Don't wake

Chapter 7~Actually Losing It

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“So, uhm. When are we going to try for the first time?” I ask him, nervous to know the answer.

“I was just thinking about that. Maybe tonight? I could treat you to a nice dinner and then try and make it nice for you.” He says with a smirk.

“Well a nice dinner sounds nice, the other part, not so much.” I say.

“Well, that second part is inevitable, and if you don’t do it, it will have to be a bit like the last time…” he trails off.

“Fine.” Is all I say. I try not to make eye contact. I fiddle with my fingers, trying to make them going into crazy shapes and make them wind and twist into each other.

I can tell he isn’t going to say anything more, so I decide to look up at him. When I do, I almost instantly regret it. I can see a tear in his eye that refuses to fall. He stands  up and takes three big strides towards me, finally landing next to me on the bed.

“Listen, Addsion, I know this isn’t exactly how you planned it to be, but you were brought here.” Then slowly, he mouthed to me so no one could hear. ‘I plan on helping you get out.’ I smile at him, and mouth back ‘thank you.’

“Well, we should get packing, we are going to me house tonight, so we can… you know.” He tells me, refusing to say again what it really is.  Then I realize something.

“You don’t live here?” I ask him. “If you don’t then whose room are we in?” I ask, not leaving a breath in between for him to answer.

“No, I don’t live here, I just sometimes stay here for long periods of time. And this is my room, but when you and I move away to make a family, it will be given to someone else.”

I nod my head slowly. “Well, all your stuff should be packed, so lets go grab it and head out.” He says, not waiting before grabbing my hand and escaping the room.

We get to my room and see Jared is nowhere nearby. Jack walks over to my bed and grabs my bags. I follow him and grab one stray one he forgot. We head out to his car, and set the bags down.

“I need to go in and say good-bye before we leave.” He quickly says, and goes fast into the house.

After about 3 minutes, he is back outside and ready to go. He jumps in, revs the engine, and we pull out.

“Well, Jack, I don’t suppose this house of yours is very clean.” I tell him.

“Nah, not so much.” He says. I look over to him, seeing his muscly arm popping out of his trimmed shirt, his whole head is facing forward, his greenish-blue eyes intense on the road.

It only takes about 20 minutes to reach his house. As soon as we arrive I grab my stuff and head in. He unlocks the door and goes first. Jack starts to turn on a few lights as I walk into the living room. I set my stuff down in the middle of the floor and start to look around.

He truly has a nice house. It is a large blue one, which is almost the size of Carters. I miss Carter. But I know thinking about him will do me no good right now. Jack has pictures hung up all over the place. But not the ones that were taken there. They are actually really nice pictures of what seem to be him, his family, his pets, him when he was younger, and just some random, beautiful ones.

He walks in behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist. I turn around to look at him.

“You are really taking things fast, don’t you think.” I tell him.

“Nope.” He says, smiling. He moves his hands a little lower so they are on my butt, and I look at him.

“You know how scared I am?” I ask him seriously. Try putting yourself in my shoes. All that has happened recently, and this man claims he needs to marry and make love to me within three months, so that we can have a kid within a year. Its scary stuff.

“I do. But trust me, I am going to try making it as easy and pleasurable as possible. Trust me, when it comes to this kind of thing, I am good with the pleasure.” He says, whispering in my ear. Involuntarily, I let out a sensual moan, in no way trying to seduce him. I don’t move away from him or say anything. The only thing I really notice is his manhood poking at my waist. He is a good half a foot taller than me, so it would be poking there.

Without meaning to, I look down at his jeans, which at this point are being pushed out by an incredible force. I notice how long it is, and mentally note that length usually means width. I let out another moan while still staring down at it, and watch it grow a little more.

Then I hear him whisper in my ear “If you don’t quite, I will have to treat you to dinner after.” He says. I look at him, and before he smashes his lips on mine. At first I don’t kiss back, but soon, intimacy takes over and we are full on making out. I can feel him getting harder as his hand slides under my skirt and lifts me up onto him. He moves us over into his bedroom, which has no bed, just a colossal couch, and gently places me on it. Before I can say anything, he is ripping my skirt off. I don’t know what to do, since I have never actually done this with any control. So I head for his shirt, and it comes off easy, revealing his ripped stomach. I can feel myself getting wetter down there, and I haven’t even seen anything yet.

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Panting, Jack tells me “I lied, twice now I guess. I said everything I said the other day was a lie, well my size wasn’t.” He cuts himself off quickly, lack of breathing is my guess. I try to respond that I know, I can tell, but I am so out of breath I cant.

His hand slides down into my panties, and I hear him suck in a breath and he pushes his finger in.

“Damn.” He pants. “you feel like a virgin.” He whispers.

Technically I should be, unless… never mind.

I start to slide his pants off, and he begins to help. As soon as they are down, his boxer-less lower half is revealed, showing off his… yeah. From the looks of it, he is a full 9’3” I bite my lip and start to panic. There is no way that think is fitting in me. Oh man. I look away. I feel him remove his hand and place himself at my hole. I embrace myself for more pain than I had, and I was right. He slowly slid him bare tip in, and I wanted to yell with the pain. I can take pain, but it just hurt so bad.

“Addison, you will be ok. I promise.” He whispers.

I try to lay back and relax and he tries and fails at easing his way in. He is way bigger than the other guy was, and I almost can’t handle it. I feel a tear come out of my eye, and I feel my area tearing.

“How…far…in…are…you?” I ask him, barely able to breath.”

“Only about half.” Why did we do this. I know I have no choice, but we could have done something else. Then I think, well I guess this time I am really losing my virginity, I am allowing him to do it, and I wanted it up until I saw big he was.

I feel him lunge forward, and I scream out in pain. Now he is all the way in. I start to really cry, silently though. I just want this over. But I know I need to make him finish. I  start to move my hips, making him get only deeper and more painful, but I can feel him expanding, making me hold my breath.

While in the process of moving my hips, I start to get used to him, and I actually start to enjoy it. Just as he lets it all out, I feel my bad freak out. I now know we are both done, but now he has to come out. Quickly, he pulls himself, hurting then almost as much as going in.

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“Addison, I know that killed you, but trust me, I loved it. I will try to start and make you enjoy it. I will find I was. I promise.” He finished.

We just lay there a while before falling asleep, Jack still on top of me.