Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
JO
I did something different and ended up with the same result.
I sighed in defeat as I put on my robe. Ryan was in the washroom getting ready to head home, and I remained a virgin.
I’ve considered auctioning off my virginity to the highest bidder because at this point that may be the only way I can lose it.
How is it possible that I couldn’t give away my virginity to save my life?
I really thought tonight would be the night. Ryan was into me, I could tell, and, well, of course, I wanted him too. I didn’t wait all this time to lose my virginity to someone I wasn’t attracted to. Or worse, to someone-who I thought might be a dud in bed.
That man was well on his way to giving me an experience that was worth waiting for. Then it all came to a crashing halt.
Full disclosure, sometimes when I’m embarrassed, I dig my heels in.
I should have apologised and come clean, but I didn’t know how.
Now, our night was over. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
I shouldn’t have let him find out the way he did.
In my defense, I’ve tried being upfront in the past. Well…
you see how that ended up. Still a virgin.
Ryan opened the door, and I was surprised to find that although he had put his shirt on, it was still unbuttoned. I already felt bad about the way things had gone between us. All it took was one look in my direction for my apology to spill from my lips.
“I’m sorry for not telling you this was my first time.”
His energy was much different from what it was before. Ryan didn’t seem as upset with me as he had been. Hmm. Is it possible the night might be salvaged after all?
His almond-shaped eyes, a reflection of his Asian heritage, bored into me as he asked, “But why?”
“But why… what are you asking exactly? Why didn’t I tell you it was my first time, or why is it my first time?” I needed clarification on how to answer the question.
“Both.” He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms over his impressive chest.
Ryan stood tall, his muscular frame radiating a raw, masculine energy that was impossible to ignore. His presence was both commanding and alluring, with an intensity that made it hard to focus.
“I wasn’t forthcoming about being a virgin because it never ends well,” I admitted, my voice heavy with the weight of past judgments.
“Which is why I am still a virgin.” I sighed, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
“Men make a big deal about it,” I added, the frustration in my tone betraying the vulnerability I usually kept hidden.
He raised one eyebrow and asked, “And it isn’t a big deal?”
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any sexier.
“Not in the way you guys often think of it,” I paused, struggling to articulate my thoughts. This was uncharted territory for me. I was accustomed to wielding words with precision, a skill that made me an exceptional lawyer. “If I can be completely honest with you…”
“Stop stalling,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the air with unyielding authority.
This time when I opened and closed my mouth, it wasn’t a tactic. I was genuinely surprised; not only did he understand what I was up to, he called me out. Well, wasn’t Ryan full of surprises?
“I’m tired of men acting like my virginity means I’m some damsel they have to pledge their commitment to.
It’s bullshit. I don’t owe anyone my body or my choices, and their ‘commitment’ doesn’t define my worth.
It’s my decision, my life, and I have refused to let outdated notions dictate how I’m perceived or treated. ”
By the time I finished, my hands were planted on my hips, and I was fully aware that I was on my soapbox. It was a touchy subject for me.
He inclined his head. “I see. You’ve told me what you don’t want. Now tell me what you do want.”
“I want to experience intimacy on my own terms, without the weight of outdated expectations. All I want is to have amazing sex, where my sexual partner and I bring each other pleasure. I don’t get why my virginity has to stand in the way of that. I just want my back blown out!”
Why have I had yet another outburst? I want to cover my face and shrink away somewhere.
When I look up at him through my lashes, he has an amused look on his face.
The corner of his mouth is tipped up just enough to make it seem like a smirk, although I wouldn’t call it one.
My embarrassment flips on a dime. Just as I prepared myself to cuss his ass out, he shocked me.
“Alright, that I can work with.” He slipped out of his shirt and held his hand out to me.
Nice. He has big working man’s hands. I already know how it feels on my skin, and I was eager to feel it again.
I should have thought this through, probably? Did I? Fuck no. It was the easiest thing in the world to close the gap between us and place my hand in his. For my reward, he pulled me flush against his body.
Ryan looked down at me. The intensity in his coal-coloured eyes had Ms. Kitty sopping wet in anticipation. Before I could ask him what’s next, he kissed me. I mean, this man kissed the shit out of me. The kisses before were hot, but this one is on a volcano eruption level.
The greedy moan? Shocker… it’s me!
He pushed away from my kiss, making me an unhappy camper.
“I’m pretty sure we both want to do more than just kiss tonight.”
His chuckle rumbled through his chest.
He wasn’t wrong; I stepped back and couldn’t get out of my robe fast enough.
Ryan walked me backwards until the backs of my legs contacted my bed.
“Lie down for me,” he instructed.
His voice was low, and I could barely hear it above my heartbeat thundering in my ears. It was finally about to happen.
“Are you wet for me?”
I nodded because, hell yes, I was so wet. The man was a walking advertisement for all things sexy.
