Something flickered in her eyes at that; something which I knew was reflected in my own expression.
Desire.
Longing.
Need.
However, her face was bright red and she was clearly nervous, so I didn’t want to push it. “So…do you want me to take you home?” I asked, silently praying she’d say no. “Or would you rather stay a while longer?”
“I’ll stay,” she said. “This has been…fun.”
That look in her eyes was still there, and I took it as my cue. “I haven’t even started on the most fun stuff yet,” I murmured, taking a step closer and sliding my arm back around her waist.
She didn’t protest. Instead, she looked right into my eyes. “What sort of fun?” she asked.
She looked so innocent and sweet that I couldn’t wait any longer. “I think you know what I mean,” I growled before leaning down and kissing her neck.
She nodded as I pulled away, and I grinned. “Come with me.”
With that, I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall towards my bedroom. Her hand trembled in mine, and I gave her a reassuring smile as I pushed the door open and showed her in.
“Don’t be nervous,” I said, squeezing her fingers in mine.
“I’m not,” she replied, slipping her shoes off.
Liar. She was practically quivering.
“I’m guessing you’re not the sort of girl who usually hooks up with a guy she’s just met, huh? It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s cool.”
“Um…yeah. I guess it’s something like that,” she mumbled.
“Look, we can just watch a movie if you want,” I said. “No pressure. I just wanted to get away from all that shit….with you, of course. The party was getting a bit too hectic.”
“Don’t you want to keep an eye on things and make sure they won’t break stuff out there?” she asked.
She had a point, but I shrugged and flashed a grin at her. “I’d rather be in here with you.”
She smiled shyly again. “Okay. Cool. Well, a movie sounds good…for now.”
For now, huh? I liked the sound of that.
I had a big screen set up on one side of the room, and it was attached to a computer which had hundreds of movies and TV shows on it.
“What’s your favorite genre?” I asked.
“Horror, I guess.”
“Horror it is,” I said, selecting a scary movie which hadn’t come out in the cinemas yet. My Dad was friends with the producer, so I had an advanced screening copy of it.
Half an hour later, Anya was sitting next to me at the head of my bed with her knees up at her chest, half-covering her eyes with one hand. A ghost jumped out at the main character onscreen, and she shrieked before burying her head in my shoulder.
“Seriously?” I said, grinning. “I thought you said horror was your favorite genre.”
She pulled her head away and smiled back at me. “I…um…I actually hate it.”
“Why’d you suggest it then?”
“Um…”
“Oh, I get it,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “You’re secretly a total player, aren’t you? Purposely getting scared so you have an excuse to get all close and cuddly with me.”
“Maybe. Did it work?” she asked softly. My heart almost melted from how nervous she was.
“Damn right it did,” I said, completely ignoring the flashing screen at this point. I wrapped my arms around her again, and this time we kissed frantically, our tongues snaking into each other’s mouths as we slowly lowered ourselves on the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I growled, pulling my mouth away and moving it to her neck.
I gently nibbled on her earlobe, and she moaned as goose bumps broke out across her delicate skin. “Cam, I…um…”
I drew back, a question in my eyes. “What is it?”
“I just thought you should know. I’ve never done this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” I replied. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging you.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean…I’ve never had sex with anyone before. Ever.”
Oh, shit. She was a virgin? I’d assumed she simply meant she didn’t usually hook up with guys on the first date…not that this was really a date.
“How old are you?” I asked, tearing myself away from her. Fuck, I should’ve checked. Even sixteen-year-olds could look much older with the right outfit and makeup.
“Eighteen,” she said. “I know it’s pathetic. It’s just that until now, I’ve never really wanted to…”
Her voice trailed off, and I leaned back down and gently kissed her forehead. “It’s not pathetic,” I said. “If you want to stop, then it’s fine. Your first time should be special. Even an asshole like me knows that.”
She vigorously shook her head. “No. I’m ready. I want this. Tonight has been amazing, and I want to make it even more amazing,” she said softly. “And by the way, you’re not an asshole, Cam. Not at all.”
“You sure you want to?”
She nodded, and I trailed my hand down over her dress, stroking and caressing her cleavage. “I’ll try to be gentle,” I said. “But if you need me to stop, just tell me.”
“Uh-huh.”
I’d never been with a virgin before. All the girls I’d slept with had been experienced, even during my first time, which had been with my friend’s older sister.
If this was going to be Anya’s first time, then I needed to make it as special and memorable for her as possible. That didn’t mean I wanted it to be the only time, though. Even though we’d just met a few hours ago, I could tell there was some sort of connection here, and I knew she was feeling the same thing. She was special, and I knew I’d want to see her again and again.
A moment like this actually made me wish I’d waited to have sex, but things didn’t work out like that for guys like me. When you’re born into a rich, well-known family, you basically have chicks throwing themselves at you from the moment you hit puberty, and it’s impossible to resist that when you’re a horny, hormonal teenager.
