiting for him.

She pushed him away and he let her go immediately, his head coming up as she scrabbled across the bed to the nightstand. She yanked the drawer out, grabbing a box that Stacia had stuffed into her shopping bag the day they’d bought her new clothes. She dropped it twice trying to get a condom out, and then LJ took it from her, ducking his head to see her eyes.

“Andra, girl, are you sure about this?”

“I need you,” she gasped. “God, I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this, and I can’t even think, and I need you right now.”

His eyes darkened nearly to black, and he kissed her so hard she tipped over onto her back. He followed her down, his lips ravishing hers in a way that let her know he’d been holding back before. Way, way back.

Distantly, she heard the rip of foil, and then his hands spread her thighs open. She whimpered, curling toward his hands to steal a little more of his delicious warmth, that crazy, amazing feeling only he could give her. The blunt head of his cock nudged her, and he stopped kissing her for half a second, then his tongue delved deep. She moaned into his mouth as he took his dick in one hand, circling her entrance in the most maddening of teases as he wet the condom he wore.

He gasped something, and she gripped the base of his neck, pulling him back to her mouth. He groaned and pushed into her. She was so wet, and the tip slipped right in, but then he was too thick, and pain jolted when her body tried to stretch to fit him.

Pain. The battering of a pubic bone grinding against her own, every impact like a punch as a dick scraped raw and dry inside of her. Blink. The dusty ceiling of Gavin’s room and that one thread of a spiderweb hanging in the corner, taunting her, because she wasn’t free to stand up and knock it down.