DEFLOWERING THE VIRGIN SMUT WRITER

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“This is f*****g insane.” I mutter to myself while packing my belongings and putting it inside a blue suitcase, the toiletries going to my purple pouch and straight into my apple green duffel bag. I have weird colors here but why it should matter is I simply don’t know, one thing though that I’m sure is that I shouldn’t have agreed on living with this handsome demon but he practically gave me no choice.

/Flashback/

“No. This is insane. I refuse to live with you.” I huff and cross my arms on my chest. f**k him sideways, forwards, backwards but there is no way I will live here. I have a life of complete isolation from the world-okay that’s exaggeration but still, I live it, not to mention I have works piling up.

“And why not?” Derek raised his brows and looks at me.

“Because I have- umm, work and a life to live. In fact, I should finish my new publish before its due.” I put my hands on my hip. Given the chance, I would probably smack him upside the head. He then reached for his back pocket and pulls his phone out. He taps on it for a few seconds before the familiar sounds of our conversation- I mean his conversation with my drunken self.

“Thank you! Can you be my boyfriend now? You can have my virginity!” my drunken self stated happily.

Feeling embarrassed, I smack his hand away. “That was a CCTV footage and recording of your scene in my office. I could directly send it to your parents. So whether you like it or not, you have to obey me.” Derek leans in. His warm and minty breath is fanning my face. I close my eyes as he leans in closer and take my bottom lip in between his parted ones. He continues on kissing me, thrusting his tongue and coaxing mine with his warm saliva. I whimper and moan, submitting myself to his skillful mouth.

Just as when I was about to jump into action, he pulled back. “Shall we go get your clothes now?” he asks while smirking smugly at me. My jaw dropped in surprise. He just stole my first kiss and first make out!

“You’re a jerk.” I stated clearly. He just laughs at me and I scoffed back.

/Flashback ends/

And that’s how the cookie crumbles-not.

At this point I am really certain that after I get off this deal, I should get my head checked. This is purely and utterly madness. Ugh, remind me to paint my walls with bold letters stating “ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ATTRACTS DANGER AND JERKS.”

“Are you done mopping? Kiss Mr. Apartment goodbye, were going.” Derek reminds. I fight back the urge to throw something his way and boy did I fight well. He struts out of the room and I sigh. This perfectly reminds me who the heck is misanthropist here?

He drops me to his flat and drove away after giving his orders that I should clean and yada yada yada. Thank God then, he wouldn’t be there to bother me as he works. I proceed to work, again debating if I should clean it to perfection or just simply burn it down. I should clean right away; I have a manuscript to finish later.

Vacuuming the carpet, changing the curtains and cleaning the counters squeaky clean. Proud at my work, I proceeded to cleaning the guest room before moving to clean his room or he may put it our room.

I quickly changed the sheets and the pillowcases. Throwing the garbage to the trash chute beside the laundry chute in the bathroom, damn, I just made this room cleaner than ever. I lay on the soft mattress. It’s so warm and fluffy. I reach towards his drawer to see what he hides in there.

Hmm, there’s a perfume on the drawer along with some hanky and tissue. I held a bottle of clear liquid. What is this? Lotion? Hand sanitizer? I pop the cap open and brings it to my nose, the scent of candy and peppermint drifts to my scent. I read the label and I swear, the bottle flew from my hand to the farthest corner of the room.

“Who has the right mind to buy peppermint and candy scented lube?” I whisper to myself. I pick the bottle again and put it on his drawer again. I rummage through his drawer once more; a box hidden in the farthest corner caught my attention. I pull it out and open it. Its pictures. Numerous pictures of different handsome and beautiful personality, some even have letters attached, others have luxurious trinkets like rings, bracelets, key chains and- f**k me well. Is this the people he dated before?

The sound of the door closing and footsteps made me jump up. I put the contents inside and slid the box back into its place before lying rather quickly and pretending I’m asleep. I can’t believe it. That was all of the people he dated? I mean, that’s a lot, like plenty lot.

I feel him enter the room and tossing his jacket aside. I shot up when he pounced on me. “Gotcha!” He says. “I know you’re not asleep. Your breathing patterns are uneven.”

I shot him a look. “Well f**k off jerk.”

I stand up and headed for the door when I feel his hand yanking me back. Of course, stubborn me yanked my hand back to, he yanked it again and now were playing tug-of-war, using my hand instead of a rope.

