MY SWEET LITTLE VIRGIN

by Vanna King

  “Come on, man, it’s still early,” Mike seconds his wife.

  The other guys at the table agree.

  Trista touches my arm. I nearly jump from my seat. I stand up to cover my awkward behavior. Another woman touching me doesn’t feel right anymore. Just like it’s not right for Derek to be touching Rizzy.

  I have to get her away from that boy before I beat him to pulp in front of his parents and cause tongues to wag so bad I’d be forced to leave town in total disgrace.

  “I really need to go. Thanks, guys.”

  I leave the table and march over to the pool.

  RIZZY

  “Rizzy!”

  I jump at the sound of his voice.

  Ry is walking briskly toward us, his face dark.

  He stands at the edge of the pool, looking down at me with a mean scowl.

  “Let’s go,” he says tersely.

  I meet his eyes defiantly. He’s been ignoring me for days, leaving me all to myself at the apartment and suddenly he’s here, ordering me like I’m his slave.

  My hurt turns to anger. “I told you I’m sleeping over.”

  “No. Let’s go. Now, Rizzy.”

  He extends his hand toward me. I just stare at it mutinously.

  “Ry, how are you, man?” Derek butts in.

  Ry freezes Derek with a murderous look.

  “Step away from her, Derek.”

  Derek looks at me, confused, but he slowly steps back. “Don’t worry about Rizzy, Ry. I’ll take care of her.”

  Ry sneers. “Really? I don’t think so. Rizzy, if you don’t get your ass out of there in three seconds, I’m going to get you myself. One.”

  With anger boiling inside me, I step on the pool’s ledge and haul myself up. Ry grabs my arm none too gently and lifts me up.

  “Dry yourself. I’ll wait in the car out front. Five minutes, Rizzy.”

  “I’m not leaving like this. I’m gonna take a shower in Anika’s room.”

  “Okay. Fifteen minutes max. No more than that. Go.”

  “Rizzy—“ Derek attempts to follow me.

  “Shut up! Stay there,” Ry barks at Derek.

  Derek tenses, his eyes flashing at Ry in defiance, but he seems to recognize his place and stays put. “I’ll see you soon, Riz.”

  “Bye, Derek.”

  Ry’s guides me away from the pool toward the house, his hand at the small of my back.

  “I can walk on my own,” I snap at him.

  “Fine. Fifteen minutes,” he reminds me and walks away.

  I’m still fuming as I scrub my body with soap in the shower.

  How dare he treat me this way? I haven’t done anything to him that would merit this treatment. I felt his anger, as though he was blaming me for something that I did that night. Well, I didn’t make it happen on my own! He was an equal participant in that act. And it wasn’t an act. I gave myself to him that night and this is how he treats me afterward, the bastard!

  I shampoo my hair fast and rinse myself.

  I’m mindful of the time. I don’t want to cause any scene at Anika’s party. I know Ry is in the mood for trouble. I saw it in his eyes, the way he was looking at Derek as though he would attack Derek. What could he be thinking? Was he mad at Derek? For what? As if he wasn’t enjoying that woman’s company at the table! She was all over him, hugging him and he was smiling at her like he knew her. I bet they used to be lovers. And now he’s acting like I was doing something wrong with Derek when we were only talking!

  I don a sundress and quickly run the tangles off of my hair with a loose comb. I’m packing my stuff in my tote bag when Anika barges into the room.

  “Riz, what happened? I thought you were sleeping over tonight?”

  “I’m sorry Nika, change of plans. Ry—Uncle Ry is here to fetch me.”

  Her face fell. “But I was so looking forward to an all-nighter. It’s weekend!”

  I hug her. “Next time. I need to go. I’ll see you on Monday at work.”

  She sighs. “Derek’s more disappointed, you know? He likes you.”

  I give her an apologetic smile. “He’s really cool. I’ll see you guys soon.”

  RYLAND

  “I was hoping you and I could catch up tonight.”

  I was hoping she wouldn’t follow me but no such luck.