Still, seeing the look of innocent anticipation in Anya’s eyes made me wish I’d waited, which was something I never thought I’d say in a million years.
I captured her shoulders and pulled her up to a sitting position so I could slip her dress off, and then I gently pushed her back down onto the bed. Without her dress on, her body was even more incredible, all curves and soft skin.
My cock throbbed with wanton need as she reached around her back and took her bra off for me, and my mouth almost dropped open as her perfect tits sprang free. Her nipples were stiff as pebbles, and I rolled and kneaded them in my fingers, drawing a soft moan from her mouth.
Looking right into her eyes, I slowly slid her panties down over her ankles, and a moment later, her pussy was staring me right in the face. Fuck, it was as perfect as the rest of her; neat little lips with a soft landing strip of hair. Her legs were still trembling, and I crouched on my knees before picking them up and putting them over my shoulders. She gasped in surprise, and I grinned and buried my face directly between her thighs, inhaling deeply as I nipped and kissed the delicate skin there. My bites alternated between soft and hard, and Anya arched off the bed and moaned again, already frantic for more.
I granted her wish a second later, sliding my tongue up and down her folds as she writhed under my touch, and I growled with appreciation as I tasted her. She was sweet and musky, and I settled my tongue over the sensitive nub of her clit, tracing slow circles over it. As I built up speed, I reached up and gently slid one finger inside her pussy, and she cried out with urgent need.
I chuckled, and the vibrations from my mouth against her clit drove her even wilder. She bucked her hips up and down as my tongue relentlessly flicked over her, and powerful shivers shot up and down my spine as I imagined how good it would feel to finally be inside her.
My tongue continued to swirl over her throbbing clit, and se
conds later, she let out a loud gasp as her orgasm hit her. Her legs shook on my shoulders, and she cried out over and over as the rest of her body began to quiver uncontrollably.
She barely even registered me speaking to her as I put her legs back down and moved up the bed.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Huh?”
“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Oh…yeah. That was amazing,” she replied with a wide smile. “I’m more than okay.”
Her voice was breathless, like she’d never experienced anything like that before, and I wondered if it was her first orgasm. Surely not. She might’ve been a virgin, but surely she’d touched herself and explored her own body before.
“I’m going to grab a condom,” I murmured, leaning over to one of my bedside tables.
After grabbing one, I pulled off my shirt and pants, and her mouth fell open as she looked at my cock.
“That’s….oh my god, it’s so…”
“You trying to say I’m really small?” I asked, teasing her.
She vehemently shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, shyly averting her eyes. “It’s…really big. Not that I have much to compare it to.”
“Well, you might not have much sexual experience yet, but you certainly know how to make a guy feel good,” I said, grinning.
I tore open the foil condom wrapper with my teeth and slid the protection down over my stiff cock.
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?” I asked, sliding a pillow under her ass. It’d make things feel better for her that way.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Please…now.”
My desire to fuck her outstripped every other want or need in my life as she gazed up at me, and I settled my weight over her and stared down at her. She spread her legs further and arched towards me, and my cock danced at the entrance of her tight, hot pussy, which was practically dripping with her desire.
I decided to tease her, make her beg for it. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her slick entrance, and she let out a strangled whimper.
“Cam…”
“Last chance to change your mind,” I murmured, leaning down and nibbling at her ear again.
“Do it,” she gasped, frantic with anticipation and needful lust. “Now!”
I grinned down at her, and with that, I guided my cock into her warm, wet tightness. Oh, fuck. There was a little resistance at first, but she felt beyond incredible. My blood suddenly felt like liquid flame as it surged through my veins, and I slowly pressed deeper inside Anya, looking at her face to gauge her reaction.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and then she began to gasp and moan even louder than before. I reached down and rubbed at her clit as I began to thrust, slowly at first, and she reached around and grabbed my back, holding onto me as she moved her hips back and forth. For a virgin, she already seemed to know just how to move in order to maximize the experience for the both of us, but that didn’t mean I thought she’d been lying about her innocence.
It just meant we were fucking perfect together. Literally.
Soon, I was stretching her to her limits, and I thrust deeper and harder inside her as my thumb stroked her clit, bringing her close to another climax. Her nails scraped against my back as she moved in a rhythm with me, and I lifted her hips, driving myself deeper inside her.
An orgasm began to swell in the base of my groin, and I tried to keep it at bay. Usually, I could last for ages, but Anya was so tight that she was going to make me cum almost straight away if I didn’t change things up.
I slid out and drew back before getting off the bed, leaving her empty and sighing with need. “Come here,” I commanded from my standing position. “On your knees.”
She obliged immediately, scooting over to the edge of the bed and turning onto her hands and knees. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder, and I gripped her hips with my hands before plunging back inside her.
She let out a whimper of pleasure as I withdrew and slammed back in, over and over….harder and harder…deeper and deeper. Reaching between her thighs, I furiously rubbed her clit, biting my lip to stop a groan as a sharp-edged pleasure built deep inside me again.
