22. Yours

Playlist for this chappie;

Dangerously - Charlie Putt,

Why Do I Love You - Westlife,

I Want It That Way - Backstreet boys,

What I Want Is Want I Got - Westlife. (For the Last Scene)

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Warning: This chapter fully contains an erotic scene. Please skip if you're below 18 or not comfortable reading this. I don't want any mean comments.

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Enjoy the moment while it last, yet get prepared to face the harsh side of reality on the morrow.

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I WATCH AS HIS SHOULDERS lifts, rises and he lets out a shuddered breath.

"Max," I whisper gently but impatiently, waiting for him to look up to meet my eyes and respond with words, but he doesn't. He had grown so full and swollen that the bulg in his pants pokes my front, because my leg is still wrapped tightly around his hard waist.

Feeling ashamed and embarrassed because I have never been this way with anyone, never told anyone I want them, I attempt to yank my leg away, but his hand slides up to my lap and grabs, gently yet firm, then he finally looks up to meet my eyes. His eyes are full of need, and they plead with me to keep my leg where it is.

"Say that again." He whispers huskily, cupping my bust that a low moan shamelessly escapes my mouth.

"I want you, now."

"Again." He orders, voice hoarse with lust as he presses his head against mine.

"I want you."

"Say you want me, say my name."

"I want you, Max." I moan louder this time as my heart thud violently between my chest, because he palms my boobs, causing unexpected heat surge through me, and transports itself from my boobs, down to my stomach, which generates bittersweet sensations on the pit of my stomach and renders my knees weak.

There is a sudden throbbing pulsate between my legs and I feel a slick wetness dampening my panties like I'm having my period.

Can it be?

"Good," Max says, sliding me out of my thoughts. "Because you're going to have me now, Kate." He whispers, slides his hands down to my panties, and rubs slightly, then swallows my moans this time, before wrapping my other leg around his waist and pulls me away from the kitchen counter.

The small amount of traveling to the bedroom is a series of kisses, filled with touches which spins my world, has my eyes traveling to the back of my head, and makes my body ache and vibrate with longing, lust and desire.

He places me gently untop of the bed that my long blonde hair spreads out, and he rests his weight untop of me, handcuffs my wrists and pulls them above my head with his large hands.

Tracing wet open mouthed kisses from my neck, to my boobs, he lifts my shirt up and place a soft kiss on my navel with his hot gaze fixated on me. There are even beads of sweat on his forehead which the lines has crisped into their insides.

I'm breathing really hard, and watch him watch me as he frees my wrists, slidse his hands to my thigh, down to my the skirt of my dress. He raises the skirt up then takes a look.

Then he returns his green eyes back at me with fire in them that I audibly suck in my breath from the lust I see in them.

"So wet for me." He murmurs, rubbing his fingers on my panties clad vagina, never taking his eyes off me for a second.

He rolls his weight off me, stands up, pulls his shirt, and discards it on the floor, followed by his boots, then his pants. My eyes feasts on his well toned muscles, his six packs, his abs which is moist with sweat that I discern he too, is feeling the fireworks like I am.

He stands in front of me just in his plain black tight fitted briefs, looking really tall, masculine and sexually painfully beautiful.

I look at him, really look at him.

The corner of his mouth twitches into a smug smirk because I'm openly ogling at him.

The bastard.

And when I think he's going to climb back into the bed and kiss me. He suprises me by pulling me off the bed.

In less than a minute, he is pulling my shirt off my head, and my skirt off my legs.

Leaving me in nothing but my red cotton bra and matching panties.

My breath gets hitched up in my throat, because his eyes slowly moves from the crown of my head to the soul of my feet.

And then it hits me hard that I'm going to do something I have never done before.

I'm going to have sex.

I thank my stars that the blonde perverted Juvenile molester didn't succeeded in taking advantage of me, grateful that I want to willfully loose my virginity to someone I had feelings for.

This will be the first time the opposite gender would see me without any clothes on. Except the times Dr Grey did X-rays on my naked body to check on how I was faring, and when I went to renew my boobs surgery. But I had no intentions of having sex with them.

Who even said you look like a female?

You look like a man in feminine clothes.

You're so ugly and disgusting.

Those awful words of him comes slicing into my head, and I gulp out of shame and embarrassment, that I'm standing practically nude infront of him.

All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body.

