Chapter 7- The Grey Room

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I felt rooted to the middle of the floor.


Was I really going to go through with this? I mean I was a good girl that had good grades, always did as she was told and still to this day has only experienced one kiss with a boy who wasn't even my boyfriend! 

So why was I shaking with pure anticipation? 

Why could I feel myself growing warmer between my legs?

Maybe it was the way Sebastian had his hands on my waist. His hot skin seeping through my black dress. Or it could have been the light feel of his lips on the nape of my neck that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head and leaning into his body for support. 

This felt so unreal, straight out of a steamy romance novel and I was the star. 

I felt like I wasn't in control of my body as my hand lifted to cup the back of his neck. His kisses better wetter, flattening his tongue to trace an imaginary line to the back of my ear that left my skin with goosebumps. 

He smoothly stepped in front of me puling me into a full embrace. I watched him with hooded eyes as he took his hand and smooth down my hair, tracing my jawline then my lips with his fingertips.

"I want you."

His words sent delicious tingles along down my spine to between my legs. 

"On that table." 

 I hesitated heavily. I wasn't this girl. I was not going to lose my virginity on a metal slab in a room full of creepy things and a stranger. 

A chiseled from the marble of the Gods stranger.

Those chiseled abs and that delicious chocolate skin... 

I couldn't, I wouldn't.

"I can't," I managed to breath out mentally kicking myself in the ass. My mouth was dry and raspy and felt not my own. 

His hands slithered down my back to cup my ass in his huge hands. The gesture made my squeal like an inexperienced teenager. Teenager, no. Inexperienced, very.

"Just relax, it's just sex. Something I'm sure you've done before." He whispered while kissing my jaw. 

I bit my bottom lip afraid to answer him with the truth, but there was no need to. He felt my hesitation and lifted his head to look into my eyes with a puzzled look.

"You have had sex before right?" When I couldn't bring myself to answer, he jumped back as if I was a viral disease. The immediate reaction, threw me off and I wouldn't lie. I was hurt. 

He ran his hand across the top of his head, the other on his hip. "Jesus Christ, a virgin?" 

I snapped out of my funk immediately offended. Being a virgin wasn't a disease. It was an accomplishment, especially for a woman my age and in college. I could have been another statistic, walking around campus with my whoha itching. 

"Being a virgin is not a bad thing, you know." I retorted.

He shook his head."For a woman, no. For an experienced man as myself, yes. It's too messy, too stiff and too innocent."

I folded my arms across my chest, all traces of sexual desire out the door. Now I was completely baffled. Not knowing what else to say to this asshole, I headed for the door. There was no use in staying and being ridiculed for keeping my virginity.

"You don't have to be a dick about it." I said before opening the door and leaving him on his own to handle his situation. I don't know why I was even here. There was no way anything was going to happen. As he said, I was too innocent and kept my head in the books.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 05, 2014 ⏰

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