Never Stop

6. Via

Chapter six

Via

2017

T he drive down to the island was anything but quiet. We talk almost daily on the phone, some days for hours. We hadn't seen each other face to face in way too long, so we had a lot of laughs, cheesy jokes, and useless facts to catch each other up on. These conversations are only amazing in person, seeing the other person's reaction to every word up close—the ones that phone calls and Facetime cannot replace.

It's been a year since Ander officially asked me to be his girlfriend, although I have always been his, even when he didn't know it. Our parents love us together. However, I don't think they would be happy if they knew we'd snuck off in the night together. I don't really care about anyone else's feelings right now. It's time for me to be selfish.

Ander's phone died on the way here, and my phone doesn't get an ounce of service down on the island, which doesn't matter much to either of us. At this moment, electronics or anything else related to the world outside our own has been the last thing on our minds. It's nice disconnecting from the outside world, especially with him.

I know he said this was a surprise, but I'm anything but surprised, which makes it all the more perfect. There's no place else he'd take me and no place else I'd rather go with him than the island. It will always be our place. When we first got down here, we parked at my family's beach house and walked out to the field. Our field .

We reminisced about when we first met over ten years ago, growing up together, and all the stupid shit we've done throughout the years. Time with him here in this place is my fondest childhood memory. We were lying on the ground looking up at the stars. I've always loved looking at the sky at night. There's something special about taking in the universe like that that reminds me my problems are so minor in the grand scheme of things. It's always brought me comfort.

As we lay together, I ran my hand through the grass, stopping on a particular weed. I pull it from the earth and hold it up. I can't help but laugh, thinking back to all those years ago when Ander wished I was the type of girl who made wishes on dandelions. At this exact moment, I decided to give it a try. Through my chuckles, of course. I huff in a deep breath, hold it in for a beat, silently make my wish, and blow it out. I watch the petals circle and dance with the wind into the night air above us. Anders's soft chuckle and "Hm, so she does wish on dandelions" beside me sends electricity through my veins. We both stay quiet for a bit after that.

I can feel Ander's fingers grazing my hip over my jeans, and I sense he's looking at me now. I turn my head away from the night sky, breaking the trance it held on me, to see him propped up on his right elbow, looking down at me. His light brown eyes look black in this light, and I don't mind it. I could get lost in them just the same.

I see a smirk dance around the corner of his lips as he starts to talk. "What are you thinking about right now?"

I roll my eyes as I let out a breath, "Leave it to you to want to get inside of my head," I say, laughing. He raises an eyebrow and nudges me softly. I shake my head at him and laugh a little harder.

Before I can answer, I can feel my cheeks flush, so I pull my hands up and cover my face as I try to hold back a laugh. Ander stands up and reaches down, extending his hands to help me up. I grab them, letting him do most of the work by pulling me off the ground.

Once I'm up and on my feet, he doesn't immediately let go of my hands like I expected. He uses them to pull me closer to him. Nervously, I look down, and he releases one of my hands, placing his hand on my chin and lifting my face towards him—slowly, softly, gently.

He leans in closer, his eyes locked on mine. With the other hand, he tucks my hair behind my ear like he always does, and with his thumb on my chin, he brushes it softly over my lips. Out of natural reaction, I lick them and bite down on my bottom lip. I can see the fire behind his eyes begin to burn wild. He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me into him, slowly inching our faces closer together.

The panic ensues. It's been almost a year since Ander and I have truly kissed. What if I don't remember what to do, and I make it awkward?

Where do my hands go?

DO I CLOSE MY EYES?

Yes, of course, I close my eyes.

Stop it, Olivia Rose! You've messed this up once before. Please don't do it again , I argue with myself.

"You idiot!" I gasp as it leaves my mouth, in utter shock. My eyes widen, and I shake my head fast in horror.

Oh my god. Please tell me I did not just say that out loud.

"Ander, I swear I didn't mean to say that out loud," He inches back slightly, raising a curious eyebrow and that damn smirk that makes my stomach dance.

