His Nasty Virgin

When I’m finally spent, I pull my hand out and clean up, noticing how painfully silent it seems now. It only now occurs to me that he may have been having sex in there. He might have had some gorgeous woman waiting for him. Maybe he was fucking her, and they could both hear me fucking myself like some lone pervy girl who couldn’t get laid.

God, that’s embarrassing.

I push the thought from my mind, comforting myself with the knowledge that I’ll never have to see him again. I only have to leave my room for the wedding tomorrow, and I’ll just pull some cloak-and-dagger shit when I’m leaving the hotel to spare myself the humiliation of seeing crazy-gorgeous Justin after he heard me fucking myself.

Feeling better now that I have a plan in place, I grab the menu and order some room service. See, I don’t even have to leave the room to eat. Everything I need is right here or can be brought to me, and I’ll be gone in a couple of days anyway, so it doesn’t matter. I did want to explore the city, but maybe I’ll make a trip back down here some other time.

When the phone in my room rings, I answer it, thinking it must be room service asking about my order. The last thing I expect is to hear Justin’s deep voice on the other end.

“Liv, I need to ask you a favor.”

“Justin?” I ask, sure that I must be making some sort of mistake.

“Yeah, it’s me. Do you mind if I come over for a second? I could use your help with something.”

“Um, yeah, sure.”

“Great,” he says, hanging up before I can even respond.

I’m still wondering what the hell is going on when there’s a knock at the door. I run a quick hand through my hair, wishing I’d had time to shower and change. When I open the door, his smiling face has my heart racing again and my pussy sparking right back to life. I step aside and let him in, noticing how damn good he looks in my hotel room. Standing here with him so close to the bed is doing all kinds of things to me, and I’m having one hell of a time focusing.

When there’s another knock at the door, he answers it, taking full control of the situation and even tipping the young guy who brought up my meal. He sets the tray down, lifting the lid to eye what I ordered.

“Good choice with the gumbo. It’s one of the specialties here. They forgot the crackers, though,” he says, sounding oddly annoyed by this oversight.

“What’s going on?” I ask because the whole situation is feeling surreal as hell.

He turns back to me and scrubs a hand over his face. Is he nervous? I didn’t think guys as good-looking as he is ever got nervous.

“I kind of need your help with something.”

“You mentioned that. What the hell is going on?”

“Do you have plans for tonight?”

“No. Why?”

“Would you be willing to be my date? I have a work-related dinner, and I need a date. I’m kind of desperate actually.”

He shoots me a boyish grin, and I suddenly feel like a giant idiot. “So you’re desperate?”

“Yeah, I really can’t show up alone for this thing.”

“So you asked me?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed, feeling like the world’s biggest loser. “Because you’re desperate.”

It finally dawns on him what I’m saying, and he gives me a shocked look and quickly backtracks. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant, Liv. I’m not asking you because I’m desperate. I mean, I need a date tonight, but I’m not asking you out of desperation, not like the way you’re thinking anyway.”

He groans and kneels in front of me, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe or think or do anything except soak right through my panties and hope like hell he doesn’t notice a wet stain blooming on my yoga pants.

“I’m sorry. That’s not at all what I meant. Would you please be my date tonight? I’ll do anything in return. Just name it, and it’s yours.”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Instead of hurrying up and saying yes, I give myself a second to think about this incredibly rare opportunity that has just fallen into my lap. There’s a drop-dead gorgeous man on his knees in front of me, telling me he’ll give me anything I want, and all I have to do is go out on a date with him. It seems like that should be the damn reward. I always play it safe, and I’m sick and tired of doing that. For once, I want to be brave and wild and I want to have some fucking fun.

“I’ll be your date, but I want something in return.”

His face lights up in a smile, revealing that sexy dimple and making me feel all warm and tingly.

“Anything, Liv. Just name it.”

I take a deep breath and use every ounce of courage I’ve ever possessed and meet his blue eyes as I say, “I want you to be my first.”

I can tell by his face that I’ve startled the hell out of him. He swallows and takes a second to compose himself.

“You want what?”

I’d be mortified if I hadn’t seen that flash of raw desire in his eyes before he’d covered it up with surprise. But I did see it, and it gave me the extra kick of courage I needed.

“You heard me, Justin. I want you to pop my cherry and be my first.” I don’t want him to feel forced, so I add, “If you don’t want to, just tell me. I’ll still be your date for tonight, but if you’re asking me what I want, then this is it.”

His eyes run over me, and I catch another glimpse of the heat behind them before he hides it away again and stands up.

“Deal,” he says, before turning to walk away. Without even looking back, he says, “I’ll pick you up at eight, and don’t worry about a dress. I’ll have something sent up. Oh, and Liv,” he says, looking over his shoulder at me and giving me an amused grin. “Don’t fuck yourself again before tonight. Save all that sexual frustration for when I can take care of it for you.”

He gives me a wink before turning and leaving me alone with my heart racing and my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. Without him in front of me, my courage starts to falter, and I begin to wonder just what in the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.