The Trashy Virgin(7)

And I took a deep breath, summoning my deepest reserves of control.  Because Brent and I weren't going to stop, the train had left the  station and was already barreling a hundred miles an hour down the  tracks. No matter what steep curves came our way, what mountains we had  to climb, there was no way we were going to stop tasting each other,  stop loving one another. So I tried again.

"You came home after school and heard us," I repeated, keeping my voice calm and even.

Jason nodded furiously.

"I got away from Ms. Smith, don't worry, I can handle my women," he  sneered. "I got home and what did I hear but a symphony playing in the  bathroom, so many "Oh Brents!" and "Touch me here, touch me theres!"  Please Katy," he snarled again. "I heard it all, it's burned into my  fucking eardrums, I had to stay in the woods for a while to get the  ringing out of my head."

I exhaled deeply. So that's how it had gone down, Jason had returned  early and heard us, stumbled in on our love session, and immediately  beat feet, stunned with shock. But something was off. Surely he didn't  think that we'd be going at it for five hours, a five hour session would  be really long, so why didn't he come back earlier? Why stay out in the  cold, freezing woods for five hours?

And it was like Jason could read my mind, his blue eyes filled with pain.

"Because you loved it Katy," he said then, his voice a hoarse rasp. "You  were with Brent and you loved it. I could hear it in your cries, I  could hear it in your pants, your everything, and I couldn't take it  because  …  I wanted to be your first," he said brokenly.

The admission blew all resistance out of me, the fight draining from my  body. I took a deep breath before exhaling, heart pounding in my throat.  Because here we were, back to square one, my "brother's" stark  admission that he wanted me, that he'd lusted after my curves, that  knowing I'd been with our guardian had driven him over the edge, made  him so desperate, so angry, that he'd only come back once he was sure he  wouldn't pound down the trailer walls.

And to be honest, it was good that Jason took his time because Brent and  I hadn't finished in the shower, the big man had carried me into his  bedroom, sopping wet, and we'd explored a bit more, me sitting on his  face, him lapping at my folds until I came again, hard, my creaminess  gushing all over his chin, streaming down his cheeks to coat the  coverlet. There was no penetration that second time even though I'd  begged him to put it in, positively pushed my pussy against his pole,  trying to catch his dick tip in me. But Brent had chuckled deeply,  slapping me on the ass, giving me a last lick on my snatch and telling  me that I'd be "too sore" despite my protests.         

     



 

The memory made me cheeks flush once more, body growing hot, soft with  need once again. But there was still this problem with Jason, this  messed-up situation on our hands. So I shot him a quick look, my gaze  gentle.

"So what's next?" I asked softly, my voice conciliatory. "What do we do next?"

Jason let out a masculine harrumph, a deep-throated moan of disgust.

"Either I move out, or I cut off my dick  … " he began.

"No!" I cried, a small palm flying to his strong forearm, a fluttery  touch against his hardness. "No, don't go, that's not necessary."

We both looked at my hand, how it was so tiny, so white against his thickly muscled forearm.

"What do you want me to do then?" Jason ground out, eyes burning into  mine, body tense. "There's nothing else I can do," he said, shaking his  head furiously, voice thick, eyes dropping to look down, away, refusing  to meet mine.

And I felt hope well in me then, a great cresting of need, a desire to be together.

"Well maybe  … " I began.

Jason didn't look at me, still gazing out the window, his body tense with power and energy, despite his refusal to answer.

"Maybe," I swallowed, continuing once more. "You could share?"

The big man's head whipped around then.

"Share?" he rasped, disbelieving? "What do you mean, share?"

I colored, flushing once more, my nipples growing tight.

"I mean," I said hesitantly. "There's only one of me, and two of you, but I'm okay with you know  …  sharing."

Jason just shook his head at me.

"What the fuck makes you think that either Brent or I would be okay with  sharing?" he ground out. "I don't share, and I know Brent fucking  doesn't either."

I shook my head determinedly this time.