  I straightened myself to my full height. I’ve been impatiently counting every damn minute while leaning against the side of my truck, fuming about something I have no right to be angry about, and it angers me even more, this chaos inside me.

  “Tris.”

  She invades my personal space, looping her arms around me. This woman has no boundaries and she has to learn to have one now. I’m a heartbeat shy from being a total ass.

  “I missed you, Ry.”

  Her face comes closer to mine. I hold her hips to push her away. “Tris, don’t—“

  Her lips go for mine but I manage to turn my head away. Her kiss lands on my jaw. I’m so pissed off I could throttle her. “Tris, stop it!”

  She grinds her stomach against my front, smiling knowingly. “You’re hard.”

  Well, it’s not for you.

  “You know I hate preliminaries, Ry. I want you. I still want you. I never stopped wanting you.”

  Her hand cups my crotch but I grip her wrist hard, pushing her hand away.

  She winces in pain. “Ry—“

  “Are we going?”

  Shit!

  I whip my head to the right. Rizzy is standing a few meters away. I was busy fending off Trista’s advances I didn’t notice she’s gone out to the driveway.

  I extricate myself from Trista, giving her a warning look.

  She looks hurt but her eyes take on a malicious glint as she looks at Rizzy and then at me again. “Really, Ry?” she taunts me under her breath. “Is this your new thing now? Teenage girls?”

  I ignore her and wrench the front passenger door open, nearly hitting Trista’s side.

  “Get in, Rizzy.”

  If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot. Rizzy’s staring daggers at me as though I betrayed her. I know what she saw and it wasn’t something I would have wanted her to see, but I wasn’t doing anything wrong, dammit!

  “Rizzy, come on!” I bark.

  She marches toward the truck. She pauses to give Trista a withering look.

  “Hi Rizzy,” Trista greets her in a syrupy voice. “Ry and I were just having a little reunion. We missed each other.”

  Rizzy’s eyes turn to slits of pure venom. Before she could respond to the bait and start an embarrassing cat fight I won’t be able to explain to my friends, I push Rizzy inside the truck and slam the door shut.

  “Stay away,” I snarl at Trista before going around to the driver’s side.

  I climb into the truck and slam the door shut.

  “Seat belt,” I tell Rizzy as I strap mine.

  She angrily puts her seat belt.

  I start the engine and rev away from there.

  Chapter Seven

  RIZZY

  The tension in the truck is palpable. I’m sure it’s all coming from me as I feel as though my skin is vibrating. I feel hot and my head seems to swell. I’m beside myself with rage and pain at his blatant disregard for my feelings. I’m afraid I’ll cry any minute and I don’t want him to see it. God, I hate him right now!

  He hasn’t spoken a single word since we left the Bannons’ house. I’ve wanted to ask him so many questions but after what I saw, I just lost any reason to. That woman wasn’t a casual fuck of his. By her actions and declarations, she and Ry shared something more in the past. And they were having a little reunion. If I hadn’t arrived, they would have done it against his truck. Shameless people!

  We arrive at his apartment. As he maneuvers the truck into the parking spot, my phone rings. It’s Derek. I take the call.

  “You okay?” he asks on the other line.

  “Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.”

  “Can I see you again tomorrow?”r />
  “I don’t know.”

  “It’s Saturday. You don’t have work.”

  I really can’t talk any further. My emotions are too raw. I cut it short. “Maybe. Call me again tomorrow or the next day. I need to go, Derek.”

  “Okay. Sweet dreams, Riz.”

  “Good night.”

  I open the door of the truck but Ry grabs my wrist.

  “Was that your boyfriend?”

  His eyes are mocking. I wrench my arm from his hold and get out of the vehicle, banging the door shut. I hear another door slamming violently and the sound of his boots on the paved walkway.

  He’s following me closely behind.

  I fish out my keys from my bag and open the front door, my hands shaking. I’m a heartbeat from clawing his face to ribbons. How dare he do this to me!

  We enter the apartment. He shuts the door and locks it.

