His Dirty Virgin (The Virgin Pact Book 3)

by Jessa James

  “Shh. Your pleasure belongs to me. Only me. I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”

  Not wasting a second, he pushed my top above my breasts and expertly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. I opened my eyes and watched as his head lowered to hover near just over my taut nipple. His eyes met mine for just a second before he parted his lips and took the tip into his mouth.

  “Fu-…yes…Ry—an…” It was getting harder and harder for me to form anything coherent—and to remain quiet. I couldn’t speak properly. Hell. I didn’t want to. Jake told me to relax and just enjoy, and I was going to do exactly that. I closed my eyes tighter as I relished the feel of my nipples getting sucked and my pussy being touched at the same time. I inhaled sharply and then elicited a soft moan when he slipped a finger inside me and started to move it in and out, mimicking what I wanted him to do with his cock. I arched my back off the chair, trying to push his finger deeper inside me with a thrust of my hips. I heard him let out a short laugh, and I wasn’t prepared when he slipped another finger in.

  “You’re so tight. Virgin tight.”

  “Oh…Go—” I breathed, louder this time, when he started to move his hand faster and faster. I couldn’t help but open my eyes, and I watched him continue to suck on my nipple. He pulled his mouth away from my chest and looked up at me.

  “You’re so fucking wet…getting a little noisy, too,” he said, smile widening all the more. “Just imagine when I get my dick inside you. This tight little cunt is going to be split in two, babe. I’m big and this pussy, I’m going to take that cherry. Don’t worry, I’ll fit...eventually.”

  “Yes…yes, please…” I thrust my hips riding the pleasure. His dirty talk only pushed me close to the brink. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

  “Greedy, aren’t you?” He let out a ‘tsk’ and shook his head. “You need my big dick, don’t you? You’ll just have to be patient,” he said, continuing to finger me, as he flicked my clit with his thumb. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back room of a tattoo shop. I want to give you the best first time ever…and when I do, it’s going to last all night.”

  He looked down my body and focused on my pussy, watched his fingers sink inside me over and over. With his thumb exerting pressure on my clit, I was about to come. But this was so much better than any orgasm I ever gave myself.

  Is this…? Am I…?

  I couldn’t control my moans any longer, not the frequency or the volume. He took it as his cue to move faster and delve deeper inside me until I had to grip his biceps to keep from flying away.

  “Oh God…Jake…I’m gonna co—”

  I broke then, riding his fingers, giving over to the pleasure. I had no idea it would be like this, that there were places deep inside me that made it incredible. I could barely catch my breath as his fingers began to slow down their movements. After a while, I found the energy to open my eyes. They zoned in on his hand, slicked with my juices, and watched as he lifted it to his mouth, sucked each finger clean.

  “I almost came in my pants by listening to you,” he said, chuckling a bit.

  “Well, we can’t let that happen yet,” I said, a little coy. “I want to do that again, but this time with your cock in me. You told me—”

  “Didn’t I say to just relax?” he said in a teasing manner. He grinned as he adjusted himself, the steel beam that was practically ripping out of his jeans. That was going to fit? “Later. When I can get you in my bed and you won’t have to leave.”

  I nodded my head, smiled. My pussy clenched eagerly for what was to come. “But I still want the tattoo, really.”

  He let out an amused bark. “Of course, but I don’t think that’s your priority at the moment. Is it? You’re pussy’s still needy?”

  I bit my lip, nodded. What he’d just done only made me eager for more.

  He helped me up, gave me a swat on the ass. “Later. Definitely later.”

  5

  Jake

  I didn’t know what was getting more damage, my fucking knuckles or the punching bag. I’d been going at it relentlessly for the past fifteen minutes. Sooner rather than later, I was going to bleed.

  What the fuck had I been thinking?