"It's my body," I said softly, taking a deep breath, "and if both of you  want in on the goods then you're gonna have to share," I said firmly.

There was no sound from Jason this time.

"Have you told Brent this?" he asked slowly.

I took that as a good sign. Jase wouldn't have asked the question if he wasn't okay with it himself on some level or another.

"No," I admitted, shaking my head. "No, because this is all a surprise,"  I said slowly. "I mean, I only lost my virginity yesterday and now  …  I  had no idea that there were two men interested," I finished.

Jason snorted then.

"Really, no idea?" he drawled, eyeing me up and down, letting his gaze  trail over my generous breasts, my tiny waist and wide hips. Oh god, I'd  felt sassy this morning, my first day as a non-virgin, and had dressed  sexier than usual. Instead of my regular jeans and loose t-shirt, today I  was wearing a tight baby tee with a denim skirt that was perfectly fine  when you were standing. But here, sitting in the cab, the skirt had  pulled up so that the fabric just brushed the bottom of my pussy, my  generous thighs on display, creamy, white, spread against the leather of  the seat. And oh god, if you looked closely, you could even see the  fabric of my tiny pink panties, peeping out just a bit. Flushing, I  squirmed, trying to pull down the skirt, which just made it worse. If  anything, the fabric inched up more, displaying more of the panties and  the tiny damp spot right between my legs.

"Oh god!" I breathed, squirming more before reaching for my book bag and  pulling it onto my lap, desperate to cover the evidence of my arousal.  "Oh god," I whispered, cheeks burning as I met Jason's knowing gaze.

"Like I said," he rumbled, eyes hot on my breasts, his shaft stiff and  heavy through the denim of his jeans. And were my eyes deceiving me or  was there a wet spot at his crotch too? Like his penis was seeping  pre-cum, the mere proximity to me so arousing that his body was already  preparing itself for me, preparing to blast into my warm insides?

I creamed more, literally pressing my bag down on my lap now, grinding it against my clit slightly.

But Jason chuckled knowingly, rumbling deep in his throat.

"I think, baby girl, that we'll be sharing whether or not Brent agrees,"  he drawled dryly. "Because your body wants me, that's clear, and fuck  little girl, but I want you."

And with that, he leaned over and kissed me in the truck cab, seizing my  lips between his, his mouth commanding, so alpha, taking what he  wanted. The heat between us ratcheted up a hundred degrees in two  seconds, suddenly I was pressing my breasts against his chest, stroking  his strong shoulders, worming myself closer to his masculine heat when  he broke away, eyes alive, staring at me hungrily.

"Soon baby girl, soon," he rasped before switching on the ignition and  revving the motor. The tires squealed as we pulled once more onto the  road, barreling at about sixty miles an hour. And I openly gaped at him,  breath coming fast, body excited. Because what had just happened? We'd  shared a kiss but it'd been so much more than that, it'd been wild,  arousing, devastating because it was so short.

But Jason ignored me, hands sure on the steering wheel, the stick shift, his blue gaze fixed on the road, jaw set.         

     



 

And by the time we pulled into the campus parking lot, my heart had  calmed a little, but only slightly. I shot the big man a swift look  before opening the door, slowly maneuvering myself out of the huge  vehicle. And when I stepped onto the pavement, the alpha male was  waiting, his big form deceptively relaxed, leaning against the front of  the hood with a small smile playing around his lips.

"Soon baby girl, soon," he rumbled, and with that the bell rang,  signaling first period. But inside, I was a trembling mess. When? Where?  How? All I knew was that I wanted Jason  …  no, I needed him. So the rest  of the day was a waste. I couldn't focus on anything, could barely see  or hear, daydreaming, thinking of nothing but my situation.

But a hissing sound caught me ear during third period, interrupting my reverie.

"Katy," whispered my friend June, a bubbly blonde who was more annoying  than anything else. But we'd been fast friends for a couple years now,  in fact June was kind of my only friend at this ritzy school. So I  turned to see what the matter was.