Chapter 2
Chapter 2:
“Okay,” I shuddered under his touch. Jed was known to be a bit rough. It was behind-the-club gossip that his exes talked about how he’d fuck them to the bed and leave love bites and bruises in the morning.
The idea of losing my virginity and being taken care of by an older man was so exciting that I missed all the red flags. Jed had been sweet with me for the last couple of dates. By the end of the day, all I wanted was to be in someone’s arms. Maybe someday, I would be truly loved. Yeah, someday for sure. Being adopted had made me realize that I was unwanted and unloved the moment I was born.
Then my adoptive parents had put the last nails in my coffin, securing the dark thoughts that always lingered in my head.
“Oh, Remy, tell me, is it true that you’re still a virgin?” Jed finally asked after our third date, as he was undressing me in his bedroom.
“I am,” I smiled shyly, feeling nervous. I wanted things to last between me and Jed, hopefully for a couple of months. I knew it wouldn’t be forever, not for people like me. I liked his apartment, and I wanted to stay there longer than a month. It was no secret that Jed liked to keep his boyfriends close, and I had no problem with that, as long as I could escape the blistering cold of my tiny apartment with no proper heating. For original chapters go to.net
“Fuck, gorgeous and willing. Why don’t you kneel for me and let me shove my cock through those pink lips of yours?” And so I did. I opened my mouth and let him in, relaxing my throat.
The older man groaned and thrust in and out. It didn’t take long until I was on all fours, and he took my virginity. He was gentle at first, as if he were cherishing it, until I slipped out a moan, and then he went wild.
Two hours later, I was sore while he cuddled me, but all I wanted to do was take a shower. Somehow, the sex didn’t feel as wonderful as the ones in romance novels, and the dried cum itched. But I didn’t move out of the bed because I wanted to please him, letting him hold me and pressing his sweaty chest against my back until he finally snored. I gently pushed away from him and quietly went to the bathroom to clean myself.
The next couple of months flew by easily. I was fucked, sheltered, and fed, all while trying to find a proper job suited to my art degree.
“I know not to get my hopes up,” I told my best friend and fellow bartender from Zephyr, Marx.
“Yeah, your ex-virgin ass isn’t going to entertain him much longer.
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The man built Zephyr for his personal enjoyment. But tell me, are you sure you’re okay?” I wasn’t, but I didn’t tell him. Instead, I hid my duffle bag under the counter and started preparing drinks for Marx’s table.
The chirpy twink grinned and took his table’s order in seconds.
When no one was looking, I wiped my tears and took a deep breath before plastering a fake smile on my face. Being subtly pushed out of Jed’s apartment felt like a low blow. I thought we were going somewhere. I lasted more than three months with him, which was a couple of months longer than many of his conquests at Zephyr. I knew this because they talked.
The last couple of weeks staying at Jed’s apartment hadn’t been enjoyable. He had been rougher than I’d liked, with less aftercare.
The club owner had only two modes when it came to sex: rough and rougher.
The next day, I would wake up with bruises on my body and a sore ass. But when he jokingly mentioned that he was going to let his friends have me while he watched, I became terrified. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or if this was his way of pushing me out the door. I chose to believe it was the latter, and that was when I packed my bag to leave his apartment and head straight for work.
It was closing time when I waited for everyone to leave before I could slip out with my duffle bag. But Dodge, the biggest bouncer in the club, told me that Jed wanted to see me in his office. He winked at me, as if something naughty was about to happen between Jed and me. I put on my fake smile and thanked the man.
“You’re leaving me?” Jed asked as soon as I entered his office. He was sitting behind his desk and motioned for me to close the door behind me.
“Um, I thought you were done with me,” I replied, hoping he was indeed done with me.
“Come here,” he called me closer, turning his chair to face me, and spreading his legs. I knew it was a silent command for me to kneel before him.