  A few hours ago, there was no way I could ever, ever touch Becca…and for her own good. She was unbreakable china, immaculate and fragile, and I was the bad boy. I was everything that wasn’t good for her. My family disowned me. I wasn’t mingling with the higher-ups of society. I had tattoos. I was nothing but dangerous for her. And I’d dirtied her. I got her nice and filthy.

  And she’d loved it.

  I saw the look on her face when she came for a man for the first time. She’d done it because of me. For me. Her eyes had been closed but her mouth remained open, moans of pleasure escaping those plump lips. I should have covered her mouth or kissed her or something because there was no way everyone in the tattoo parlor hadn’t heard her. It was arrogant of me, but a moaning woman was always a badge of honor.

  But she wasn’t just a fling and I sure as fuck didn’t want to share her.

  There was just something about Becca. She was like a drug. Just the feel of her virgin pussy creaming all over my fingers and I was hooked. Yet, I couldn’t have her. She was a fucking princess. She had her life mapped out for her. With the support and money of her family, she was certain of a bright, successful future. She was gorgeous, smart, and wealthy – the perfect triple threat. I was completely no good for her.

  But she told me outright she wanted me. She’d come to me. She’d come all over my hand.

  She wanted me for sex. If she wanted to troll and use me to see what a big dick felt like before she settled down to vanilla sex the rest of her life, that was fine. But I was irrationally possessive, it seemed. I knew, once I slipped into that tight pussy, got that sweet honey coat my dick and broke through that cherry of hers, she was all mine.

  Fuck this. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? I gave up my workout and headed for the shower.

  Becca was just a girl, a virgin…a virgin girl who’d told me straight up she wanted me to fuck her. How could someone be so innocent and sexy at the same time? The fucking kicker was, she had no ideal her appeal, her charm. Her passion. A passion that I’d awakened.

  I shook my head and closed my eyes tight. This wasn’t helping. I had to stop daydreaming about her. She was taking up all my thoughts and that needed to stop. Wake up. I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. I was twenty-four years old with tattoos all over me. It made me ‘dangerously sexy’ or so I’d been told. I could have sex with more experienced women. Hell, I just had to pull out my cell for any number of women on speed dial who’d drop to their knees and suck me down. I needed to stop thinking about Becca…and her wavy brown hair and cute pointed chin and her innocent hazel eyes. Her pink nipples and the way they’d hardened against my tongue, her barely-legal pussy and how it had all but broken my fingers when she came. The flavor of her as I licked her juices from my fingers. The scent of her that still lingered.

  Fuck. Fuck. STOP!

  I knew what I needed to do.

  I’d think about her for a few more minutes, then stop completely. Turning on the shower, I waited for it to get scorching hot, then I stepped beneath the spray.

  A groan escaped me when my fingers gripped my dick and started to move up and down. I shut my eyes tight, remembering what happened. After this…after I busted a nut, I could stop fantasizing about her and her sweet, wet pussy.

  Fuck. I felt myself grow even harder, as I remembered how she’d spread her legs wide as I fingered her. She was tight, and if my dick got in there… I couldn’t help but smirk. I couldn’t wait till then. She’d already been wet with just the fingering. I wanted to feel her clench and milk my dick of my cum, to drain my balls dry. I wanted to hear her moan and to watch her close her eyes tight in pleasure. I wanted her to scream my name, only my name. I wanted her to dig her nails in my back, marking me as I would mark her deep inside that broken-
in pussy.

  “Fuck…yes…” I groaned, tightening my grip on my cock and moving my hand much faster now. “Becca…fuck…yes…”

  I pictured me thrusting persistently in and out of her. She was lying on the chair in my tattoo parlor again, but this time, I was completely hovering above her and her legs were wrapped around my waist. Her fingers were right on my ass pulling me closer to her, as if I could go any deeper.

  Another beast-like growl escaped as I felt myself about to finish. Thrust harder. Thrust faster. I banged my palm on the glass of the shower as I came, the creamy liquid mixing with the hot, steaming water.

