“I want you…” I looked down and Gerard and exhaled sharply. “Please…”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He grinned as he raised up from between my thighs and started to undress.
I had never seen a man’s erect cock before. When his pants were tossed to the side, and his boxers came down I saw his dick spring to life like it had been waiting all night to be freed from the fabric prison. It was long, thick, and had a bulbous head. Gerard unrolled on a condom along his length and moved closer until I felt the head of his thick cock pushing against my wetness. The grin on his face was gone. All I saw was a look of intensity—a need that had to be satisfied. He started to push himself inside me, and I immediately grimaced when I felt my pussy being stretched for the very first time. He pushed past the e
ntrance, and then he was against my hymen. A grunt echoed from his throat as he shifted his weight and his cock destroyed the barrier that stood between him and what he truly wanted. I moaned—but it was due to the sharp sensation of pain that I felt when my hymen tore. He pushed a little harder until the battered flesh was stretched around his girth, and then he went deeper.
“Oh god.” I bit down on my bottom lip.
“It’s going to be okay.” He leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “It won’t hurt for long—you’ll be begging for it in no time.”
I hope so because right now it hurts…
Inch-by-inch, I felt my tight virgin pussy being penetrated and stretched around his girth. After he had forced half of his length inside me, he pulled back and started to thrust gently. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t entirely pleasant. I could feel the hint of what it could feel like, but I wasn’t there yet. I trusted Gerard though—he wasn’t going to hurt me. It might have been too soon for love, but the connection was already formed. I knew I wanted him—I needed him to claim me—to show me that he wanted me in his bed until our bodies were seared together and our souls were inseparable. The thrusts got a little faster, and he continued going deeper. I fought against the discomfort and felt it begin to dissipate. Every thrust was better than the one before it. His hands explored my body; then they were around my wrists. I saw the look in his eyes—the caring one—turn to a look of primal lust. Seeing it turned me on—it was a mixture of excitement and desire swirling together. The thrusts got harder. The pleasure started to grow—then I felt his balls against me. He was all of the way in.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you scream.” His words were like growls in my ear. “I’m going to claim your pussy—it belongs to me now.”
“Yes!” I purred back, gasping as I felt his thick cock throbbing deep inside my pussy.
There was more to sex than just passion—more than a connection. It was a primal need that begged to be satisfied. I finally understood that. It was beautiful and blissful, but it was hot enough to make my skin sizzle underneath his weight. Every thrust was harder than the one before it, and the pain was gone. I felt immense pleasure echoing from deep within me as my g-spot was stimulated for the very first time. I squirmed on the bed as the pressure began to build. It was similar to the one that I felt when his tongue was against my clit—but it was more intense. His lips moved to mine, and he kissed me—I tasted my own lust on his lips, and then he started to ravage my mouth with his tongue. I was his—entirely. He was doing things to me that I never thought I would enjoy. I was pinned to the bed—trapped beneath his weight—and I fucking loved it. I wanted him to fuck me harder—faster—to let the primal desire to keep the savage thrusts coming as long as possible.
“Please…” I pulled my lips away from him and things I never thought about saying slipped off my tongue like they were always waiting to be said to him. “Fuck me harder.”
He obliged without missing a single thrust. The pressure inside me was agonizing, yet it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. It crushed me from within while his cock made my g-spot roar with pleasure. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, but the edge was like a tightrope that I was walking across. I didn’t want to give in because I wanted the feeling to last as long as possible—but the desire was too strong. I tumbled into euphoria, and incredible pleasure surged through my veins. I was coming—and it was a vicious, yet glorious feeling. I felt him throbbing as my pussy spasmed on his length. My muscles tightened and squeezed my entire body. Then the nirvana flooded me so fast I felt it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Nothing could compare to that feeling—it was the most fantastic thing in the world.
“You’re going to make me come.” His words came out in growls. “Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Cum inside me…”
More words I never imagined myself saying, yet they rolled off my tongue like they were meant for him. His thrusts got more erratic—chaotic even. The full weight of his body was crashing into me, and his cock was hammered deep each time he slammed against my frame. The bed itself was shaking, moving, and the headboard thumped against the wall. I felt his dick spasm, then pulsate, and a second later a warmth erupted from the head. The condom caught his seed, but I felt the explosion.
It sent me over the edge again and forced me to come while the first orgasm was still peaking. I wished it was just him—without the latex between us. I wanted his seed inside me, yet I didn’t know why. It was just as a strange desire that took hold of me like the other primal one’s coursing through my thoughts. He kept thrusting until he was spent, and my orgasms subsided. His weight fell against me, and he kissed me several times after our initial passion was satisfied. I loved the way he felt—the way he smelled with the masculine scent teasing my nostrils. I could practically smell our lust lingering in the air when he pulled out and crashed on the bed beside me.
“That was incredible.” I stared at the ceiling and smiled.
“Yes.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “It was amazing.”
I can’t wait for the next time—and the time after that. I bet it gets even better. He’s going to turn me into an addict that begs for his touch—and I have no problem with that. I want to be his—I don’t even want to leave his bed.
Present day
After I lost my virginity to Gerard, I was floating on a cloud. I thought I was invincible—that I finally understood what life was about. It was more than just pushing yourself to be the best—to fulfill responsibilities. It was about passion, love, and the beauty of two people connecting in a way that they never had before. When I left him the next day, I thought my phone would ring before I got to my car. But it didn’t. It was silent for a whole day—and then that day passed. I sent him a couple of text messages, but I didn’t get a reply. After three days of silence, the harsh reality sank in. He wasn’t going to call me again. I was his for one night, and that was all he wanted. After a week of silence, I sank into a bit of a depressed state as the realization that I would never feel his touch again sank in. It was a longing that needed to be satisfied, yet the man who claimed me—said I was his—didn’t want me anymore.
A million apologies won’t fix that. My anger may be gone, but that sting returns if I dwell on it.
The reality was simple—I never got closure with Gerard. I let a million scenarios play out in my head—words I said to him when I closed my eyes—words that never formed on my lips when I finally saw him again. The door to what we had closed the day I left his apartment after our night of passion, and I came to terms with it. I had no choice but to accept the path in front of me when there was nothing behind me. Being his roommate was not going to be easy. The first night was hard, but something unexpected did happen. Liam’s kiss. Hot, beautiful, Liam—a fantasy that I never thought I could have. Was the alcohol really what steered his lips to mine? I wasn’t sure which answer to that question I really wanted. I couldn’t go through the sting of being thrown away again when a man got what he wanted from me. If the kiss was the beginning and the end, then so be it. I might not have had the strength to push Gerard away, but I was too protective of my heart to let another man inside of it unless I knew it was real.
I might get closure with both of them before this month is over. Gerard who hurt me—Liam who teased my thoughts when I was younger. That will be worth more than all the money in my bank account.
8
Gerard
Asking my parents for money was humiliating after being able to stand on my own two feet without monetary support from them since I moved out of their house. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell them the truth about why I needed it. I knew they couldn’t afford to give me twenty-five thousand dollars, but they did write me a check for three. It was all they were really able to spare, and I was grateful. I promised to pay them back as soon as I could. That was the easy part, because my parents
were generous, even if I never asked them for anything. I hit up a few buddies after that, and the instant they found out I was asking for money, the conversation became short. I should have expected that. Billy and Liam were my closest friends. Everyone else was mostly an acquaintance. I felt a little concerned when I got back to the apartment, but I hoped Liam had more success than I did. I sent him a text message, but I didn’t get a response.
I might as well head back home. Hopefully, Rachel will be gone by the time I get back.