I’d heard myths about not getting pregnant the first time. But health class said otherwise. Something about this man gives me strength and courage, though.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. Come on, live on the wild side.” I writhe on the bed and spread my legs further to entice him.
He stands there, looking at me, the war in his head evident on his ridiculously handsome face.
He can’t back out. I want this. It may be reckless, but I want to give my virginity to a real man. The boys here, like Callum, are shite. What a stroke of luck to find such a fine specimen. Good lord! What a story I’ll have for the rest of my life.
I sit up, put his cock to my lips, and lick it.
“That’s making a convincing argument. Fuck…” His head falls back as he strokes the brittle ends of my hair. “What happened here?”
“Experiment gone wrong.”
“I like it. Makes you look edgy. Daring.”
Sucking off a stranger is pretty daring.
“No more waiting, though.” He pushes me back down and enters me in one swift move. The rush of pain hits me. He’s… He’s fucking me. Hard. Going wild on me.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He pulls out and looks down at himself. “Shite, I made you bleed. Am I hurting you, honey? I’m sorry.”
“No…” I turn my head and let the pain wash away. He’s slippery inside me, and soon, I see stars. It’s so good. I feel full and complete.
“Wrap those legs around me. Let’s do this together. You and me.” He pushes his forehead against mine and enters me slowly this time. “This is amazing, honey.”
“It is.” I try to kiss him now, but he doesn’t let me. Just rests his lips against my forehead.
I feel sweat trickle across my body. I snag his biceps as he holds himself over me. They’re slick with perspiration.
“God, you’re good at this. Look at how you take my cock. Fuck, it’s amazing.” He pumps in and out a few more times.
My body feels on fire, and my veins are buzzing, yet all I can think is I’m aching for more.
He grabs my thigh and holds it against his chest as he works me, grunting and groaning. “Fuck,” he mutters, then howls.
He expands inside me, and it feels warm, then very, very wet. Oh, no…
He didn’t pull out…
“Shite. Oh, shite…” He pumps a few more times, and I see him holding his cock. “I… I got so lost in you, honey. It was too good.”
I’m breathing heavily and close my legs. “It’s okay. It’s not like I’m…”Seventeen.
“Right.” He’s completely different from a moment ago.
I think about what a cynical spinster aunt on my mum’s side said. How right after sex, men don’t want you anymore.
Something makes this man snap out of it, though. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
I check to see if any blood spilled onto the sheets. Seeing none, I say, “I’m fine.”
“Promise, you’re okay. That you wanted this. You know, I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Yes. I wanted this. I have a hell of a story to tell. Thank you.” My body is full, warm, and humming from the sex, but I’m surprisingly sleepy. A loud, squeaky yawn escapes me.
“Christ, you were sleeping when I got in here. You—do you still want to stay the night? I can get you a taxi. Wrestle the rental’s key from my brother, drive you myself. But I am still a bit pissed.”
“No!” Coming home at this hour, dripping with a man’s…essence is not what I care to explain to my parents should they wake up. “I need to sleep. What time is your flight tomorrow?”