His Dirty Virgin(7)

Um… There was no way I could look away. What the fuck was she talking about?

“My friends and I made a pact.” Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. “To lose our virginity before college starts. I want it to be you. The one to fuck me first.”

What. The. Fuck? “Say that again, princess.”

“I want you to be the one who fucks me first.”





4





Becca



I couldn’t take my eyes off Jake, especially not after what I’d just said. It was the truth. I really wanted to get a tattoo, a butterfly, but having him fuck me ranked higher in my list of priorities. I told him what I wanted and it was up to him if he’d give it to me.

Waiting for him to respond felt like an eternity, as if everything was in slow motion. I watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing once. I imitated him, then sucked in a breath of my own. I’d been bold, bolder than I’d ever been in my life, but I’d learned from my father I had to go after what I wanted. I doubted he meant going after a guy to fuck me, but…whatever. My gaze drifted lower, moved down from his neck past his broad shoulders, muscled torso, narrow waist to the growing bulge in his jeans. Wow. My heart beat faster at the sight.

I’d gotten to him. I made him horny if the size of his dick was any indication.

I reached out, carefully and a little hesitantly, and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. He could stop me at any time—he was so much stronger than me—but he didn’t. I moved his hand down, the pads of his skin just barely touching my hip bone, and further south until he hovered over my pussy, then pressed down. There. I closed my eyes at the sensation. I’d never had a guy touch me like this before. It was feather-light, but my pussy felt like they were on fire. I smiled a bit when I heard a groan escape his lips.

His eyes met mine, but he remained still, let me move his hand as I wanted over my shorts. He could tug his hand free, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He could control me easily, but in this moment, but he was letting me take the lead. What guy wouldn’t if it led to pussy?

Bold, I pulled my shorts all the way down to reveal lacy see-through thong. “I went shopping today,” I murmured, glancing up and watching his eyes, the way they heated, his jaw, the way it clenched as he looked at me. Saw what no other man had seen before.

I’d gotten a Brazilian yesterday after he changed my tire and with the way his eyes and his big bulge grew even bigger, I knew I made the right decision to go bare.

“Touch me…” I didn’t move his hand. Starting now, whatever happened next was up to him. “Please.”

He stared at me with the same intensity I gave him, and with every second of silence passing, I grew wetter and hotter. His striking blue eyes raked over me as if he were memorizing every inch. A part of me wanted to know what he was thinking, but with the way he was making me feel, I wanted to leave the talking for later…after…we’d done what I wanted him to do.

“You’re a virgin,” he said, voice trailing off as if he was talking more to himself than to me. His fingers remained still, but I could feel the heat of them through the thin fabric barrier.

I nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Have you done other things?” I unwound my fingers from his wrist, but his hand still stayed on my pussy. “Been finger fucked?”

I shook my head.

“Given a blow job?”

I shook my head again.

“Had your pussy eaten?”

Once more.

“What have you done?”

His gaze flicked up to mine.

I bit my lip, slightly embarrassed. I was eighteen and a virgin. A very virgin virgin. He was older, experienced, worldly. Hell, he probably had women flinging themselves at him all day long. I’d done it just now, but I was just a clueless. Was I doing it right? Why would he want me? I fit the “loser” stereotype perfectly. I suddenly felt like cowering away, hunching my shoulders into a defensive position. This was silly. I was silly even asking him to do this. To expose myself to him like this. I tried to get up, but he moved quickly, his free hand grasping my shoulder to keep me still. He hovered over me. I was trapped, his broad chest much wider than mine, and his arms were big and strong to keep me in place. I felt like I couldn’t escape him, and I liked the feeling. I’d been bold to begin with, but it seemed he was taking over.

“You’ve never been touched before?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer. “Here?” His fingers pressed against my pussy, and I was trying my best not to squirm. “Or here?” The hand on my shoulder slid lower to cup my right breast.

I shook my head again, bit my lip again. I didn’t cower anymore, but arched my back so I filled his palm more fully.