A Wet Virgin

CHAPTER 12

A Wet Virgin

•••SKYLAR•••

His eyes roamed every inch of my body like a starved man seeing a Burger King combo meal. "I know you wouldn't do that. You need to listen to what your body is telling you, princess," he said, his fingers gently tucking my hair away from my face.

"It's more honest than your mouth. It is begging for me to caress your curves, to chew those perky tits," he whispered in my ear.

I shivered as his words sent a jolt to my throbbing pussy. "Tell me, do you like it rough, princess?"

"What are you talking about? I'm still a virgin," I slipped out. Holy shit, of all the stupid things I could have said, my brain chose those embarrassing words.

"Fuuck, none of your exes touched you?" he growled, his hands grabbing my ass possessively. "Princess, don't tell me my cock is going to be the first to stretch your tight walls."

I shoved him back with all my strength to keep my juices from dripping down my legs. I should have known that coming here would be a bad idea. Here I was being groped by this jerk at a party, and my pussy's response was Yes, please.

"Come on, hit me harder," he said, his voice thicker. "You have no idea how much it turns me on when you fight what we both know you want."

"Fuck off," I spat out, walking away from him. I heard him calling my name. Keep walking, I told myself, don't think about how good his hands felt on your skin.“ I made a turn to the right at the lap dance section when I heard a cracking sound.”

A pair of strong hands caught me, pulling me back up against a solid chest before I could smash my face into the Italian marble floor. I looked down and saw two broken shot glasses on the ground. "Foolish drunks," I shouted at whoever had left these glasses here.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked me, genuinely worried.

I jerked away from his warm hands, remembering I was supposed to be angry at him. "Don't touch me. I could have saved myself."

"Right."

"Did your minions plant this too, so I would trip and fall into your arms? Nice try, but I still think you are an asshole."

"Slow down, you are being paranoid, princess," he answered calmly.

"Liam," an Asian twink rocking a jumpsuit and chunky platform heels called out. "You actually showed up, didn't think you would with practice tomorrow," he smiled.

"Hyunjin, I couldn't miss your boyfriend's birthday," he replied, his eyes still on me.

Hyunjin glanced at the shards of broken glass on the floor. "Shit, that's a lawsuit waiting to happen. Let me call someone to clean that up. Give me a sec." He stepped aside, his glittery silver nails tapping his phone screen.

"So… a virgin, huh?"

"Westbrook, I am not discussing my poor sex life with you," I said, a blush coloring my cheeks.

We heard a loud pop, followed by cheers. I looked up to see that the gigantic angel shaped balloon that had been hanging above the main stage had burst open, raining down hundred dollar bills on nude strippers.

"What's up, West?" Matt said, joining us. Good, at least we weren't alone anymore.

"Happy birthday, man," Liam said, giving Matt a quick pat on the back.

"Thanks, dude, I'm glad you could make it," Matt replied with a grin.

"Enjoying the party, Skylar? This is a step up from last year's eighties theme," he continued, laughing as people ran to grab the falling money. "Though I have to admit, that was fun too."

"How do you know my name?" I asked, surprised.

"Maxwell was one of the first angel investors who funded our early seed round. Your dad is an absolute genius, able to see the future. In 2005, he backed Uppar when people said online streaming companies were risky investments. That shit is worth five billion dollars now." The Maxwell I knew, Matt wouldn't worship.

Hyunjin came back with a tray of tequila shots and a maid behind him to clear the pieces of glass. "Let's drink!" he shouted, holding up the tray of shots.

"I will pass, I don't drink alcohol," I said.

Long stiletto nails reached for the shot that Hyunjin held out to me. I watched as a girl who could easily be a model, gulped the drink down and then turned to flirt with Westbrook.

"Baby, come dance with me," she said, wrapping her hands around his arm.

Pulling her hands away from his arm. "Liv, knock it off," Liam said.

"Baby," she whined, tugging his biceps toward the dance floor. "I love this song, and you know how good we look together when we dance. Come on, Westie."

"Wow," I whispered.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" she asked, stepping closer.