Page 2 of The Broken Beginning: Part One

“Let’s get something straight here. I never fuckin’ said you were awful. I said you looked like something a man might pick up on the side of the road and take home with him.”

Nothing. I had no response. In fact, I was relatively certain that my eyes were far too wide, and my panties were in danger of soaking through my too-short shorts. And that was before Damon pulled me forward and kissed the silence right out of me. By the time his tongue retreated, and he nipped playfully at my bottom lip, a moan vibrated out of me without my permission. His eyes twinkled in the sparse light cast by the dash lights in the truck. Then his lips pulled up into the sexiest grin I’d ever seen on another person.

“Damn, sugar. Didn’t think you had that in you.”

Before I could even wrap my head around his words, let alone question what he really thought of me, Damon dipped back down, tilted his head at a bit of an angle and laid another kiss on me that turned my body to liquid. I melted against him, and those tits that he was worried might fall out of my top at any moment were suddenly squished against his hard chest. All the while, his hands grabbed hold of my ass so firmly, I knew there were going to be finger-tipped sized bruises on it tomorrow.

“Oh God!” The words hissed from my mouth as he pulled back once more, leaving me near breathless before my tank top was ripped up and off my body. Damon then twisted us so that he could lay me down across the cracked leather seat. His door creaked open, and before I knew what was happening, my sexy neighbor – the boy I dreamed of marrying – had my shorts and panties pulled free from my body. His own pants were quickly shoved down around his knees and then he was back in the truck lying on top of me.

“‘Oh God’ is right,” he told me as our eyes locked. “You can yell that out all you want, sugar.” And then, before I could take my next breath, Damon Donovan took my virginity in one harsh thrust. He filled me to the point of pain and then backed out and did it all over again. His face was buried into the crook of my neck where his mouth sucked at the sensitive skin. The boy of my dreams proceeded to place sweet, shiver-inducing kisses all the way to my shoulder. As good as it felt, I was glad he did it because it meant he missed the tears that leaked into my hairline.

I didn’t think he realized I was a virgin before we started. Maybe that was something men couldn’t really tell? I didn’t know, but it stood to reason that he would have been a little gentler if he’d known. I wasn’t about to complain though because the burning pain that initially caused my tears had changed over to something else and my hips started to move with Damon’s, wanting more. Needing more. I needed him to never leave where he was. We could just stay locked together like this forever and I would die a happy girl.

Unfortunately, that’s not how life works though. My hands gripped onto his shoulders, fingernails digging hard into his skin despite the fact that he was still wearing his shirt. It only occurred to me then, that I was down to just a bra while Damon had only slid his pants down enough to pull his dick out. Still, I figured that was just him being smart in case anyone stopped to see what we were up to. At least one of us being mostly dressed was necessary.

“Damn, sugar,” Damon grunted, bringing me back to the moment. His hand slid up my side and palmed my breast before he slipped the cup of my bra down so that he could grab flesh instead of cotton and lace. Yeah, my bra was pretty basic, but I didn’t exactly go out that night expecting to sleep with anyone. Besides that, my parents would never buy me anything too sexy anyway.

“Damon,” I hissed as my hips rocked up, slamming myself against him a little harder. In theory, I knew I had to be chasing an orgasm. In the moment, I wasn’t sure what was happening as everything started to tingle.

“Fuck!” Damon shouted before he started slamming himself into me harder and faster than before.

“God, yes!” The words were torn from my throat on a scream as lights flashed behind my eyes, and sparks ignited throughout my whole body. My back arched and Damon grabbed hold of my hips with both hands and pumped even faster, if that was possible. His angle shifted with that slight change, and I lost that zinging sensation that had been about to make me combust.

“Jesus, sugar, you’re about to squeeze my damn dick off.” The words were grunted and punctuated by each thrust he made before finally, I felt him swell even larger inside of me, if that was possible. He seemed to realize this too and pulled back almost in a panic. The moment his cock was free of my body, his cum was pumping out onto my pubes and then all over my stomach.

