Chapter 3 - Virgin

Virgin

Ivy pulled me to the dancefloor. People are already crowding because of the nearing peak of the party. We squeezed into the crowd and finally made a stop where men swarm.

"Ivy! It's so crowded here!" I shouted, hoping she'll hear me.

She turned to me and shouted in my ear. "Let's dance!" She raised both of our hands and started grinding her booty on me. Her movements were very sensual. Her hands went down on her legs, swaying her body. She moved her hands up and down alternately from her legs to her waist until her shoulder. Her energy was to the moon that the liquor I drank is slowly penetrating my system.

I smirked at her and did what she did. She shouted as we sway our bodies, the music was loud, sweats trickling on my forehead, and the intoxicating feeling does dancing in a club full of strangers.

I drowned myself in the dance music. The crowd intensified when the DJ changed the song. I raised my hand, my eyes closed as I enjoy dancing.

Sh*t! I've never felt this alive before. I don't do clubs but I think I'll reconsider it from now on.

When I opened my eyes, Ivy wasn't in front of me anymore. I was about to panic when a large hand from behind held my waist. I knew that this is normal in bars but I can't stop being shocked at this man's boldness.

I'm tipsy already. If I'm on my right mind, I won't ever let a man hold me like this.

"You're a great seducer," he said very sensually in my ear. I felt him grind on me.

I laughed and decided to turn to face him. I was greeted with a very dark gaze. I saw how his jaw tightened which made him look perfect. His thick eyebrow complimented his gray eyes. Yes, f*cking gray eyes. I'm tipsy and probably drunk but his eyes are totally the most beautiful eyes I've seen. His nose was pointed and his red lips looks soft. He was the man I saw on the second floor. The VIP!

He seemed familiar—like I saw him in a magazine or on TV. But if he had been, I couldn’t imagine that I’d have forgotten. He was the most breathtaking man on the planet—his chiselled cheekbones and strong jaw sat beneath perfectly floppy black hair and the most intense gray eyes I’d ever seen. His five o’clock shadow made my skin itch, yearning to feel the burn of it against my face. From what I could see, his white dress shirt was fitted perfectly on his body. And his smell—a distinct fragrance of unscented soap and aftershave and pure male goodness—nearly had me sniffing at the air in front of him.

Just looking at him makes me dizzy. He looked at me, in a way that no man had ever looked at me, a hungry possessiveness present in his stare as if he not only had undressed me in his mind but had claimed me by no one ever again except him.

I felt him caress my waist down to my hips. Skin to skin. I'm wearing a dress and he's touching my bare skin that was showing.

I bit my lip as the heat in his hands transfer to my body, annihilating my thoughts. I've never danced like this in my whole life and this man right in front of me is making me dance in the most sensual way I know.

I groaned as his hands made their way up. "Are you tired? Wanna go somewhere else?" his voice was husky, inviting me to say yes.

He crouched and reached my ear. I can feel his breaths in my ear. It was tickling me and the heat on my body kept rising. I felt a shiver down my spine. I've never reacted like this to a man. Never. How can he make my body react so much just with his hands?

"Hmm..." he hummed in my ear.

He's tempting me and it's working! F*ck, he is very, very tempting! But I'm not that kind of girl. I don't do a one-night stand. And clearly, this man is that type of man. A very handsome man like this doesn't do commitments.

I was about to decline him and find Ivy when his soft lips landed on mine. My eyes widened. I was about to push him when he stopped both of my hands with only his left hand! A very strong man like him can crush me if he wanted to.

His soft and tender lips grazed my lips. I tried to push him and shout but he made that opportunity to enter my mouth. His tongue met mine and tasted me. I was so shocked but the heat on my body intensified so much. The graze of his tongue on my mouth made me moan softly.

He groaned and stopped kissing me. I should be happy but, f*ck, I wanted more. My half-lidded eyes looked at him. He was smirking at me, biting his lower lip.

"You're sweet, sweetheart," he said before attacking my lips again. This time I didn't protest. I snaked my hands around his nape while he snake his hands on my waist.

I was lost at the touch of his lips. He bit my lip and sucked it like a lollipop. My sanity has left me already. I can't help myself but moan at the flick of his tongue.

I can feel his body heat as our chest was touching already. I gasped when I felt the iron clad thing poking my stomach. I stopped kissing him, shocked that he was turned on.

I was dizzy already but his stare made me dizzier. My eyesight is already not stable, I feel like I'll faint anytime soon.

What I remember the next thing was he was already opening a hotel room. The moment we entered the room, he pushed me hard to the door and kissed me. He pulled my leg up and made me straddle him.

I was moaning in his mouth. The feel of his iron-clad jeans directly on my throbbing center is making my rational thoughts fly.

"Sh*t" I cursed when he started moving. We were still fully clothed. My dress felt so rough on my skin that I want to tear it apart.

His lips went down on my jaw, down to my neck. He showered kisses on my neck. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I can't feel the air condition in the hotel room. All I feel is his body heat and mine.

"Please..." I pleaded. I don't know what I was pleading for. Is it the clothes or the way he moves on me?

"Shh..." he whispered as he cupped my bre*st. I looked up at the overwhelming sensation. He kissed my neck more as I give him more space.

"Ahh!" I shouted as he slowly massaged my bre*st.

"Please..." I begged.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish early."

He slowly put me down on the mattress. I got more frustrated. I want him already.

"Raise your hand, sweetheart," he said as his heated stare examine my body.

I obliged. He undressed me. All that was left to me was my underwear.

"F*ck, I've never seen a body like this," he said under his breath before kissing me and pushing me to the bed. He attacked me with lustful kisses. His hands roamed around my body.

When I noticed that he was still fully dressed, I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. My hands were a bit shaking. The full blast of his maleness on my throbbing center is making me more frustrated as he kisses me.

I removed his dress shirt and my hands went to his belt. When I successfully undid his belt, I gasped loudly as he started kissing my bre*st. I don't know when did he unclasp my bra but my mind is somewhere else.

"Oh! Ahh!" I moaned. When he alternately kissed my peaks.

"Fuck it, sweetheart."

I bit my lower lip to stop moaning so loud. I feel so embarrassed at my moans. This is totally not me.

He removed his jeans with his boxers. Before I can even look at his body, he went on top of me and started kissing me again.

I felt something on my stomach building up. "I'm..." I'm too far gone to even speak properly.

"You're? What, sweetheart?" he teased. I can feel the tip of his arousal on my throbbing center.

I closed my eyes as I try to grind on him. My body was acting up on its own. He cursed violently when he noticed what I was doing. He then entered me in one full thr*st. I stilled. I gasped as I felt the searing pain slowly hit my body. It was so painful. I feel like something was broken inside of me.

"Holy f*ck! You're a virgin, sweetheart!" he said with horror.

My tears started to trickle on the side of my eyes. It was so painful. And he sound like it was a nightmare for him for me to be a virgin. This as*hole!

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know." Now he sounds so confused.

I don't even know this man. Oh my gosh! My sanity is slowly going back. I didn't even know him and here I am f*cking him. Great, Calliana! F*cking great!

However, before I even have my rational thoughts back, he kissed me again. This time slowly. He kissed me thoroughly and hungrily. He massaged my bre*st slowly. The pain I was feeling a while ago is slowly going away.

He slowly rocked inside of me while he kissed me down my neck and to my chest.

"Tell me if it hurts, sweetheart, okay?" he asked slowly.

I nodded and felt him rock on me again. He thr*sted on me faster. I felt my stomach churn and it was building slowly again.

After that, the night slowly made me sleepy. The darkness enveloped me as the tiredness and liquor eat me up slowly.