“Good.” His answer sounded like a mix of a grunt and a moan.
Although I laid back on the bed, I positioned myself to enjoy the view of him undressing.
The doubt from earlier returned, interrupting my excitement.
I know how anatomy works. Ryan will fit, but he is very well endowed.
The question was whether I would be able to handle it?
I gave myself an internal pep talk. After all, I’m no punk!
It was an ambitious start, but I had faith he could deliver.
“You good?” Ryan stroked his length before putting on a condom.
“Yeah.” My voice sounded breathy, a mix of anticipation and nerves. It wasn’t the sultry tone of a practiced siren but the tremor of someone on the edge of something momentous. This time, it was real—it was actually going to happen.
“You are incredibly sexy.”
Right back at you, big guy, I thought, but didn’t chance speaking.
He joined me on the bed, then positioned himself between my thighs.
Ryan kept his weight off me. He leaned close, his breath warm against my neck.
Tender pecks peppered my shoulder. I could feel the tension in my body slowly easing as his hands moved gently, tracing patterns on my thighs.
“Hey,” he called, his voice low and sexy.
When I turned my head, he captured my lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. I forgot about the anticipation of finally losing my virginity and got lost in the moment.
When the kiss stopped, I realised I had been so caught up it took me a moment to notice the head of his cock was at my entrance. Now, the nerves returned. Why hadn’t he just pushed forward?
My heart was racing. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”
“Jo, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”
Stealing my argument, he thrust his hard length into my pussy with fluid precision.
A sharp stab of searing pain pierced through me, then quickly subsided.
We both remained still. Our gazes locked.
It wasn’t anything like I’d read or heard about.
It was a foreign feeling having my body joined with someone else.
“How do you feel?” He stroked my cheek.
Without thinking, I responded, “Full.” Because that was exactly how I felt. Unbelievably full of him.
I felt a different type of anticipation. The pain had transformed into an unfamiliar throbbing, one that seemed to demand more. I shifted slightly, testing the sensation, and craved the intensity that had just passed. My walls stretched, aching sweetly to accommodate his cock.
Ryan groaned, low and deep, as he moved inside me. He stroked slowly, deeply. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. My hands explored his muscular back.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
The sound shot through me. My core slickened before my walls tightened around him.
His thrust changed, becoming deeper. His grip on my hips tightened, and his fingers dug into my flesh as he drove into me with a force that left me gasping.
The rhythm of our bodies synced, the intensity escalating with every movement.
My breath hitched, my senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
I wondered how something so raw and powerful could feel so perfectly right, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together.
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, torn between surrendering completely and holding onto the last shreds of control.
In this intimate dance, I realised how fragile yet powerful connection could be, leaving me both vulnerable and exhilarated.
Finally letting go, I voiced my pleasure. “This feels so good. Please…” I pleaded, although I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for.
Somehow, Ryan sensed what I needed. His thumb caressed my clit in a circular motion. Slow. Hypnotic. It felt so good.
“Let go,” he instructed.
It seemed like an easy ask, but I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering, afraid to step off. His movements grew more intense, encouraging me to take the leap. When I did, it felt like my body wasn’t my own. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I let go, my heart pounding in my chest.
I felt weightless and heavy at the same time.
Pleasure rippled through my body like an electric wave.
It was as if every nerve ending in my body was alive, vibrating with a strange, exhilarating energy.
The sensation was both grounding and ethereal, leaving me suspended between two worlds, unable to fully grasp the intensity of the moment.
“Mmm, you did so good,” Ryan praised, drawing me back to my blissful state.
I wasn’t sure what had happened. All I knew was that our bodies were no longer joined. He lay beside me, stroking my cheek.
My eyes fluttered open. The tenderness that greeted me made me feel as though I was being cradled in the softest embrace. A sense of gratitude overwhelmed me. He was a stranger, but my first time was better than I could have ever imagined.
“Thank you, Ryan.” My words probably didn’t fully express how I really felt, but it was an attempt.
He gave me a panty-wetting smile. “The pleasure was mine.”
I flushed, probably because I couldn’t remember what happened after I came. It was nothing like the self-induced orgasms I treated myself to. Had he come? I looked down, and the evidence was there.
“I’ll be right back,” he announced.
I watched him disappear into my washroom with his clothing. Despite the aching in my core, I couldn’t help but smile. That experience was definitely worth the wait.
Ryan returned wearing his briefs, with one of my washcloths in hand. I eyed him, curious about his next step. He smiled at me then handed me my cloth. Which was a good call. Despite what we just shared, we only met tonight.
“How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good.” I sat up and crossed my legs, then immediately winced. “I’ll be right back.”
Ryan nodded.
I disappeared into the bathroom. What I wanted to do was soak in my bathtub, but there was a sexy man in my room. The question was, would he stay put until I returned?