For a moment, we both just stared at the mess he’d made of me. Then, Damon’s sexier than usual grin appeared, and in combination with his half-hooded eyes, he started rubbing his cum into my skin as if it were his own brand of lotion. He continued to mark me as if possessed by the action itself, and everywhere he touched burned with the knowledge that we were something more now.

At least, that’s what went through my mind before he pulled back, and realized there was more going on down there than just a little cum. When Damon went to tuck himself back into his jeans, his brows pulled together in confusion before his eyes met mine again. There was no more half-lidded sexiness to be found though. Instead, there was only a worried stare.

“You were a virgin?” He asked hesitantly.

My answer was a simple nod of my head because I was honestly too stunned by everything that happened to make coherent conversation.

“Shit!” The word was a groan, and not a pleasant one. Damon moved quicker than I’d ever seen after that. He jumped out of the truck backward, as if I was on fire and he needed to escape. Then he leaned down, picked up my previously discarded clothing, and tossed them in for me. “Get dressed. We have to get you home.”

Damon turned his back to me, as if seeing me get dressed was too intimate, despite having just had sex, and rubbing his cum into my body moments ago. The sour feeling that developed in my stomach made the aches in my body seem to disappear. I could hear him mumbling, almost as if he were cussing himself out, and that just made the awful, sick feeling in my gut worse. I had just lost my virginity to the boy I’d been crushing on since I was twelve and he was fourteen. Now, at sixteen and days away from eighteen we were probably still too young, but I loved him and if he just gave us a chance, I knew he could love me too. Obviously, we were good at sex together. Madeline had told me that orgasms never happened on the first time, and that they definitely never happened just from a man being inside of you.

If that was true, then what Damon and I had together physically was even more magical than it felt. I knew that had been the tingly, out-of-this-world feeling I was chasing just before he changed the angle of his thrusts. If we had more time, I bet it would have happened for me. It felt like we were made for one another in that moment.

“You dressed yet?” Damon snapped, dragging me back from the fantasy land I’d been dwelling in. I buttoned my shorts and pulled my shirt down so everything was covered again.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Slide over so we can go.”

A chill ran up my spine when he told me to slide over, but I listened, and pushed my body as far against the passenger door of the truck as I could, leaving a gaping chasm between Damon and me. He didn’t speak the whole rest of the way home, and instead white-knuckled the steering wheel of his truck so hard, I actually worried he might yank the damn thing off. My thoughts stayed inside my head, because I figured they were safer there.

When we pulled up in his driveway, he cut the truck off and got out immediately, not even saying a word to me. Damon didn’t even look back once as he entered his house while I was still sitting, stunned, in the passenger side of his truck. I watched as his bedroom light came on and then flicked off a couple minutes later. It was only then, when the reality of my situation finally penetrated, that I moved from his truck and ran across the road to my own house.

My parents were out tonight at the clubhouse, celebrating with the rest of the MC. Dad was a biker, same as Damon’s father. They were in the same club, which is how we ended up being neighbors. Not that it mattered.

I never bothered turning on any lights in the house as I moved to my room. Once there, I didn’t turn any on either. I just went to my bed and collapsed down as the tears began to spill free from my stupid head. Damon hadn’t cared that it was me. “Sugar” was probably what he called all the girls who got naked for him. It wasn’t special. I had not been special.

My heart felt like it was going to break into pieces as I lie there in the dark smelling of him and of what we had done in his truck. Part of me wanted to jump in the shower and scrub myself free of the memories, but the other part of me just wanted to wallow in them for a little bit longer. That way, I could pretend that things had turned out differently. I wanted to pretend that it was the beginning of us. The start of something that would be a lifetime love, like what my own parents had. They had been high school sweethearts and I just knew it was meant to last between me and Damon, just like with my mom and dad. Maybe that had been a naïve, little girl fantasy, but it was something I had always hoped for.

2 - Waking Nightmares

Tiger Lily

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