  Fuck. It wasn’t going to stop. My cock was still hard and I knew it would stay that way until I had her. After I came, I was supposed to stop fantasizing about an eighteen-year old virgin. I was supposed to stop thinking about wanting to fuck a spoiled, rich princess I could never keep. I was supposed to realize how wrong the situation was. But I couldn’t avoid her. I’d have her. My dick wanted what my dick wanted.

  She wants you, too. She told you she wants you to take her virginity. I could have her. She told me so. That was fine and all, but I wanted to keep her. I didn’t want anyone else having her, not even so much as touch her. I wanted her to be all mine…and I was too much of an asshole to let her go. But I would ensure she’d love every inch of my dick as it crammed her full.

  Becca.

  Stop second guessing yourself.

  After I left the tattoo parlor, I spent the remaining hours shopping. I couldn’t stop thinking about how into it Jake had been, fingering me with expert precision until I came. Then—then!—he’d said he wanted to stretch out my first time. Most guys would have climbed on top and just fucked me in the chair.

  God, he looked like I’d hit him with a two-by-four when I told him I was a virgin and I was untouched. It was like I was a unicorn, a rare find. My girlfriends and I had made the pact to lose our virginities because there was a stigma surrounding virgins in college. The movies and the media said enough, but it seemed like Jake preferred the opposite, that I was a virgin.

  But if I was going to give it to him, then I needed to blow his socks off. Or at least his load, deep inside me. God, that one orgasm had made me horny. I went shopping for a white sundress and matching sandals. The outfit, with not a single mark or crease, was enough to symbolize purity. And I was that…right? Pure, except for the fingering in the back room of a tattoo parlor. I wanted to be innocent on the outside, to everyone who saw me, but naughty for Jake with my matching hot, red lingerie that only he would see. The set was in lace, and I read somewhere that red was the color to turn men on.

  But now, sitting across from Jake, I tried not to frown. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t enjoying the dinner– steak and vegetables. I loved it. He’d gone the extra mile and cooked for me. I was just disappointed since I might have overdone the innocent look. We’d been eating and talking for over an hour, and not once had he mentioned what happened back in the tattoo parlor or even to talk about what I’d come here to do. He hadn’t swiped the plates and cutlery to the floor and made a meal out of me. He’d done nothing but be a gentleman.

  “Becca, you alright?”

  Shit. I’d been too deep in my own thoughts.

  “Hey, sorry…” I responded, moving my eyes away from my plate to meet his azure-colored ones. “I was side-tracked for a moment. This steak is delicious.”

  If there was one thing attending high-end events with my father had taught me, it was how to steer and carry conversation. I didn’t want Jake to think I hadn’t been listening to him because the truth was he was all I could think about.

  “Good. I can make it again next time, or do you think I should switch it up from time to time?”

  My eyes widened.

  Did he mean…?

  “I’m not taking that sweet cherry and running, doll baby,” he then said, and I instantly felt my pussy squeeze in anticipation. I suddenly remembered what happened just hours ago, the way he fingered me and played with my clit. He hadn’t even eaten me out or had sex with me yet, and he was already able to make me come. I could just imagine and dream about what having sex with him would feel like…for now.

  In no time, I wouldn’t just daydream about it, I’d be having sex with him. “I want to have sex with you every time and any time I want.”

  With every word he spoke, I was growing hotter and wetter. It was like music to my ears, what he was telling me. I had no plans for the summer. I just wanted to prepare for college and change my father’s mind of forcing me into business. I was ready for a boring summer while some of my batchmates were going on crazy, international trips to mark the end of high school. I was ready to indulge myself with my endless list of tv shows, shopping, and trying to find a guy in this town to have sex with me.

  And I was getting much more than I ever expected and wanted.

  “What…do you mean?” I said slowly. The look in his eyes told me there was something more to his words.

  “Move in with me...for one month.”

