Chapter 13 It all started wrong (+19 mature content)

The warm liquid flowing inside my mouth was something I had never experienced before. And with him still firm and hard, inside my mouth, I felt like I was choking. Who the hell ever said that the feeling of a guy's cum inside your mouth was divine? This was just plain weird.

I couldn't swallow it like how they usually show in the videos I sometimes watched on the internet or read in fictional novels.

It started to ooze out of my mouth. And with him still pushing deep inside my mouth, I felt the need for more air. But his hands were at the back of my head, pulling it to take him all inside. I couldn't breathe as tears started to roll down my eyes.

He grabbed my face and made me look at him. He looked like he was also out of breath, but I couldn't focus as my vision seemed to get blurry with tears.

He slowly took himself out of my mouth to allow me to get some air. As soon as he was out, I almost collapsed on the floor, coughing with his warm liquid. He grabbed my hair a bit roughly, making me look at him once again. He let out a smirk- he liked what he was seeing.

"Why don't you swallow it?" He asked me with a hoarse voice. Yes, the pleasure was audible in his voice. I knew I couldn't do it, but I also did not want it to end; I wanted him more.

Between my hesitance to deny and accept his question, he carried me towards the bathroom. It surprised me a little bit. I didn't know what he was doing. But I put my hands around his neck and let him carry me.

"Why don't you wash it out then," he said as he put me down at the front of the bathroom basin. It was not a question but a statement. I was embarrassed. I wanted to appear wild and sexy, not someone who couldn't even handle a guy inside her mouth. All my boldness from before disappeared. I nodded at his suggestion and quickly rinsed my mouth with the water.

The cold water felt good, but then I felt him behind me- pressing his hard body against my back. He was still hard in between his legs- his body wanted more.

"Are you still up for more?" He asked as he pressed his lips on my shoulders, almost biting them. "You started it. Why don't you think of more like how you used the ice cream? My boy is still hard down here".

He pressed himself against my back, a bit harder this time. His breathing was getting heavier as his hands moved down my body. His hand grabbed my breast and started massaging them a bit roughly.

I let out a gasp of pain.

"What is it?" He asked me teasingly.

"It hurts…" I answered as I tried to steady myself.

It felt like my legs were giving me away, and I could no longer stand on my legs- they were weak from the pain or was it the pleasure? I did not know.

"Oh." He answered shortly.

He then started to caress my nipples, pulling them slowly at first.

I couldn't stand it and was slowly collapsing on the bathroom floor. He held on to me as his hands continued their work on my breasts.

"No…no…please…please…" I was almost out of breath. "It hursts…ah…."

He pinched them harder this time as a cry left my mouth.

"They are now as firm and soft, ready for a bite," he said, grabbing my nipples. He turned me around to face him and started sucking on them.

It felt wonderful.

His tongue playing around my breast made me feel like I was dreaming. His movements were rough, but I liked it. I put my hands around his neck, pulling him up in my arms. He was surprised and looked at me. Our eyes met, and as I went for his lips with a desire I never had before, we both knew we were so deep in this shit.

My tongue was inside his mouth, playing with his. I wanted to grab every part of him.

We were on the bathroom floor, him on top of me pressing himself harder as he claimed my mouth with kisses that left me breathless.

The next thing I remember was the feeling of his hardness slowly caressing the spot between my legs.

It jolted me.

NO! What the hell was I doing on a bathroom floor? I never wanted my first time to be somewhere like this.

Josh noticed the pause in my reaction, and so he stopped himself and looked at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

When he asked me the question, it felt like I was brought back to reality.

This was crazy. Was I really so sex deprived until now that I was ready to do it here on a bathroom floor?

I must have been mental.

"I…I…am…not…." But I couldn't tell him that this was not how I wanted our first time to be or probably my first time.

He stared at me for some time, but I couldn't look at him. I knew he was still hard, and he was probably waiting for it to be satisfied.

He slowly lifted me in a princess way and put me in the bathtub. I looked at him, surprised.

"I won't force you," he answered my unasked question as he turned the shower to help me wash.

I felt weird. I was doing these crazy things, leading him to think that I was ready and then stepping back at the last moment.

"I am s---," I started to say something, but he cut my sentence short.

"We will do it when you are ready," he said as he kissed me on the forehead.

I couldn't say anything. I let him help me to wash up my body as well as dry it. This whole process would have been a step for sex if not for me.

As he helped me dry, my hand accidentally brushed his manhood, still hard and firm.

While it sent jolts of excitement throughout my body, I did not say anything. It was as if we both were pretending it to be normal.

Once my hair was dry and all, he tried to carry me to my room.

But it felt awkward. So, I stopped him. He did not insist either.

"I will borrow your shower if it is alright," he said as I was walking out of the bathroom. I turned and looked at him. "I will have to take care of this little buddy down here," he added.

My ears instantly turned red when I understood what he meant.

I nodded at him without looking and ran back to my room. I quickly put on my clothes and went to bed.

But as I covered myself with the light blanket, I could still hear the water running in the bathroom. And before I knew it, I was already asleep.

I woke up the next day right at 6 am. I guess once you get used to a weekday timetable, even if you don't have to wake up at six on the weekend, your body still remembers it.

I looked around and realised that there was no presence of anyone sleeping along with me on the bed. I guess Josh must have left after he finished washing up.

So much for a sexy night with a hot guy!

How would I face him again?

I was the one who wanted to try these weird things and then let the whole show end without the final cut.

Stupid me!

Maybe I will be well-prepared next time; I thought to myself as I looked forward to the week and meeting Josh again.

But I did not see, nor did I hear anything from Josh for the next three weeks. And that was when I realised that it all started wrong.