by Ali Parker
“Wait,” I said when Ben was between my legs. His cock was so close to me, I could barely think straight.
“What’s wrong?” Ben hovered over me, pausing. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him inside of me. I craved him so badly.
“I’m a virgin,” I said.
Ben frowned for a second and then his eyes widened as what I’d said sunk in.
“Jesus, Mila,” he said, pulling back. This wasn’t what I’d wanted.
“No, don’t stop,” I said.
Ben shook his head. “How the fuck are you still a virgin?”
I pulled up my shoulders. This was going the wrong way, fast.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said again. “I just wanted you to know.”
Ben looked at me with his deep blue eyes.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. I hadn’t ever been surer of this than now.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said.
“Oh, you don’t have to be. It’s not the first time something is in me. Just… a real dick.” I blushed when I said it. Ben blinked at me before a smile broke over his face.
“There’s a side to you that’s not all that innocent.”
I was about to answer, but Ben cut me off by pushing his cock into my pussy. I cried out and closed my eyes. This was so much better than anything I had ever imagined. It was a hell of a lot better than a rubber dildo, shaped like a dick. And it was Ben. Holy fuck.
Ben started rocking his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me, and it was pure bliss. Pleasure washed through me, and I moaned as Ben fucked me harder and harder. He rocked my body back and forth on the bed, my breasts swinging back and forth. Ben’s arms were planted on either side of my head, his face was riddled with concentration.
Another orgasm rolled over me, and I felt my body contract, clamping down on Ben’s dick. He swore under his breath as he slowed down, letting me ride out my orgasm without pushing him into his.
We weren’t done yet.
When I came down from my second high, Ben pulled out of me.
“Turn around,” he said.
He was going to fuck me from behind. Fuck, yes.
I got up on my hands and knees, my ass pointing at Ben, and I wiggled my hips.
“You’re a tease,” Ben said. “I still can’t believe you’re a virgin.”
“I don’t tease everyone.”
He chuckled and pushed his cock into me again. I gasped. He was even larger from behind, and my body tightened with the threat of a third orgasm. But I wanted it to be at the same time as Ben’s. That was the ultimate.
Ben started moving, sliding his dick in and out. His hands were on my hips, and my breasts swung back and forth as Ben fucked me harder and harder. I cried out as his balls slapped against my pussy, grazing my clit every time, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. I tried to hold back, to last.
It didn’t work. In no time, I was crying out again, a third orgasm whipping through my body. Ben pounded into me, hard and fast. It drew out my orgasm, and I moaned in the same rhythm as he rode me.
Suddenly, Ben buried himself deep inside me, and I felt him pulsate as he released inside of me. I was still orgasming, and we were in this together. I trembled, my body milking every last bit out of Ben.
Ben stopped moving. I heard him gasping. I was breathing as hard as he was. I collapsed onto the bed and Ben slipped out of me. He disappeared into my bathroom for a second before he came back and lay down on the bed next to me.
“You’re fucking good for someone who’s never done this before,” he said.
“I haven’t had sex, but I’m not completely inexperienced.”
Ben grinned at me. He rolled onto his side to face me, and I did the same, my breasts falling together.
“Thanks,” he said.
“For what?”
“Letting me be your first.”
I smiled. If only he knew how many times I had thought about giving it to him. Ben pulled me closer to him, and I closed my eyes. This was what I had been waiting for, forever.
Chapter 32
Ben
On Thursday morning, it took me a few seconds to figure out where I was. It wasn’t the ceiling of my penthouse in New York or the ceiling of my old room in my mom’s house. A hotel?
Mila stirred next to me, and I remembered where I was. I had stayed over at Mila’s place after I had fucked her.
Oh. My. God. I had been around, but I had never had sex that good. And she had been a fucking virgin. I still wasn’t sure how that had happened. Mila was everything a man could want. I had assumed she had been with at least a few of them. Even though she was single and committed to her job. Mila was beautiful and smart, and she could have any man she set her heart on.
I was honored that I was the one she had chosen. I didn’t feel guilty at all. I felt satisfied. In every way.
This had been a long time coming. I’d wanted Mila since I’d sold the company and come back home. And now, finally, I’d had her.
A pang of guilt shot into my chest when I thought about the conversation we’d had at dinner. She had asked me what my plans were, and I hadn’t been completely honest with her about going back to New York again. But I hadn’t wanted her to shut down on me. I really cared about her, and I wanted her in my life, no matter what.
I didn’t want her to walk away.
A knock on the door sounded, and I realized it was what had woken me up.
“Mila,” I said, shaking her shoulder. Mila lay on her side, her back to me. I had probably been spooning her before rolling onto my back and waking up. “Someone is at the door.”
Mila sat up, immediately awake.
“Only a handful of people come to my place,” she said. “It could be Jerrod.”
Shit.
As she said it, Mila’s phone rang. It was Jerrod.
“I’m outside,” I heard his voice over the phone when she answered. “I have donuts.”
“I’m coming,” Mila said and hung up.
