Take My Virginity

Desmond looks down at me as if I am actively hallucinating. The absolute silence in the hallway is deafening as my explicit demand hangs heavily in the air between us. He blinks a few rapid times, his striking green eyes widening in pure, unadulterated disbelief, trying to process the sheer audacity of the words that just left my mouth. For a split second, he looks like a man who has just been struck by lightning.

Before I can even blink, his hand shoots out. His large, warm fingers wrap securely around my upper arm. With a swift, commanding motion, he physically drags me inside his apartment, desperate to prevent the nearby neighbors from overhearing my blunt request.

The heavy wooden door clicks firmly shut behind us, completely sealing us in. He doesn't immediately let go of my arm, and the firm, grounding pressure of his touch sends an involuntary spike of sensitivity shooting straight through my nerve endings.

"Are you high?" Desmond demands, his deep voice deadly serious. He releases my arm only when I roll my eyes and intentionally step back to disengage myself from his grip. He rakes a frustrated hand through his damp, blond hair, exhaling a harsh breath. "You're definitely high on drugs. That’s the only explanation for this."

"Why are you looking at me like I've completely lost my mind?" I snap back, instantly crossing my arms over my chest in a defensive posture. The sudden movement makes my breasts bounce noticeably in my cleavage. I swear I see Desmond's intense gaze instantly drop to my chest for a fraction of a second, completely drawn to the motion, before he aggressively forces his eyes away, staring firmly at the wall behind my head.

He lets out a heavy, tired sigh. "Because you seem to be out of your damn mind, Rosalie," he says, his tone laced with exhaustion and disbelief. "Are you even listening to the words coming out of your own mouth right now?"

"Yes, I am listening to myself, and I am entirely serious," I assert fiercely, standing my ground. I refuse to let him make me feel crazy for wanting to finally take control of my own body. "I want you to take my virginity. Think about it logically, Desmond! It makes perfect sense. You're incredibly handsome, women are constantly throwing themselves at your feet, and you have vast sexual experience. You're famous for your flawless one-night stands! You are the absolute perfect candidate for this."

"You're not serious," he repeats, his jaw clenching tight.

"Yes, I am!" I insist, my voice rising slightly. "Besides all of that, you're my friend. I trust you."

"And I am your father's best friend," he strictly points out, his voice dropping an octave, stressing every single syllable to ensure the gravity of the situation sinks into my brain. "Need I also mention the glaring reality that I am a full ten years older than you?"

"That just means you have more experience! And honestly, that is exactly what a virgin needs so it doesn't hurt!"

Desmond lets out a dry, humorless laugh. He crosses his own arms over his broad chest, his muscles flexing visibly beneath his shirt. "Let's consider for a second that none of that matters—which it absolutely does. But even if we ignore all of that, the answer is still no. I completely refuse to sleep with virgins. I don't do it."

"Why?" I ask, my defensive anger immediately deflating into deep physical frustration and genuine disappointment. I shrug my shoulders helplessly.

He sighs again, visibly grinding his teeth as he looks at me. "Rosalie, you shouldn't act out like this just because things didn't work out with that asshole. You're still incredibly young. Surely, you'll meet a good man who will actually be worth the wait..."

"No! Stop right there," I interrupt him loudly. The mere mention of Nolan makes a fresh wave of resentment boil in my stomach. "I'm not doing this to get cheap revenge on him. I'm not looking for payback." I turn away from him, frantically beginning to pace around the spacious living room, finally letting my heavy emotional guard down. My nerves are entirely flared up. "You don't understand anything... It's not like I actually wanted to wait this long."

Desmond's brow furrows in deep confusion. I walk over to the kitchen island and heavily sit down on one of the barstools, feeling the exhaustion of the past four years weighing down on my bones.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks quietly.

"Because Nolan constantly claimed he wanted to marry a virgin, I had to refrain for four long years!" I explain with raw vulnerability, my voice cracking slightly. "But while I was diligently holding back and saving myself for our imaginary wedding night, he was actively sleeping around with other women! I was physically frustrated for four years, Desmond! He had the absolute nerve to treat me like a perfectly saved meal, claiming I was his favorite food that he was leaving to eat last. I am not seeking revenge. I just want a desperate end to this prolonged physical frustration. I'm tired of having to satisfy myself alone in my bedroom. I feel like an absolute idiot for wasting so much time."

