His Nasty Virgin

VIVIAN

It wasn’t -by any means- some undying declaration of love, nor did it need to be. I understood Jesse from the depths of my core because his fears, his hopes, and his hesitations were the same as mine. At this point, I’d give anything for the quiet comfort of his embrace and breathtaking kisses.

I guided him to my bed. I threaded my fingers between his and pulled him with me, sitting him down on the edge of the mattress before crawling into his lap. I straddled him and went straight back to kissing him, lips locked together in a perfect fit.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

And he was gentle. So gentle and sweet in the way he stroked my back and cupped my cheek and sucked on my bottom lip. His large hands roamed freely, curious in their exploration, but not once was he rough with me. He handled me with care, like some precious work of art or fine crystal. It pleased me to no end that this strong, powerful man was nothing but tender when it came to me.

This man who’d saved me on more than one occasion. This man who’d put himself in harm’s way for my sake. This man who was terse with others yet infinitely patient with me.

When he spoke, he spoke softly, a low murmur in my ear. Words an intimate rumble in my chest. When he looked at me, it was with nothing but adoration. Veneration. Borderline worship. His gaze had a weight that lingered and traced over my form as I slowly undressed, peeling away clothes and discarding them on the floor.

He murmured sweet nothings against my skin, working his way down my neck to my collarbone to my chest. His warm breath tickled my skin, leaving goosebumps trailing behind him in his wake. And even when he held me close, it still didn’t feel close enough.

I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and lifted it off and over his head, pressing against his chest to get him to lie down. He smiled up at me, almost in awe. He played with my hair, twirling my locks about his forefinger with an almost boyish bashfulness.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“I mean it, angel.”

I leaned down and kissed his chest, working my way down to lick his abs. I slipped off his lap and knelt before him, pressing my lips to the bulge in the front of his pants. I hooked my fingers over his waistband and pulled them down, licking my lips as his cock sprang free. Jesse propped himself up on his elbows to watch as I teased his head with the tip of my tongue.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to,” I assured. “All those times you drove me crazy and made me beg… It’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.”

His pupils were dark and wide. “My angel’s turning out to be quite the devil.”

He grunted as I took him into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down in earnest. No sooner did I start to swirl my tongue around to tease him relentlessly did I find his fingers in my hair, guiding me down the length of his shaft. I took him as deep as my throat would allow, but there was just too much of him to swallow. I stroked the remainder of his cock with my free hand, working in tandem with my mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “So fucking beautiful.”

I bobbed my head up and down, savoring the heat of his length on my tongue. It was fun watching him unravel, slowly but surely, with every pass.

“Slow down,” he warned, grasping my chin to pull me off. “It’s your turn.”

“I wasn’t finished with you yet.”

He helped me onto my feet, circling my waist with one arm. I stumbled into him with a light laugh.

“Lie down,” he said. “I need to go get a condom.”

“How do you want me?”

He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Surprise me.” The cheeky wink he gave after was the icing on the cake.

Jesse left briefly, but I wasn’t worried. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d hurry back. A burning excitement filled me from head to toe, the anticipation enough to make me vibrate out of my skin. When he returned, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Why are you still standing? Couldn’t figure it out?”

I tilted my chin up defiantly. “Didn’t you say something about wanting to fuck me up against a wall?”

He licked his lips. “Did I say that?”

“Don’t tell me it was an empty promise.”

Jesse walked into my space, confident in his advance. Every step he took forward, I mirrored and took one step back. We continued like this, eyes locked, until my back was pressed against the nearest wall.

“Is this really what you want?” he murmured against my cheek. He breathed me in slowly, strong hands sliding down my sides to settle on my hips. “Do you think you’ll be able to hold on?”

I circled his neck with my arms and kissed him deeply, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. “I trust you.”

Without another word, he grabbed me by the thighs and hooked my legs around his waist, pressing into me slowly. He sheathed his cock within my walls, sliding in easily thanks to the hot arousal pooling between my legs. The angle set off a chain reaction, igniting sparks that arced from nerve to nerve, speeding up my spine and into my skull where my thoughts swirled into one big explosion of color.

“Jesse,” I gasped his name into his mouth. “Oh, yes.”

“Feel good, angel?” he asked with a grunt, thrusting his hips against. The head of his cock swept past my sweet spot, making my core burn hotter and brighter with every pass.

