He took my panties in both hands and pulled them down my thighs, tossing them on the floor by my dress when they were free from my ankles. His tongue started moving up my thighs again and then I felt his breath on my exposed pussy. He bent my legs at the knee and let them rest on the edge of the bed while he pulled me towards him. I shifted my hips and as I did, I felt his tongue start to lick along the exterior of my labia.
“Oh my god, that feels so good.” My hands ran through his hair and squeezed the back of his head.
His tongue was so much more intense than anything I had ever managed to do when I was alone. It made my body tingle and it felt like every inch of my skin was brought to life all at once. Even my hair follicles started to tingle. His tongue moved quickly along the outside of my labia, lightly pressing between the slit as he caressed it. I felt a moan rise up in my throat when he pushed his tongue into my wetness and flicked it against the opening of my pussy. After doing that several times, he moved up the middle of my labia and circled the thin hood of flesh covering my clitoris.
I pushed my hips forward, gasping with pleasure when I felt the stimulation on the sensitive nerves. He slowly moved his tongue in a circular motion and each rotation pulled me closer to the apex of bliss. His fingers pressed against my labia and forced it to part, shifting the protective hood over my clitoris so that he could touch the exposed knot with his tongue. The first flick of his tongue made me nearly buckle in pleasure.
“Right there...” I moaned loudly. “That feels amazing.”
His tongue stayed focused on the hard knot that sent eruptions of pleasure through my body. His tongue had a fire and a passion I could have never managed with my finger. I didn’t even need a fantasy in my head to make it feel good—the reality of having Markus Cole right there with his tongue hell-bent on making me cum was enough to make my body light up with unbridled fury. It was so intense that I thought I was going to orgasm so many times, but my body continued to build on top of the sensation.
His lips pressed against my clit, lightly sucking on it for a moment and then returned his ravaging tongue there, which picked up speed and intensity the more it moved. My hips began to move, rotating along with his tongue. My abdominal muscles tightened and then I felt every muscle in my body clenching. He put his finger against the entrance of my pussy and lightly pressed it inside, moving it faster as the pleasure grew. He pushed against my hymen and then pulled back, forcing my pussy to stretch and expand which made the wetness spread along my labia. My fingers clenched hard on the back of his head and my hips rotated against his lips.
“You’re about to make me cum!” I felt more than a moan erupt; it was almost a squeal.
He flicked his tongue against my clitoris several times and sucked on it again before he started swirling around it once more. I was practically an inferno of pleasure, panting to release some of the heat. My arms started to shake as my self-control slipped away. I was his to pleasure, on the edge of an orgasm and unable to return from it.
My eyes closed and I felt myself teetering on the edge before plunging deep into my own desires. My abdomen spasmed and forced my upper torso to roll forward as I started to erupt with an orgasm so powerful I thought my muscles were going to tie themselves in a knot. My pussy spasmed against his finger and he worked into the tightness, making my body roar with more pleasure. My clitoris was so sensitive that once my orgasm began and he didn’t stop circling it, another one immediately started to form.
There was no way that I could hold back—I felt it seize me for a moment and then it released on top of the previous one, both sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body. The fire and the electricity seemed to meet underneath his tongue and he held me there at the peak for bliss so long that the satisfaction swelled up for a third time and rushed through me like a wave of fire coated lightning. When it finally subsided I felt every muscle go weak, and I collapsed into the quilt.
Wow—that was freaking unbelievable.
“See.” He stood up at the edge of the bed. “You can feel pleasure and still remain a virgin.”
“Don’t leave...” I muttered and extended a weak hand towards him.
He crawled into bed beside me and I quickly rolled towards him. His powerful arms wrapped around me and the heat from his body was exactly what I needed. The orgasms had drained every bit of warmth from my body and I didn’t have the energy to get under the covers.
When I snuggled closer, I felt his cock hard against the front of his pants. Pleasuring me had clearly turned him on. It didn’t seem fair for me to feel so much pleasure and him to leave with his desires still engorged in his cock. I was too weak to do anything and the afterglow of my orgasm left my mind spinning with strange desires I had never felt before. I wanted him inside me. I wanted the closeness of our bodies united in the midst of passion. I couldn’t focus on the arrangement, what the end of the week meant, or what I would even encounter the next day. For the first time in my life, I was in the arms of a man that I wanted to take my virginity. Nothing else mattered.
I waited until my afterglow finally began to pass and energy returned to my limbs before opening my eyes. I found him fixated on me, watching every breath I took. I moved my hand towards his crotch and rubbed the length of his cock through his pants.
“What are you doing?” He raised his eyebrows in a bit of surprise.
“I want this.” I squeezed it slightly. “I want you inside of me.”
“Are you sure?” He let out a sigh when I started stroking his cock again. “You don’t have to do anything for me—it was all about you.”
“I’m naked in your arms and begging you to put your cock inside of me—I’m sure.” My breathing intensified as I felt his cock getting harder.