  I stayed silent, working the logistics in my head. I knew my father had multiple business trips lined up. He’d be out of town or out of the country more days than he’d be home. I could definitely do it – stay with Jake – and for the days my father was home, I could just tell him I was sleeping over at Jane’s or Mary’s or another friend’s place.

  So, I nodded my head. He looked shocked I agreed so quickly.

  “That means sex any time…whenever I want and wherever.”

  My brain told me warning bells were supposed to start going off at this point, but my pussy only squeezed tighter. I was so turned on by his demands and how possessive he looked and spoke. I always thought men in their twenties were out of my league since they were more mature and wouldn’t want anything from a clueless virgin. Looking at Jake now, I was starting to realize how wrong I was. His animal instinct for wanting me all for himself was making me feel better and was pushing my insecurities to the side. Even the way he looked before in his tattoo parlor when I told him no one else had ever touched me…there was a fire in his eyes, as if he wasn’t ever going to let anyone do what he just did and was going to do with me.

  “And we’re not going to use condoms. I want my dick to feel your pussy just as my fingers did a while ago. You have to be on birth control.”

  My grin grew wider. I’d been on the pill for a couple years to control my periods. I was ready. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Done.”

  6

  Becca

  I was a ball of nerves on the inside. This was it. It was finally going to happen. I was going to have sex. And my first time was going to be with him.

  In one quick swoop, I was in Jake’s arms as he carried me over to his bed. As my hands tightly grasped his shoulders, my insides felt like they were about to explode in excitement. His broad chest and shoulders were tight and muscular, and so was the rest of his entire body. I just couldn’t believe that I was going to have sex with him. I couldn’t have found and picked a better guy. He seemed impossible to reach. He put off such a dangerous and tough aura that I felt so stupid and inexperienced compared to him. I was eight years younger and a virgin. He had the looks and body of a model and the experience girls would lust over. He was the type of guy that if you saw him walking down the street, you’d just start thinking dirty thoughts immediately.

  And I was going to get down and dirty with him.

  I couldn’t help the smile that came onto my face. He probably sensed it as he turned his head to look at me.

  “Excited?”

  Right before I was about to answer, he dropped me on the bed, and I couldn’t help but squeal. “Jake!”

  A laugh escaped his lips as he crawled on top of me and started exploring my body with his eyes and hands. My breathing turned heavier as I felt his hand explore my neck, down the curve of my waist, and then the inside of my thigh. Then, he moved his fingers in the opposite direction – up – un
til he cupped a cheek and looked me in the eye.

  “You are so, so beautiful…”

  All I could do was curve my lips up into a smile. The way he looked at me rendered me speechless. There were so many things I could and wanted to tell him – how hot he was, how I couldn’t wait, how I couldn’t believe he wanted to have sex with me – but in that moment, I just couldn’t. His piercing blue eyes looked at me with so much intensity I was frozen, scared to make a move for fear that I’d do something wrong and he’d change his mind and walk away.

  Before I could psyche myself out, Jake placed a tough hand on my waist and crashed his lips against mine impatiently. My eyes went wide at the realization of what was happening before I closed them and threw my cares to the air. Overthinking and worrying about what he was going to think or whether I was doing the right thing was futile. I just needed to let go of my inhibitions and trust that all the porn I’d watched wouldn’t fail me.

  I started to move my lips against his, starting with slow and smooth, until I felt him kiss harder. Then, his tongue swiped my bottom lip before I opened my mouth wider, my tongue meeting his. His hand moved up and down my side as the other held a tight grip around the back of his neck. After a while, he pulled away and began to plant a trail of soft kisses down my jaw and then my neck.

  “Shit,” I breathed as he bit down on the curve of my neck and began to lick and kiss. I hadn’t ever felt this sensation before, and it was amazing. If being kissed on the neck already felt like this, I couldn’t wait to experience what being fucked was like. “So, so…good.”

  “I knew you’d like that,” he said, pulling away once more for a quick second, before he went back to exploring me. “I can’t stop touching you…you’re so, so…”