“Oh, God,” she said when the call had been dropped. “He’s at the door. And you’re in my bed. Naked.”
“I’ll get on the couch, make it look like I stayed there,” I said, thinking quickly. I was already out of bed and pulling on my clothes. I found my pants and boxers in the room. I could leave the shirt and shoes in the hall, I would have pulled them off before sleeping, anyway.
Mila pulled on pajamas and ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame it. It was sex hair, there was no doubt about it. She looked like she’d been fucked good and hard, and I would take full credit for that. But Jerrod couldn’t think along the same lines.
She found a hairband and pulled her hair back.
“Better,” I said.
Mila threw a blanket at me that she pulled out of her closet, and I ran to the living room. I lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over me. Mila walked to the front door and opened it, rubbing her eyes.
“Were you sleeping?” Jerrod asked.
“Yeah, but it’s all good.”
Jerrod walked inside, but he froze when he saw me on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Mila looked at me. “Oh, I was out last night, and I ran into Ben. We had a couple of drinks too many. Ben was wasted.”
“I feel like shit,” I moaned to make it credible. “I didn’t want to wake up my parents. Honestly, I don’t even remember how I got here.”
“I convinced him,” Mila said. “I didn’t want Mary to have a shitfit because Ben can’t behave himself. You know it will go straight to Mom.”
Jerrod seemed skeptical. “You are a pain in the ass when you drink,” he said. He looked around and saw my shirt by the wall my shoes on the other side of the couch where I had kicked them off to follow Mila to her bedroom last night.
“Looks like a rough night,” he said.
I swallowed hard. I hoped it didn’t look as incriminating as it seemed.
“And we’re b
oth paying the price,” Mila said. “Did you say donuts?”
Jerrod grinned, and it looked like he was satisfied with our story. I relaxed. Mila had thought fast. It was a good idea to come to the couch. It could have gotten very ugly if Jerrod suspected that something happened between us. Having my clothes all over the place was already a dead giveaway. I sat up so that Jerrod could see I was wearing my pants, at least.
“Sugar is the last thing you need for a hangover,” he said, putting the box on the coffee table.
“I just want food,” I said and reached for the box, taking out a chocolate glazed donut.
“Donuts are so underrated,” Mila said, sitting down on the couch next to Jerrod and taking a bite out of a jam donut. She was playing this so calmly, lying like a pro. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have bought our story as well. Mila looked like nothing was out of place.
“So, are you going to start inviting me out when you hit the town, or is this getting drunk without me going to be a regular thing?” Jerrod asked.
“I didn’t mean to get drunk at all. But you know how it goes.”
“Yeah. Tequila hits you from left field, and before you know it, your balance is fucked, and you swipe your card again and again, thinking more alcohol will fix it.” Jerrod chuckled. “At least you’re back and having fun.”
The same guilt I had felt earlier twisted my stomach in a knot. I couldn’t tell Jerrod I was leaving soon. Not with Mila here. I was lying to Jerrod about more than one thing. I was an awful friend.
“I better get going before my mom calls the cops to look for me.”
“Maybe she already did,” Jerrod said.
I shook my head. “Where the hell is my shirt?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know.
Jerrod pointed to it on the floor.
“How did that happen?” I asked, trying to sound like it had been a blackout drunk night. I stood and walked to my shirt, picking it up and putting it on. I found my shoes, too. After I was dressed, I turned to Jerrod and Mila.
“Thanks for forcing me to stay over. I think I would have pissed off my mom if you hadn’t intervened. And thanks for breakfast. I’ll see you around,” I said to Mila. She nodded. She knew what I was really trying to say. I would call her as soon as I could.
Jerrod laughed. “You’re a mess. Go shower – you stink.”
I was pretty sure I didn’t stink, but I was willing to take it. I nodded and walked to the door, letting myself out. I would have loved to give Mila a long goodbye kiss, but that wasn’t going to happen with Jerrod there.
When I stepped out of the building, I walked to my car. I was glad I had a rental. Jerrod wouldn’t have registered it. If he’d known that I was here before he’d come up, the whole day would have started out with him suspicious, and it would have made everything a lot harder.
I hated that I was lying to my best friend. I wanted nothing more than to tell Jerrod about our relationship. Not only that, I wanted to talk to him about the woman I had fallen for. I wanted to tell him what a great night we’d had, that she had been a virgin until I’d fucked her.
The latter was an absolute no-no. Jerrod would already lose his shit if he knew I was interested in Mila, never mind doing something like kissing her. If he’d found out we’d slept together and that she had been a virgin, he would have killed me. No doubt about it. Jerrod was my best friend, but his family had always come first, and Mila was his baby sister. He was more protective over her than I had ever seen him over anyone, and I knew that if it ever came out, I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. It would ruin our friendship completely.
The more I thought about it, the shittier I felt. I didn’t want to lie to my friend, and I knew that this was serious to him. He deserved to know. But there was no way I could tell him about what was going on between Mila and me.
And I couldn’t tell Mila I was leaving soon. Or Jerrod. Because then Mila would find out. So, I was lying to everyone. Which was a cowardly thing to do.