He pushed me onto my back and I saw the storm of passion return to his eyes. It appeared to be the only invitation he needed. He started to unbutton his shirt and I helped as best I could, pushing the buttons through the holes right below his fingers. I pulled on it until it was no longer tucked in his pants and pushed it off of his shoulders. His powerful muscular body took my breath away.
I never imagined having a man like that—they were nothing but fantasies. Once his shirt was removed, I started working on his belt, tugging it free from the loop so I could unbutton his pants. When they were unfastened, I reached into the waistband and stroked his cock, feeling the engorged flesh for the first time in my bare hand. It was so thick that it scared me when I tried wrapping my hand around it. There was no way he was going to be able to fit it inside of me. He could barely get a finger into the tight canal between my legs.
Markus reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He quickly opened it and pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth before stretching it out along his length. Trepidation started to flow through my veins when he shifted his pants down his thighs and kicked them off while he was crawling between my legs. I had offered him my pussy and once I saw what was going inside of me, I fully expected to be pillaged by his massive dick.
“This is a first for me.” He lifted my legs and positioned his cock against the entrance of my pussy. “I’ve never fucked a virgin before.”
His cock pressed against my wetness and took my breath away before I could respond. The head pushed between my labia and started to enter me. I felt pain shoot through me as he pushed into the tightness. My body was certainly more resistant than my desires. His finger had stretched it slightly, but it wasn’t nearly enough to accommodate his cock.
I felt my muscles tightening as he dipped the glans into the wetness several times and made another attempt. I wanted him, but it was not an easy experience. He continued pushing, pulling back, and pushing again. It took nearly a dozen attempts before he was finally able to push the glans past the entrance. My pussy stretched and throbbed with the pressure of his enormous girth. I immediately felt him against my hymen once the head of his cock disappeared beneath the folds of my labia. My pussy had stretched enough for h
im to easily push against it, but it served as a barrier that kept him from going any further.
He withdrew and pushed again, but he had to apply more force. He repeated the motion, thrusting even harder, and I felt the barrier tear away against his cock. The sting was immediate and I grimaced as he stretched the tender skin to force his dick deeper into my tightness.
“Do you need a moment?” He pulled back and pushed in a little further.
“No, keep going.” I let my hands rest on his muscular hips and tried to shift my body against him to bring him further into my pussy.
His motions got faster, moving from the entrance to the deepest point he had penetrated fairly fast. After a few thrusts, he pushed just a little deeper. The rapid motion felt good, but I felt an intense pressure each time he pushed himself further inside me. I could see the storm of passion still brewing in his eyes and the scent of our combined lust began to fill the room. My body was swarming with endorphins of excitement, even though the fear of feeling him go deeper kept me on edge. I knew I would relax once he was all the way in, but it was going to take a while for that to happen.
The process of turning my pussy into a paradise of pleasure for the both of us wasn’t one that was moving very fast. I was glad he allowed me to adjust and took his time, even if I craved the apex of our satisfaction. He could have easily forced himself all the way in and pounded me with little regard for my own well-being. When he reached the midway point and had half of his cock inside my pussy, he leaned back and started to fuck that spot without going deeper. His muscles tensed and his cock throbbed as his passion seemed to get even hotter.
“You feel so fucking good.” He grunted and his jaw tightened as he kept thrusting. “I could cum right now.”
“Not yet.” I shook my head back and forth. “I want all of you.”
The words sounded strange coming from my lips. My need was growing and the feeling of his cock was making me start to feel the same kind of pleasure I felt when he was pleasuring me with his tongue, although it was slightly muted. I knew it would feel better when he didn’t have to hold back. The faster he went, the better it felt and the less pain there was. His grunts intensified and then he pushed himself deeper.
I bit down on my lip from the sudden pressure of having more of my pussy stretched, especially when he pushed further than he had previously. He let me adjust to that feeling for a moment and then started to work his cock back to the entrance where it was poised for a second before being thrust inside me again. A sudden surge of pleasure roared through my body and my eyes got wide. He slid his cock along the inside of my pussy again and it was repeated.
He had reached my g-spot and the way it felt when it was manipulated by his cock overwhelmed my senses. The pleasure that surged from it was even more intense than what I felt when he was working my clitoris over with his tongue. I started to moan even more—lighter at first, but then they started coming out between gasps of pleasure.
“Damn, I never knew it could feel like that.” My abdominal muscles clenched as he rubbed it again with the length of his cock.
He grunted a response but I could tell he was locked in a primal need to release the pressure building up inside of him. It was a mirrored reflection of what I felt when his lips were between my legs. He picked up the pace a little more, pushing deeper. The pleasure of having my g-spot stimulated made the pain give way to nothing but pressure. There was a light sting when the flesh was stretched, but the thrill of my unfolding desire was keeping it quelled. I felt like I was going to asphyxiate on my own passionate breaths as they were drawn and exhaled so quickly. He pushed himself deeper until I finally felt his abdominal muscles against my thighs.
