WARNING THIS IS A LOT OF SMUT LOL

Also not edited YET

My plan was going perfectly so far. Everyone was getting along great and Amy's house was packed for her birthday. The living room was slowly becoming a dance floor and I knew that would be a perfect way to start 'Operation seduce Warner Brooks'. I had to wait my turn though because Warner was currently next to a drunk Amy who was crying over his gift to her. He had gone out of his way to buy her the purse she wanted, even though it had a huge price tag. She started sobbing as soon as she unwrapped it and hasn't let him go since.

Sarah is trying to get Amy to put down the purse but she is still holding it tight to her chest in disbelief. She still has a death grip on Warner's wrist but he still looks content, sitting there with her.

It makes my heart swell to see him go above and beyond for my friends. I could sit and watch them all day long like this.

Warner catches me staring.

The corner of his lips lifts into that stunning smile. I smile, too.

I love you, he mouths.

My smile widens so big, that I'm sure my face is about to crack.

I mouth the words back to him and Amy finally lets go of him. He says one more thing to her before walking over to me. I notice his eyes drift to my legs and back up to my face, his lips quirking up in a smile.

He pulls my small frame to him, embracing me with two strong arms. I rest my cheek on his chest, his body pressed along mine, and I shut my eyes.

His hand lowers to the small of my back, and he dips his head. His lips to my ear, he whispers, "Watching you in that dress all night and not being able to touch you has been quite painful."

I flush and tilt my chin up. "Are you free for a dance then? I'll even let you touch me if you are good." I pull him along to the living room not giving him much of a chance to answer.

Warner and I weave through the crowd of dancers, pressing together. I spin and turn my back to him, his hands cupping under my hips, fingertips settling in the grooves of my hip bones. The music rattles the floor beneath us as I find the rhythm, pleased when he follows it without hesitation. None of that boring guy posturing, where they just stand still and be rubbed up against. Warner and I were actually moving together; like our bodies have been designed for the connection.

I reach my arms back, palms holding onto his shoulders, and rest my head on his shoulder, a soft scratch from his stubble against my temple. Our hips curl together, and one hand remains squeezing my hip as the other meanders up to my ribs in a slow caress that leaves a ticklish, prickling path on my skin.

Warner is a good enough dancer that the more I relax, the stronger his lead is until I am loose and following the coaxing guide of his hands. I shift my feet apart, and his leg fills the space. His breath is hot on my neck, his hands gripping tighter with every slow roll of our bodies in unison.

His thumb strokes against the underside of my breast and before I can react, he spins me to face him. He pulls me flush against him, and now the leg between my thighs is something to grind against. I grip at the collar of his shirt, running my fingertips along the underside, and tip my chin back to meet his eyes.

Warner's lips are parted on a pant and his eyes are hooded, arousal plain to see. I tear my stare away, watching the other dancers over his shoulder, smiling at Abby and Winston who are watching us very closely. Abby grins at me and fake fans herself at our dancing. I might actually need to fan myself, it was getting a bit too hot on this dance floor. Especially with the way Warner and I are dancing.

"Everyone is staring at us," I whisper but it only makes him smile and his smile grows when he looks around and gets a thumbs up from Max.

"You don't mind?" I ask.

"I like being seen beside you, Jules. I like everyone seeing us together."

Next thing I know Warner tips his head down, lips skimming over my throat as his fingers dig into what was left of my hips and ass, drawing me tight against the ridge of arousal between us. I accidentally let out a moan, and I don't know if he hears it in the thunder of bass and lyrics around us. He continues to softly graze his lips along my neck, planting a soft kiss beneath my ear.

Okay, I was feeling a little too good. My eyes fall shut and my forehead lands on his shoulder as we move in tandem. I did say I was planning on seducing him tonight but he seems to have taken over the seduction part. I am impatient to move on to the next part of my plan, so I rock against his thigh which slides up the hem of my dress and my underwear slides against his skin.

Shit. Well, Warner was feeling how badly I wanted him now.