"So you only wanted to think that I'm an idiot, not say it?" he says sarcastically as he laughs. Looking over my face, he sees the sheer embarrassment, slowly pulling me back closer toward him.

What else do I do out of sheer panic? Oh well, you know. I start laughing like a fucking hyena and rambling, of course .

"No, no, I didn't mean to think you're an idiot. I was thinking about how I'm an idiot if I-" and before I could finish, there it was.

He shuts me up as his lips slowly land on mine, and yes, I close my damn eyes. Thank you for at least remembering to do that, brain.

It is the sweetest feeling. He holds me so close that it feels like we are intertwined. then… We are .

He pulls me to him, and I wrap my legs around him, squeezing for dear life. His lips move on mine, and I follow suit. I am catching on quicker by the second. The longer it lasts, the more I need it never to stop. I can't believe I was scared of this. Nothing in the world has ever felt so right.

He arches back, breaking our kiss, stares into my eyes for a beat, and runs his hands through my hair. The look on his face makes me come apart, and the heat between my legs increases. I may be a virgin, but I know what it feels like to be turned on. Because damn, I'm almost always hot and bothered when it comes to him.

"Let's go to the beach house," I suggest seductively. Or at least, I intend for it to be alluring. Who knows, I could look fucking constipated for all I know. I have no clue what the hell it is I'm doing, but I'm following my instincts for once, and damn, does it feel good.

His eyebrows pull together in confusion, and he bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle.

"V, we don't have to do that."

I roll my eyes, shove him playfully, and then stand beside him, putting my hands on my hips. "It wasn't a question Ander. Now, take me to that damn house!" I demand in the firmest voice I can muster through the soft giggles that I'm trying to hold back.

He arches one eyebrow at me and stares for a minute, then pulls me into him, making us impossibly close.

"Fiesty, I love that side of you." He growls into my ear, nipping on it softly, as he runs up behind me and swings me into his arms, gripping me tightly into a hug from behind. The backside of my body is squeezed up tightly against the front side of his, and I can feel him hardening, even through both of our clothes.

Oh shit. If I had not been turned on before, I definitely would have been now.

He nips at my ear again and says, "If we go in that house, I can't promise you I'll want to hold back, Rosie."

I gulp—nervousness coursing through my body, but craving overpowers it.

"I can promise you that I won't want you to hold back," I whisper as I lean slightly to the side, revealing my neck to him even more. He places a kiss right below my ear and sucks on the sensitive skin there softly. He lets out a grunt as he hears my words.

It tickles but feels so good. Eagerly, I squeeze my hands around his arms, which are still wrapped around my waist, and I walk towards the house, pulling Ander with me. He lets go of me and pulls me to a stop. Confused, I swing around to face him. As I do, his strong arms swoop me up into him, cradling me like a baby. One hand on my ass and the other supporting my head and neck. The hand on my ass doesn't hesitate to give it a tight squeeze as we walk forward, and I let out a moan mixed with a soft giggle as my lips fall open. He stops walking for a moment to quickly dip his head down and swallow the moan as it leaves my mouth, kissing me forcefully.

When he gets us to the stairs, I pull myself off him, run up, and search for the key my dad hides in the flower pot on the back deck. Ander follows close behind me. I'm fumbling with opening the door, my nerves getting the better of me.

He comes up behind me, wraps one arm around my waist, rubs my left shoulder with his other hand, and then places a kiss on it, sending a jolt of lightning through my entire body.

After what felt like forever, we finally made it inside. I don't give him the chance to kiss me again. It's my turn to kiss him. He broke the ice, and now my body needs his. My body is feening for his.

We are standing a few feet from each other, eyes locked. The way his eyes rake down my body, staring at me with such desire, makes the aching between my legs even worse, and I've never wanted anything so bad.

Ander goes to take slow steps towards me to close the gap between us, but I don't let him. I hold up a hand, signaling him to stop. I hold his eye contact, glancing at how his clothes fit over his body and wanting to see him without them. I'm used to seeing him in swim shorts with no shirt, but his body has gotten toned since I last saw him. I want to see what it looks like bare, especially now.

