Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

7: Virginity

7: Virginity

 

   I stripped him of his sweater vest and had to admit Marcel was well built – not as muscled as his older brother but definitely on that path – so why he sat back and took the abuse the bullies at school dished out to him was certainly a mystery to me.

   Marcel had me pinned under him, kissing me roughly. The textbooks and papers had ended up on the floor and all thoughts of doing my homework had been abandoned. The somehow hot nerd’s legs intertwined with mine and, soon enough I found his hands travelling up my shirt.

   “Marcel,” I interrupted in breaths between bursts of his tongue being shoved down my throat. “What are you going to do?”

   “You.”

   The thought of losing my virginity all together was overwhelming, however, the thought of it being with Marcel Styles, the school loser, made it have a hint of wrongness. Though he was fairly smooth behind the stutter, and hot behind the thick, nerd glasses, he was still lower on the social food chain.

   My words hadn’t stopped him. Marcel’s hands still trailed up my spine and his lips pressed hard onto mine. His fingers fumbled with my bra until it let loose, and I myself began working slowly on stripping him of his pants, feeling just a tad lower his erection forming against my leg.

   At the same time, we had been entirely stripped by the other and there I lay, completely unclothed underneath Marcel who’s lips continued to meet mine passionately. My heart was racing in anticipation for this moment. But I continued to tell myself, I wasn’t in love with Marcel Styles. Marcel was just a means of losing my virginity, which was truly what I wanted.

   Giving into my screaming mind, my arms wrapped around Marcel’s bare waist and I pulled him inside me, breaking our kisses to gasp at the pleasuring sensation I felt radiating from our exchange.

   Immediately, with bursts of perfect strength I had not seen yet from Marcel in the week I’d known of his existence, he began to thrust his throbbing shaft further into me, making me moan and his muscles tense as my hymen finally broke and all hopes my father had ever had for me shattered. My legs were wrapped around him as he worked and I tried to hold back full blown screams of pleasure as my nails dug into his strained shoulder blades.

   His bare chest against mine was sweating and shining, getting hotter and hotter with each thrust he threw into me. Under his amazing body I convulsed with spasms of perfect adrenaline and moaned sounds I didn’t even know existed until they formed into one word and repeatedly I was screaming his name. My heart was working overtime from the pleasure the nerd was giving me, making me feel as if, any minute, it would explode completely.

   A relieved groan escaped my parted lips, followed by loud, rapid pants as I climaxed at the same moment Marcel came. We were completely in sync, something completely irregular for no strings attached in this exchange. But, as the nerd collapsed to my side, and met my pools of his brown with his beautiful orbs of emerald, the realization hit me; not only had that been the most amazing adrenaline rush I’d ever experienced, but it had been the moment my purity had been washed away, and the moment I’d completely lost my virginity by fucking Marcel Styles.