We lift our heads at the same time and all I need is one look from his eyes. I tip my head up, and his arms circle my back as his eyes slide shut, our lips colliding in a perfect meld. No clumsy confusion, just out-and-out deep kisses, tongues stroking together.

I pull away, feeling his groan vibrate against my lips, and then grab his hands from my back, dragging him through the crowd with me. When I look back at Warner his brow is faintly furrowed, his smile curling as I lead him off the dance floor and up the stairs where a bedroom is already vacant for us.

Perks of knowing the host of the party.

I push the door open with my shoulder, finally far enough from the pounding music to hear his easy laugh, the chuckle rasping in my ear. It turns quickly into a moan as I push him against the back of the door, pinning him there by those perfect shoulders of his and taking his mouth again, rubbing my body against his in a desperate bid for friction.

"Fuck, Jules," he mutters, losing track of whatever he planned to say as I suck on his tongue.

I was serious about not dying a virgin and I don't think Warner is complaining much about my new found bravado. He shudders as I bite his lip, grasping the back of his neck with one hand and holding our mouths together.

I didn't shave my whole body and lather it in lotion for nothing.

Finally getting with the program, he lets out a soft muffled growl and grips my ass in his big hands, spinning me to the door with a soft slap of my skin against the surface. I wrap my legs around his hips, a high breathy sigh escaping my lips as he rubs the stretched crotch of his pants against the lace underwear.

"You wet for me, gorgeous?" he whispers, and I shiver at the rougher edge of his tone as he grows more aroused against me.

"Find out for yourself," I answer, desperate to be touched.

He hums, smiling into the kiss, holding me with one hand at the center of my back as the other delves under my dress, brushing against the inside of my thighs. Higher and higher his touch skims, refusing to be hurried even as I squirm closer. The second he touches me, we both moan, his fingers sliding through generous moisture and my hips bucking into the touch as it echoes up into my heart, making it thump twice as fast.

"More," I moan, hands stroking over his chest, tugging the crisp gray shirt loose from his pants, fumbling at his belt and then back up to his collar to undo the top buttons.

"Christ, you're soaked. Lemme taste," he hisses, hand drawing away and up to his lips.

I watch, breathless, as his tongue flicks out to taste the shining slick I'd left on his fingers. His thick eyelashes flutter and he groans, sucking hard on his own digits until I tug his hand away and replace his fingers with my tongue, fucking it into his mouth and whining at our shared taste.

His hand immediately returns to me, stroking and dipping inside as I blindly tear at his buttons. Even the stretch of his fingers feels good, and I rock into the intrusion, encouraging him deeper.

He slides one finger deep inside of me, hissing as I clench around him. I shiver and try not to collapse completely as his thumb brushed against my clit, making me stiffen and cry out. "Yes, that's it."

I whine and shudder as he repeats the careful touch, the sensation both sharp and gentle, the beginning every bit as delirious as the coming finale.

It was so simple, but I loved it, my body rolling as it had on the dance floor as he pumps one finger, and then two, all while slowly rolling my clit under his thumb. His other hand strokes up from my hip to my breast, working it gently through the fabric, gripping briefly and testing my cry as he squeezes tighter.

"Yes!"

I was so close and I wanted to draw some of the reins back. I lean forward, pushing aside the collar of his shirt to suck on his throat. I freeze just as he crooks his fingers inside of me, drawing out a stuttering and surprising orgasm that leaves me crumpling forward into him, his arm curling around my back and drawing me to his chest.

I pull my dress down but this isn't where I want things to end, especially since he hasn't even got to finish himself. "I want more," I whisper to him, hoping he knows what I mean.

Even though I had just orgasmed, Warner drops to his knees in front of me thinking that's what I mean.

"Warner..."

"This won't take long. You're still turned on so let me ease that for you." He lifts my dress back up over my ass. "Spread your legs for me Juliet."

Even though I want to hold strong, there's no point. My body is humming and already wants another release. I spread my legs and hold onto the door knob.

"That's my good girl." He moves his head in between my legs and before I can remember the plan and protest, his fingers are spreading me and he is licking long strokes up my slit, and it's the most delicious thing I've ever felt.

