Chapter 8 - First

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- Andy's POV -

We got to Rye's house and I didn't have time to look around before I was pushed roughly into the bedroom. I could only see Rye's face as he moved swiftly to take off his clothes. I realized what was going on and what I was supposed to do and I started undressing as well. I tossed my backpack to a corner and stripped down my jacket, then my shoes and socks. I stopped in my tracks to look at him, already shirtless, standing before me in a pair of black jeans. His eyes were black with lust and I felt so vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

"Want some help?" he smirked and grabbed the bottom of my hoodie, pulling it up and over my head. I tried to hide my stomach with my hands and he didn't seem to notice, so I thought it was okay.
"Trousers off." he said and undid the button of his jeans. Then, he pushed them down and oh god, he was going commando.

As soon as I saw his dick, I froze on the spot. It was the very first one I've ever seen in real life and it was huge.
"What? Never seen a cock before? Or haven't seen one this big?" he smirked again.
"Uh... never seen one..." I admitted quietly.
"A virgin?!" he asked wide eyed.
"Y-yeah uh..."
"Fuck. That's not good. Oh fuck. You're actually willing to give me your fucking virginity?!"
"I think so, yes. I mean, there's no one I'd like to give it to other than you, really." I smiled slightly, looking at the ground shyly.

"Okay, fuck um... just get on the bed. We won't stop because of this, I'll just have to get used to your inexperience. Trousers off, now." he ordered and I was eager to obey.

I took off my trousers and boxers, leaving me all naked, and crawled up into the middle of the bed. I was sure my face was so red as I was so damn nervous. He took out something from his bedside table before kneeling up on the bed next to me.
"On your stomach." he ordered and I turned to lay on my stomach. Then I heard something being opened, like a bottle or something. And then I felt two hands spread my butt cheeks. I thought I heard Rye's breath hitch, but that was probably just my imagination playing games.

I felt cold liquid his the top of my crack and then roll all the way down. Rye's finger stopped it right at my hole and without warning, he pushed in. I gasped as I felt it stretch my hole, but it didn't really feel bad, just weird. As I slowly got used to one finger moving inside me, he pushed in a second and scrissored me open. At that point, I couldn't help but let out quiet noises.
"Want a third or do you think you're ready for me?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Ready, ready just please... fuck, please!" I begged and he chuckled behind me.
"The little virgin, ladies and gentlemen." he joked and I couldn't help but feel more embarassed. I buried my red face in Rye's pillow to hide.

The sound of a wrapper being torn open made me snap my head back up and turn to see what he was doing. All I could see was him rolling a condom on his cock before pouring something - probably lube - on his shaft and smearing it. Then he placed a hand on my back while the other held his dick.
"Ready?" he asked as he looked up into my eyes. I nodded and I felt something cool press against my entrance. I took a deep breath in as he pushed in and held it until he bottomed out inside me. I heard him swear as he did so, and felt his hips stutter slightly.
"Are you okay?" I asked, I don't even know why.
"Me? Are you okay? I just- fuck Andy... 's good so good."
I turned my head back so I could bury my face back in the pillow. I felt so hot all over, Rye Beaumont just moaned out my name. Mine!

He started moving his hips and god, I was in heaven. The weird feeling from the beginning went away and all I could feel was pure pleasure. He was moving gently, but still reached deep inside and his thick cock made my hole stretch so wide. Having something inside me felt better than I could've ever imagined. And the fact that it was Rye made it even better. His hands roamed my back, sometimes stopping to grip my hips or my ass. He wasn't loud, he just panted heavily and let out a quiet moan from time to time. Though he kept telling me I felt really good and it turned me on badly.

Suddenly, he pulled out and I got so confused. Did I do something bad?
"Turn around." he said and I turned onto my back, not knowing why he did that. I didn't dare to ask, though, not that I had time for that because as soon as I was on my back, he pulled me closed by my legs and pushed back inside me. The sensation of him moving inside me combined with the sight got me going. Rye looked so damn good while having sex it should be illegal. While I, probably looked like a sweaty tomato, since my face was still red.
"Pretty." he said with a smile, and brushed a lock of hair out of my face. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. But he didn't let me, he kept himself up on his hands and frowned down at me.
"No kissing." he stated and I got more embarassed than I've ever been before. I just nodded and didn't say anything.

After a while, I started getting closer to the edge as he was hitting all the spots inside that made me feel so good. I let out moans that were... louder than I wanted them to be, but I couldn't help it. When he sensed that I was getting closer to the edge, he grabbed my legs that were wrapped around his waist and lifted them up. He was holding my legs under my knees and he pushed then up so they were a bit closer to my chest. And as he thrusted in again, I thought I might die.
I let out a very loud moan and my head shot up from the pillow it was resting on. He laughed and stroked my thighs with his thumbs.
"Found it." he mumbled and I knew he was talking about my prostate.
He kept hitting it dead on and I was seeing stars. I brought a hand down between us and started stroking myself until, with another loud moan, I came hard all over my stomach and hand. He pulled out of me then, took off the condom and stroked his cock quickly. He let out a few moans and groans as his whole body convulsed and he came, his hips stuttering again as he rode out his orgasm.

It was the hottest experience of my life and it was so good. The orgasm was so intense, better than I've ever felt before while jerking off.
But then, as I came down from the high, I remembered where I was. I remembered what just happened. And I remembered what was supposed to happen after. And I got sad again.

Rye sniffled a few times, trying to collect himself after his orgasm, then climbed off the bed. He walked out of the room and came back with a wet washcloth in his hand, wiping his sweaty forehead and chest, before he tossed it over to me. I wiped my abdomen and my hand with it, then sat up in the bed and threw the cloth back to Rye. He caught it and threw it into a corner.

"Get your stuff and leave." he said before pulling on a pair of boxers and leaving the room. I swallowed thickly as I got off the bed, looking for my clothes. After I put everything back on, I grabbed my backpack and walked out into the living room. Rye was pulling on jeans and t-shirt from the pile of probably dirty clothes on the floor. When he noticed I was standing there, he looked up and pointed towards the door.

"The car's open, get inside, I'll drive you." he said.
"I have legs, I can walk."
"Don't sass me, just be glad I'll drive you."
I rolled my eyes and walked outside. I really didn't feel like walking, so I just got into the car and waited for him to get ready.

Sooo... they had sex. Will Andy feel better after this? And will Rye's "problem" go away? Tell me what do you think in the comments!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter💕💕

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