Desmond approaches me in complete silence, his mind seemingly racing with a thousand heavy thoughts. He stops right in front of the stool where I'm sitting, his towering presence commanding the space.

Averting my eyes in deep, crushing shame, I stare blankly at the pale skin of my exposed thighs. The heavy weight of my deepest insecurity finally claws its way up my throat. I swallow the lump of unshed tears. "You know... Nolan never even tried to touch me properly," I confess out loud, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "I can't make a man horny... maybe the problem is me."

The silence in the room instantly shifts. It transforms from tense to incredibly thick, crackling with an undeniable, sudden electricity.

"You're not the problem, Rose," Desmond murmurs. His voice has completely changed. It drops into a low, husky register that vibrates straight through my chest, instantly making my skin flush with heat.

When I shyly raise my eyes to meet his, I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. To definitively prove his point, he steps closely forward. Without a single word of warning, he firmly parts my knees with his strong legs. He steps right into my personal space, intimately fitting his large, solid body directly between my open thighs.

Resting his large hands heavily on the kitchen island behind me, effectively caging me in, Desmond deliberately presses his heavy hips flush against mine.

All the air is violently knocked out of my lungs.

The unmistakable, thick feeling of his hard erection pressing directly against my core completely leaves me breathless. Even through the layers of our clothing, the rigid, throbbing reality of his arousal is undeniably massive and solid between my legs.

I sharply hold my breath and tightly seal my lips together, desperately trying to keep the scandalous moan building in my throat from escaping.

A discreet, dark smile slowly touches the corners of Desmond's lips as he looks down at my flushed, shocked face.

"See? You are definitely not the problem," he says in a low, wicked murmur. He takes one of his hands off the cold marble counter, slowly sliding it down my arm until his palm rests hotly on my hip. He pulls me slightly closer, grinding the heavy bulge of his hard-on even more firmly against me. "I haven't been able to forget the vivid sight of you standing in my hallway in that sheer white underwear. I've been having a very hard time wiping that image from my mind... as you can clearly tell."

Intoxicated by the massive waves of radiating body heat rolling off his chest and the heavy, intoxicating scent of his woodsy cologne sinking deliciously into my skin, my body acts entirely on instinct. I tightly wrap my bare legs around his narrow hips, locking my ankles behind him to anchor his heat against me.

Desmond sharply inhales, visibly surprised by my bold movement. He tightly closes his eyes, his jaw locked tight as he visibly fights a deeply losing battle against his own iron restraint. I can feel the erratic, heavy thud of his heart pounding against his ribs.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he groans, his voice tight with agonizing denial. "You are... my best friend's daughter."

"And nobody needs to know," I murmur back defiantly, leaning forward just enough to brush my lips teasingly against the rough stubble on his jaw.

Slowly, I slide my trembling hands directly down the front of his dress shirt. I trail my fingers over the hard, tense planes of his stomach, eventually reaching the leather waistband of his pants. With a rush of pure adrenaline, I brush my knuckles intentionally against his throbbing bulge.

His final thread of resolve completely shatters.

A hoarse, rough groan tears out of the very bottom of his throat. He instantly drops his hand to catch mine, firmly holding my hands back for a split second. He leans his forehead against mine, panting. "Rose," he breathes out, a breathless, desperate whisper against my lips. "I don't want to physically hurt you. You have an absolute lack of experience."

Feeling his sheer, intimidating size pressed so heavily and ruthlessly against my core, I finally understand his deep hesitation with virgins. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is huge. But my body doesn't care. My body is a hot volcano, years overdue for a violent, messy eruption, and all I want is the man standing intimately between my thighs.

"I don't care," I whisper back fiercely.

His remaining sanity completely snaps in half.

