He maneuvers my still open jeans past my hips. “I want to hear you sing my name when I make you come again.”
Holy hell. The thought of him giving me another orgasm practically makes it happen.
He tugs my underwear and jeans down my legs and I eagerly kick off my shoes to help him remove them.
I’m happy we’re in a blackout because it means he won’t see my body.
Then again, it might come back on. Which is why when he goes to remove my shirt, I divert his attention by pulling down his zipper.
I’m wrenching his pants off so I can take him into my mouth when he halts me. “Let me grab a condom.”
My lungs seize with the realization. He wants to have sex.
And why wouldn’t he? As far as he knows, I’m not a virgin so this shouldn’t be a huge deal.
I debate spilling the truth, but this is Phoenix Walker. The guy I’ve secretly stalked and wanted for years.
Losing my virginity to him is the stuff all my dreams are made of.
I’m afraid if I tell him, not only will it ruin the moment…he’ll see what a loser I am and put a stop to any future hookups.
He might even ignore me again.
The sound of foil tearing assaults my ears. “Spread those legs for me.”
Giving myself a mental pep talk to not be a corpse like Sasha, I part my thighs.
Looming above me, he settles between them.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I hold my breath, awaiting the invasion…but it doesn’t come.
“You’ve done this before, right?”
Panic rises within me. Did I do something wrong?
Or can he just sense my anxiety?
“Yeah,” I lie, willing my body to relax and my mind to pretend like I’ve had sex lots of times.
He moves his hips…and that’s when I remember how large he is.
He has to work just to fit the head of his cock inside me. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I counter, and he laughs under his breath.
However, the laughter turns into a grunt when he pushes in a little more.
I bite my lip as he stretches me. He’s barely even halfway in and already it’s painful.
Bracing myself, I whisper, “You can just…start.”
I’ve always been a rip the Band-Aid off type of girl, and the quicker he pops my cherry, the quicker we can get to the good stuff.
I immediately regret telling him that, though when he pulls back and drives forward with so much force, white spots form in front of my eyes.
A severe burning, stinging pain envelops me and I dig my nails into his back so hard I’m positive I draw blood.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips snapping against mine.
Jesus. This hurts like a bitch.
I accidentally cry out.
His movements come to an abrupt halt. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It feels good,” I assure him as the legs wrapped around him begin trembling from the pain.
“Christ.” He makes a low noise in the back of his throat and thrusts again. “Your pussy’s so goddamn ti—”
Two things happen at that moment.
One. The lights turn on.
And two…Storm walks through the door.
“Shit. My bad.”
The door quickly shuts behind him.
Being covered in pig slop was the most humiliating moment of my life, but this definitely comes in second.
The interruption and the electricity coming back on is a mood killer because Phoenix tenses before he grunts, “Get dressed.”
Then he rolls off me, not even bothering to look my way as he puts his clothes on.
It hurts worse than losing my virginity.
I can only assume that seeing me half-naked in the light ruined the moment.
Ashamed, I collect my clothes. It’s a struggle to put my underwear and jeans back on in a way that doesn’t expose too much skin since I’ve already turned him off enough.
I’m tying my shoelaces when I notice Phoenix glaring at me. He looks downright pissed.
“Did I do something wrong?”
If he doesn’t want to fuck a fat chick, he should just man the hell up and say it instead of putting me through these mental gymnastics.
I might not be his type, but I’m still a human being.
I deserve more than his bullshit mood swings and being made to feel bad about myself. I didn’t put a damn gun to his head and make him stick his cock inside me. He did that all on his own.
Jaw ticcing, his eyes lock on something behind me.
When I turn around, the color drains from my face and my knees grow weak.
There, in the middle of the bed—staining the light-blue sheet—is a pool of blood.
I knew there was a chance there might be some, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. I’ve heard some girls don’t even bleed at all.
Evidently, I was not one of the lucky ones.
It looks like my freaking vagina was massacred by Phoenix’s giant dick.
Fuck.
I’m debating whether it would be better to say I got my period or fess up about me being a virgin when he storms out of the garage.
I’m starting to think God truly is a comedian because this tops the pig slop and Storm walking in on us combined.
Since I can’t remove the stain, I quickly roll up the sheet. I’m grateful the mattress underneath is black.
As I pass the garbage cans on the way out to his car, I stop and toss it in one.
Phoenix doesn’t say a word as I climb into the passenger seat, or during the drive home.
Neither do I.
By the time he pulls up my driveway, I can’t take it anymore. “So that’s it? You’re never gonna talk to me again?”
His expression is like a stone.
Tears sting my eyes. I can only bend so much before I finally break.
I go to leave, but his hand closes around my forearm. “Why did you lie to me?”
His tone makes it clear he’s equally disgusted and angry.
My heart twists painfully in my chest. The only way to fix this…is to give him total honesty.
“Because of the way you’re acting right now,” I whisper, releasing myself from his hold so I can curl my arms around myself. “It’s bad enough I don’t look like the other girls you mess around with. I didn’t want you to also think I was a loser who couldn’t get laid.” My throat swells tight. “I know I should have told you before we…but I…” I glance out the window as another tear rolls down my cheek. “I didn’t want to give you any more reasons not to be with me.”
“So you tricked me.”
My head whips around at his accusation. “Oh, please. It was hardly a trick. I’m sure you’ve fucked lots of virgins.”
Only unlike me, they got the full experience.
“You’re wrong,” he snarls. “I haven’t fucked any.”
I blink in surprise. “What?”
“Virgins complicate shit.” An ugly snort leaves him. “Girls get clingy enough after sex, and the last thing I want is to escalate that bullshit by popping someone’s cherry.”
Emotion punches through my chest and the need to protect myself runs rampant throughout me. “Guess it’s a good thing we were interrupted then, huh?”
I reach for the door handle, but his hand latches on to my knee. “I’m not looking to hurt you.”