“Yes. Joshua did as well. He drove around separately, and Andrew came up.”
“Andrew?”
Had Andrew come up last night after his party?
“Yes, Andrew wanted to help me. While Alison, Joshua, and I drove around, Andrew stayed at the house in case you came home. Sam came over as well.”
“Dr. Chisholm?”
“Yes, pup. You mean a lot to quite a few people. When everyone went home, Andrew stayed and talked with me for a little while.”
“I’m sure Elise loved that,” I said.
James smacked my ass again, which made me smile. I wiggled my butt against his groin as I thought about how incredibly full he made my ass feel not very long ago. I loved it and wanted more. It dawned on me that this was really my first time. My mind went back to the first time with Sebastian, but that wasn’t my choice.
“Your dick—” I began to say, but was distracted because a tear ran down my face. It dripped from my cheek and landed on James’ arm that my face rested on. Did he feel that? James’ hand moved from my chest, and he sat up a little.
“Brandon,” he whispered and wiped the tears that had collected on the bridge of my nose.
He was probably wondering why the fuck I was crying.Join the club.I sniffled and then slowly exhaled. I almost choked on a sob because I was getting ready to say something, and then my mind got side-tracked. I worried that he was going to think that he hurt me. I started talking about his dick, and then the tears started. If he thought he hurt me, then he wouldn’t fuck me again.
“Wait! I’m not crying because your dick hurt me; please don’t think that,” I finally said.
He stared down at me and kept swiping at my tears.Why was I fucking crying?I thought this shit was done and over with. I hadn’t spontaneously cried in a long time. I could tell that he wasn’t jumping to conclusions, though, and he was waiting for me to finish talking.
“You didn’t make me cry or hurt me in a bad way. I loved what we did, and I don’t have any regrets. I don’t know why I started crying; I’m sorry.”
“What were you thinking about, pup?”
“I was thinking about how much I loved what you did to me. All of it. Then I started to think about how it was kind of my first time. Then I thought about Sebastian and wondered if all the shit with him counts—”
“It doesn’t, Brandon.”
James leaned down and pressed his lips against my cheek. I felt more fucking tears threatening.
“Brandon, come here, my pup.” James sat up and put his legs on either side of me. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned his chest against my back. “Listen very carefully, pup. Are you listening?” I nodded. “Sebastian didn’t take your virginity, Brandon. You willingly gave that to me. You and I shared something consensual. You gave those despicable people nothing. They took from you, but you did not give them a thing.”
I nodded and then leaned my head on his upper arm. We were quiet for a few minutes as I thought about how happy it made me feel to know that James considered this my first time too. At least, my first consensual time.
“As you were fucking me, I wondered if you could tell that I had been used before. Like, if I wasn’t very tight.”
James’ laugh vibrated from his chest through me.
“Believe it or not, Brandon, you felt nice and tight to me. I loved it and wouldn’t change a thing.”
“So, I don’t have a gaper?”
“No, not at all.” James laughed and kissed my shoulder.
“I’m sorry about the tears. They just came out of nowhere,” I apologized again.
“Brandon, I knew this could be emotional for you. Please don’t apologize, pup.”
“Okay,” I replied and kissed his arm.
“Do you want to tell me about the ATM withdrawal?” he asked.
I knew that was a loaded question. I could dance around it and simply tell him that I was taking money out to go get some clothes today. It was the truth, but I was sure he was referring to where that money came from. Quite frankly, it probably had him worried. I didn’t want to worry him anymore.
