Four
O f course there had been rumours, idle talk about Stitch’s innocent younger sister. I think I’d heard him call her ‘pure’ before when he was talking with Reacher. Was it just wishful thinking on his part, or was she seriously still a virgin? A woman as beautiful and sexy as her? How the hell was that even possible?
My question had added a dark red blush to her cheeks, and fire to her eyes. Fuck me, she just kept getting sexier.
“Go away.” She was suddenly shoving at my chest, and I moved, because of course I fucking did. You don’t ignore a woman when she wants you to stop touching her, and anyone who does is a compete fucking asshole.
“Elise? I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” I followed her as she crossed the room to the bed, and dropped down onto it, burying her face in her hands. She mumbled something, and I crouched in front of her, trying to ignore the way those shorts seemed to fucking disappear once she was seated.
“Babe?”
She mumbled whatever it was again, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her hands and forcibly pulling them away from her face.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
Her face was so red, and her eyes were a little teary, and I hated being the bastard who’d just made her look that way. I didn’t need her to answer me, because her fucking behaviour was doing it for her. She was a virgin, and I’d just accidentally humiliated her.
For some reason, that fact embarrassed her, even though I couldn’t deny that I felt fucking relieved. No other fucker should have touched her, especially some pre-pubescent scrote, offering her a clumsy first time from a one pump chump. No, she deserved to be bathed in pleasure, and practically in a fucking orgasm-coma, before a worthy man showed her how it felt to take his cock.
A worthy man, aka not me .
“I’m sorry. I’m gonna go, but please, keep that door locked unless you’re with Stitch or Reacher. Right now we have no idea if a member of this fucking club is raping women, and I can’t let something bad happen to you.”
I heard her let out a curse as I started to walk away, and I turned. I was pretty sure she didn’t normally curse like that.
“What?”
“Yes, I’m a fucking virgin, Has-Been. Does that make me less of a woman?” She stood up, her face still scarlet, and her dainty fists clenched at her sides.
“Does it make me not worth your time? Does it make me seem so pathetic, to be twenty-one and untouched?” I wanted to argue with her, but she wasn’t done. She advanced on me but there were tears now, slowly tricking down her cheeks. It threatened to break me, because she should never feel sorrow or sadness, or pain, or fear. She deserved to feel happiness, love, pleasure.
“Do you think I like being so fucking pathetic and inexperienced? Do you know what my teens were like for me? Do you have any idea what it was like, growing up with Seth as my big brother? Kids at school were terrified of him, so boys never tried anything. The one boy who thought he was brave enough to try kissing me… yeah, he literally pissed his pants when he saw Seth coming for him. Imagine that, for a minute. Imagine having this angry fucking man who scares off everyone who might show any interest in you. How the hell was I supposed to meet boys and learn about this stuff, when he was always chasing them away?!”
Well damn, she was pissed as hell, and she had a right to be, didn’t she? He’d royally fucked up her life… or had he? Hadn’t he just made sure that she’d get to experience all of those glorious firsts with someone worthy of making them special? I wished I could be the one to do that. I desperately wanted to be the one delivering every pleasure-filled first for her.
“Well… I mean, at least I wasn’t your first kiss, right? You had that already.” It fucking burned me to even say it. Some part of me wanted to hunt that fucker down, and punch the shit out of him, for daring to put his lips near her.
Elise glared at me, and angrily brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“Oh, don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about breaking in the poor virgin. I’m sure the kiss was bad enough, but you know what? I’m glad it was you, because it was special. It meant something, and I’ve waited so fucking long for anything to mean something.”
Fuck me, I really was her first kiss.
“But the kid at school-”
“Barely got his lips near mine before Seth came at him. It didn’t count because it was a wet smear against my lips and then he was peeing, but you… you swept me away with your kiss. You made me feel it everywhere. I felt your kiss all the way through me, Has-Been. Your kiss made me tingle between my legs, and I want to feel more.”
Holy fucking shit. Get out of here, before you fucking cross another line, man.