He raises an eyebrow my way, almost as if he's asking what's next.

With a deep breath, I answer his silent questions with actions instead of words.

First, I slowly remove my jeans and kick them to the side. His eyes widen, and I can see the fire behind them burning hot for me. Our eyes stayed locked, and seeing him want me like this has me biting down on my bottom lip.

He attempts to take another step toward me.

"No, I want you to watch," I say softly, but it sounds desperate as I push the words out with a rasp. I gulp and lick my lips, and then he groans as his head falls back slightly, combing a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Fuck, V. I want to see everything you want to show me."

I giggle at his words. I always seem to laugh when I shouldn't. I quickly recovered, nervous that my laugh ruined the moment I searched his eyes, but it only seemed to turn him on even more. He seems to like my idea, and he takes a few steps back and props a foot up on the wall as he leans against it. Crossing his arms over his chest with that god damn sexy crooked grin on his face. His eyes focus in on me as if his life depended on it.

"Take off your shirt." His voice is raspier than usual, and there's a greedy need behind his tone.

Instead of letting me take complete control like I was trying to, he takes over and talks me through it. Once my shirt is gone and thrown across the room, our eyes are still locked, and I'm feeling very vulnerable standing here on display in front of the boy I've had a crush on most of my life.

I am a little shy, but also I feel beautiful. How could I not feel beautiful with his eyes searching my body? He licks his bottom lip and bites down on it as he looks over my breast.

"Lose the bra and panties, babe. Let me see exactly what I'm about to get to enjoy."

I inhale a sharp breath as my eyes squeeze shut, and I feel myself soak in his words. Ander has always liked things in his life a certain way. He strives for perfection in everything he does, and I always tease him for being a tad OCD. It makes sense to me that he would want to be in control and tell me exactly what he wants. I also have no clue what I'm doing, so this makes it easier. It's turning me the fuck on hearing that raspy tone increase in his voice.

I do as I'm told. His eyes squeeze together a little in pleasure but don't shut as his head leans back and hits the wall. He courses a hand back and forth over his chin, looking me over intently as if he likes what he sees.

I'm standing here feeling a little awkward. I'm unsure what to do with my hands, and I catch myself swaying and shifting a little bit, but I don't speak. Ander is a man of few words, and I always feel I'm doing most of the talking. If he wants to do the talking right now, well damn, who am I to stop him? I hold his gaze, waiting for whatever he will say next.

"Do you ever play with yourself, V?"

"Mmm," I purr out and nod.

His smile widens like he likes that response. He looks so primal right now, and it's fucking hot.

"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He growls out.

My core clinches at his question. My cheeks begin to flush with an awkward smile. I go quiet, feeling a little too embarrassed to respond. I shuffle on my feet and use one hand to block between my legs. I shrug and break his gaze as I look down to the floor.

"Drop the hand and answer the question, V. I want to know." his voice is slightly more commanding this time but not intimidating.

It's delicious .

"I think about you, Ander. I always think about you." My words come out shaky, and I'm nervous about his response.

I can tell he likes my response just because of the way he shifts on the wall. His eyes trace down my body and stop between my legs. He licks his lips again like he's hungry, and I'm the meal he wants to devour.

"Lay on the couch and show me. Show me how you touch yourself, but I want you to look at me instead of thinking about me. Eyes on me. Can you do that?"

He walks toward me and motions for me to go to the couch. I arch an eyebrow at him. I was a little embarrassed and very nervous. I bite my lips at his words as they send vibrations through my body. I take a deep breath in and walk to the couch. He follows behind me, stands against the wall across from the sofa, and removes all his clothes, leveling the score and making us even.

I gulp at the sight of him standing naked before me, but I do what he asks. I lay back on the couch; my hand trails down my body as I stare at the ceiling.

"Look at me, Babe," he demands softly.

