she crying?
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, somewhat panicked.
She snorted and chuckled slightly. What the hell did I say that was funny? “No,” she answered and smiled softly, her eyes still heavy with emotion. “You didn’t hurt me.”
I remained inside of her as I kissed her softly. Her hands ran up and down my back as we lay on the floor. “I better toss this condom,” I told her as I sat up. When I stood, she lay on the floor, her blond hair fanned out, and her perfect body naked and open.
Fuck me.
Sighing, I headed for the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I went to the toilet to remove the condom and flush it, but froze. There was blood on the condom. My brows furrowed in confusion. I went back to the doorway and found her still lying on the floor. From where I stood, I could see what looked like a little blood on the back of her thigh.
“Are you maybe on your period or something?” I asked stupidly.
She quickly sat up and pushed up to her feet. Her eyes darted anywhere but at me. “No,” she said simply.
“Are you sure?” Again, I’m an idiot. “There’s blood on the condom and you’ve got some on you, too. It’s okay if you are,” I quickly added. I definitely didn’t want to embarrass her. I get some guys are grossed out by it and I can’t deny I wouldn’t want to bag some random girl while she was on the rag, but Nikki wasn’t a random girl. I knew that.
“No. I’m not on my period,” she said as she began scanning the floor. Her face was bright red as she picked up her bra. I was embarrassing her. But why . . .
Then it hit me.
But no . . . really? It couldn’t be.
But what other explanation could there be?
I had just taken her virginity.
Fuck me.
I walked back into the bathroom and tossed the condom. Cleaning up quickly, I ran a hand through my hair. She’d just lost her virginity on my uncle’s bedroom floor. I am such a fucking asshole. But why wouldn’t she have told me?
I didn’t know how to make this right. But I had to try. When I came back out, she was holding up her torn panties, giving me a pointed look with one brow quirked. “Sorry about that,” I laughed.
“Don’t be,” she chuckled as she bent down to grab her dress. God, her ass was the definition of perfection. To top it off, she still wore her heels and I felt my dick getting hard again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
She didn’t stop to look at me, but continued shaking her dress out. “Does it matter?”
Does it matter? Was she serious? Did she think I was some kind of asshole that wouldn’t have cared? That I wouldn’t have wanted to make it special for her? That pissed me off. “To me, it does,” I seethed.
“It was none of your business.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I asked calmly, but the edge to my voice conveyed how much I fucking hated what she’d just said. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I feel like an asshole right now.”
This time, she looked at me. “Because I didn’t want you to hold back.”
My anger ebbed slightly. I moved toward her and she pulled the dress to her chest, covering herself. Yanking the outfit from her, I tossed it aside. “If you’d told me, I wouldn’t have held back. A man can be gentle and rough at the same time, Nicole.” Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips as I pulled her to me and pressed our bodies together. “I know we only have tonight, but let me show you. Let me show you how walking that fine line between pain and pleasure can be fucking phenomenal.”
She stared back at me, her bright eyes filled with a curiosity that bordered lust. As I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, she whispered, “Okay.”
The Engagement Party
As I ride the escalator down to baggage claim, John stands at the bottom, holding one of those signs like a limo driver would.
The sign reads: Shithead.
I’m still laughing when I reach him and we give each other a quick one-armed hug. “Good to see
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, somewhat panicked.
She snorted and chuckled slightly. What the hell did I say that was funny? “No,” she answered and smiled softly, her eyes still heavy with emotion. “You didn’t hurt me.”
I remained inside of her as I kissed her softly. Her hands ran up and down my back as we lay on the floor. “I better toss this condom,” I told her as I sat up. When I stood, she lay on the floor, her blond hair fanned out, and her perfect body naked and open.
Fuck me.
Sighing, I headed for the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I went to the toilet to remove the condom and flush it, but froze. There was blood on the condom. My brows furrowed in confusion. I went back to the doorway and found her still lying on the floor. From where I stood, I could see what looked like a little blood on the back of her thigh.
“Are you maybe on your period or something?” I asked stupidly.
She quickly sat up and pushed up to her feet. Her eyes darted anywhere but at me. “No,” she said simply.
“Are you sure?” Again, I’m an idiot. “There’s blood on the condom and you’ve got some on you, too. It’s okay if you are,” I quickly added. I definitely didn’t want to embarrass her. I get some guys are grossed out by it and I can’t deny I wouldn’t want to bag some random girl while she was on the rag, but Nikki wasn’t a random girl. I knew that.
“No. I’m not on my period,” she said as she began scanning the floor. Her face was bright red as she picked up her bra. I was embarrassing her. But why . . .
Then it hit me.
But no . . . really? It couldn’t be.
But what other explanation could there be?
I had just taken her virginity.
Fuck me.
I walked back into the bathroom and tossed the condom. Cleaning up quickly, I ran a hand through my hair. She’d just lost her virginity on my uncle’s bedroom floor. I am such a fucking asshole. But why wouldn’t she have told me?
I didn’t know how to make this right. But I had to try. When I came back out, she was holding up her torn panties, giving me a pointed look with one brow quirked. “Sorry about that,” I laughed.
“Don’t be,” she chuckled as she bent down to grab her dress. God, her ass was the definition of perfection. To top it off, she still wore her heels and I felt my dick getting hard again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
She didn’t stop to look at me, but continued shaking her dress out. “Does it matter?”
Does it matter? Was she serious? Did she think I was some kind of asshole that wouldn’t have cared? That I wouldn’t have wanted to make it special for her? That pissed me off. “To me, it does,” I seethed.
“It was none of your business.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I asked calmly, but the edge to my voice conveyed how much I fucking hated what she’d just said. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I feel like an asshole right now.”
This time, she looked at me. “Because I didn’t want you to hold back.”
My anger ebbed slightly. I moved toward her and she pulled the dress to her chest, covering herself. Yanking the outfit from her, I tossed it aside. “If you’d told me, I wouldn’t have held back. A man can be gentle and rough at the same time, Nicole.” Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips as I pulled her to me and pressed our bodies together. “I know we only have tonight, but let me show you. Let me show you how walking that fine line between pain and pleasure can be fucking phenomenal.”
She stared back at me, her bright eyes filled with a curiosity that bordered lust. As I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, she whispered, “Okay.”
The Engagement Party
As I ride the escalator down to baggage claim, John stands at the bottom, holding one of those signs like a limo driver would.
The sign reads: Shithead.
I’m still laughing when I reach him and we give each other a quick one-armed hug. “Good to see
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