One Look (A Marcel Styles fanfic)

Chapter Twenty - Are You Ready?

Sorry it took so long to update! As I said I might be losing my writers virginty so I was becoming squirmy and uncomfortable but I finale wrote it.

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***IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END***

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Brooklyn's POV

"Now open the door", I continued. I felt like a human GPS but as I said, I will wait to make it perfect. I could just imagine all the things I wanted him to do to me. He proceeded to open the door.

"Now lay me down on your bed." After that I heard his feet shuffle their way to his bed. He gently set me down and sat on the edge of the bed. I had two questions on my mind that I needed to ask him or this night could be very awkward.

"Marcel?"

"Mmhh" he hummed peacefully. Ugh he was so perfect! I looked through his green orbs that shone brightly looking into my eyes. "Is anyone home?" He got up and looked outside his bedroom window. He nodded his head showing me that we were alone in his house.

"Also, are you a virgin?" I blurted out. Shit now it's gonna be super awkward! He nodded his head a second time which I expected as he looked at the ground blushing like a maniac. I sat up and opened my arms for him to crash into. He kept on looking at the ground whilst walking over to me. He sat down and lazily fell into my arms. I stroked his luscious curls that tickled the tip of my nose.

"I-I'm sorry if I'm not g-good..." he stuttered out, fumbling with his fingers. I lifted up his chin, making he's beautiful green eyes light up my own. I crashed my lips onto his as we laid back down of the bed, him on top of me. The kiss quickly became a battle between our tongues. I never thought that Marcel could kiss this way.

We detached our lips from each other and I pulled off my tank top and set it beside his royal blue bed. I was left in my black lace bra with a little pink bow in the middle. I noticed that Marcel was tensing up a little but once my hand gently stroked his cheek, he relaxed a bit.

He flipped is over so I was in top and I looked him in the eyes to see if was ready. He nodded his head and I proceeded to pull his pants down. He tensed up again and spoke up, "Sorry if I'm small." he blushed a light pink. I was sure that he wasn't small but I don't what counts as small... I'm still a virgin.

"I bet it's not small!" and without thinking I pulled his pants and boxers down and my eyes bulged out of my head. He quickly pulled up his pants blushing an even darker pink/red. "I knew that I was small." he muttered under his breath as I saw a tear slip out of his eye. I quickly wiped it away and pulled his pants back down. I laid back down and put my head in the crook of his neck and whispered against his skin, "It's perfect" before I kissed his cheek, sending shivers down his back. He was probably 8 or 9 inches!

I pulled away and he gulped and nodded saying that he was prepared to do "it". I was as nervous as Marcel right now since it was both our first time and I might completely fail in front of him and embarrass myself. I slowly took of my sweatpants and my panties and set them on top of my tank top. Mow Marcel was the eyeing my body. I quickly got insecure and scurried to get my pants and hide my "cookie".

Marcel gently removed the pants and looked at me and mouthed, "It's perfect", mimicking me with a little wink at the end. I giggled and saw Marcel open his mouth to say something but then quickly denied.

"What is it, Marcel?"

"I-it's... I, um, wanted to know what pleasure is?" He blushed again. I got of the bed and set myself on my knees and instructed him to stand up. He nervously walked over to me, still naked, and looked at me while biting his bottom lip, showing that he was nervous. I took um, his little "man" and sucked on it. My head moved back and forth as a salty substance was injected into my mouth.