The Virgin Duet(14)

Once we are outside of the club, I get in the back of the car, still holding her to me. Hank says a word to the other guys and they all disappear into the night. I’m holding Rebecca to me when he gets in and takes us home.

I look down and lock eyes with my little fairy. “Thank you,” she whispers and puts her head on my chest.





I walk out of the bathroom and see Rebecca sitting on the bed. She’s dressed in a tiny pink tank top and white shorts. She must have taken a shower in the other bathroom while I was getting ready for bed.

My body is still on an adrenaline high and my hands are shaking. It’s been over an hour since we got back home and I haven’t said a word to her for fear of saying something hurtful.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and looks at me with those big violet eyes.

“I’m aware, Rebecca.”

“Please don’t be upset with me. I only went to meet up with my friends and have a good time.” I can hear the soft plea in her voice but it’s not enough to soothe my anger.

“A good time? Is that what you call that?”

“No. Thank you for stepping in. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Just get some sleep. It’s late, and I have an early meeting tomorrow. I’ll be in the guest room.”

As I start to walk past her and out of the room she stands up and catches my arm.

“Please don’t go. You’re so upset. Let me make it better.”

“I don’t know how you could possib—”

I stop speaking when her other hand reaches down and brushes the front of my shorts. I’m wearing jogging shorts, but no shirt and having my skin this close to hers is terrifying. I’m hard as a rock, and it’s obscenely clear from the large tent in my shorts. If she keeps this up, I don’t know that I’ll be able to control myself.

“I think I could come up with an idea on how to calm you down.”

I clench my jaw, still unable to form a word.

She lazily strokes her hand up and down my hard shaft over my shorts, but I feel it in every cell of my body. Her fingers trace their way up to the waistband and I feel the tips of her nails graze my stomach.

“Rebecca,” I say, but I don’t know if I’m pleading or scolding.

“Just a little touch. That’s all,” she whispers and leans into me.

I lock my arms at my sides and don’t move an inch. If I touch her I won’t be able to control myself. I’ve never felt a woman's intimate touch, and I’m afraid of how I will react.

She reaches her hand down inside the waistband of my shorts and at the first touch of her skin against mine, I shiver. Being touched there by a woman for the first time is confusing and wonderful. I feel her fingers on my cock and my hips jerk. My heart races and I break out in a sweat. Rebecca moves her fingers and I can’t hold it any longer. My cock starts pulsing and I start to cum. I feel her fingers smear the cum around the head of my cock and down my shaft as I empty inside my shorts. I close my eyes, and let the amazing sensation hit me as she rubs me to completion. Having her get me off is like heaven, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.

Once I'm drained I feel the shame wash over me. I can’t believe I just came in my pants like a teenager. I’m a grown man, and I’ve never experienced anything sexual. I’m so embarrassed and angry with myself.

I grab her wrist, take her hand out of my pants, and storm out of the room. I can’t face that humiliation.





BECS


My fingers are coated in his cum. Looking down at them, I rub the warmth between my fingers. Slowly I bring them to my mouth, and out of curiosity I take a taste of him. The saltiness hits my tongue, and makes pleasure shoot through my body. I wonder what it would be like to taste it directly from him. Would he let me? I’m not sure what came over me in that moment. Every time he showed emotion I reveled in it. I got off on it. Whenever Bray came into the coffee shop, he was almost robotic in nature. I’ve noticed he doesn’t seem to let people get too close to him, but tonight he let me lie on his lap in the car. Then he let me touch him. Whenever he touches me it’s over before it even begins. I want to touch him more.

I’ve always been a forward person, but I’ve never touched a man so intimately before, nor had I wanted to. Maybe I was just thankful that he saved me from Nico tonight. No, that can’t be it. Sam has saved me before, and I’ve never once had any feelings for him beyond sisterly affection.

I just felt so safe with him tonight. When I saw him at the Palms, and saw the look on his face, I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I may not be out of Nico’s hands yet, but I have shelter with Bray for now—a man I’m not sure how to handle. He’s different. Something about him draws me in. He brings out feelings I’ve never had before.

I’ve thought boys were cute before, but I’ve never wanted more. Bray makes me crave more. The only other time I wanted more was when I wanted a family. When I tried to fit in but failed. But sometimes Bray looks at me and I see hunger. Could he want me as I am or would he want to change me? Would I have to change who I am to fit him?

When he pulled me out of club, I was terrified. I’m not sure how he found me there, but thank God he did. I went looking for Sam. Pissed at Bray for never showing up for the dinner I made him, and even more pissed that I cared. When I got there I couldn’t find Sam, and it wasn’t long before Nico was on me. Normally he just makes snide remarks, but tonight he held nothing back. He was making demands that made my skin crawl. Saying Sam owed him a lot of money but he was willing to let me work it off for him. That I didn’t have to worry, he’d be the only one who would get to use me. Like that was a f*cking bonus or something.