Page 121 of Vega

“I’ve done things,” I said carefully. “I’m not a hermit. I know how to please a man. I’ve given men orgasms. I’ve just never been penetrated by dick.”

In response, his fingers flexed on the wheel and his eyes narrowed as if he were thinking.

Outside that car, we lived two separate lives. I lived in books. He lived in the streets. I dodged bills. He dodged bullets. Beyond the homes he had hidden me in, we made no sense. But inside the car, none of that stopped me from wanting him.

“I know you told me that you’re not involved with anyone, but how do I know you won’t go back to fucking the Elana’s, go back to your previous lifestyle? You’re an attractive man with a lot of money. How do I—”

He suddenly stopped the car in the middle of the street and placed a finger beneath my chin, silencing me.

“Guardami. (Look at me.)”

Fuck.

Suddenly, I regretted not bringing more pantiliners with me. I had ruined the one I’d worn and had to take it off. Now, I was leaking through my thong and possibly onto the expensive ass leather of his car seats.

I batted my eyes, staring up at him.

“There is no previous lifestyle waiting for me,” he insisted.

“What replaced it?”

He held my stare long enough to answer without words.

Suddenly, someone behind us blew their horn. The sudden blare made me tear my eyes away from him. He finally put his eyes back on the road and pressed the gas.

“Do you want to give me your virginity?” he asked.

My breath caught. He didn’t soften the question. He didn’t dress it up. He placed it in front of me and waited.

I turned toward him, my answer already rising.

“Think before you speak,” he interrupted.

I closed my mouth, and his eyes cut to mine for one second, then returned to the road.

“Think all the way through it, Glasses. Because once you give me permission, I’m taking it.”

VEGARRO “VEGA” MORETTI

Sonnet got quiet after that. I had studied her for weeks so I knew she was thinking.

I let her. I turned on the music and let some smooth R&B fill the car for the rest of the ten minutes we had left in the drive. Her want for me made my dick rock hard. By the time I parked at home, I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my dick.

We got out without a word. I could feel the need and energy between us as we walked inside. It had been hard to stay mature about wanting her. We spent all this time getting to know each other and falling without sex blurring anything. Our feelings were pure. I wanted to fuck her but also make love to her soul. I wanted to show her she never had to feel alone or unprotected again because she would have me forever.

We stepped through the door. I closed and locked it.

Then she grabbed me and started a passionate sloppy kiss. I didn’t fight it because tasting her healed something in me, tasting her felt like something inside me finally stopped starving.

We breathed heavy into each other's mouths sharing air. I kissed back and put a hand around the back of her neck. "Say exactly what you want."

She paused, looking at me with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I refuse to let there be any confusion between us,” I told her. “I need you to choose this, Sonnet. Not because you’re scared. Not because you’re caught up in the moment. Because you want me. Quindi, voglio che scelga tu, amore. (So, I want you to choose, baby.)”

Finally, she told me. " Voglio che mi scopi. (I want you to fuck me.)"

That awakened a beast in me. My nostrils flared as I could feel my dick hardening into steel. “You sure?”