“Yes, yes, yes. Right there, Jesse.”

“Love the sounds you make. So greedy for me.”

I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders in search of stability. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck, you make me feel so good.”

“You’re getting so nice and tight around me. You must be pretty close.”

“I am. I am. Oh-”

My walls fluttered around his hard cock as an orgasm rippled through me, a familiar warmth spreading through my body. Exhaustion took hold, sinking into my marrow. It was a good thing Jesse was strong enough for both of us because I doubted I’d be able to hold on for much longer now that my bones were jelly.

I sighed, sated.

He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m not done playing with you, baby.” Baby.

It was the first time he’d called me anything other than an angel. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. It was sweet. It was sexy. It was just between us. He made me feel so safe and special that I was fairly certain I’d let him call me whatever he wanted and be fine with it.

Jesse carried me over to the bed and set me down. It was a wonderful feeling, being covered by his body. His kisses were gentler now. Sweeter. Like we had all the time in the world.

“Missed you,” he murmured against my cheek as he pressed back into me. His rhythm was a lot slower than before. Tender. Like he was telling me with his whole body just how much he cared. If he couldn’t quite put it into words, at least he could show me.

I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking the pad of my thumb across his cheek. “Missed you, too.”

When he pressed his forehead to mine, I closed my eyes, suddenly realizing just how in sync we were. Our breathing. The movement of our bodies. The soft caresses of exploratory touch. We moved as one unit, so in tune and on the same frequency that everything else in the world faded. It was just us, full and so beautifully and wonderfully together.

I’d had a boyfriend or two in the past who tried to make love to me, as it were. But they were nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to Jesse. When I was with him, every question I had about the world suddenly had an answer. There was no right or wrong, just him and the safety of his arms. I felt nothing but an absolute oneness, a satisfying calm that I knew I’d never find anywhere else.

He was my one.

As easy as it would have been to spiral and worry about the future and what this all meant, I pushed the thoughts from my mind and focused solely on him. His smell, his taste, the way he always seemed to know where to touch me to drive me wild.

Jesse slipped a hand between us and rubbed his thumb over my clit, immediately sending me over the edge. I swallowed my scream of pleasure with a bruising kiss, one that left me dizzy and seeing stars.

“So nice and tight, baby,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Come for me,” I begged, voice barely a whisper. “I want to make you feel good. What do you need me to do?”

“Fuck, no, you’re perfect. Just- Can I go a bit harder?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Jesse, I want to feel you come.”

Now that he had my permission, Jesse’s pace quickened. His thrusts came faster, harder, the snap of his hips against mine ringing in my ear. He plunged into me, stretching me to my fullest. The drag of his cock inside me was punctuated with the wet slap of skin on skin and heavy panting. The mattress beneath us creaked in protest, but we didn’t care. He was too far gone, chasing the inevitable high.

He came with a shout, gasping into my hair as a shiver passed through him.

I drew mindless circles into his back with the tip of my finger, hooking my ankles together to lock him against me. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted to hold onto him forever. This strong, brave, powerful man was mine to protect, mine to keep. I wouldn’t have minded if the rest of the world melted away if it meant I could spend the rest of my life like this.

The world, unfortunately, didn’t work that way.

The sound of the elevator doors in the main living room reached my ears, followed by the shuffling of feet. Jesse and I looked at each other, alarmed. Someone was here, and they had caught us with our pants down.

“Dad?” Wally called from the entrance. “I’m here. You said you wanted to talk.” “Shit,” Jesse hissed.

We immediately sprang into action, clumsily gathering our clothes and putting them on as quickly as we could.

Wally appeared at the doorway, which Jesse and I mistakenly left open because we thought no one else would be making an appearance.

Wally looked to his father, then at me, then to the messy bed and tangled sheets.

“What-” He gawked at me, staring at my neck. “Is that a hickey?”

I clasped a hand over the spot in question. “N-no. Of course not.”

“What are you doing in Viv’s room?” Wally asked his father. “Why are you so out of breath?” Why-” Confusion twisted at his expression, followed by realization and rage. “Holy shit.”

Jesse put his hands up as if taming a rabid animal. “Just let me explain, son-”

“Have you been fucking my ex-girlfriend?”