I look over at Ander, and he's taking his cock in his hand, stroking up and down the length. I can't help but stare as I let out a soft moan. Watching him touch himself in front of me makes me more at ease and comfortable. My hands meet my slit, and I press down firmly on my sensitive bud of nerve endings. I begin to rub in circular motions.

"Good girl, now just enjoy yourself, and once you're done, we can enjoy each other." He breathes out. I return with a nod as I keep rubbing. At this point, it feels too good even to consider stopping.

Our eyes are locked on one another's body, and we match each other's pace. My heart is racing, and my breathing is getting heavier. I let out some soft moans as the pleasure takes over my body. It doesn't take long for me to get close to the edge of an orgasm.

With my thumb still firmly rubbing circles on my sensitive clit, I slide a finger inside and pump softly to help me get closer to finishing as my opposite hand cups my breast.

"Ahh! Fuck Ander, I'm about to—" I scream out with a moan as my eyes squeeze shut.

"Eyes on me, babe," He growls, his voice closer. I open my eyes, and he's standing at the edge of the couch now, his cock no longer in his hand. His hands are reaching for me. He takes one of my nipples in with his mouth as he cups my other breast, massaging it with his hand. His other hand removes mine from between my legs right before I'm about to go, and I sigh in frustration.

He doesn't stop; I can feel him smile on my breast as he bites down softly on my nipple and then begins sucking it in firmly. His hand traces lines around my clit, purposefully not touching it as he deliberately teases me. He sucks my nipple in again, hard, and lets it fall out with a popping sound. His eyes dart up to mine, which are staring down at him.

With a tenderness in his voice but somewhat out of breath, he asks, "Are you sure this is what you want, V? I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

I don't say anything; I nod reassuringly as my fingers run through his hair, tugging softly. He groans softly. I can tell he liked that, so I do it again a little harder.

"No nodding; I need to hear it. Tell me this is okay. Tell me this is what you want. Say out loud that you want me,"

I swallow and let out a breath. Saying it out loud feels intimidating, but it's time to say what I want—for once.

"I want this. I want you, Ander. Inside of me. So fucking bad, I want you. I've always wanted you."

He growls at my words, his face morphing into that sexy grin he melts my heart with, and before I know it, he's going to work. On me, that is. His fingers find my sensitive, swollen clit instantly. He flicks it a few times, then presses down and rubs it as if his life depended on it. His mouth isn't far behind. Once his tongue darts out, he slides a finger inside of my opening. His mouth is working my clit over, licking and sucking softly as his finger is pumping in and out of me. I can feel myself tightening around his large finger.

"Fuck babe, you're so damn tight. So wet. I want to feel you like this around my cock. Are you ready?"

I go to nod, but I stop myself. I am reminding myself that he wants to hear me.

"Yes, I'm ready. Please, Ander. Pleaseee." I beg.

He lets out a groan, and he backs up a bit. "V, I didn't come here to do this. I didn't expect it. We have never gone this far before, and I don't have a condom, but I can promise to pull out. Are you sure you're okay?"

I gulp, a little more nervous than I was. Knowing this isn't Anders's first time and my inexperience leaves me more vulnerable here. Ander tells me everything. Before we became more, hearing of his previous sexual "experiments" hurt, but none he's ever described have seemed like this .

I've never held any of it over his head. It's actually intrigued me. Okay, maybe I was a little jealous that he would touch other girls in that way, but not me. It made me wonder if he liked me in that way, the way I was beginning to like him. Before I could go down that rabbit hole, things between us started to intensify, and I just knew .

I extend my arm and rub a hand on his cheek. "I've been on birth control since I was thirteen, remember? I'm not worried unless you are."

He smiles a half smile. I can tell his insecurities are out, and he's just as nervous now as I am. He returns my gesture of rubbing my cheek softly with his thumb, laying his body on top of mine, and kisses me. Softly, tenderly, and with so much love and passion. I return his motions, deepening the kiss by opening my mouth and piercing through his lips with my tongue, finding his and massaging it with my own. He groans into my mouth, and I swallow it in as I thrust my hips upward to him and nod.

