ELENA
He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. I gasped as I watched him, every flex of his forearm punctuating each deliberate movement. Slowly, he removed his pants, and the swell of his bulge through his briefs made my pussy clench in response. Finally, when he pulled me down entirely, I stared entranced at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
“Suck,” he commanded.
Without hesitation, I reached for his hard cock and brought it to my mouth, letting my tongue swirl teasingly at the tip as he groaned in response. He gripped my hair, pulling it back as he pushed his full length down my throat. A sharp tear stung at the corner of my eye. I let my tongue glide along the underside of his veiny cock, a soft moan escaped me.
I took him deeper, sucking until my jaw trembled, unable to continue further.
“Good girl, you look so good taking my cock in your pretty mouth” he murmured rawly, Those words pushed me to suck harder, spurring a need I hadn’t expected.
Reaching for the nightstand, he tore a condom from its packet. Realization of what was about to happen crashed over on me. This wasn’t how I had envisioned losing my virginity. I had imagined it to be on a bed of roses with my boyfriend, not with a stranger who embodied the allure of a Greek god.
“What is it?”. He asked.
“Nothing,” I replied.
I didn’t want him to know this was my first time.
He slipped on the condom, giving me a sly tease before pushing into me. A sharp cry of pain burst from my lips.
“What the fuck! Are you a virgin?” He demanded.
“Yes, I managed, tears threatening to spill.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”.
“I didn’t want you to take it easy with me.”
“I never go slow, but I will for you.”
With that, he pushed into me again, this time with a slower, gentler rhythm. He thrust in and out until I adjusted to his size, and then he quickened his pace. an intensity I never knew I craved. In one fervent moment, the condom broke, and he went in raw. I didn’t stop him.
My breasts bounced wildly from the force of his pounding. And my mouth fell open, robbed of words, as another orgasm began building within me.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, lowering his head to sink his teeth into the soft curve of my neck as our cries of release filled the room.
Panting, he slumped beside me. I slowly rose and went to the bathroom, needing space to clean myself up and gather my scattered thoughts.
When I finally returned, I found him once again absorbed in his phone, brows furrowed in concentration. I moved to my side of the bed, closed my eyes, and let silent tears track down my face. each drop a butter reminder of what I’d just done.
I woke up to the weight of a hand pressed on my belly. Turning, I saw him still asleep, his face bathed in the soft glow of morning sunlight.
I quietly shifted him and stood up, my soreness a painful reminder of yesterday.
Without much thought, I tiptoed to where my clothes were laying on the floor, picked them up and left the room.
I dressed in the living room, making sure I made no sound so he didn't wake up.
I was going to pretend yesterday didn’t happen, if I leave before he wakes up he has no chance of finding out who I am and I hope I never see him again.
With this thought I slipped out of the apartment shutting the door firmly behind me.
Luckily, I flagged down a taxi outside the building.
I entered it without looking back.
It was 7.00am when I got home and I knew mom was still sleeping. Papà had gone on a business trip, he would have been livid if he knew I didn’t sleep at home.
I set my heels down, tiptoeing through the hallway, but before I could reach the stairs, a voice cut through the silence.
“Elena?”
I froze.
I turned to see my sister standing in the doorway of her room, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrows raised.
She was still dressed, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist. Her dark eyes, so much like mine, skimmed over me with sharp intuition.
“Where have you been?” Alessia asked.
“Gosh you scared me! I started, but she cut me off.
“That’s not my question”
“Don’t make noise or mamma will wake up” I cautioned, though her tone softened as she followed me to my room.
“Well, answer my question” she said as she followed me to my room.
Making sure the door was locked, I dropped my bag and started undressing.
“Elena” she pressed impatiently.
““I slept with someone yesterday,” the words tumbled out before I could stop them.
Her eyes widened. “Wait… what?”
“I—” I bit my lip, struggling to find the words. “It just happened. I wasn’t planning on it, but I…”
Her gaze sharpened. “Who?”
I hesitated. “I don’t know.”
She blinked. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.
“You can’t be serious right now, you slept with a total stranger you met at the club? What on earth came over you, this is unlike you”
“I know, you don’t have to make me feel worse about it”
She reached for my hand, squeezing it. “Talk to me”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “It wasn’t bad. It was…” I hesitated, my mind flashing back to him. the way he kissed me like he was claiming me, the way his hands made me forget everything except him. “It was intense.”
“I just don’t want to see him anymore”.
“I don’t know about that, this city might be big but the people are connected to each other”.
“If Mamma and Papà find out, you will be in big trouble”.
They won’t.” I cut in, firm. “No one will.”
Alessia gave me a pointed look. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, forcing myself to believe it. “It was just one night. I’ll never see him again.”
I didn’t know then, how wrong I was.