Chapter 45: Chapter 45

JUNE

I stayed in the bath for a long time before I mustered the courage to step out with only a towel wrapped around my body. My legs shook as I took unsteady steps towards the king-size bed where Mark was currently lying, scrolling through his phone.

The moment he noticed my presence, he looked up, shocked, and his eyes racked through my body, starting from the head and down to my naked feet. He visibly gulped as he rose on the bed, discarding his phone.

“You—”

“Are you ready?” I closed the distance between us and touched his left shoulder, holding my breath as he shivered beneath my touch.

“I… June… "

“Shh,” I placed my right index on his lips and leaned down with a forced smile. “We agreed to this, didn't we? You are not backing out. Not when you have already agreed to it.”

I straightened and forced out a smile at the glint of anxiety in his eyes. He gulped, reached forward and removed the towel, allowing it to gather around my ankles.

I know I'm gorgeous with a body that's close to perfect, and seeing him stare at me like a fool made me feel beautiful.

If only Kristin would look at me in such an adoring manner, I wouldn't be here with another man. I would have been with him at this instant, having the time of my life, with his arms wrapped protectively around me.

“So beautiful,” Mark breathed, still looking at me in awe. His eyes twinkled in awe.

“Really?” I flipped my hair, trying to act like it was normal to be naked in front of my best friend. Well, I'm trying to act as normal as I could.

He rose from the bed, and touched me, causing me to shiver, not from pleasure, desire or whatever, but from my quivering nerves.

He leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my face to the side, and he kissed me on my left cheek.

“June?”

“Let's get this done,” I turned to him with a smile, pretending like it wasn't clear to me why I didn't let the kiss happen.

I pushed a stunned Mark on the bed and climbed on him, smiling as seductively as I could.

“Seems like someone is excited,” I touched his dick through his trousers, feeling it spring up and hoping to get aroused from what I'm doing.

I slowly unzipped his trousers and made to touch him, but he placed his hand on mine and paused the progress of my daring fingers.

“Mark, I —”

He flipped me so I was under him. Stunned by his actions because I wasn't expecting it, I studied him to know what the hell he was trying to do.

His eyes went to my breasts first before they went lower. He slowly licked his lips, making me feel a bit funny down there.

“I need you to know what you are getting into by doing this, June,” he started, enunciating each word so I clearly got the message. “I don't wish for this to cause a dent in our relationship.”

“No, it won't. You are just helping me scratch an itch.”

His face fell at my words, “Yes, scratch an itch,” he repeated, making me raise a brow at how odd he sounded. It's almost like there's something he's hiding behind those words.

He leaned down and kissed me on my cheeks before he went lower. He didn't try to kiss me on my lips, and I knew it might be because of what I had done earlier. He must have realized that I didn't wish to let him kiss me on my lips.

His mouth trailed lower, sucking as it went. Yet, I lay on the bed like a log, not giving out any reactions. I can't tell why it felt this way, but it did. Even when his tongue swirled around my nipples as his fingers went lower, I didn't feel a thing.

I was almost on the verge of telling him to stop when his fingers found my clit. Against my earlier thoughts, I moaned as an image of my uncle flashed through my mind.

As Mark fingered me, trying to get me ready, I imagined Kristin doing all those things to me. And when I moaned out loud, I felt guilty.

Here, another man is trying to make me feel good, but I'm still thinking of the man who rejected me. And what was worse? I imagined having him here with me.

The rustling of his trousers brought me back to the present. I blinked as I watched Mark remove his clothes before he joined me on the bed. Looking at his dick, which was hard and ready for a tryst in the sheet, I couldn't help but compare him to Kristin, who is well-endowed down there.

Mark isn't small, please don't get me wrong. He's almost the same size as Kristin, but I can't help comparing them.

Mark knelt between my legs, widening it a bit as he stared at my pussy. His dick twitched as he turned his attention back to me.

“It will hurt,” he said in a tight tone. There was this raw emotion in his eyes that made me gasp. It was almost as if he was trying to engulf me with that expression in his eyes.

“I know.” I took a deep breath, “Just put it in.”

I need to get rid of this. It almost felt like losing my virginity was like a punishment for my Uncle. I don't understand why I had such a thought, but I did.

With a strained smile, he slowly slid his dick into my pussy—well, the head at first.

“Fuck!” I screamed out at the burning sensation. Just the tip and it felt like he was about to rip me in two with his dick.

“Relax,” he gently placed his hand on my stomach. “Take a deep breath.”

“It hurts,” I cried out as a tear slid down my left eye.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don't.”

And I lay there, silently whimpering as he fully slid in. Not even my thoughts of Kristin were able to help me through it. His groans filled the room while I lay on the bed, waiting for it all to end.

This wasn't the sex I had read about. It's only pain and awkwardness I feel. I can tell this is his first time. It shows how much energy he is expelling.

And I couldn't be grateful when he finally collapsed on me, panting after his climax—luckily, he pulled out before he did so as we clearly forgot about a condom.

Careless, right?

“God, that was great,” he sighed.

“.... Yeah… Great.”