Country Road Cravings

Chapter 1: First Touch on a Forbidden Lane

I’m nineteen, a college freshman still tethered to my parents’ house, and a virgin with a secret that’s been burning me up inside. His name is Jace, my big, broad-shouldered boyfriend with a smirk that could melt steel. We’ve been dancing around this heat for weeks, stolen glances and lingering touches, but tonight—tonight’s different. We’re in his beat-up Chevy, the engine humming low as Taylor Swift’s 'Dress' spills from the speakers, all sultry and daring, matching the pulse in my veins.

'Where are we even going?' I ask, my voice teasing, though my heart’s hammering. I’m in a sundress, the kind that hugs my curves just right, and I catch him stealing looks at the way it rides up my thighs.

'Somewhere no one’s gonna find us, babe,' Jace drawls, one hand on the wheel, the other inching toward my knee. His fingers are rough, calloused from working on cars, and the heat of his touch sends a shiver straight up my spine. 'You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna pull over right now.'

'Like what?' I challenge, arching a brow, leaning closer so my breath grazes his ear. 'Like I’ve been thinking about your hands on me all damn day?'

He groans, low and guttural, and swerves onto a dusty country road, the gravel crunching under the tires as he kills the engine. The world outside is dark, just the faint glow of the dashboard and the croon of Taylor singing about secret moments. 'You’re trouble, you know that?' he mutters, turning to me, his hazel eyes glinting with hunger.

'Good kind or bad kind?' I shoot back, my lips curling into a smirk as I unbuckle my seatbelt. I’m not some shy little thing—I’ve got fire in me, and I want him to feel it.

'The kind that’s gonna wreck me,' he says, and then his hands are on me, pulling me across the console until I’m half in his lap. His fingers slide up my sides, bold and possessive, and I gasp as he tugs the straps of my dress down, baring my breasts to the cool night air. 'Fuck, you’re gorgeous,' he breathes, his voice rough with want, and before I can sass him back, his mouth is on me, hot and hungry, sucking at my nipple like he’s been starving for it.

'Jace—oh, God,' I hiss, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation is electric, a jolt that shoots straight between my legs, making me squirm against him. We’re making out hard now, all teeth and tongue, the car windows fogging up as our breaths come fast and desperate. I can feel him, hard as hell beneath me, pressing against my thigh through his jeans, and it’s driving me wild.

'You feel that?' he growls against my skin, nipping at my collarbone as his hands grip my hips. 'That’s what you do to me, babe. Been thinking about this for fucking weeks.'

'Then don’t stop,' I demand, my voice sharp, daring him to push further. I’m not some fragile flower—I’m the one setting the pace, and I want more. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I grind down just enough to make him curse under his breath, the heat between us building to something explosive. The song loops back, Taylor’s voice a seductive whisper in the background, and I know we’re teetering on the edge of something we can’t take back. But right now, with his mouth on me and my body aching, I don’t care about consequences. I just want him.