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Doing away with my dignity, I whine, "Nothing."
"Nothing?" he repeats, staring down at me. His jaw locks, an idea seemingly popping into his head, which transforms his entire demeanor. Dark shadows swirl across his eyes, so vivid I swear I can make out the possession in them like a living, dangerous thing.
"Who else has seen you like this?"
My lips part. Is he asking what I think he is?
"N-no one," I stammer.
"I'm not going to tell you again, Juliana. Do. Not. Lie to me." He pushes against my clit, holding firm, until I'm whimpering for mercy—
"Okay! One..." I grit my teeth. "There's one guy who's seen."
He goes rigid...
Powerful breath flares through his nostrils, tainting his features with jealousy. "Just one?" he manages to get out.
"Yes," I say, but it sounds more like a plea, as his ministrations grow more purposeful.
"His name?"
What? Why in the world does he need to kn—
His eyebrows lift, a silent warning.
"Jonah! His name was Jonah."
"Last name?"
Good grief!
"I-I don't remember," I admit, which seems to please him.
"So, this Jonah," he spits, like his name's got a bad taste. "He was your first?"
Oh, no.
Shame burns my cheeks. "Not exactly..." Hayden's stare only intensifies, and I know he won't accept a vague answer. Could this get any more embarrassing? "We, uh... met at a frat party, fooled around, but umm, never really went... all the way."
Suddenly, the pressure relents.
Hayden stills like a statue. "Wait, are you saying—"
"I'm a virgin," I finish for him, ripping the bandage clean off, only to watch his expression move through a myriad of stages.
Starting with disbelief.
Pushing off the wall, he leaves me barren and exposed, questioning every decision which led me here. He mutters to himself, things like, "That can't be right... there's no way, I thought..." which quickly divulges into shock—"I know you're... but I didn't think..."—until he arrives at a state I'm not sure what to make of.
Swiveling around, he marches back my way, powering through the water and making my stomach flip in anticipation. His muscles flex under the moonlight, rippling with each step, and his devilish smirk grows wider and wider. "Fuckkkkk," he grunts, more to himself than me. "You really shouldn't have told me that."
"Why?" Expecting his judgment or some snide remark, I reach for my bra to cover myself up, but he snatches my chin before I can.
"Because, sweet, innocent Jules..." He tilts my chin, angling my neck to him like earlier, except now it's the opposite side. "I get to be the one who corrupts you." His lips latch onto my neck, and a free hand simultaneously falls upon my clit, flicking brutally.
"Oh!" I cry out, reaching for his biceps, my nails digging into his skin. Shivers race up my spine, one after the other, as he laps me up with his tongue, moaning a guttural sound, sucking hard, harder than the first time with a greater intention of leaving a mark.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." I grind against his hand, whimpering when his fingers thread through my hair, exploring their depths, then pull taut and guide me to the ground.