Something I have learned very quickly about Warner is he loves going down on me. No, he doesn't just love it, he craves it. I swear his head has been between my legs more than his own textbooks for exams. And it shows because he's so damn good at it. Like he's been practicing the act just as much as he practices his kick in soccer.

However, I somehow find the strength within me to resist. I pull Warner's head back up so I can look him in the eye when I say this next part.

"What's wrong?" He frowns at me.

"I want to finish what we started earlier."

"Yes, I believe that's what I was just about to do."

"No. I want more, I want..sex Warner."

The look on his face when the words leave my mouth is priceless. A second later he is grabbing his keys out of his pocket and we are saying our goodbyes to Amy downstairs.

We arrive back at our dorm and don't even make it to either of our bedrooms. We get as far as the couch when he kisses me. I want to commit his taste, his feel to memory. The bite of lime from his earlier water. The warmth of his tongue teasing mine. The pressure of it all. The hint of desperation. Of need. I don't want to forget a single thing.

He pulls back and then rests his forehead against mine, the only sound is his breathing and my own heartbeat hammering against my chest. I can feel the battle that wars inside him in how he grips my neck, how he occasionally forces himself to loosen his hold on me. But I don't want that. I want him to hold me tighter. I want that wildness he tries to lock away.

I tilt my mouth to his, nipping his bottom lip. Warner groans.

"Take me to bed," I whisper.

"Are you sure you want this I don't want to-"

I press a single finger to his lips. "You won't hurt me. I want this. Don't you want to have sex with me?" I trail that finger from his lips down the column of his neck and let it dip into the opening of his shirt and unbutton the first button.

Warner hisses out a breath. "You are a temptress. You know that?" In a move that takes me by surprise, he jumps to his feet, pulling me up with him. My legs wrap around his waist as he picks me up and he begins striding towards his room with purpose.

"I can walk, you know."

Warner doesn't meet my gaze. He is singularly focused now. "But then I wouldn't have your body pressed against mine."

That is a good enough argument for me. He pulls the door open, letting it slam behind him. His strides are long and powerful, and the friction they cause has my core tightening. "Hurry," I breathe.

His pace quickens. Soon, we are in his room, in front of his bed. My centre presses against the bulge in his pants as he does so, and I can't hold in my moan.

When his lips move up to find mine, I press my hands flat on his chest and my fingers hurriedly reach out for his shirt and I fumble with the buttons of it. My fingers are trembling so much I can't get the stupid thing off. With a tiny growl of frustration, I grab the opening at the top and rip his shirt down the front, hearing the soft patter of buttons hitting the hardwood floor. I glance up, and he's looking at me like I just scored a goal in the World Cup final.

"I know a good seamstress," I croak, my hands reaching out to claw at Warner's sculpted chest.

The kiss is emotion and ownership all wrapped into one. His tongue is raspy and warm. I am so involved in his lips and the heat of his hands on the middle of my back, that I barely notice when he pulls my dress down and unclips my bra like a pro to expose my breasts.

I work towards shimmying out of my dress that he has already pulled halfway down. I don't want him ripping it like I ripped his shirt. I get the dress off and I'm left in my lacy underwear. My hands shake as they plant themselves on his ribs and slide down all that soft skin, rippling muscles and obliques, before pausing at the button of his dress pants. I pluck at it, my heart beating a quick nervous beat and slip my fingers into the band of his underwear.

I bring them down. Everything. Pants and boxers and drop on my knees in front of him.

My shaky hand wraps around him, squeezing the hard length. I watch his face as I lick a circle around the broad tip of his crown just like he'd shown me days before. He tastes salty, musky, and so, so good. The groan that tears out of his throat when I wrap my lips around him makes me clench my thighs together.

His hand slips around the back of my head, holding me in place. Those green eyes are hard and heavy above his tight mouth. "Fuck." He groans and only gives me the chance to suck the pink tip with all the pressure my lips can vacuum twice before he jerks out of my mouth abruptly and pulls me to stand.

