So turning back to the band, I took a deep breath. It was unreal, the way the audience seemed so oblivious, the music rising to fill the concert hall, echoing in my brain. Because I’d just let a strange man finger me in public, stroking my virgin flesh … and all I wanted was to do it again.
CHAPTER THREE
Donovan
Holy shit. Holy shit. I let myself back into my suite at the Club, doors hissing closed behind me, shaken to the core. Blindly, I lowered myself into a chair at the table, big frame tense.
Because the girl had been amazing. What was supposed to be an anonymous finger fuck had turned into so much more, gone beyond the strict confines of our illicit agreement. Because oh shit, she’d been so beautiful. The moment Rachel had appeared, I knew it was her. I’d been watching from the shadows and my eye was caught as soon as the curvy brunette stepped onto the second tier, pausing for a moment to catch her breath.
Holy mother of god, the girl was like a breath of fresh air on a rancid night, everything about her so sweet and innocent. She had curly brown hair, just like in her pic, but the photo hadn’t done justice to the caramel eyes, the pert, upturned nose and lush lips. Oh god, that pout was perfect, a light, natural pink, perfect for sucking cock.
But that’s the thing. I wasn’t gonna feel those lips on my dick, not tonight and not ever. I was here for a quick, anonymous finger fuck, nothing else. But even at this early stage, I knew it wasn’t gonna be enough. Because that body beckoned to me, making me go from alpha to triple-X alpha male, ready for the deep pound. Those lush, curvy hips flared into a giant bubble butt, one that begged to be drilled, and oh god, those breasts. Those huge, heaving tits were exactly my thing, the way they pressed out against her top, the stiff nipples obvious.
Because I’m a guy who loves bigger women. I love ‘em round, ripe, and luscious, and Rachel was exactly up my alley. She was no skinny bag of bones, no wasted skeleton with a dry cunt. I knew even from across the room that her pussy would be wet, that the flesh would be swollen, ready for me to fuck.
And as I watched, the girl took her pre-determined place on the edge of the bannister. Good. I like that spot, it gives ‘em something to grab onto, something to grip as their knees go weak and their cunts pulse. And I could see that the brunette was nervous too, those big eyes looking around, scanning the crowd, even if she couldn’t see me. I laughed to myself, a low chuckle, loving it. Shit, this baby girl was gonna get the ride of her life, she was gonna be screaming was I went to town on that wet cunt.
But that’s the thing. Rachel was so much more than just a wet cunt. Because she was a wet, virgin cunt. The girl was so innocent, so young, and there was no way I could have known. I didn’t ask her on-line, and she didn’t exactly say anything either. Nor would I guessed from her body language because the female had been so slutty, spreading her legs immediately, hell even spreading her ass cheeks and grabbing my hand to shove it in further. What virgin does that? What virgin is so ready to hump that she literally grabs a dude’s wrist to push him in more, to get as much finger as possible?
But it was absolutely, undeniably true. Because as my digit slid up that hot, slick passage, I felt it myself. My finger brushed against the spongy tissue, the unmistakable evidence of Rachel’s virginity and holy shit, but everything went haywire then. If I’d been rock hard before, then I went from rock to diamond, my cock jerked like a puppeteer had me by the strings, pulsing and ready to ream.
But I couldn’t take her. Even though I was tempted to pop my fly and push into that virgin cunt, even I’m not that much of an asshole. So instead, I popped my fly, letting the fuckmeister out, and focused on working the girl, enjoying her breathy little moans, the way Rachel rotated her hips as I fingerfucked that vag silly.
But the surprises never stop rolling because as the brunette burst beneath me, as the female positively shattered, cunt clamping again and again, I did something out of character. My fuckrod erupted as well and right there, in the concert hall, I unloaded gallons of jizz on the sweet girl’s behind, covering her rump with the good stuff. Oh yeah, there was hot semen all over the sweet thing, running down her ass cheeks, trailing down her thighs, even coating her asshole. I even could see a rivulet dripping into her crack.
And shit, that’s what really makes me pause. Because shooting my jizz doesn’t happen. Sure, I’m turned on by the anonymous fucks, I love feeling pussy clench around my finger, I love when pretty cunt gets wet and wild at my dirty fingerings. But for me to come? Naw, not that. I’ll get home and beat one out in the shower, but generally, I don’t get that aroused at the site. Generally, I’m in perfect control of my body, holding it in until I’m back at the Club, in the privacy of my rooms.
So what the fuck happened? Why the fuck did I erupt like a fourteen year-old boy during his first time, blasting the sweet girl like I had no control? Frustrated, I let out a roar and did the only thing at hand. Grabbing for my laptop, I booted it up and immediately surfed to the Discreet Encounters website.
Unsurprisingly, Rachel was logged on. Good. Even though we’d only had our encounter a half-hour previously, the green light was steady and unblinking next to her name.
DONNY: Hey.
Pause. Was the girl going to reply? Was she going to acknowledge me? Or now that we were done, was I toast? My heart bumped for a moment as I stared at the screen. But then ellipses appeared, indicating that someone was typing, and a reply popped up on my screen.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Hey yourself
DONNY: Get home okay?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yeah, thanks.
Okay, that was an inoffensive start. Promising.
DONNY: So … what’d you think of tonight?
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: It was good, thanks.
Another pause. What do you say to something like this? Her reply was so general, giving nothing away. But the hungry alpha in me took over.
DONNY: So you wanna do it again?
Another short silence.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I’m not sure.
Not sure? Holy shit, tonight had been fucking amazing. But I instructed myself to calm down. Rachel couldn’t sense my hunger through the computer screen, and that was probably a good thing. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I went casual.
DONNY: Why? Something not work for you?
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I thought this was a one-time deal. You said so when you set it up, remember? So why do you want to do it again?
She had a point and I paused before typing.
DONNY: You’re right, I did say that. But I had a good time, so a second round sounds right.
I could almost hear Rachel biting her lip, fingers poised above the keyboard.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Maybe …
What the hell? Usually I have women kneeling at my feet, begging for a taste of my body. This was so bizarre that again, I went out of character. I began pursuing Rachel like a horny, hot-blooded male, and not a cold, ruthless asshole.
DONNY: Did you not have a good time? Sweet thing, from the way that pussy spasmed, from the way that cunt juiced, I’d have to say you had a great time.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I mean, yeah, I did have a good time, but …
DONNY: But what?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, I mean, what did you think of the fact that I’m a virgin?
A pause. What did I think? It was fucking fabulous that’s what, I thought she was one in a million, that I’d gone panning for gold and actually come out rich. I thought the brunette had the most delicious hymen, one that made me hard even now, dick dying to punch through that barrier and make her into a woman of the world.