And here I am, with those fake large boobs and tiny masculine body as he'd pointed out. Here I am standing in front of him.

I fight and loose the urge to cover my boobs with my hands. How did we even get here?

I let out a shuddered breath, wondering how I ended up here, with him, with someone so despicable like him.

This doesn't feel right, no, it doesn't feel right at all.

I can never forgive him for the punch, and insults.

He body shamed me.

Anger envelops me and I squart with a huff to pick my clothes on the floor, to shield the body he'd insulted away from him. I feel him gently grabs my wrists.

"Hey, hey, I'm so sorry. I know I can't erase the insults and fix the damages." He looks away from me, discerning my sudden anger and distress, he lets go of my wrists. "I'm fucked up, this is fucked up. I shouldn't have led you this far after the things I said. I'm really fucking so sorry, Kate. And it's okay if you don't want this with me. It's all my damn fault."

His shoulders sags in sadness as he goes to pick his clothes. He has withdrawn himself from me into his shell, like a vulnerable five year old who was rejected candies by his mom.

He looks cute this way.

I suck in my breath, having no clue on what is wrong with my brain. He had apologised to me right? He did apologise, and the way he is avoiding my eyes makes my chest bubble with stupid emotions.

I have ruin the moment because my mind kept traveling to the past.

But I want him.

I want him more than anything, I was ready for the romance, the sex. God! Whatever he has to offer, I am ready to accept.

"Let's do this, Max." I whisper, my anger deflating.

Instantly, he snaps his head up at me from the couch he'd been sleeping on earlier and shakes his head slowly, in disapproval.

"We really shouldn't."

"We should."

There is a short pause, before he asks.

"Are you sure about this, Kate? I totally understand if you don't want this with me. You don't have to feel sorry for me, it's not my first time getting rejected. It just hurts that the girl I'm completely into doesn't want to have sex with me because I fucked things up."

I respond by throwing my clothes on the floor and hear him suck violently in his breath. He stands up and advances towards me.

I lean forward, kiss his chin, rub slightly on his chest and stroke his nipples.

I've known Tristan practically all my life, dated him for a year plus, denied him of sex. But here I am, willing to have sex with a boy who I just knew in less than a month.

How ironic.

Gladness overwhelms me when Max groans deeply into my mouth this time, and pulls me till we fall on the bed together.

He covers me with his large lean body, angles my head and leaves open mouthed kisses from my jaw line to my neck, making bittersweet pleasure wound up my chest.

His hands finds my boobs, and he cups the large swell of them through my bra and fondles them.

We both groan together.

Burying his face on my boobs and trailing hard kisses on them, he snakes his hands to my butt and cups them too, before rolling his weight off me, takes my panties off, raises my knees up, nudges my thighs apart and positions his face in front of my vagina.

"So beautiful," He murmurs kissing the tip of my vagina, and fixes his dark lust clad gaze on me again. While I just lay on the bed, not moving or breathing, just staring at him as he stares right back at me down my vagina.

I take a sharp intake of breath. His eyes are so green and stormy that it's impossible not to get lost in them.

With shame and embarrassment heating up my cheeks and surging through me, I attempt to pull away, but he holds my legs, gently, yet firmly and steadies me back on the bed.

"Let me." He pleads, and without waiting for anymore response from me, he slides a finger inside my vagina. And starts pumping in and out of it, causing my moans to fill the atmosphere.

And then, the tiny fire in me is set ablaze when he stares up at me and sees that he is pleasuring me, he slides his second finger in, and accompanies it with his tongue this time.

His tongue is wild and searching as he licks into my clit, rotate and smoothens the surface of my vagina. While his fingers thrusts even harder, as if seeking entrance of something.

That alone drives me to the edge.

My weak legs and knees vibrates as I out cry in abandon, when I feel something really painful, yet sweet and chilly, building on the pit of my stomach.

Max stops working on me with his mouth and fingers, then says with a voice too raspy for his own good. "Wanna make you cum with me inside of you."

Then, he unclasps my bra, leaving me completely naked and let his fingers roll on my nipples, takes one hungrily into his mouth, and sucks hard on it.

He takes his weight off me after giving my left bust the same treatment. And he stands up, search for something inside the the bed head drawer and brings out a condom.

How did he know where the condom was if he didn't often bring girls here?

I let my thoughts wander and feel sick with jealousy, thinking about him being with other girls.

