Leigh stepped forward, her head coming to my chest. I wanted to get this over with, and picked her up at the waist and set her over the sink. Looking over her young skin, I shook my head. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” I backed away and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was wrong on so many levels. Mia, first and foremost. Legal, but still only seventeen. And a virgin, nonetheless. “I need to make a call,” I mumbled, shoving my hand into my pocket.
Dialing Mia’s number, she answered on the second ring, “Picasso, here.”
“I’m in trouble,” I admitted.
“What’s wrong?”
For starters, a naked girl was staring at me. “It’s not over, Mia.” I wanted to scream as soon as the words tumbled out. “Fuck, I have this girl here. They want to use her because she’s a virgin—”
“Leigh,” the virgin piped up, and I narrowed my eyes.
“What does he want you to do?” Mia asked on the other end.
“Stuff you wouldn’t be proud of.”
Mia sighed. “Whatever it is, I’ll forgive you. Just do what you have to and get home to me in one piece.”
I fisted the phone and wiped my face into my shirt, turning around. “I’m on some kind of drug right now,” I wasn’t going to lie to Mia, “I don’t trust myself with this position I’m in.”
“Ollie, I don’t want to know. Just remember, it doesn’t mean anything.”
I drew in a deep breath. “I love you,” came out upon an exhale.
“I know, but I’d rather you tell me in person.”
“I’ll see you soon.” I clicked the phone and tucked it back into my jeans and narrowed my eyes at the body sitting before me. Leigh was just another battle I had to conquer to get closer to freedom. A conquest.
Leigh tilted her head, worry consuming her eyes. “Will this hurt?”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promised.
“Will it feel good?”
“Leigh, I won’t be able to concentrate if you keep talking.”
“I’m scared it’s going to hurt. At least try and make it feel good, Oliver.” Leigh looked up at me through dark lashes. “Be gentle and make me feel good. Please.”
“Okay,” I said, waving her down to the edge of the sink, “but most likely, Ghost will do the same.” I slammed my hands on both sides of her, and lifted my head until our eyes met. “Have you ever been touched?”
Leigh shook her head, her blonde hair falling over her pert breasts. She had no idea what she’d gotten herself into with the Links, but I couldn’t deny her innocence wasn’t fucking with my head. I was confident it was the pill I’d taken. “Breathe,” I coached her, spreading her legs open and running my fingertips down the insides of her thighs to put her at ease, so it didn’t feel like I was about to assault the girl.
“Does it look okay?” Leigh asked. “You keep staring at my fanny like it’s different.”
It was different. “Your fanny is fine.” Not the one I wanted to be looking at, but this was the position we were in, and I pushed her knees apart to get a better view of what I was dealing with as my hands continued to roam over her thighs to get her comfortable with my touch.
She bit her lip. “That feels good.”
“Please, let’s do this without talking.”
Leigh shrugged. “I know you’re not into this. Into me. I just wished the first time someone touched me cared, at the very least. It’s fine. You can just shove your fingers inside me and get it over with.”
She didn’t value herself, which made me pity her. She didn’t deserve this. “I’m not going to do that.” I used two fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and soaked my thumb in my mouth before running it over her large bud. All this was completely unnecessary, but perhaps making her feel good would lessen the sting I’d heard about. I rolled my thumb over her clit, pressing against it and making circles.
Someone pounded over the door, and Leigh recoiled, slamming her legs shut. “What’s the verdict, Masters?” Dex yelled, and I hung my head.
“Bugger off,” I yelled back, dizzy and high from the drugs. The room grew hot, and I yanked off my hoodie. Leaning over Leigh, I pushed her stiff thighs apart again. “You have to relax.” I cocked my head, knowing I’d have to work her up all over again. “Pretend it’s just you and me right now,” she was so tiny over the counter, and I gripped her thighs and pulled them apart, revealing herself to me again, “and we’re somewhere else other than here,” I pressed my fingertip against her opening, “that I’m someone you fancy, yeah?”
Leigh bucked her hips forward.
“That’s right,” I placed a palm over her pelvis to keep her still and pull her skin up, working her opening with one finger. “but don’t get too excited or you’ll hurt yourself.” I offered a smile, and she sank backward with dark eyes on mine, rolling her hips forward. Her scent was the opposite of Mia’s, and I missed my girl. I missed Mia’s heat, her taste, the way I felt inside her. My stomach turned, pushing my finger a centimeter through her tight entrance, Leigh cried out, and I lowered my palm over her clit, rubbing up and down to take her mind off it. Surely, it couldn’t hurt that bad, but I wouldn’t know. “I’ll have to get one more finger in there, and you’re still not wet enough.”
“It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.” But fuck me.
“Lick me,” she suggested.
“No,” I scoffed, lowering my head and spitting on her sex. “I kiss my girl with this mouth.” I moved my palm up and down over her flesh, soaking her folds with my saliva, and Leigh whimpered, grinding against my hand. She was loving what I was doing. The girl was playing me.
“I’ve never gotten off before, Oliver. Please, I bet it feels so good to feel your mouth on me.”
“It does, you can ask Mia.” I pressed my thumb against her clit as I gently stroked her entrance, in and out, and going further each time. Leigh’s legs uncontrollably shook as she squirmed, but I stayed in control despite my high. Leigh’s pussy was tight, and I had to be careful not just to find the hymen, but not break it, all while keeping her in the mood to keep her relaxed. She bucked her hips back, her knees closing in as her orgasm climbed. I withdrew, grabbed her thighs, slammed her bottom against my pelvis, and pushed down on her legs. “Stay still,” I growled, then pressed two fingers back inside, gently pressing deeper until … There it was—her hymen. I quickly withdrew my fingers and rested my hands over the sink between her opened legs. “Good news. You’re a virgin.”
“You’re not going to finish me off?”
I hung my head. “Nope.”
“She’s lucky,” Leigh stated, referring to Mia as I washed my hands in the sink beside her.
“I’m the lucky one.” I dried my hands off on my pants and pushed her knees together. “Keep your legs closed and don’t let those boys fuck you.” I had some sort of attachment to this young girl now, had to keep her innocence intact.
“You’re leaving me?”