85 Virgin Sins: Taboo Runs Wild

Best Friend's Roommate..#TWO

~~Shirly~~

While his breath grazed my skin, every nerve in my body screamed in arousal. I couldn’t believe how someone could be so smug, so rude… yet just the press of his skin against mine was turning me into a trembling, dripping mess.

"Maybe I don’t want to know… you can forget about it… he’s my… and I know he wouldn’t have said anything bad about me to your new guest…" I gasped, trying to sound calm, to reassure him… even as my p***y pulsed and throbbed under his touch.

But I wanted to know. God, I wanted him to talk, to tease, to make me ache. I wanted him closer—wanted the heat of him pressed against me until my fantasies, the ones I’d been hiding, threatened to explode.

And I couldn’t help it—I had always imagined Lucien, breaking me open, taking my virginity with that c**k I’d been dreaming about.

And now a stranger in my brother’s house, his roommate maybe… the thought of surrendering to him, of letting him have me, made my cunt clench and my breath hitch. I wanted him—wanted him filthy, wantonly, dangerously. I wanted to melt under him, to scream his name as he buried himself inside me.

Every inch of me screamed for it. Every gasp, every shiver, every slick press of my thighs begged for him to claim me. And I would give it—every moan, every whimper, every drop of me—if only he’d step closer.

"I think I’d just… sit here in the sitting room… until Lucien gets back from work—or wherever he went…" I said, breaking free from him instantly.

I stepped back, my body trembling in both fear and… something else. Damn, I should be rewarded for resisting.

"I thought you wanted a bath or something? I could show you the bathroom…" His voice was smooth, smug, every word dripping with that arrogant confidence.

He started moving toward me, but I was quick, circling the sofa and plopping down, trying to keep my control.

"I’d be doing all that when Lucien comes back…" I tried to sound casual, but my legs betrayed me—they clenched tight, and I felt heat pooling between them. I swore, if he came any closer, my body wouldn’t obey me anymore. It would just… open, shameless and wet, for him.

"Running? I mean, you just said a few minutes ago that you wanted a bath…" His voice pressed in, closer this time. He was standing right in front of me.

"Can you not be a jerk and stop bothering me, huh? Be a gentleman and drop whatever game you’re playing… I don’t even know you… I’m just meeting you…" I tried to cut him off, but he interrupted me effortlessly.

"My name is Damien…" he said, slow, deliberate. My brain registered it, yes—but so did my p***y. Heat pooled, throbbing at the sound of his name. Wetness dripped, unbidden, and I was acutely aware of every inch of my body betraying me.

"Well… I wanted to say I didn’t care about knowing you…" I trailed off, suddenly unsure if I even meant it.

He chuckled softly, that infuriating flirty grin curling on his lips. Then, casually, he perched himself on the center table. Legs spread, hands dropped behind him for support, leaning back as his gaze locked onto me. Fully. Intensely.

From the way he was sitting, I could see the ring at the tip of his cap, glinting slightly against the sweatpants. My eyes traced the line, and I realized just how long it was—too long to ignore.

Even though it wasn’t hard yet, the sheer size made my stomach tighten, a mix of anticipation and something darker stirring inside me. My fingers itched to reach out, to feel the heat and weight of it, but I stayed still.

"I’m sure you’d like to know a lot about me while you’re staying here… don’t you, pumpkin? No… I believe you would…" His voice was low, rough, but so damn intoxicating.

I hadn’t even been here a few hours, and he was already giving me a pet name. My cunt twitched, legs inching instinctively away from him—but I gritted my teeth, clinging to control. I had to fight it… at least for now.

His eyes didn’t move from mine. Every heartbeat made the wet heat between my thighs throb more insistently. I wanted to sink into the sofa and hide… but my body betrayed me, already reacting to him.

“Relax, pumpkin,” he said, that low, teasing growl brushing over me like a touch I could feel in my bones. “No need to hide. I can see everything you’re feeling… every little twitch, every drop of wetness.”

I shivered, pressing my thighs together, desperate to stop the slick from soaking my panties. “I… I’m not feeling anything,” I stammered, lying through my teeth.

His grin widened, and he leaned forward, slow, deliberate. “Oh, really? Not feeling this?” His hand hovered near my leg, the brush of his fingers against my knee enough to make me gasp. My legs jerked slightly apart on their own, betraying me.

“I… I… stop…” I whispered, my voice trembling, but I couldn’t move away fast enough. My body was already betraying me, craving every inch of him.

“I'm sure you're already wet, pumpkin,” he said, low and deliberate. “Do you even know how much I want to taste you right now? How much I want to feel you squeeze me, to hear you moan my name?”

I swallowed hard, cheeks flushing, trembling from desire and fear. “I… I… I can’t…”

He chuckled, dark and slow, leaning closer so our noses nearly brushed. “You can, and you will—as much as your body is already begging me.” His hand slid slowly up my thigh, grazing the slick spot that had betrayed me. I gasped, hot and wet, my fingers gripping the sofa as I tried to resist.

“I… I…” My voice broke, helpless. My mind screamed to run, but my body was betraying me, already quivering at the contact, at the way he spoke, at the raw, filthy power in him.

“Shh… don’t fight it,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my clit through my soaked panties. “I just want to see how much you need me, even if you pretend you don’t.”

I bit my lip, trembling, thighs trembling, body arching toward him even as I tried to pull away. But it was useless. Every inch of me screamed for him, every nerve was on fire, every gasp and whimper a betrayal of my resolve.

“No…” I hissed, jumping up so fast it felt like the couch had scorched my skin. My body was on fire, slick and trembling, my legs still weak from just a touch, from just the sound of his voice. I needed to get away, needed air… needed to quench the ache pooling between my thighs.

That’s when Lucien walked in.

Time froze. My chest tightened, my wetness suddenly feeling like a secret screaming in the open. Damien’s smug grin didn’t falter—if anything, it deepened, dark and wicked.

“Lucien,” I croaked, trying to steady my shaking voice. “You're back, I have been here... ” I stumbled over words, my face burning with heat, and not just from shame.

Damien leaned back on the table, legs still spread, eyes still locked on me, unbothered by the sudden intrusion. “Oh… he’s back. Perfect timing,” he said, that low, teasing drawl that made my thighs clench tighter.

Lucien’s gaze flicked between us, confusion knitting his brow. “What… what’s going on here?” His voice was sharp, wary, and I felt the guilty pulse in my stomach spike—part fear, part shame, part… inexplicable longing I couldn’t admit.

I wanted to hide, wanted to run—but my body had already betrayed me. Every twitch, every wet throb, every flush screaming that Damien had done more than talk… that my body had answered him when my mind screamed no.

Damien’s grin widened, cruel and knowing. “I was just… keeping her company, Lucien. Isn’t that right, pumpkin?” His voice dropped low, laced with that filthy dominance that made my chest heave and my p***y tighten without my permission.

I swallowed hard, legs trembling beneath me, fingers gripping the sofa for support. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to escape. But I couldn’t ignore the wet heat that clung to me, the way my body remembered every touch, every whisper, every deliciously dirty thing Damien had made me imagine—and feel.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. I could feel the tension crackling between the three of us like fire, dangerous and hot. And I knew, deep down, this was only the beginning…