Why can’t I have a shot at him on my own—he’s so freaking perfect.
His arms squeezed me tight and pulled me close as our lips met. I felt my crimson lipstick smearing as he crushed my lips beneath his kiss. His lips were filled with the fire of passion and they formed a perfect seal with mine. I could taste the drink he had with dinner, a hint of oak underneath the bourbon. I had decided to stick with water so it was stronger than I expected.
As our bodies pressed together, I could smell his cologne drifting into my nostrils. My heart was racing and there was so much desire building up inside of me. I melted into his powerful arms as his tongue slid between my lips and ravaged my mouth. His hands drifted up my back and one locked on my neck, holding me in place as he continued to kiss me. I didn’t want it to end.
My mind swirled with nothing but a need for the moment to last forever. I didn’t care about Seven Roses or the arrangement. I only cared about the slice of perfection served to me by Markus. It was the kind of romance I had always dreamed of, yet never experienced. When the crowd started to move back into the theater, he finally pulled away and I saw the cameras catch the final seconds of our tender moment.
Holy shit. That was incredible.
“It’s time to go back.” He let his hands fall to mine and he pulled me towards the entrance of the hallway.
“Yeah...” I muttered, feeling the absence of his kiss and wanting more. The show was no longer the best part of the date.
The kiss was the only thing on my mind as Jean Valjean delivered his musical verse with incredible passion. The only passion I cared about was the one still storming inside of me for Markus. When the show ended and he started to lead me through the crowd, my body was on fire. The instant we were in the car, his lips were on mine again. We started kissing as the car drove away from the theater. His hands moved along my thighs, pushing underneath my dress.
That was where I stopped most of my dates. I never let them take it further than the middle of my thigh. Markus passed that spot without a single hint of hesitation on my end and when his other hand started to squeeze my breast, I simply sank into his embrace.
Rational thought was trying to creep into my mind and fan the flames of desire. I was a virgin. I had never been with a man before. Regardless of what happened with Markus, I still had six other dates to go on before I even got the point where I got to choose my future. Even if I eventually fell in love instead of just head over heels in lust, we couldn’t be together. There was more than that—more than just inhibition. I felt like I did know Markus from watching him during the previous season.
When we got close to the house, he finally pulled away and I got a moment to catch my breath.
“I want you.” His eyes locked on mine.
“I’m not sure the rest of the guys will be happy if I say I want you too.” I felt my heart beating in my chest so hard it sounded like thunder in my ears.
“Who gives a shit.” He took me by the hand as the door opened.
Markus and I walked up the steps and I expected to find the rest of the guys waiting when we opened the door, but I didn’t see a soul when I stepped into the house. The door to the living room was closed and I didn’t hear a sound from the other side. The camera crew didn’t follow us into the house since it was rigged with enough cameras to catch the action without them.
Markus walked up behind me and put his hands on my arms. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck. I shivered and my body instantly became covered in goose bumps when I felt his lips on my skin. He moved them up the edge of my neck and immediately started to kiss my ear. After a couple of kisses, he nibbled on it lightly and wrapped his arms around my waist. There were so many reasons to say no, but all I wanted to do was say yes. Markus moved his lips back to my neck and traced along my shoulder blades to the other side, leaving a trail of saliva as he did. He kissed the other side with the same passion and started to nibble on my other ear. I squeezed his hand and walked towards the stairs, not saying a word. He followed, kissing my neck again at the bottom of the stairs.
If he follows me up the stairs, there is no way I can resist him.
I took my first step and felt him behind me. I was in uncharted waters, swimming into a sea of passion with an anchor of lust pulling me towards Markus. We got to the top of the stairs and I walked towards my bedroom. There were no cameras inside of it, so once we were behind those doors, it was just the two of us. I waited with my hand on the doorknob—expecting the rest of the guys to finally show up. Were they really going to let me go into the room alone with Markus without lodging a single protest?
I pushed the door open and he followed me inside, closing it before taking me in his arms again. There was no turning back. I was going to lose my virginity on my first night as a contestant on Seven Roses. I wasn’t sure how the nation would react to seeing that. They would either be consumed with jealousy or hate my choice. I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. No man had ever made me feel the way Markus had. None had ever shown so much passion and desire for me. He turned me around and smiled as our eyes met.
“This wasn’t how I expected the date to end.” I blinked a couple of times and sighed. “I really like you, but I know we won’t be able to be together once the show is over.”
“Don’t think about that. I know you’re a virgin and I know you’re probably not sure about this. It doesn’t have to be sex—just let me take care of you tonight.” He started to kiss me again and his tongue ran along the edge of my lips.
I quivered at the thought of feeling that tongue between my thighs. I wasn’t just a virgin, I had never experienced anything with a man. I came close a couple of times, but the spark wasn’t bright enough to take me any further than a kiss.
Markus moved his lips down to my shoulders and reached behind my back. His fingers clutched the zipper and started to slide it down. I felt like putty in his hands, molded by the feeling of his fingers on my exposed skin. I wished I would have had some champagne on the ride back. It would have made me feel a little more relaxed. When my zipper was all the way down, he caressed my back until his fingers started to squeeze the clasp on my bra. His kiss was keeping me suspended in desire as he removed the straps of my dress from my shoulders. When they started sliding down my arms, my bra started to slide down as well. He tugged until my breasts were exposed and began caressing them with his hands. A thumb traced each nipple and made me tingle even more.
“You’re so beautiful.” He pulled his lips away and leaned down, lightly caressing my nipple with his tongue.
“Oh god...” I let out a gasp as I felt his tongue on my tender flesh. My nipple got even harder as he swirled his tongue around the nub.
While his tongue worked on my nipple, his hands pushed my dress down the curve of my hips. It slid down to the floor and I was naked in front of
him except for my panties. One of his hands clutched my inner thigh and started moving towards the last barrier between us. The silk was already wet from the excitement I was feeling from his tongue and when he rubbed the wetness, I felt an even stronger sense of desire. Even with the thin layer of fabric between his finger and my pussy, I felt the twinge of pleasure rush through my body. He rubbed along the wet fabric, making it more saturated as he caressed it.
I ran my fingers through his hair and let out a moan of pleasure. There was no going back at that point. I was so turned on I didn’t care what he did to me as long as I kept feeling the magic of his touch. He moved to my other nipple and after licking around it a few times, he started moving me towards the bed. The back of my knees touched the edge of the mattress and he gently pushed me back onto it, supporting me with a hand until I was on my back. He pushed my legs apart and started kissing my inner thighs as his finger continued to move along the exterior of my panties.
“I’m gonna make you cum.” He let his tongue drift along my inner thigh until it was nearly against the thin fabric between my legs.
I was enraptured by the sensations shooting through my body. I couldn’t control them and I didn’t want them to stop. He rubbed along the edge of my panties and then pushed them aside, pressing his finger into my wetness. My pussy resisted, so tight that he couldn’t even get his meaty finger past the entrance. I had explored it myself during the heat of masturbation, but I never really tried to penetrate myself because it hurt so much. I was so wet that the pain was tolerable and my body was craving it so much that I found myself wishing it was something besides his finger being pushed inside of me. He worked his finger in to the first knuckle and then started to lightly thrust against my hymen. The feeling made me shake with anticipation, but he didn’t push it further than that.