One final thrust and he was all the way in. His cock stayed buried there for a moment and it throbbed with his lust. He worked it slowly back to the entrance and pushed it again. He repeated the motion, with each thrust getting faster. My tightness stayed clenched on his dick, but the harder he fucked me, the better it felt.
“Now you’re gonna make me cum.” His back arched and his hips picked up speed as his cock pounded into me.
I could feel his cock tightening even more than it already was. It pulsated each time he went deep into my pussy. My body was close to another orgasm and I knew it was going to happen. Each thrust across my g-spot made the intensity grow. My muscles were already tightening like they did when he was circling my clit, but the sensations were even stronger. He hammered my pussy so fast that I could barely stay in position on the bed. I had to hold onto his hips and dig my nails in just to keep my body moving against his. He leaned forward and rolled my hips so that he was driving himself directly down into me. The bed creaked from that motion and it felt like the posts could collapse from the furiousness of his thrusts.
My body started to shake and there was no holding back. I felt the spasms begin, laced with pure bliss when my orgasm started to roar from within me. My pussy tightened on his cock so much that he grunted while he struggled to keep up the same speed. A growl rushed across his lips and then I saw his head go back. The condom swelled inside of me as his erratic thrusts slammed into my pussy. I could feel the cum rushing through his shaft before it filled the condom and caused it to balloon. The speed slowed as his desire was fulfilled. My body continued to shake as he finally stopped and let his cock rest deep inside me.
“That was incredible...” My body sank into the bed as my muscles relaxed.
“Yeah.” He slowly withdrew his cock and then collapsed beside me with his breathing still causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly.
We didn’t say anything else. He took me in his arms and I lay there while our breathing and our heartbeats returned to normal. After about an hour of being locked in an embrace, he got up and removed the condom. I heard it hit the trash can and I was afraid he would leave, but then he returned to the bed and took me in his arms. We shifted until we could get underneath the covers and cuddled in the warmth.
My emotions were in a flurry and the reality started to settle in. I was no longer a virgin. I had slept with a man on the very first date and I had no promise of a future with him. I wasn’t even guaranteed to see him again after Seven Roses was over. It was a moment of blind passion with little regard for what would come next. I had never done anything like that before and it would be played into the living room of every household that turned on the channel.
I didn’t regret my decision. I did it because I wanted Markus, but the impact of what we did would follow me for the rest of my life. I would always be the virgin that slept with Markus Cole on Seven Roses—that was how people would remember me.
My stomach was a knot when I finally did go to sleep. I was happy where I was, but I knew the morning hours would bring all sorts of challenges as I had to move past the date with Markus and go out with someone else.
Chapter 8: Dawson
My agent had sent in an application to Seven Roses when we were getting ready to release our last album. I wasn’t a fan of dating shows, but some other rock stars had managed to turn it into a nice piece of publicity. I thought it should be me and a lot of girls, not me competing with other guys for one girl. My agent disagreed and said most of the fans I got when I was a teen heartthrob were now mommies with kids of their own. They would rather see me looking for love than lusting after bikini-clad strippers. I trusted my agent’s judgment, but I would have still preferred to be the only guy getting the attention.
Charles Montgomery just happened to catch me after a tour, and although I was looking forward to some relaxation, my agent said it would still be a good opportunity. I really hadn’t put much thought into the application when I didn’t hear anything, and the album I was trying to promote was already two years old. The media blitz was certainly over.
The last thing I expected when I walked through the doors was to be offered an arrangement that seemed almost crazy. One girl with seven guys? Even if I wasn’t home much because of my lifestyle, I didn’t want to be on the roa
d knowing someone else was plowing my lady.
“I’m not so sure I buy this virgin shtick.” The six of us that weren’t out with Lyn were all sitting in the living room watching her date with Markus unfold.
“Why?” Charles looked over at me and sipped his glass of Scotch.
“She’s clearly giving Markus some fuck-me eyes.” That was the only way I could describe the way she looked at him when they were in the car after dinner.
“Half the women in America were looking at Markus like that after he was eliminated from the last show.” Charles shook his head. “Virgin or not.”
“I bet she fucks him.” I leaned back in my chair and reached for my beer.
“No fucking way.” Brando grunted and shook his head. “She’s not going to give it up on the first date. She’s saving herself for me.”
“You think so, eh?” Adrian chuckled and looked over at Brando. “I think she’s a virgin and I think she’s going to fuck him.”
“What do you think, John?” I looked over at the man sitting in the corner nursing his beer.
“I honestly don’t know.” John shrugged. “I don’t really know much about her.”
“Anders?” I looked at the man seated to my immediate left who had been paying more attention to his phone than the television showcasing Lyn’s date with Markus.
“Huh? I don’t know.” He looked up briefly and then looked back to his phone.
“It doesn’t matter.” Charles downed the rest of his Scotch and stood up. “In order for this arrangement to work, we can’t obsess over her sex life. If we agree to live together with her, then we will share her in every way—there can’t be any jealousy.”
“You’re really serious about this?” I motioned for him to bring me a beer after he refilled his Scotch and he brought me one from the mini-fridge.
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