Chapter １７

I stare at him in disbelief as he takes a shot, and then I feel a strong hand grab the back of my neck and pull me upright. My vision blurs and then blurs even more when David McGuire removes a lime from my lips. Clearly, this is not a kiss. Not even close to a kiss. Still, I attempt to draw him back to me by shoving my hands down the front of his shirt.

Naturally, he refuses to budge. He simply gives me this look of disappointment. That person is "so effing simple to seduce."

It hurts to hear what they say, yet the pain just makes me cry more. "I'm not, at all." Why I'm arguing against it, I can't say. This is the kind of dude I'd want to be seduced by. Absolutely not; that's not fair. I want to be annihilated by him.

“All it takes is some young arrogant thing licking on your breast and you’re panting for it.” He creeps closer and puts his hands on my hips, till I open my legs to accommodate him. Saying, "I bet you'd fuck him right here on the bar, wouldn't you?"

No, he's not the one.

I feel a pull at my bikini bottoms as he plays with the strings. To not the point of being undone. It's enough to make me want more. Don't treat me like I'm unique or anything. You were probably surprised to see me tonight. In other words, you're going to allow one of the young men in the group talk trash about you. He gets further closer to the speaker. As in, "I bet you'd let him take you to that corner booth and fuck him right here."

My response would be, "No, I wouldn't." I shove at his chest, only partly seeming to be alarmed. Give me some fucked-up credit, okay? Yes, I'm a complete virgin.

David stops dead in his tracks, his eyes wide. Saying, "What did you say? You have never been with a man before? How?”

Please, for the love of god. What does he think I'm trying to say now that he believes I mean it I lean back, bracing myself on one hand, and slide my free hand down my body to touch between my thighs. Yes, David There has never been a finger on this pussycat, who is now 19 years old. You can just mosey on out of here; I'm not fucking just anyone tonight.

His reply lags behind by a full minute. The surprise in his voice will disappear after that. "No, celebratory girl. I won't be leaving this innocent kitten here alone. Just do it. Before I can say anything, he has already taken action. And just like that night, he throws me over his shoulder. Now, his hand is much higher on my thigh than it was that night; it's almost touching the bottom curve of my ass.

When he puts me on the sofa and reclines next to me, I immediately want to get up, but he hooks my waist and pulls me back down onto one hefty leg. "Anna, I want to have a chat with you."

“Great. Amusing, just right. To this day, I still have to work a bit to feel the full force of his arm around my waist. It's a slow struggle that David encourages even though it brings my swimsuit perilously near to exposing me every time I do it. My shirt is now crooked and my pants are untied on one side, but I'm sure his hand never touched them.

The pressure of his hands on my neck calms me down. The speaker says, "Take a look at yourself. You claim to be chaste, yet your tits and pussy are on display for anybody who wishes to look. His huge hand comes down to cup me in between my thighs. I love this possessive touch so much. His remarks had increased my excitement even more. Put on some clothes or at least a blanket so it doesn't seem like you're inviting trouble.

A somebody much like you?

At my shrine, he hurls a curse. It's not that, Anna. unlike me. In short, I'm just watching out for your safety. His fingers glide almost instinctually on my pussy. If you were a decent girl, it would be much simpler.

When asked, "What do you mean?" There's a noticeable change in the quality of my voice, and I've given up the struggle. Holding on to his muscular arm, I change positions, pressing my pussy against his fingers. I'm a virgin. The question is, "How much of a nice girl can you get?"

You're rubbing yourself all over me right now, and you want me to believe that?"

In other words, "I take no responsibility for this." But I keep going. I simply give a tiny whirl around the hip area, hoping he'll bump against my clit. As the saying goes, "It tastes too delicious to quit."

I know I should, and I should. His voice is utterly tortured. It's seductive to the point that I nearly make an immediate appearance. This time David's finger muscles are really working. Right this second, you should tell me to stop touching you.

I glance across the room and see that he has cleverly placed us in front of the big mirror. I sigh, "Take a look at us." "Your hands are very attractive on my body."

I will protect you, birthday girl. What the f*ck is going on here?

Skating down his arm, I reach out and take his hand. When I open my legs and sway my hips, his fingers sink into the crooks of my body. The fact that it's incorrect makes it feel better, the speaker explains. When I put pressure on the back of his hand, he glides his fingers into my skin. Not going far enough, and it seems especially unclean to settle for less.

“David?”