Chapter Four - Deprived

Jayce

I won’t lie, watching Rose become weak for me is turning me on. My cock is throbbing in my trousers.

I dance my fingers towards the valley of her breasts. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper. Rose moans under my touch.

I can see her hardened nipples peek through the material of her dress. She is turned on. I wish I could push her down on the sofa and fuck her. I won’t, though. I can sense she isn’t experienced. I don’t know how inexperienced she is exactly, if she is a virgin or not had a lot of sex, but my gut tells me it is one or the other.

Rose doesn’t answer at first, so I still my hand.

“Rose, answer me,” I state firmly.

She opens her eyes, which are dark with lust. Her tongue darts out of her lips. “No,” she finally breathes out.

“No what, pretty eyes?” I need more of an answer. I don’t want to overstep.

She whimpers. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

I smirk, running my fingers between her breasts and down over her right nipple. Rose gasps loudly, and her head falls back. I do the same to her left nipple, getting the same reaction.

Fuck! I am so damn aroused. I can’t handle the noises from her lips or how her body reacts to me. If my cock gets any harder it will burst through my trousers.

“Rose, when was the last time someone touched you?” I ask.

With how breathless she is, I guess it has been a while. Rose suddenly becomes nervous. I stop what I am doing and pull my hand away. Rose looks at me, or glares is probably a better word. She is not happy.

I chuckle at her reaction. “Answer my question,” I demand.

Rose draws in a breath. “It has been a long time.”

“Rose, have you ever been with a man or a woman?” I’m not sure of her preference. She may like both.

“Um, yes.” Rose breaks eye contact with me, her lap suddenly becoming interesting to her. It makes me wonder if she is lying to me.

“Tell me the truth, are you still a virgin?” I am one who gets straight to the point.

“No, I have only been with one man,” she whispers.

“Why? You are beautiful and sweet. You can’t be lacking offers.” There must be a reason for it. Maybe she was with him for a long time. Rose shifts in her seat; my question seems to make her anxious.

“When I-I-I say I have been with one man, I-I-I mean I’ve only ever had sex once,” she stammers out.

I am a little taken aback. How can she have only had sex once? “Once? Why?”

Rose lifts her head to look at me. “Because I didn’t like it. I got no pleasure from it.”

How can someone not enjoy sex? Sex is amazing! It is good for the mind, body, and soul.

“Whoever he was must have been terrible at sex.”

Some men are useless and selfish. They don’t know how to pleasure a woman, or they just don’t care as long as they get off. I hate assholes like that. Sex is for the two or however many people involved, not one.

“Or perhaps my body isn’t built for sex.” Rose sounds sad and disappointed with her statement.

“Rose, if your body wasn’t made for sex, you wouldn’t be so turned on right now. Your nipples are hard, your breathing is heavy, and I am sure your panties are wet.” When I mention her panties, I raise my brow at her, hoping she will confirm I am right.

“They are,” she blurts out.

I love it when I make a woman wet without barely touching her. It is a skill of mine.

“The problem doesn’t lie with you. You just haven’t been with the right man.”

She bites on her lower lip. “Maybe…” she trails off.

I think it is time she experiences pleasure, with her permission of course. I won’t fuck her because it will be too much for her to take. She needs to ease into it.

I rest back on the sofa. “Come here,” I insist and pat my lap.

Rose seems hesitant. I half expect her to run away as I watch her as she fights with her thoughts.

“Why?” she asks softly.

“Because I want you closer,” I rasp while tracing my fingers on her thigh.

Rose stands, and I wait for her to head straight for the door. She proves me wrong. She stands between my legs. I sit up so I am at eye-level with her breasts. She looks down at me through her long lashes.

I smirk up at her and reach for her hips. I use them to pull her onto my lap. She giggles when I do, but her giggle soon becomes a moan when planted firmly on my lap.

“Y-y-you are hard.” Rose seems generally surprised.

“Yes, I am. You aren’t the only one who is turned on.” I groan and rest my hands on her ass.

“I am the cause of it?” she breathes out.

I roll my hips up against her. “Yes. My cock has been throbbing since the second my eyes fell on you.”

Rose moans loudly at the small friction. Christ, I would love to hear her moaning while she is naked below me and I’m buried balls deep in her pussy. I am getting ahead of myself.

“Fuck,” she whispers between her now heavy breathing.

I grip her face in my hand, and she groans.

“Kiss me,” I command, inching my lips closer to hers.

Rose shudders in my lap. She is quick to close the space, and our lips clash. A deep, throaty, groan falls from my lips the second they do. Rose whimpers and fists my shirt. I run my hands down her back, retaking her ass in my hands. I use it to press her body tighter to mine as the kiss becomes heated.

Fuck, her lips feel good, but I need more. I force my tongue past her lips to find hers. She doesn’t deny me, and our tongues mesh together in desperation. My need for her grows with every second our lips are connected.

Rose entangles her fingers into my hair, tugging it roughly. She rocks her hips against mine. It is nearly enough to make me come. My hard on is getting painful.

I part from her lips because I need to catch my breath. I realize she needs a pause too because she is struggling to catch hers. Rose’s eyes are closed, and her cheeks are flushed. What a damn sexy sight.

I dip my head down while her eyes are shut and kiss her neck repeatedly. Her skin tastes sweet.

“Mmm, it feels good, Jay,” she cries out.

Her body is craving someone to touch and kiss it. She has been deprived for too long. I gently suck on the skin of her neck, leaving a small hickey. I like to leave my mark.

I move my lips to her ear. “Let me pleasure you.”

“Jay, no matter how turned on I am or how attracted I am to you, I’m not having sex with you,” she pants.

I trail my lips down her throat. “I am not asking you to have sex with me, beautiful.”

“You aren’t?”

“No,” I reply softly.

“Then what do you mean?” she asks, confused.

I know she isn’t experienced, but surely she knows what oral sex is? She doesn’t live under a rock.

“I mean, I want to bury my face between your gorgeous thighs and eat your pussy,” I say seductively.

She tenses in my lap. I circle my fingers on her hips.

“Rose, has no one ever gone down on you?”

“No. I have never given or received oral sex.”

Her voice is shaky, and her cheeks heat. She is embarrassed. I will happily teach her and show her everything. I don’t know if seeing her after tonight would be a good idea, though. She is so innocent and sweet. I am the opposite, and worry I’d ruin her. It takes a certain kind of person to accept and participate in my lifestyle. I’m not sure she could handle it.

“Can I be the first? Let me give you pleasure and show you sexual encounters can be enjoyable.” Yes, I should keep my distance, but I want her to realize sex isn’t terrible before I do. The woman deserves to know how good sex is.

“What if I don’t enjoy it?” She sighs.

“Trust me, pretty eyes. You will enjoy it. If you don’t, you can tell me, and I will stop.”

I know she will love it. I have a skilful tongue and fingers. She will be squirming and coming in no time.

Rose nods and presses her lips to mine. I will take it as a yes. I can’t wait to have a taste of her. I can imagine how good she will taste. I lick my lips at the idea.