I signal to him that I trust him, need this, and want it just as badly as he does. He nods back, still rubbing his thumb across my cheek, and breaks away from our kiss with a smile.

Taking his time and being incredibly gentle, he takes the tip of his cock and edges it inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as I feel my body stretching and adjusting around his size. His head rolls back, and my eyes squeeze shut as he softly pushes in a little further. My hands grab at his back, and my eyes screw shut tighter.

Before moving inside of me, he leans in and kisses my forehead. Panting and breathy, he asks, "V, are you okay?" With such a soft, caring tone laced in his words. I open my eyes and look into his as I nod, breathing deeply.

He starts to move in and out of me slowly, taking special care not to go too far in.

His length is long—scary long—so I know he isn't giving me all he's got. It feels fantastic all the same. It hurts, but it's the kind of pain I can take any day if it feels this good.

"Ander," I pant. "Give me more. I want more."

He lets out a growl, and I can see the need within him.

"I don't want to hurt you baby."

"Fucking hurt me; it'll be the best pain I've ever felt." I thrust up to meet his thrust, forcing him deeper inside of me.

"Fuckkkk," Ander grunts as his head rears back. "Baby, how are you so fucking perfect?"

"If it's too much, you say stop and we fucking stop, okay?"

I nod, and he wastes no time. Ander grabs onto my hips, digging his fingers into my skin, and he slowly pushes into me until he is fully seated inside.

"Ahhh, oh my fucking god. That feels so good."

"Mmm, damn right you do. You fit around me perfectly." He leans in and tenderly places a kiss on my lips.

"I love you." He whispers as he backs away. "So fucking much."

"I love you too," I say with a moan as he thrusts in again. My legs begin to tremble, my body clinches, and I see stars.

I always knew Anderson Cole would be the one I'd lose my virginity to. He was the only one I could see myself doing anything with, and yes, it felt every ounce of right. He was gentle until I wasn't. Even then, he was still caring in his movements. Making sure I was okay every step of the way.

I was not okay. Because I was so much more than just 'okay.' For once, I felt great. It lasted well into the morning, and I'm sore. Now we're in my room in the house; he's still snoring on my side of the bed. It's a beautiful sight. Drool included.

I've wanted this with him for so long, and finally let myself have it. Damn, did it feel good. So good that I couldn't sleep. I love watching him sleep. I love him.

I love him .

I lean down and whisper in his ear, "I truly love you, Ander," I swear I see a ghost of a smile cross his face between his rumbling snores.

Ha! I'm officially a sap. I can't help but laugh at myself. My brain needs coffee, but damn, my body needs him. Again .

I decide to let him sleep and settle on the coffee. I slip out of bed or attempt to.

As I started rolling out of bed, he pulled my body back towards him. He was positioning me so that his chest was resting against my back, our bodies curving into one, and I could feel every inch of him. I can't control the obnoxiously loud gulp that escapes my throat. He moves my hair, nestling his head on my shoulder.

His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "I love you so much, Rosie. I have always loved you, and I always will. I'll never stop ."

Oh no, not the tears. The tears filled my eyes as I tried to hold back with every fiber of my being. Shit. There's no use. They're here whether I like it or not. I didn't make a sound, but I'm not sure if he knows me this well or if he sensed it, but he leaned over and wiped them away as they fell and softly kissed my shoulder.

I couldn't even respond instantly. I didn't have to. There's something comforting about loving someone and feeling their love rather than just hearing them say it. I've felt Ander's love long before the words escaped his lips, and the same goes for him. He felt my love, whether or not I spoke the words right then, but damn, they felt good to hear.

"I love you too," I whispered, finally. I scooted backward, inching closer to him as he squeezed me tighter.

"Will you love me forever?" he asked softly, stroking my hair. I could sense the smile spreading on his face.

I giggle softly. The question warms my heart so much that he would even be thinking about a lifetime with me. " I'll never stop, either , "I respond with a smile. I couldn't not love this boy until the last days. He squeezes me, pulling me in a little tighter to him.