By the time I arrived at my mom’s house, the elation after my night with Mila had faded, and I was stressed and irritated, instead. I had dug this hole for myself, and now I resented that I was in this mess.
I didn’t regret it. Not at all. I would fuck Mila again if I had to do it over again. Maybe that was why I felt so guilty about it. Because, no matter how wrong it was, the only thing I was stressed about was Jerrod finding out. I didn’t once think that maybe I shouldn’t have taken it this far.
In the end, it turned out I was a selfish son of a bitch and even though I cared about the people around me, what I wanted would count first and foremost. Like a relationship with Mila when Jerrod wouldn’t approve. Like telling Mila I was with her when I was leaving soon.
“Where did you go?” my mom asked when I walked into the kitchen. “I thought you would let me know.”
I hadn’t thought about that at all. It had been years since I’d had to answer to my mom. It was the best idea to stick to the same story we’d fed Jerrod.
“I ran into Mila, and we went out for a couple of drinks together. I drank far too much and ended up on her couch. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You were nice enough not to bother me, but you didn’t think to call me?” my mom asked.
I walked to my mom and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m sorry if I made you worry.”
“At least you don’t smell like you’ve been boozing like you used to. Whatever you had last night that knocked you so hard, stick to that. You smell normal.”
I hadn’t thought about that. Thank God my mom knew very little about the drinking scene. She only drank wine once in a while, and then never more than one glass.
“I’m going to go take a nap,” I said. “Try and get rid of this headache.”
My mom laughed. “What goes around comes around, honey.”
I shook my head and walked to the office. When I lay down on my bed, I closed my eyes and thought about Mila. Everything about her last night had been spectacular. I was in deep with this girl, and it didn’t look like I was going to get out of it very soon.
I didn’t want to.
Chapter 33
Mila
After Ben had left on Thursday, I’d showered and headed to work. My mind had been filled with Ben and everything we’d done. I was walking on air after we’d slept together.
It had been so much better than anything I’d been able to do with my vibrator, and I felt like I was more of a woman now that I had lost my virginity. I reveled in the delicious feeling that washed over my body whenever I thought about Ben.
I headed back to the hospital on Friday. My mind was on Ben again, but I thought about Jerrod and how he had nearly caught us. It had been a complete coincidence that Jerrod had decided to bring me donuts on the same morning Ben was naked in my bed, but shit happened sometimes.
It hadn’t been the first time Jerrod had brought me donuts for breakfast to cheer me up after I’d had a rough time at the hospital. And he’d never had to worry about me having any company before.
But it had been so close this time. I shuddered to think what would have happened if he’d figured out what was going on. Ben and I had lied to him, catching onto each other’s stories quickly. But we had to be more careful. What if we couldn’t lie to get out of the corner we were in, again?
I hated sneaking around like this. I hated having to lie. But we had to stick to it for now. It was the only way Ben and I could be together. We would figure something out in the long run, but it was all we could do for the time being.
When I thought about “the long run” my stomach clenched, and that warm, delicious feeling washed through me again. To think that Ben and I were finally together was crazy.
The ICU ward was quiet. The patients were stable with no emergencies taking place to bring in more patients, no one could be moved yet, and we had one of those odd moments where we had a rhythm that didn’t change. Usually, I loved the days like this. Today, I had hoped for something to k
eep me busy. Ben was on my mind, and right now, it was amazing. But I was also stressed about Jerrod, feeling guilty about lying, and work was usually a good distraction from shit like that which had my stomach all twisted up in knots.
“What’s up with you?” Claire asked when she came to the nurse’s station.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You were grinning all day yesterday, and you have that idiot grin on your face again.”
I pulled up my shoulders. “What can I say? I love my job.”
Claire shook her head. “This is the ICU ward. There’s never anything to smile about.”
I shrugged again. I wasn’t going to tell Claire what had happened. We worked together. She wasn’t my best friend. And if anyone was going to find out, it would be Skylar. I hadn’t even told her. I wanted to keep it to myself, for now, keep it my own little secret. Like a piece of candy that I had stolen, that I could suck on every now and again and relish the sugar running down my throat.
It made the doubles I had to work so much easier to stomach. They took a lot out of me, and there was no end in sight until we could take care of all the accident victims.
“I’m headed to lunch,” Claire said. “Mr. and Mrs. Wright are with Jessica again, and they’re not happy. Just so you know.”
I sighed. “Thanks.”
Jessica was still in her coma. It had been almost a week since they’d stopped the medication, and she hadn’t woken up yet. All the other patients were awake, and even though they were still in a lot of pain, they were recovering. Soon, they would all be moved to regular recovery rooms, and things would finally carry on in the ICU.
I walked to Jessica Wright’s room when it was time to do my rounds. Mr. Wright wasn’t there. Mrs. Wright was asleep in the chair. I worked quietly so that I wouldn’t wake her.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Mrs. Wright asked as I was about to leave the room.
“What do you mean?” I asked, turning around to face her. She pushed out of her chair and came to me, anger radiating off her.