“You’re irresistible, girl,” he tells me in that same gruff manner. All of a sudden, he seems older to me — older than the rest, in maturity and not just age. And perhaps that’s why I want him to be the one to do this, to take my virginity: he’s got the experience. He knows this.
The pop of a button, the hiss of a zipper... These sounds I had previously been unaccustomed to, had never given a second thought. But now they hold a sexual sway over me that I hadn’t considered before. That something as simple as a zipper could evoke such a physical response — my accelerating heartbeat, muscles clenching in dogged anticipation — seems astounding.
With his broad hand, Leon pins down my right thigh. A thrill of fear overcomes me: on his knees before me, Leon strikes a massive, towering figure. He grins down at me, a flash of hunger in his eyes. When we were first together in my bunk room, I at least had an advantage on height, maintaining eye level by remaining on the top bunk. But now, with my back flat on the ground and Leon sliding his own jeans down to reveal powerful muscular thighs, I gulp.
If he wanted, he could do anything to me.
Leon keeps his gaze steady on mine, though it flickers down at the last minute to observe me fully. He licks his lips.
“You’re truly something, spread out like this,” he says quietly, eyes trailing from my bitten lips to my heaving chest to my soaked panties. His mouth quirks, and, in one sudden movement, Leon wrests my panties off my body entirely, the thin scrap of fabric dangling limp from his fingers.
He gives the white cotton a single glance. “Cute,” he says, then tosses them to the side. My face colors.
Leon picks up my legs from the floor and, in one single move, hauls them to his waist. “Wrap those babies round me,” he whispers throatily, and I do as he requests, powerless to do much else.
Tilted like this, I shift myself forward on the floor to get closer to Leon. He’s rigid but relaxed — a block of pure muscle that doesn’t even sway when I pull my body up toward his. My drenched slit grinds instantly against Leon’s clothed erection; he looks down at me like a god.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Princess,” he whispers, those steel-cut eyes sharp on me.
My breath catches in my throat, and my gaze drops to his tight boxers and the outline of his firm cock. Unbidden, saliva fills my mouth.
Looking me straight in the eye, Leon’s fingers tuck beneath the waistband of his boxers before slowly sliding them down.
I can’t stop staring at him; I think I’ve stopped breathing.
The spring of his rock-hard cock as it’s released from its confines enthralls me. The tip shines wetly in the firelight, as if it’s already been kissed.
His cock seems, to me, monstrously huge — like Leon himself. I gulp. I’m never going to be able to take it inside me. I mean — me? The one who stands at just over five feet on a good day?
And yet... There is no denying I want him inside me right now. My legs tighten around his waist. Something animalistic and primal has woken inside of me.
He is the only man here who is currently head-to-toe stark naked. He’s naked for me, vulnerable in front of the others for me — and it’s as though he only has eyes for me.
But then they settle, distracted, to a place above my head I can’t see. He stares — and then, after a tense moment, nods in resignation.
Tarek. He’s looking at Tarek.
Leon hoists my hips up with his large hands, pressing his palms into my cheeks. “Love the feel of you,” he mutters, eyelids shuttering.
When my cunt comes into contact with his cock, I find myself desperately rubbing my body against his. His cock is warm and gently throbbing — I need him in me, is all the animal part of my brain can say.
Leon groans at my touch, backing away slightly. “Careful, Princess. You don’t want me to come right here...”
On the contrary, it sounds rather entertaining. But I stop grinding my hips against him, instead slowing down to a gentle wave.
Beside me, Seth arrives — wait, when did he go? I must have been so out of it. He hands Leon a condom, the shiny packet glittering in the light of the flames, and a small white bottle. Seth settles back down beside me in a cross-legged position, stroking my long hair over Conor’s lap.
Leon slides the condom over his cock. “I’m sure you understand,” he murmurs softly, and I nod, understanding perfectly. In fact, I’m getting turned on just by watching Leon stroking the condom down his whole length, imagining that it’s my body enveloping him.
“This is your first time,” he tells me, and there’s a hint of nervousness there, as though my being a virgin is more concerning than the length of his cock. “So I’m going to take this extra slow for you.” To my mind, everything already feels intensely slow: it’s like I’m inside a movie where I’m captivated by every frame, or, bizarrely, some kind of porny gifset. Every heartbeat lasts an hour.
Leon takes the small bottle beside him and pumps a couple squirts of liquid into his palm. He fists his cock slowly, smearing the liquid across his cockhead with a soft squelching sound that makes me groan with longing.
Then his slick fingers stroke my folds — and he’s cold. I laugh and shiver away from his touch. He smears the remainder of the lube onto my breasts, groaning slightly as he fondles them before leaning back and admiring his handiwork.
Wet. I feel so wet.
The others surround me, hushed in anticipation as Leon aligns his cock against me. The room is so quiet. The loudest thing in it is the fireplace. Leon’s bearing down on his hands so that his face hovers inches from mine. I’m captivated by the bulge of his arms, and the small silver chain around his neck that I’d never noticed him wearing before.
Caught in this heady, heavy whirlwind of sex, our eyes meet — and then he thrusts.
Pain. A flash, a spear, that blinds in some kind of agony I’ve never endured before. Leon looks alarmed, but I don’t want him to stop — I know my body, and I know that if I control myself, I can take in all of him. I want him. My legs cling to the back of his thighs, torn between keeping him locked in place and making him enter me further. I’m shuddering — with fear, with desire, with all of it.
Leon ducks his head to the side of my face, his lips grazing my ear as I go through this mental panic attack. “Breathe,” he whispers, kissing me softly.
And I do. For the first time in forever, my stomach expands. I inhale until my belly kisses the dip of Leon’s hip. Leon matches my breath, setting a kind of rhythm with his mouth above mine. Air from his lips flows to my lungs and back again. It’s like kissing without the touch of our lips. I focus on the sensation, the tempo, until it feels as though I’m drowning in air.
Though his body is lightly trembling from the endurance of stillness and the agony of anticipation, Leon looks me steadily in the eye — and then begins to enter me whole.
I gasp. The pain has lessened, which comes as a shock. The fullness of him inside of me is unbelievable.
Leon quickly wipes his frowning forehead, easing away signs of tension as he enters another realm of bliss entirely. I stare up at him, utterly captivated by the different expressions flashing across his face, wondering what it feels like to be enclosed by another human being.
Without thought, I start to roll my hips — small, minute movements that seem, after a time, to have an impact. Leon drops his head to the curve of my neck like he’s losing control. I kiss the side of his face tenderly, the way he did to me.