Chapter 3

Sweats

She cleared her throat, trying to swallow her nervousness. “ I'm down for anything. I dare you to dare me, El Greco.”

“First, drop the formalities. I prefer to be called Dave,”

"Okay, Dave. Whatever—" she was cut mid-sentence when he pinned her against the dresser.

“I dare you to kiss me,” he told her with a smirk etched across his lips.

She stared at him for a moment, then a mocking chortle escaped from her mouth. 

Couldn't he get any funnier? He wanted me to kiss him? Such a piece of cake. 

Almost immediately, she grabbed his neck toward her as she brought her head up. Their lips connected. She ran her fingers through his dark hair. His hands began to roam around her back, trying to deepen the kiss. But before everything got deep, she pulled away from the kiss, leaving him deadpan.

"You're no fun," she smirked, completely removing the robe from her body. 

Dave watched the robe fall on the floor, then his eyes went to her almost naked body. Now, she's only wearing her two-piece black lace lingerie.

"A kiss? What kind of a dare was that? Don't you think I could not ki—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Dave pulled her in, claiming her lips for the nth time. This time, it was rough. He kissed her harder as he gently tugged at her hair, trying to force his tongue into her mouth. She gasped as his hand touched her ass, squeezing it. He led her towards the bed, pushing her shoulders so she could sit down. He stopped kissing her only to remove the towel that has been covering his lower part. His hard shaft startled her for a bit, amazed at how big and beautiful it was. She wanted to take her eyes off of it, but she couldn't stop herself from staring.

People perceived her job as dirty. But for her, she had not reached that point yet until today. And she does not know what to feel at the exact moment. All that was rushing into her system was the mixture of nervousness and desire all at once.

“You couldn't stop looking?” he said with a smirk etched across his lips.

She looked up at him. Her brows met. Amused by the amount of self-pride he possessed. 

“What did you just say?”

“Never mind,” then he sat on the bed, pulling her body closer to him.

She was about to say something to protest but he claimed her lips again. Almost sucking her breath like a mad man. His arms snaked around her waist, rubbing her back and unhooking her bra before she knew it. Then, she felt his hand travel to her hips and from there, it went to her breast, caressing, squeezing and rubbing her nipples with his palm in a circular motion. She gasped in pleasure, trying to catch her breath. Slowly, he slid his fingers into her panty, teasing her down there a little bit.

“Kiss me back, Brianna. I need you to kiss me,” he whispered.

Just like that, her mouth gave in. She began sucking and tracing the outline of his lips, letting herself fall under his spell. She straddled on top of him, feeling his erection poking between her thighs. She had no idea how she ended up lying on top of the bed with him. Perhaps, she was too hypnotized by the kiss. Now, she was under him, cornered.

“Oooh. . .” she couldn't help but moan the moment he shifted down to her neck, giving gentle bites and sensual breathing that warmed her skin until he reached her breast. He began sucking the other one, while his other hand was massaging the opposite. His excitement every time she moans was evident. His actions proved it. 

His lips went down to her abdomen then to her most intimate area. She bit her lips, gripping the pillows firmly trying to avoid herself from screaming in pleasure. Too late, though. Because when his lips reached her pubic area, she completely lost it. A loud moan escaped from her mouth and it almost echoed in the room.

He was eating her and she was in bliss. She gripped a pillow in her fist, arching her back by the sensation. It was foreign. And she liked it.

“Come for me, baby. . .”

Her parted legs curled suddenly. She ran her hands to his hair, gripping them. He continued doing wonder in her pearls— licking and stroking and sucking. Pushing in and out into her wet fold with his tongue. His movement was almost effortless. Almost felt like eating up a delectable dessert. 

That's right. She's his dessert for tonight.

She bit her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt like she's about to explode in no time. Finally, she let out a deep groan as she reached her climax; like an electrical current running through her vagina. It was a relief. It was her first time, her first orgasm. The word erotic isn't new to her at all. But doing the actual thing was new to her and it felt like bliss. The sensation wasn't as bad as she thought it would.

Just when she thought that Dave would stop, but no. He continued eating her. Thus, he started inserting his finger into her fold.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

“Oh god,” she groaned. Her voice could mean two things; either pleading with him to just stop or pleading with him to continue giving her pleasure.

The pleasure started to build again. He didn't stop. Everything he did was driving her crazy. He was thrusting inside her with his finger. Gentle at first. Until his speed progressed over time. That being said, her whimper became louder and louder until she finally reached her second orgasm.

Her second peak weakened her a bit. Her legs were still shaking. She closed her eyes and watched her breath for a moment when she felt his weight on top of her. She snapped her eyes open. They made eye contact. His eyes were glistening in excitement while hers held so many questions she wanted to ask but couldn't. 

“What? Do you really think that was it?” he smirked. “We're not over yet, Brianna.” 

Then, without a word, he split her legs apart and pushed his cock into her. Her mouth dropped open feeling his hard shaft filling her up. She could not believe he just slid his thing deep inside her. She felt like she's about to tear up.

“That f-fucking hurts, you idiot. . ” she cried.

Tears and sweats fell all over her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she dug her nails against his shoulder and back. Then, his eyes widened realizing she's still a virgin. 

“Goddamn it . . ." he cursed under his breath. “I don’t know you’re— oh snap! I’m sorry . . .”

Too late for him to say sorry. It could not take her innocence back. It could not change anything either. Too bad. Or maybe not.