Thirteen
S he was red in the face and trembling, and my resolve was dissipating faster than I ever thought possible. I know so many men would love to be in my position, and not just because she’s a fucking virgin, but because she’s fucking perfection.
She’s smart, and brave, and sassy. She fights back at every step, because she’s unwilling to accept rules being enforced on her when they shouldn’t be. She’s right, too. She hadn’t been given the chance to grow up properly, because by now she should have experienced so much more of life. Of pleasure. Of love.
“Sometimes I touch myself at night, and I wonder if I should just get rid of it myself, you know?” What the fuck?
Tears were rolling down her cheeks, as she bared her soul to me, and laid out everything she’d probably never thought she’d say to anyone.
“Elise-”
“Like if I never get to experience it the right way, then at least I’d rid myself of the burden of it. It’s like this part of me that holds me back, because even if my brother didn’t metaphorically piss around me to mark his territory, I’d never have the courage to go on dates, and risk a man taking my virginity… because to do that, I’d have to admit to it. I’d have to tell them that I’m so pathetic that I’m still intact down there. And even if I tried to hide it, they’d know. The second they couldn’t get inside me without breaking through it, they’d know. It’s like the ultimate humiliation, and the world’s worst catch twenty-two. I’m in limbo, and I have no way out.”
I hoped she couldn’t see the way my dick was trying to perform a one man show of The Great Escape right now, because her words were eating away at me. Every word made me even more desperate to lay her out naked for my touch, to pleasure her, and taste her.
I wanted to be the one to break through that barrier causing her so much distress, because I could do it in a way that wouldn’t hurt her, couldn’t I? Didn’t I know enough about fucking by now to know how to be gentle enough to not hurt her? Couldn’t I give her enough fucking mindblowing pleasure that she’d feel that breach of her threshold as more blissful than brutal?
“Help me, Has-Been, please. Don’t you think I’ll be able to handle being harassed by some sicko a lot better if I’m not just some vulnerable virgin? Experience will give me strength, and stop even those words being terrifying to me.”
I backed her up, and caged her in with my arms, pressing my forearms against the wall so she was pressed against almost every part of me.
“You have no fucking idea how badly I want to give you everything you just asked for. How it’s killing me to not already be inside you, but Elise… I need to know that it’s not just because you need it gone. I need to know that it’s because it’s me. I can’t just be the toy you slide inside yourself and fuck your hymen away with. I need to be the man you desperately want to have that first experience with, because I mean more to you than an object. I could make this so fucking good for you… I’d give you a first time you’d want to treasure, instead of forget, but I can’t if I’m just a tool to you.”
Elise
W as he so obtuse that he didn’t know how I felt? Was he so clueless that he imagined all I wanted was a blunt object to force inside me? I could have done that at any time with a sex toy, but I wanted it to be special, and with him it would be. With him it would be everything a girl could want.
“Please, Has-Been. It has to be you. It can only be you. I think about you all the time, even when I’m touching myself at night.” He let out a low growl and pressed his forehead against mine, his warm breath teasing my skin.
“I want your hands to be the first to touch me. Your lips to be the first to explore me. Your cock to be the only one I’ll ever have inside me.”
He slammed a fist against the wall, and let out a tortured groan.
“Fucking hell… you were sent to try me. A man only has so much fucking strength. Babe, if we do this, we can’t do it here. I can’t put my focus on your pleasure, when I’m waiting for some bastard to interrupt us. It needs to be right, and special, and perfect. We need to be somewhere else. Alone.”
I rested my hands against his chest, and felt a ripple of something run through him at my touch. I slid my hands lower, and his hips twitched at me. His breathing was speeding up, and it made me feel strangely powerful. My touch could make him come undone, but all I wanted was his touch.
“If we do that, Has-Been, you can’t make me wait too long. I’m desperate for you, can you tell?”
He groaned, and moved one hand from the wall, to stroke my cheek, trailing his fingers down my neck.
“Are you telling me you’re wet for me, Elise? Is that sweet pussy of yours throbbing with need for me?”
Oh god. His words made heat bloom from my core, expanding throughout my body. I nodded shyly, and he groaned, easing his thumb across my lips. When I parted them, he pressed his thumb between them, and I wrapped my tongue around it, sucking lightly.
“Fuck… you’re killing me here, babe. I wanna do so many things to you. Touch you in places you’ve never been touched. Lick you in places you’ve never had a tongue before. I want to be your first everything. I want to bury my face in that sweet pussy, and wear your scent on me for the rest of my fucking life.”
His lips replaced his hand, his tongue plunging where his thumb had just been. His hand moved though, as more intense need flowed through me, and his fingers trailed lower, until suddenly they brushed over my tight nipple, and my breath caught in my throat. Oh god. It was like a bolt of lightning, sending a shock of desire right down to between my legs. Just one touch. If one touch felt like that, would I survive the things he’d described? Better question… Did. I. Fucking. Care?
Has-Been chuckled quietly at my reaction, brushing his thumb over my nipple again, sending another ripple through me, as my body shuddered. I’d never felt anything like that before, and I wanted more. I wanted everything right now.
“More.” I might have sounded like I was begging at that point, and maybe I was.
“If you think that feels good, babe… that’s just the start. Wait until my lips are wrapped around it, sucking on it, and… shhh.” He placed a hand over my mouth as I picked up on the sound of voices outside my room. A split second later someone knocked on the door and we both cursed, breaking apart like we had to before.
“Never again, Elise. The next time we’re together like this, we’ll be somewhere nobody can fucking interrupt us. Got it?” Whoa… he was hot when he was cranky.
He tugged at his jeans as he headed for the door, unlocking it and wrenching it open, while I tried to compose myself, lunging in the direction of the kitchen and flicking the kettle on.
“Hey.” Has-Been stepped away from the door and Seth appeared, practically shoving his way into the room, and seeking me out instantly.
“What did I say about locking yourself in with anyone, sweets?”
I abandoned the mugs I’d started prepping for drinks to turn and glare at him, because he had to stop acting like this man was a threat to me, to anyone, but especially to me.
“It’s Has-Been. It’s not like it’s some stranger. He’s safe.”
What was that look on his face? He looked conflicted, and a little suspicious.
“You don’t… right now we can’t assume anyone’s safe, sweets.”
“Fucking hell! You’re still fucking accusing me, you asshole!” Has-Been stormed across the room and shoved my brother, and then the yelling started.