"Baby," he murmurs, slanting his mouth over mine. He shoves my underwear down to my knees and his bare feet brush my legs as he helps me get my underwear completely off. "You're so beautiful, Jules," his fingertips find the peaks of my breasts, circling them until they pebble. Warner's groin presses against my stomach.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead resting on mine as he pants against my face. "I need to be inside you."

This was it.

"Then do it already," I pant.

I raise my leg without any suggestion, hooking it over his hip in a move that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. What if this doesn't live up to his expectations?

My worries are forgotten a second later when Warner grabs the back of my thigh in a firm hold. He slides his other hand from my breast down, down, down until he slips his fingers over my slit. Fingertips dipped between my damp lips, stroking my clit hidden between them.

I cry out.

The cry spurs those miraculous fingertips to move from my clit until they are sinking inside me, slowly. Two thick fingers enter me, earning a stifled breath from Warner.

"Shit, Jules," he hisses.

He pulls his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing back in. Warner thrusts them in and out, over and over again, scissoring then plunging until I am soaking wet, until his hand is drenched with my excitement, my lips spread tight around his fingers.

"I've wanted this for so long," he groans into my skin, his voice deep and raspy. "Wanted you for so long. I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

Then he stops and pulls his fingers out slowly. Right when I'm about to complain he hoists me up and throws me onto his bed. I move backwards and his body comes over mine, his erection resting right on my slit.

He grinds his pelvis into me. His eyes dilated with a hunger that sent a thrill through me as he cups my cheek. His musky scent floods my nose and sends another wave of moisture down my center. "This is your show, Jules. Whenever you say stop, I'll stop. I'm a big boy, I can deal if you stop at any point."

When his eyes meet mine there is desire burning within them – the same desire that I felt, but something else. Something cautious. He was restraining himself, I realized. Part of him still expected me to tell him to stop, that I wasn't ready for this. But I was ready. I wanted Warner, every single bit of him.

I wanted it all.

I grab his face in my hands and kiss him urgently, my arms winding their way around Warner's neck, fusing our mouths together. "I don't want to stop."

He pulls away only to bite my neck, his breathing so heavy I worry that he will pass out, or in his case, spontaneously combust from whatever dozens of emotions are hammering through his system.

"Condom?" He grunts out.

"I'm on birth control." I pant.

Consequences be damned! I just wanted this man inside me.

I sneak my hand between our bodies to grasp his thick erection. Adrenaline and nerves pump through my veins as I try to line him up where he belongs, the thick tip nudging too high, then too low until finally, finally, he is there. The head dips the barest inch inside, more like a friendly kiss than anything.

Warner slides an arm under me, bringing our chests flush. "You okay?" He asks in a husky voice, sinking an inch deeper into me.

I think about how I used to believe I would just get this virginity thing over with a stranger. If only Jiggly Juliet could see me now and who I was going to end up losing it to.

I would do this anywhere. The car. The bathroom. Wherever. I didn't care I just wanted it to be with Warner.

My answer is a nod and a nip to the column of his throat.

With a tiny, reassuring smile, he leans in and begins kissing me with tender passion. When his tongue thrusts into my mouth, his erection mimics the motion down below.

Warner groans, thrusting what feels like half of him into me so slowly, so precisely, it only feels uncomfortable because he is going where no man has gone before. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," he hisses, loud, kissing my neck with more than just his tongue and lips.

It's a sharp, instant burn that makes me flinch. I break away from his lips and gasp for air. For space. For relief. Everything is tight. Too tight. Warner holds himself over the top of me and looks down at me with so much care and concern in his eyes, that my heart nearly implodes from the tenderness on his face.

"Okay?" I ask him, which seemed ridiculous when he looks up at me with a pained expression.

His green eyes are heavy, the rough line of his jaw locked. He flexes his hips, letting himself sink in another inch. "You're perfect. So goddamn perfect." His hips withdraw almost completely before he pushes back in with care and patience. It is only a small, breathless huff that gives away the battle going on beneath his skin.

Breathing in and out of my mouth, I try to relax around him. With two more planned, short thrusts, Warner has filled me. It isn't painful exactly, more strange than anything. I flex my inner muscles around him, experimentally, earning a rough grunt.

"Don't," he hisses through clenched