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FUCK. ME. MY SWEET little nerd is naked except for those glasses. She’s spread herself wide, and she’s watching porn while playing with that little pussy I only let myself imagine at night when I’m stroking my own dick.
Well, she’s not playing with it now. Her mouth is shaped in a surprised “O” and she’s blushing. Hell, I’m blushing. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed before.
She sits up quickly, her headphones wire jerking her. “Oh my God!”
I should close my eyes. Turn around. Do something. But I just stare, and my dick presses against my zipper and I can’t stop the gruff noise from escaping my throat when she bends over looking for clothes to cover herself.
“I’m sorry, Megan.” I have momentarily forgotten how pissed I was a second ago when I charged up the stairs to read her the riot act for not locking the front door behind me like I’d told her to.
She holds a pillow to her chest. I don’t like her covering herself. I have to fight the primal urge to pull the pillow away so I can have my fill of looking at her. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’m a bastard for looking and a bigger bastard for wanting more.
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought you heard me. I knocked. I called your name.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
I lower my voice, trying to calm her freakout. “I left my wallet in the study, so I had to come back for it. You didn’t lock the fucking door behind me.”
She raises her eyebrows.
Maybe I am out of line, but I don’t give a shit. “What if it wasn’t me? You left yourself unprotected. Anyone could have come through that door.”
My adrenaline starts pumping again. I’m pissed. Angry at her for not being cautious. Angry at her old man for leaving her unguarded. Angry at myself for not making sure it was locked before I left.
“Right now, I wish it was anyone but you.”
Her words are a cold spike into my heart. “What? What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have been raped or worse. You need to protect yourself. What if someone wanted to hurt you?”
She closes her eyes. “This is the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
I look around the room and don’t see anything readily available to clothe her, so I reach back to pull my own shirt off.
When it’s over my head, I catch the incredulous look on her face. “What are you doing?”
I toss her my shirt. “Put this on.”
She stares at me. Her eyes big and round, her cheeks white like a ghost.
“What? Did you think I was going to hurt you?” I ask. And I’m the one who’s hurt. I thought we had a kind of...I wouldn’t call it friendship exactly. But I thought she at least trusted me. “Did you think I would force myself on you? Just because you were naked?”
She twirls her hand to get me to turn around. Like I haven’t already seen her? Whatever. I turn.
“I was just surprised to see you taking off your shirt. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. And I doubly know just seeing me naked wouldn’t make you want to ravish me.”
I turn back toward her, ready or not. “What are you talking about?” She’s got me so tied up in knots—I think I’ve gone through every emotion I know in the span of five minutes.
Megan shrugs. “I’m not your type. I’m sure, even naked, I’m not your type. Can you go now? Get your wallet. I’ll lock the door this time.”
“Megan—”
“Please. I’m mortified enough. Please just leave me alone. I know you didn’t mean to see me, and I know I’m...not much to look at. But I do have some pride.”
I’m in too deep of water here. She’s suffering from a case of confidence that I could fix. That I want to fix. But that would be a horrible idea, no matter what my cock is saying. If I tell her how she turns me on, then I could lose this job. And many other jobs after that. She might even have me arrested. It doesn’t look good, me half naked in her bedroom uninvited.
If I don’t tell her, she might go on thinking she’s undesirable or some shit. I don’t want to scare her. But I don’t like the hurt in her eyes. Not when I know I could fix it.
Either way, tomorrow is going to be awkward as hell, so I might as well just put her mind at ease.
“Baby, you don’t even know how much you turned me on.” Fuck, just looking at her in my t-shirt is making me crazy. Knowing she’s going to smell like me. Knowing my skin has touched where her skin touches. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She shakes her head slowly.
I take a step closer to her bed. Slowly. Trying to make sure she doesn’t feel trapped or intimidated. But part of me wants her to be a little wary. I’m a fucking predator now. I want her to know it. I want to see it in her eyes. “You are. I don’t know who told you that you aren’t my type, but they were wrong.”
“I’m nobody’s type,” she tells me in a small voice. “I’ve never...you know.” She realizes that her laptop is still playing porn, so she closes the lid and covers her face. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t be like that, Meg. Don’t be embarrassed.” Is she trying to tell me she’s a virgin?
She’s naked and untouched. My blood is pumping so much to my dick, it’s a miracle the seams of my jeans are holding up.
“Don’t be embarrassed? You just walked in on me masturbating.”
“And I liked it. A lot.” I cup my cock through my jeans. “A whole hell of a lot.”
Now that the first rush of her embarrassment and my anger has run its course, my mind keeps replaying the vision of her lush body. Her round, small tits. Her flat tummy. The way her hips flare out slightly, hinting at a voluptuous shape.
Her perfect pink pussy. She’s not shaved like the women I usually see. The ones I used to bang from the bar or the ones in porn. That makes it even hotter for me. She’s perfect the way she is. I don’t know why. Maybe that makes me some kind of pervert.
I can tell by her wary expression that she doesn’t believe me, but her eyes are drawn to my growing package and she blushes. “I’ve never been asked out on a date. That’s why I know I’m nobody’s type. I’ve never been kissed. Never...you know...”
“Been fucked?”
Her eyes go owl-big under those big black framed lenses. She’s not used to rough language. I guess I’ve tried to keep it polite between us, but when I get turned on, my mouth goes directly to dirty talk and swearing.
Everything about her is calling to my primal instincts now.
“Say it,” I tell her. I can’t stop myself now. Something feral inside me grows stronger every minute I’m in this pink room. I can smell her, and it jacks me up.
“Say what?”
“That you’ve never been fucked.”
“I’m...I’m a virgin.”
I shake my head. Lower my voice even more so she knows I’m serious. That I’m in charge. “Say it,” I demand.
I want to dominate all that sweet shyness. Make her submit it to me. Claim her.
She takes a deep breath. “I’ve never been fucked.”
Fuck. I should go. I know I should. But knowing she’s never even been kissed is the hottest thing she could have told me. Like an erotic challenge.
I don’t back down from challenges. You didn’t get far in my neighborhood if you did.
“You’ve never seen a guy’s cock before?”
She glances at the closed laptop.
“I mean a real man’s cock, baby. Not a movie.”
She shakes her head again. Swallows hard. Fuck. I want her so bad. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. I want to fuck her, yeah. But I want to make her feel good. Not just physically. I want to make her feel whole. Take that sadness and shame away. Who the hell am I to think I can do that for her?
But I’m too gone to turn back. “Say it,” I tell her again.
“I’ve never seen a real man’s cock.”
“Do you want to?”