Chapter 5

Are you a virgin June

June's Pov

I froze in shock, my back resting on the cold wall not believing my eyes as his mouth claimed mine in a deep passionate kiss.

Adrien, the same sexy looking asshole who just called me a kid, was actually kissing me, and every inch of me seemed to want more, considering that I’d been imagining it since the moment I saw him tip back his glass of liquor, watching the way his throat moved as his friends kept talking to me.

I hadn't expected him to actually follow me, not after how much of a jerk he’d been. His tongue traveled into my mouth hotly, which tasted of whiskey and fuck… it was melting every bit of self control in me.

He pulls at my hair making me gasp. A soft pleasing sound escaped my lips from pleasure, and I swear if this kept up any longer, I was seconds away from shamelessly begging him to fuck me.

My calves ache almost instantly at the thought.

God, what the hell is going on with me?

It was inappropriate to think this of a stranger. I definitely need that doctor by tomorrow, and he needs to tell me the hell is going on with me.

Cause first, nothing ever made me this hungry for sex, never. He happens to bring out a side in me I've never seen before which makes me more desperate for a hanky panky than I've ever been, since the moment I watched him lazily lounge in the lounge’s club, with his chest open, maybe even harder after he cupped my pussy outside his car.

Maybe even more now that the heat between my thighs is going not only ten times hotter, but wetter and needier than l'd ever felt in my entire existence, from just his lips moving against mine.

God I was going crazy, I mean I'm technically turning into some lust creep at this point.

A few hours ago I'd been lusting to be fucked by my own soon to be brother, and now here I was wanting the very same thing with a total stranger,

A total stranger, even worse, I want him, doing a lot of devilish things to me which elucidates a louder moan from me.

But with a notorious devastatingly hot mafia bad boy of Briarwood Hills that he is.

A Mafia bad boy, Roxy called him.

All the more reason to stop right now,

before I end up taking Roxy’s dare to actually fuck him.

This kind of lifestyle isn’t me. And I know that plenty.

Back in Maple Falls, I never did the whole bad boy thing. I stayed far away from that kind of drama because, really, what good ever came from guys like that? Nothing. Just trouble, a lot of heartbreak, and a shit ton of regret.

I’d even liked one once, and he happened to like me too, but I had to stop the feelings before they grew.

He was hot and all but we were totally different individuals. He was always into a lot of bad stuff in school, while I was just a nerd who loved her books.

And thank God I did, because a few days later, I heard he’d been expelled for almost killing a fellow student.

Which is exactly why I should stop this now.

Who knows what this one’s done? Just one look at him and you’d tell he’s someone who could kill someone and sleep just fine after.

And I mean, it’s not like Roxy would find out if I did.

Okay she might, but even if she did she wouldn't actually give a fuck.

But on another note, I just can’t. I mean, who would be able to stop at this point?

And honestly, I can’t even blame myself. Maybe I do finally want to feel something for once after all the bullshit back in Maple Falls, even if it’s with someone like him, a total notorious mess.

And so far, aside from my soon to be brother, who’d left my pussy throbbing and wet just from watching him with Roxy, this guy somehow managed to do the same thing… maybe even way more.

It’s crazy really, but now that I’ve seem to have met someone who stirs it in me, who makes my body feel alive, stopping feels almost impossible.

And he's a ten times hotter, younger version of Mr. Blackwood with every beautiful sin included, who was moving his mouth against yours, giving you that fire starting kiss like he hadn't kissed a woman in years, it's more reason not to bother thinking of stopping.

“…fuck…” I hear him murmur against my mouth giving my body all the reaction he needs as he pulls himself closer to me.

A small sound left my lips against his as I felt his hard seize through his black pants on my stomach which instantly made my pussy throb even more as it begged for more skin contact.

His hands disappear momentarily from my hair going under my top to gently unclip my bra before squeezing my soft flesh.

God who'd thought he'd be an expert in things like this.

I moaned in pleasure against his mouth as he lowered his head, placing his mouth over one of my nipples licking and sucking through the thin material.

I pressed closer as much as I could, wishing there was less fabric, and drew air deep into my lungs, my breast swelling under his touch. His hot mouth moved to the other tits, bringing in the same throbbing ache which shot straight to my pussy.

His tongue immediately finds its way back to my lips hot and forcing my mouth open as his hands travel to my thighs, squeezing the flesh there before travelling further up in between my legs and close to the fabric of my ten degrees soaked pussy.

Very close It begged to be cup badly again which leaves heat radiating from me like some lust creep.

I am so fucked.

His hands bumped my pussy and I shifted closer to him. Touch me. Touch me for the love of God gentle man, move your fingers, I inwardly begged.

His hand pursed. He released his mouth from mine leaving cold suddenly coming over me.

My eyes shut open as I licked my lips to bring back the heat but it didn't work as all it wanted was this notorious bad boy of Briarwood Hills lips back.

“Why'd, why'd you stop.” I asked breathlessly, while sweating figuriously.

His eyes moved to my legs as I folded one over the other trying to calm the ache between my thighs.

“Are you a virgin June?” he suddenly asked.

“I..I,” I swallowed breathless “If I was, would you stop?” I panted feeling all squirmy and heated, and all I want was his mouth back to mine and his hand under my pants, why couldn't he just shut the fuck up and stop asking questions and actually continue.

“I don’t have the kind of self control you think I do June. If I start with you, I won’t stop. I’ll take everything. You understand that?”

His hand brushed my jaw, before he traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

Then taking one of my hands he directed it down between our bodies, placing my fingers against his hard groan holding it there.

I became lost in the sensation. My hands couldn't fully encompass his girth, but I could feel him throb under my touch.

“I won’t be gentle June. I won’t pretend to be the good guy.”

He leaned closer to my ear, his voice dropping to a growl.

“Part of me wants to so bad fuck you, not that I'd need to since you want me that fucking much.” He released my hand then took his under my skirt, and the higher up it went, the tighter the coil deep in my stomach gets.

Suddenly his hand rested on the line of my panties. I moaned which leaves me immediately wanting him to go straight under and actually finger fuck me.

“Open your legs June.” He instructed,

I obeyed immediately, spreading my legs a little to allow him more access to my pussy from near desperation.

His finger pressed into the fabrics between my clits, pushing past the underwear into the wetness gathering at my entrance and settled two fingers between my pink folds and against my clit.

Ooh finally I breathe from relief closing my eyes. He rubs circles on them slowly. I let out a moan breathing heavily, while he curled one finger, slowly stretching me before going up deep inside me.

A whimper leaves my mouth from the sweet sensation, as I feel how long, sexy and big his fingers were.

His lips pressed against my ears sending shivers down my body “So tell me, June… Do you really want me to?”

Having to respond to him while he takes me to the highest height was so agonizing and part of me wants to call him a cocky prick for asking all these questions, but part of me feels glad he's being sincere with me, but I want him so badly that I don't care how ungentle he gets. I want to feel every part of his hard, throbbing length inside me.

“Do it.” I breathlessly say “please.”