White Room Virgin (Room #1)

17 - Jonah

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Jonah

“How did it go?” Martin asked with a broad grin as I entered the kitchen.

I turned bright red. I knew for sure that it wasn’t the alcohol. It had been the hand of God. It had saved me from making a big mistake. As punishment for venturing so far, I was humiliated that same night with the most embarrassing moment of my life.

“Oh dear, that bad?” He laughed. “Do you at least have her number?”

All I could manage was an embarrassed nod.

“Well, it’s all good then. Don’t worry about it.”

“I should go to confession.”

Martin patted me on the shoulder with enthusiasm. “One day you’ll laugh about it.”

“Please, don’t tell Lu about it.”

“About what? That it didn’t go as you’d hoped? That’s not so bad.”

“Still,” I mumbled, retreating to my room like a beaten dog.

I tried unsuccessfully to devote myself to my studies, but the day passed without me achieving anything worthwhile.

And when I finally lay in bed, the carousel of thoughts got going. I spent half the night awake, pondering over what had happened. It wasn’t until the early morning that I realized I hadn’t been guilty of anything with Daniela—only my behavior had been dishonorable, and I felt ashamed of that.

You’re taking yourself way too seriously.

After hours of brooding, I finally found the sleep I longed for. When I woke up on Monday afternoon, I felt better. The alcohol had worn off, and my head no longer felt like a ticking time bomb. I was even looking forward to going to university and seeing Simon again.

“I missed you at church,” he said when we met up between lectures. “Where were you?”

“I was celebrating my birthday,” I explained. “I’m sorry. I thought I could get around it, but they just dragged me along. I would have called you otherwise.”

“No problem. I was out of town on Saturday night anyway. But happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“And overslept again this morning?” he remarked anxiously. “Is your crazy roommate giving you sleepless nights?”

“No … why would he?” I replied and kept walking.

My shock subsided over the course of the week and the thought of calling Daniela no longer seemed so far-fetched. When I got home on Thursday, I was determined to get in touch with her. A single failure shouldn’t discourage me.

I told myself, “Only those who dare win,” and went into the kitchen with renewed confidence to get something to drink. To my surprise, Lucien was sitting at the kitchen table, his forehead resting on one hand, smoking. The beer and ashtray were right in front of him, while the magazines were on the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?” I asked, grabbing some juice from the fridge.

Only then did he look up, stub out his cigarette, and stroke his face. But he didn’t give me an answer.

“You left on Saturday without saying goodbye,” I said with my back to him as I filled my glass. “Where were you?”

A chair scraped across the floor behind me. Lu was probably in one of his dark moods again when he ignored me and disappeared into his room without a word. But he put his arms around me from behind and held me tight.

“Lu!” I said, startled, and put the juice down. I stayed like that for a while, hoping he would let go again.

But the opposite happened. He even snuggled up to me. I could feel his warm body and his pelvis pressing against my buttocks. He slowly ran his hand up over my chest and placed it against my throat. Then he kissed me tenderly below the ear. Hearing his breath so close to me sent a shiver through my body and awakened a desire in me.

Startled by this, I pulled away from him and turned around. His dark green eyes gleamed as he looked at me with bated breath. This would have been my chance to leave, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and my heart pounded loudly in my chest, taking my breath away.

We stood face to face at eye level. His honey-blond hair was disheveled; he was somehow pale and seemed overtired, but his eyes gleamed with passionate intensity. I could do nothing but look at him and wonder how long the sight of him had had such an effect on me. He tenderly caressed my neck, placed his hand gently on my nape, and kissed me deeply.

All my worries melted away and I surrendered to a world that seemed to move in slow motion. My body felt warm and light, almost weightless, and I put my hands on his hips. I wanted to feel his waist, like that time in the stairwell. When I felt his tongue in my mouth, I thrust mine toward him. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but I didn’t mind. I couldn’t get enough of him. Everything felt so light.

I closed my eyes and surrendered.

Lucien pressed himself against me, and his warmth heated me up even more. The blood pooled in my middle and made my pants tighter and tighter. It was only when I felt his hardness against mine that I came back to my senses. Shit! And yet, a short moan escaped me. I quickly grabbed his head with both hands and pushed him off me.

It couldn’t be. No! It can’t be!

Before I knew it, Lucien sank to his knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down along with my boxer briefs.

“What …”

“You’ll like it,” he said curtly and took my member in his mouth.