What ever it is, we are meant to enjoy this moment and think about the consequences tomorrow.

He tugs his briefs off and I gasp.

My eyes widens and my cheeks heats up in embarrassment when I see his huge hard length. The tip of it is awfully pink.

"I know you're a virgin." He states, standing naked in full glory.

"How do you know, is it that obvious?" I ask, watching his hungry gaze fixated on my boobs.

He shakes his head no, climb into the bed then said. "I know a virgin when I see one."

I nod, pull him up to me and kiss him hard on the mouth.

His lips has a different taste now, they taste salty because he'd used them on my private area.

He breaks the kiss then informs me it is going to hurt. I nod and tell him I know.

He joins our body to together, and I let out a gasp and stiffen at the sharp pain when he tries filling himself into me.

"Don't be scared, it's going to hurt a great deal, but I promise you, I will take care of you." He assures me.

Lips sealed and gaze fixed on his, I take a hard dry gulp, and give him a firm nod, ignoring my subconscious that warns me promises are meant to be broken.

He starts filling himself into me again, and I bite my lip hard, while he clenches his teeth and mutters "Fuck!" When the veins stands out on his neck.

Gradually, his cock starts painfully filling into me slowly, and he buries his head on the crook of my neck, while I cling hard unto his sweaty back and dig my claws into his skin.

I gasp audibly when the bonds between my hymen gets broken, and his dick plunges even further. It creates a sharp unbearable excruciating pain that I cling harder unto his back.

We stay like that, with me panting really hard and making attempts to regain conciousness. I'm glad he doesn't move any further because what just happened is earth shattering.

After what it seems it five minutes, I order Max to continue because I want to know what it really feels like to come.

He kisses me gently and begins pumping his hips, slowly moving in and out of me.

"You feel so good, Kate...so tight." He moans and gasps out the last word, as he claims my mouth and kisses me hard.

Judging by his expression and words, its certain I am what he really wants.

My heart is beating really fast as my moans suppresses his, and he swallows them, all of them.

He knocks my darn breath away.

I know sex is an easy thing that happens between two people, but what is happening feels more than sex to me. It's something words can't describe.

I dig my sharp half eaten claws into his shoulders when I feel it again. It's my climax, building up and transporting it's way to every of my insides, as he claims and possesses my all.

I let out a helpless cry when I finally come and cling harder on his back when the pace of his hips increases on a steady rhythm, digging and seeking entrance until he can't go any further.

Hearing the sound of his skin slapping against mine, the vulnerability of his moans, and the feel of his sweat dripping it's way down like a light drizzle to my body makes me climax even harder, causing my eyelids to quiver as my eyes roll back into their sockets.

His body stiffens, and the moan that leaves his mouth this time is filled with pleasure, pain and relief.

He pulls out, discard the used sperm filled blood coated condom into a nearby trash bin, and collapses on the bed next to me.

"That was the best I've ever had." He tells me when his breathing has slows down to normal, and he pulls me up to him and limbs his body around me.

I let my body rest against his, still recovering from the aftermath of my orgasm.

Right now, sweaty bodies are clasped together like sardines in a can.

"Those where the best minutes for as long as I can remember." He murmurs softly, flicks my hair away from my face, tucks it behind my ear, and kisses the top of my head. Staring down at me with his eyes softening, his lips curves into a huge boyish beautiful grin that I have never seen on his face, until now.

"M-me too." I stutter hoarsely.

Wow. I just lost my virginity at age sixteen, to my step brother of all people.

It's absolutely insane.

Now I know why people made a great deal about sex. Other than, what just happened between us two, I have no idea, but it sure was beyond sex.

With my senses kicking in that, when we leave this place, we are going to face the harsh side of reality.

I say after a gulp.

"Let's stay here for a couple of days, No school, no family, friends or anything."

He frowns at the thought of it for a spilt second, then lifts his eyes up to meet mine. His thick eye lashes are longer than mine, that they create a shadow on his cheek bones. Even the storm of lust has left his green eyes, and currently they are replaced with warmth. The bruises on his nose are slightly healing, even the cut on his perfectly shaped lips. His jaw has a stubble that hasn't been shaved in a few days.

It's just incredibly unbelievable that this beautiful male just had mind blowing sex with me.

"You sure about that?" He murmurs in between pressing a soft kiss to my ear.

I nod, knowing it is wrong but feels right in everyway.