Desmond violently grips the back of my nape, his large fingers tangling deep into my hair. He fiercely pulls my face up to his and crashes his mouth over mine in a fervent, deep, wet kiss. He aggressively parts my lips, his tongue plunging directly into my mouth to explicitly intertwine with mine. The kiss is utterly dominating, tasting of raw, unhinged lust.

Simultaneously, he pulls my hips aggressively forward. He explicitly presses his throbbing hard-on perfectly against my sensitive center, mercilessly grinding against her. The friction of his thick erection rubbing firmly against my clit through my wet panties sends blinding, white-hot sparks of sheer ecstasy exploding through my brain. I whimper loudly into his mouth, my fingers desperately digging into his broad shoulders.

He reaches up with his free hand, roughly hooking his fingers under the delicate straps of my top and my bra. With an impatient, hungry pull, he lowers the straps entirely off my shoulders, fully exposing the hot, flushed skin of my breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He presses his broad chest heavily against my bare skin, crushing my sensitive breasts against his hard muscles as the grinding between our hips becomes more frantic and desperate.

We are mere inches away from entirely crossing the line, completely consumed by the blinding haze of lust, when the sharp, piercing ring of the apartment doorbell suddenly echoes through the living room.

The sound is jarring, but we completely ignore the first chime. Desmond just groans into my mouth, angling my head to kiss me deeper, grinding his hard erection against my wet core with a renewed, desperate rhythm.

But then a second, frantic, extended ring tears through the air. The relentless buzzing shatters the erotic bubble entirely, forcing our swollen, wet mouths to finally part.

Desmond freezes. With his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his hard-on violently throbbing against my sensitive center, he remains completely still for a torturous second, breathing heavily. He lets out a harsh, annoyed grunt. Flushed deep red with unsatisfied desire, he presses a lingering, apologetic kiss to my hot cheek.

"I'll be right back," he whispers thickly, stepping away and completely withdrawing his intoxicating heat from between my thighs.

My heart pounds wildly against my ribs, beating so fast I fear it might break through my chest. As Desmond walks toward the front door, I frantically scramble on the barstool to fix my messy clothes. My hands are shaking uncontrollably as I pull my bra and top straps back up over my exposed breasts, desperately trying to smooth down my disheveled hair and pull my skirt lower over my thighs.

The intense, lingering haze of arousal is brutally shattered the exact second Desmond opens the front door.

"Vera?" Desmond’s deeply surprised voice calls out.

My stomach instantly drops. I cautiously slide off the stool and walk over to the hallway to see who is standing at the door.

My eyes land on a tall, stunningly beautiful woman. She has perfect, flowing blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a flawlessly slender figure. She is breathtaking. She is exactly Desmond's typical type—the kind of woman he effortlessly takes home.

And she is my complete, absolute physical opposite.

A sudden, heavy knot of devastating sadness and deep, burning embarrassment violently rises in my chest, threatening to choke me. The stark contrast between us makes me feel incredibly small and entirely foolish. My sudden visit just interrupted his scheduled plans with a gorgeous woman who actually knows what she's doing in bed.

Swallowing the bitter taste of humiliation, I step fully into view. I place a gentle hand on Desmond's frozen, tense back, forcing a painfully sweet, completely fake smile onto my face.

Pretending absolutely nothing scandalous just happened between us, I say loudly, making sure Vera hears every single word: "Thanks for the advice, Desmond. I'm going home."

Desmond fearfully pulls his arm back from the doorway, completely clearing the path to let me pass. He doesn't say a word to stop me.

With my cheeks burning with hot, agonizing humiliation, I keep my fake smile plastered on as I quickly pass Vera. I hurry blindly across the hallway, my hands trembling as I quickly fish out my keys and unlock my own apartment door.

I slip inside and immediately slam the door shut. Leaning my back heavily against the solid wood, my knees threaten to buckle. I lower my wet eyes to the floor, my chest heaving with silent, ragged breaths.

Pressing my ear against the cold door, I intensely listen to the hallway outside.

Through the thick wood, the muffled, distinctly feminine sound of Vera's voice drifts clearly into my quiet apartment.

"...I guess you're free now?"