Page 31 of Worth Loving You

“Oh, my Lord.”

“Yup. Said I touched him inappropriately and I got fired.”

“Jesus, Chazzy. What the hell did he do that for?”

“He said it was his way of clearing out competition since he knew I was going to turn down his offer.”

“He said – what, you mean you talked to him?”

My lids rounded for a second, my heart skipping. Talked, shouted, begged, cursed, begged some more.

“As soon as I left her office, I went straight to his apartment to rip him a new one.”

Yet, I was the one who got ripped. An image of the blood-stained sheets flitted in my thoughts. When Milo crawled out of bed so we could eat some lunch, his cock, groin, and thighs had been smeared with my blood. Horrified, I had looked down, seeing it all over me, as well.

Of course, that only turned him on more and next thing I knew, he was pinning me to the mattress and eating me. He ate me out with my dried blood on my skin. I hadn’t even had time to be horrified and disgusted before I was bucking into his face and screaming with an orgasm.

Who does that? Who goes down on a woman who has bled? It was sordid and…and…Well, I did cum in record timing. Within two minutes, I had been breaking. I must not have been that appalled.

“What happened?”

“Well, I cursed him out, I slapped him across the face…”

“And?”

My eyes closed, my anxiety heightening. I had no idea how she was going to react to my confession. When I told Dave, it was no big deal, because he didn’t know I had been a virgin. Jennifer did. She was the best friend I had, it would kill me to lose her respect.

Lowering my voice, I squeaked, “I slept with him.”

Silence.

After about fifteen seconds, I peeked through my lashes. Her mouth was open, and she was slow blinking, her complexion blanched.

“You didn’t.”

My brow creased and I pouted. “I did.”

“Can you explain a bit?”

A shoulder rolled slightly. “I mean, he was coming on to me and I was telling him no the whole time, but Christ, I didn’t mean it! I wanted him, I just…didn’t want to admit I wanted him.”

“Obviously, you gave in.”

“Eagerly,” I whispered.

She tossed the pizza to the box, wiping her fingers on her jeans. “Wow. So…how do you feel? I mean, my first time, it hurt so bad, I hated every bit of it. It was over in about five minutes, and I cried for hours. Are you okay?”

“It hurt, all right, especially since he showed no mercy.”

“He was rough?”

“Oh, yeah. Just grabbed me, aimed, and rammed it in there, nice and hard.”

“Why would he do that?”

I rolled a shoulder, tracing circles on my knees. “It hurt for a few minutes, then he started saying all kinds of dirty talking, touched my clit, and I was fucking soaring through the clouds.”

Her brows shot up. “You had an orgasm durin’ your first time?”