Fuck, this was the best sex I’d ever had, by far.
“Touch yourself,” I said, pulling my hand away from her clit. “I want to see you do it.”
She balanced on one hand, bringing the other up between her legs, and she began to rub at her pussy, moaning as she did so.
“Shit…that’s so hot,” I groaned, slamming back into her again.
I grinned and lightly slapped her ass, and she gasped.
“Mmm…do that again,” she demanded as I watched her cheeks wobble slightly.
“You like that, do you?” I growled, spanking her ass again, harder this time.
“Uh-huh,” she moaned as her hand went wild on her clit.
My cock throbbed and twitched in her pussy with mad lust for her, and I reached out and coiled one hand around her right breast, pinching and twisting her nipple in between my fingers and thumb. My other hand held her hips steady, and suddenly Anya was coming again.
I kept going, grunting and panting as I pounded her with wild abandon. Her inner muscles clenched wildly around my cock as she came, and finally, my own climax surged through me, making white-hot ecstasy flood my entire system as I closed my eyes and groaned.
Every muscle in my body shook, and I collapsed onto the bed, totally and utterly spent. We lay next to each other for what felt like hours before either of us spoke, and finally, Anya tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth.
“Wow.”
“Wow is the right word,” I said.
I grinned at her and sat up, leaning on one elbow as I slid the condom off. There was a tiny smear of blood on it, but I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I quickly disposed of it.
The horror movie was still playing in the background, and a woman screamed onscreen as she was accosted by the ghost of her dead brother. Perhaps we hadn’t picked the best background sound for Anya’s first time, but I’d been so caught up in the moment that it hadn’t occurred to me to turn the movie off.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” Anya asked. “Or can we blame the movie?”
“We can blame the movie if you want,” I said with a wink. “Fuck…I’m exhausted.”
“Same.”
We lay in my bed, chatting about all kinds of things; movies, music, the city, our favorite foods. It felt good just talking to a girl about random junk instead of only screwing her, and even though we’d only just met tonight, I already felt totally comfortable with her, like I could let my guard down about anything and everything.
This wasn’t something I did often, honestly. Or at all. Usually, I’d finish with a girl and then be done with her in general, but Anya was smart and funny. I wanted to talk to her forever, but at some stage, we must have drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion.
Noises from the party woke me not long afterwards, and the sight of Anya curled up in my arms made me feel something I’d never felt before. Not in my entire life. Obviously it wasn’t love; I wasn’t that dumb that I’d believe anyone could fall in love that fast…but it was something like a pre-emptive loving feeling, as if I knew I’d fall in love with her one day if I kept seeing her.
She moaned softly and rolled over onto her stomach, and I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. Party noises woke me yet again at around three A.M., and I groaned and reached over to stroke Anya’s back.
Only she wasn’t there.
I sat bolt upright, wide awake now. She’d probably just gone to the bathroom, but I was worried about her. My friends were all still here, partying it up in my lounge room, and I knew what some of them could be like when they were drunk. They wouldn’t sexually assault her or anything awful like that, but they might sleaze onto her in their intoxicated states, and I knew that would probably freak her out.
I turned my lamp on, and ther
e was a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach as I saw that her shoes, clothes and handbag were gone.
Something bright caught my attention out of the corner of my eye, and I squinted over at the mirror above my chest of drawers. In bright pink lipstick, there was one word written on it in big capital letters. PRICK.
Well, that certainly hadn’t been there earlier. Anya must have written it, although I had no idea why.
And that was it.
She was gone, and I hadn’t seen her again until she’d walked into Bistro des Artistes last night.
I’d searched for her for a while, but even in the days of Facebook and Instagram, it was hard to find a girl in a huge city like New York when you didn’t know her last name. I’d kicked myself for weeks for not asking her what it was, and I’d asked everyone I knew who’d attended the party to see if they knew how to find her. Unfortunately, they’d all been so drunk that night that none of them even remembered who I was talking about when I’d brought it up.
In a last ditch attempt to find her, I’d asked the friend who’d invited Dave to my party to ask him about Anya for me, and he’d sent a text to Dave to find out. Dave had sent back an address all the way over in Queens, and I’d headed out there to track her down. Of course, that was far too easy, and I should’ve seen what was coming next.
When I’d arrived at the Queens address, I’d knocked on the door only to be greeted by a middle-aged Russian prostitute…named Anya. I should have known that asshole Dave wouldn’t want to help me after the way I’d technically stolen his ‘date’ and kicked him out of my party.
After that, I’d all but given up hope. I had no idea why Anya had left, or why she’d written ‘prick’ on my mirror, but there was nothing I could do. She was gone…until now.
Now she was back, and the feelings that had been racing through my mind last night were even stronger as I recalled that first night together.
I was going to make her mine, once and for all.
But first, I needed to find out why the hell she’d left after that first time…
***
After I finally got out of bed, I showered and shaved, and then I checked my phone to see that I had three missed calls from my Dad. I called him back, and he answered on the second ring.
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