  “Rizzy,” he says in the stillness of the living room.

  I face him. “What, Uncle Ry?” I taunt him.

  We stare at each other.

  Hostility reigns in the room. Mine and his. Mine is justifiable. His is not.

  “I don’t want you to see Derek again.”

  After watching him make out with that woman, he tells me this? The gall! “Why, Uncle Ry? You seem to have no problem seeing what’s her name?”

  “I wasn’t seeing her. She just happened to be there.”

  “She just happened to have her hands all over you?”

  “That is the truth.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re treating me like shit.”

  His eyes lose their angry glint, replaced by a pained look. “I’m not.”

  I shake my head, my emotions getting the better of me. “No? Then why won’t you even talk to me?”

  “Kitkat…”

  “Don’t! Don’t call me that when you’ve been ignoring me for days. After what happened…” my voice breaks. “You make me feel like I’m nothing, Ry.”

  “Baby…”

  I turn away from him. My tears are falling and I don’t want him to see. I need to put distance between us. I’m too wrought up I feel violent.

  “I don’t want her, Rizzy.”

  I lose it. I face him again. “Then what do you want?!” I scream in his face.

  His chest heaves as his breathing escalates. His hands are fists at his side. His eyes are twin embers of fire now and I know he’s feeling as violent as I am, but I don’t care.

  “You promised me you won’t do it again unless you’re in love! Are you in love with her?!”

  “No!”

  “Then what were you doing with her?!”

  “What were you doing with Derek?”

  “How dare you turn this around! My hand wasn’t in Derek’s dick!”

  He takes a step toward me. Big. Menacing. But I know in my heart he’ll never hurt me. Not physically.

  He closes the space between us.

  “I don’t want her, Kitkat,” he declares, his voice soft, a contrast to the intensity in his eyes.

  “Yeah? Then I’ll ask you again. What do you want, Ry?”

  He’s looking at me again like the way he looked at me that night. And my body responds, swelling and melting in my secret places.

  “I want you.”

  My anger diffuses at his admission, and the memories of that night come rushing back. How he’d felt on my skin, how he’d licked and sucked and—

  “I don’t want anybody touching you, baby.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re mine, and I want to kill anybody who dares touch what’s mine. I wanted to kill Derek.”

  His possessiveness makes my legs weak.

  “We’re just friends.”

  “Nevertheless, if you know what’s good for your friend, you will not give him false hopes. Because he can’t have you. Not while I’m alive.”

  I touch his face gently. “You don’t have to kill anybody. I’m yours, Ry. Only yours.”

  I feel the tension leave his body.

  My other hand touches his other cheek. “I only want you. Just you.”

  His hands cover mine. “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

  “You are.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m going to ruin you. Can’t you see?”

  I lift myself on tiptoe. “I want you to ruin me,” I breathe in his lips.

  He makes a pained sound before pulling me into his arms. “God, help me, I want you, Rizzy. I’m going insane.”

  “Me too.”

  His head swoops down, capturing my lips in a voracious kiss.

  This time, there’s no gentleness in his touch. It’s pure aggressive desire. And I want it. I want his aggression. His raging need to be unleashed on me. All over me. Inside me.

  I want him so bad I’m losing my mind, as well. I want to be his in every sense of the word.

  I loop my arms around his neck and return his kisses. Our tongues duel. Our salivas mix. We devour each other’s lips.

  He groans and lifts me by the hips, grinding his crotch against my belly. He’s very hard. I want to see him naked again. I want to see his cock. I want to touch it, all of him. I want to feel him entering me.

  All my wicked thoughts and the feel of his lips on mine have me drenching my panties. I feel so swollen and sensitive down there, my core aching with a now familiar ache that I know he can assuage.

  He lets go of my lips and bends down. The next thing I know, I’m dangling across his shoulder and he’s climbing the stairs like I weigh nothing.

  RYLAND

  I drop her on the bed.

  I roughly pull her thong off of her, throwing it aside.