Elise
I just kept humiliating myself in front of him, didn’t I? I turned my back, scrubbing at my cheeks with my palms, and although I didn’t hear him move, I could feel him close behind me, the warmth of his body leaching into mine. I turned, and his arms wrapped around me, pressing me against his hard chest, against the cool leather of his cut.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for upsetting you, for making you feel like being a virgin is anything other than something you should take pride in. You know how many people waste their first experiences with the wrong people, and have sucky memories they’d rather forget? I’m sorry that Stitch kept you from experimenting when you were younger, but at the same time, the asshole in me is so fucking relieved that no other man has touched you. I know I should stay away, but I can’t seem to fucking manage it.”
I rubbed my face against his chest, wishing I could feel bare skin, wishing I could kiss it, and suddenly I realised I could feel it again. His thing… his cock… firm and bulging against his jeans, pressing against my stomach. I didn’t recoil this time. Didn’t panic or overthink it. Instead, I moved closer, rubbing against it at the same time, and I heard his breath catch in his throat.
“Jesus, Elise. I could literally die from how much I want you. You have no idea how fucking enticing you are. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I want to be your first everything. I want to show you exactly how amazing every one of those experiences can be, and I’m going straight to hell for that.”
“I’m not under age, Has-Been, and I’m giving you full consent. I want those things with you.”
I lifted my head, and he tightened his arms, his head dipping so our lips were touching again. One soft kiss was followed by a long low groan, and then his tongue was thrusting into my mouth again and as I stretched up to meet his kiss, I felt him rock his hips against me.
He backed me up to the bed again, and eased me down onto my back, his body following mine as I lay back, our kiss never breaking apart for even a second. Yes . This is all I want. Please!
As I took in the fact that Has-Been was laying on top of me on a bed, he pulled back to stare down at me, his hands stroking my face as he watched me. My heart was racing so fast I thought it would beat out of my chest. It was finally happening.
“This is the moment where you tell me to stop, darlin’, before I touch parts of you that I have no right to be touching.”
I shook my head slowly. “I want everything, Has-Been, and I want that with you.”
His breathing was raspy, and his eyes moved from my face, lower, down to my chest.
“Have you ever been touched, Elise? Any little scrotes had their hands on your boobs?”
I shook my head, and his eyes returned to mine, his thumb caressing my lips.
“Tell me not to touch them, please.” He wasn’t asking, or ordering… he was begging. He wanted me to stop him. He wanted me to take away consent, so he had a reason to stop. I might have been young and inexperienced, but I could see it written all over his face.
“No.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded, as his breath rushed out of him.
“Thank you. You’re right. No is the right answer, darlin’. I’m not good enough to touch you. I will never be good enough.” He started to retreat, and I had no idea what was happening, but I couldn’t let him go.
“No, Has-Been! I’m saying I won’t tell you to stop. I want you, and I need you. I need to be with you.”
His eyes popped open again and he look conflicted, so conflicted it hurt.
“Don’t you want to touch me, Has-Been?”
“You know that’s not what’s going on here. You’re special, and too fucking good for me. You deserve a decent man, and a first time that you’ll fucking treasure, and that’s not me, and this place, and this moment. You deserve more than this.”
“What about what I want, doesn’t that count? I’ve waited so long for experiences that others take for granted, and now, look at us… we’re right here, and it is special, and it is perfect. It’s us .”
Since he’d backed off and I could move, I sat up, and lifted off my thin vest, baring my breasts to a man for the first time in my life. It was terrifying, and exhilarating, and that look in his eyes… when he saw them, when he let out a soft tortured groan… it was everything he was trying to deny. Want. Need. Desire.
“You’re a vixen, Elise, you know that? Showing me all your perfection like this. How’s a man supposed to be strong enough to resist you?”
Has-Been cupped my face in his hands, and kissed me again. It was another of those slow, soft kisses, the ones that sent tingles straight down to my toes. He slid a hand around the back of my neck, cupping the back of my head, and then he pulled back to stare into my eyes.
“If you want me to stop, just say. I promise that you’re safe with me.”
I nodded, and then my breath caught in my throat as I felt his other hand moving. His fingers trailed down my neck, and along my collarbone, and then they moved lower.
His eyes stayed on mine the entire time, like he wanted to see how I reacted to his touch, or maybe he was watching for fear or panic. All I felt though was desire, and need, and excitement. Has-Been was touching me at last.