Holy … ahhh …

I didn’t know what hit me. There was this overwhelming feeling, with my heartbeat pumping more blood to my core. It took me a few seconds to realize what exactly Lucien was doing. When my brain finally realized what was happening, it wasn’t just my cock that stiffened, but my whole body. Stunned, I clung to the kitchen counter behind me.

Lucien moved his head back. “Don’t worry,” he whispered and massaged my stiff member. “Relax and enjoy it.”

Just seeing him on his knees in front of me excited me, but when he opened his mouth again and took me inside him, I gasped and covered my mouth with one hand.

Lucien circled my tip with his tongue and massaged my testicles at the same time. He caressed my shaft, licked the seam devotedly, and then he put both hands on my hips and took me so deep inside him that I thought I could feel his uvula.

He stretched his neck and made a soft choking sound, but that didn’t stop him from continuing. The warmth enveloping me, the moisture, the tightness in his mouth—it was driving me crazy. My cock pulsated and I felt dizzy. With my heart racing, I stared at his honey-blond hair the whole time, watching his head move back and forth in my lap.

When he looked up at me with a greedy gaze, I was suddenly overwhelmed by feelings I had never experienced before. Lu simply blew my mind, and I couldn’t tear myself away from his dark green eyes or his mouth.

He should keep going.

Never stop.

And he kept going—full of devotion and affection. Sucking me into him and driving me further and further away from my convictions. I gasped louder and louder, biting my lower lip, but it was no use. The noises I was making were so full of lust and desire that my own noises threatened to pull the rug out from under me.

Finally, I grabbed hold of Lucien’s head, clutched his hair tightly, and followed his movements with my hands. Overwhelmed, I threw my head back and gradually lost my breath. My eyes kept closing, and I was on the verge of cumming. But Lucien skillfully delayed it several times by pulling out in time. He obviously enjoyed torturing me.

When I looked down at him again, he was licking his lips and rubbing my cock. “Fuck my mouth.” His words were barely a whisper, but his eyes made it clear to me that he was serious.

I gaped at him as if paralyzed.

What kind of game is this?

My mind had long since given up, and the tugging in my core only wanted one thing. I still clung to his head and was relieved when he took me in again. But this time, he moved back and forth more slowly, setting my lust on fire.

I moved my pelvis, slowly and carefully at first, but then faster and faster. Completely overwhelmed by the burning desire to sink myself deep inside him, I was dominated only by lust. I lost my temper, thrusting faster and harder as I held his head and moaned louder and louder.

Lu took me all the way inside him every time. I couldn’t help but notice that he was now touching himself and making rapturous noises along with gurgling—a deep hum that spread through my body via my cock.

And then I felt it. The orgasm rolled in like a wave and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I moaned, clawed even harder into Lucien’s hair, and poured myself deep down his throat. My whole body tensed up, my muscles twitched uncontrollably, and my knees became so weak that I could only stay on my feet with his help.

I shot straight into his mouth, and he held my pelvis with one hand while he brought himself to climax with the other. I was bent over him, struggling for breath, and could only guess from the twitching of his body that he had also come.

He released my penis with a smacking sound. As quickly as he had unzipped my pants, he zipped up his again. He knelt in front of me for a moment with his head bowed and took a shaky breath. I held onto the kitchen counter again, unable to believe I had just clung to him.

“Did I … hurt you?” I asked in a shaky voice. I had no idea where that came from. I couldn’t even explain what had just come over me, but the possibility that I could have hurt Lucien …

Oh damn … What just happened? I felt dizzy and gasped for breath.

Lucien squeezed his eyes shut, turned his head away and struggled back to his feet. He stood there for a moment with his lips pressed together and his face contorted. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Then he just left me standing there and disappeared into his room.

I stood there completely confused and tried to organize my thoughts. I pulled my pants back up and looked around the kitchen. The glass with the juice was still where I had left it—so clean and untouched.

I heard Lucien’s door open again. He hurried past the kitchen while putting on his coat and left the apartment without a word or even a glance. The sound of the door closing sounded final, and I felt cold. My whole body was shaking and I couldn’t think straight. What had just happened had felt devilishly good. The pleasant feeling was still coursing through my whole body and I anxiously ran my fingers through my hair. I returned to my room on unsteady legs—I left the juice behind.

When I finally lay in bed, I could still feel Lucien’s warmth. I couldn’t get the image of him kneeling in front of me out of my head, the look on his face as he glanced up at me. The feeling he had given me had been incredible. And the whole time I kept asking myself: Why not Daniela? Why him?