“Let go you sexy jerk!” I shout, not really thinking about it.

“No! This is for the sake of Narnia!” he weirded out. What the heck? Narnia, seriously? If my arm is not hurting I would probably laugh my ass off.

“Ugh.” I yank it back again, full force now when he loosen his hold a little. Derek stumbled forward, landing on top of me.

“Get off, you’re heavy.”

“No. I like this position.” He argues back and presses himself against me more.

“Well, I don’t so get off.” I try to push him away. It’s not that he’s heavy, if anything, I find it really sexy and if he won’t get off, I will definitely pop a boner, talk about horny and awkward.

“I make the decision in this relationship. I wear the pants.” He let himself fall forward, with the use of gravity I feel like I have crushed myself. And what’s with pants?

“I wear pants too. It’s not like I’m transgender. I’m gay but Ugh! Get off, you’re crushing me.” I give up seconds ago pushes him off. It’s tiring and I’m lazy.

“Okay, I’ll get off but,” he says and smirk. “Lap dance for me.”

I swear this guy will be the death of me and it haven even been a week since we met. I smack him in the head cuz I’m totally defeated right? Why not add fuel to the fire? “Get off. I’ll do it.” I gritted out.

He beams in triumph and pulls out his phone and docks it on the speakers. Soft note of Pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard assaults the room. Nice, now I got to be a w***e. He sits comfortably on the bed. “Lap dance and strip for me baby. “

Wait what? Strip? When did I agree to strip? “I didn’t agree to strip.”

“Then we can just go back to that position-“

“Okay! I get it! Lap dance and strip.” This asshole will definitely get a piece of my mind and strength when this whole deal thingy is over. I start to sway to the beat erotically and wave my hand slowly, toughing spots of my body and w*****g around.

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He licked his lips in anticipation and this boost my ego. I’m hot, I knew it! I start to remove articles of my clothing, starting from my shirt. I toss it aside, still dancing to the beat. This is easy breezy. I’ll just follow the things that I make my characters do in my stories.

My face heats up immediately due to the sight in front of me, he’s sporting an erection and he’s palming it unashamed. The little me immediately jumped to action. I turn around, let’s see who would jump. Mom, Dad, brothers and God, forgive me for I have sinned by doing this shameful lascivious act. I shake my bum erotically, damn get me a video cam and record it, this’ll sell. I really got no shame; this guy had shattered even my poor pride.

I fumble with my belt momentarily, after a few while; I got it off, dropping my pants in the process. My pale complexion came into a view and I kick my pants to the side. I am currently wearing a red boxer, to my annoyance and his pleasure, which emphasizes my skin. Of all those days I could wear this, why now?

“Damn you’re hot.” Derek motions me forward while palming his erection. I approach him slowly until the beat came to a slow stop. He sits me on his lap before flipping us over, trapping me beneath.

“I thought you said you’d let me go.”

“Shh.” He shut me off by capturing my lips. I responded shyly, closing my eyes tightly as the sensation overcomes my whole being like water washing my soul. He asks for entrance by licking my bottom lip, I gasp in surprise when other than that, he pinched my thigh. He wastes no time in sliding his skillful tongue towards my parted lips, expertly memorizing my mouth, exploring corners through his curious tongue.

I let out a breathy moan when he palms my erection through the fabric of my confines. It was less than a second before my boxers flew away, leaving me buck naked like the day I was born. The cold air from the air conditioning system didn’t do any justice to my scorching hot skin due to the intensity of our activity. I can’t even find the will to push him away or tell him stop.

I let him trail his tongue lower as he pumps my raging hard on. And boy did he pump it slowly until pre-c*m starts to leak from my erotic faucet. I feel his tongue on my belly and I grab hold onto his hair, damn this is hot.

I arch my back in surprise and pleasure when he took my hard on to his mouth, bobbing it softly and playing with my sack, adding enough pressure to drive me crazy. He took it in one go and I find myself screaming in pure ecstasy. Without warning, I shot my load to his waiting mouth and he swallows it all. Some drops dribble past his lips and he trail it with his fingers dragging it to his sinful lips.

I pant breathless from the activity we just engaged from. That was damn hot and tiring. He left towards the bathroom and I find myself floating, soon, I was out like light.