  I’m breathing hard, bursting at the seams with wanting her.

  My mind is blank of anything except getting my cock inside her. Taking her cherry. Making her mine. Owning her.

  Her pink pussy peeks at me.

  “Take off your dress,” I command her as I shed my own clothes. I kick my pants and shoes off and join her on the bed.

  She’s as naked as I am now.

  Her body is so beautiful but it’s her eyes that captivate me the most. They tell me everything I want to see. Naked want. Blatant need. The same feelings clamoring inside me, desperate to break free.

  Our heated exchange earlier was our foreplay. The fire in her eyes had me so hard and I can’t wait. I’m about to blow my load and I want every drop of my cum inside her.

  I crawl on top of her and open her legs wide, positioning my big body between them

  Her pussy is wet. Dripping for me. I know it. It’s all for me.

  I palm her possessively, her cream drenching my fingers immediately. I rub her in big, bold strokes. Her silky softness electrifies my fingers, the little currents going straight to my groin.

  I wrap my hand around my cock, coating it with her wetness. I’m so fucking hard and thick and I’ll surely hurt her but even that can’t stop me now. She has to take me. This is all the cock she’ll ever get in her life. She has to get used to my size.

  Precum leaks profusely at my tip.

  She’s watching me stroke myself, her mouth slightly open, her eyes dazed with arousal and it’s almost my undoing.

  I move down and give her pussy a few long swipes with my tongue, unable to help myself, but my cock can’t be denied any longer.

  “I don’t know if I can be slow. I want you so much I’m dying, Kitkat.”

  “I don’t care. Ry, please, I want you so much!”

  “Oh baby doll.” I cradle her ass with my legs, pushing her legs wider at her sides, positioning her for my entry. I grip my cock, squeezing it while I open her pussy lips wide with my other hand, preparing her for my penetration.

  I want to come inside her bareback. Nothing between us.

  I rub my leaking tip at her opening, rimming her.

  Fuck, she’s so small.

  “Kitkat, I want in. Please…”

  “
Take me, Ry. Come to me.”

  I growl and thrust hard.

  She cries out sharply, her nails scoring my back as her little hole yields to the pressure of my onslaught. Her tightness grips half of my length, her inner muscles resisting my entry. I want every inch of me inside her and I know I’m gonna rip her virgin pussy one way or another.

  I capture her lips as I fully impale her, taking her virginity.

  She jerks under me but her legs clamp around my hips.

  At last, I’m where I belong, balls deep inside her incredibly tight pussy.

  I close my eyes, tears of joy burning at the back, relishing this precious gift.

  She’s mine, truly mine now.

  I find her clit and rub it relentlessly as I begin to pound her.

  I’m wrapped in paradise. Holy fucking fuck! I can’t fucking believe this pleasure!

  Every part of me is engaged. My body, my mind, my soul. And the pleasure is a hundredfold. No, immeasurable.

  She’s taking all of me like a pro. Her juicy walls milk my cock as I pump in and out of her almost violently. I’m spewing dirty words as I rush to my peak.

  I know I’m going to leave her behind in this flight to the stars but I can’t wait for her.

  My spine tingles, my balls contract and my shaft swells even more as my cum rises.

  “Christ, I’m coming…! Rizzy…! Ahhhh!”

  I hug her tight and slam into her one last time, shooting my seed inside her.

  The ecstasy shakes me from inside out. But I didn’t have to worry because she follows right after, her sheath clenching hard around me as she hits her own peak.

  It’s indescribable, this bliss.

  It’s beyond my experience.

  But now I know.

  It has made me a true believer.

  Making love with the woman you love is indeed different.

  It’s special.

  Sacred.

  Chapter Eight

  RYLAND

  We decided to just stay in the apartment the whole weekend. I had food delivered and we watched HBO reruns.

  Normally we’d go out on weekends and watch a movie or go shopping at the mall, but I didn’t want to break our intimacy yet and share Rizzy to the outside world. I’m completely being selfish but the truth is, I’m feeling extra-protective.