Page 3 of His Fractured Girl

“I want you to get on top, so I don’t hurt you.”

I look into his eyes and my stomach is winding tighter. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I imagined my first time being different than this. I thought I’d lose my virginity to someone I’d been seriously dating. Someone I was in love with. Not that I couldn’t feel that way about Maddock, but it takes time. Plus, I didn’t think I’d have sex on a floor in a room full of people. Iimagined being in a suite at a hotel with candles lit around the room and rose petals sprinkled across the bed. But…I also never imagined a guy like Maddock wanting me.

“It’s okay, Soph. I promise it will feel good. I’m not one of those assholes who wants to rip you apart. I’ll go nice and slow. I want your first time to be something you’ll remember as being special. So, you’ll set the pace, okay?”

That’s awfully considerate that he wants it to be good for me. Cammie was talking about how Justin just plowed right into her when they had sex for the first time and how it hurt so much. Her first time was miserable, and he didn’t even care. It’s one of the reasons she broke up with him. But Maddock actually wants to make it good for me. It seems like he actually cares about my well-being. If that’s the case, maybe he’d be okay if we waited until we’re alone because that would be more special. Or even after we’ve gone on a date. Or maybe ten. It feels like everything’s moving so fast. And so is the room.

“I don’t think I’m ready, Maddock. Can we wait until we’re someplace more private?”

His head turns, scanning the area. Everyone is still exactly where they were a few minutes ago, eyes closed, completely oblivious to anything happening. I almost feel like we should check to make sure everyone is still breathing.

“No one will ever know, Soph. Don’t you think it makes it hot?” He presses himself between my legs, and I feel his hard bulge right against my naked skin. “None of those girls are as brave or as wild to do something like this.” He starts to rub against me. “It makes you fearless, baby. It makes you a naughty girl.” He rocks faster and a slow simmering heat is starting to roll in my gut. “God, I want you so much, Soph.” He leans down and sucks on my nipple again, making the butterflies raise their heavy little wings. Maddock wants me. “It’s all I can think about.I want to make you mine once and for all. Claim the girl I think could end up being my high school sweetheart.”

My reservations loosen their grip with each of his sweet words. I would give anything to be his. I never knew he had such strong feelings for me. Maybe the moment doesn’t have to be perfect. Maybe being spontaneous is better than overthinking. Besides, I want to make him happy. I’m worried that if I don’t do this, his feelings will change toward me. I’m worried he’ll regret his decision to end things with Presley and will change his mind.

“Okay.” The word slips from my mouth. “But if it hurts, can we stop?” I have a low threshold for pain and don’t want to find myself in the same position as Cammie, regretting my decision.

“Sure, baby. You’re the one in the driver’s seat. If you get on top, it will hurt less.” The fact that he knows that is almost sobering. It reminds me of who he’s been with, and the guilt starts to creep back in. But he told me Presley has feelings for someone else. And it’s not like I’m going against girl code and dating my friend’s ex because apparently, she doesn’t even like me. But Maddock…he likes me. And he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. He just wants me to be his.

He lays down on his back, and my mind spins with a million different thoughts as I sit up. Insecurities and doubts are creeping back in, swirling with the alcohol. But the overriding thought is that I want him. I shift over his lap, straddling his hips. It feels kind of awkward to just get right to the sex. Shouldn’t we be kissing and getting in the mood? I guess we already had foreplay. And now, it’s his turn for pleasure since I didn’t exactly return the favor.

He’s working to pull his jogging pants down, and I’m nervously watching as his dick springs free. I’ve never seen one before, so it makes me even more nervous. Not that it’s big or looks too thick to fit, but it’s going to be inside me. And in a few minutes, I’ll no longer be a virgin. I’m about to have sex.

“Now, just raise your hips so I can sink inside.”

Doesn’t he want me to touch him first? Stroke him a little to build the anticipation? I guess guys just operate different than us girls. I should probably be excited he’s so eager to be inside me. He looks like he can’t wait a second longer. And I’ve heard about blue balls before. Maybe his are already starting to ache.

I raise my hips, not wanting to cause him pain, and he lines himself up. His cock presses against my entrance, and a wave of nervousness hits. I’m anxious about how it’s going to feel, but excited that soon I will no longer be a virgin. It’s another thing that Sarah has made fun of me for. Now, I’ll be able to say I had sex with the hottest guy at our school. I wonder what she’ll think of me then.

As my thoughts spiral, he begins to pull me down on top of him. His cock is sinking inside my body faster than I expected, tugging against my skin. It feels tight. And there’s a burning sensation taking root. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, and I think I want to stop.

“Maddock… I…”

His hips thrust up, and a sharp pain slices through my core. I wasn’t prepared for it. Cammie said it hurt, and I’ve read about it in books, but this… It feels like I’ve been torn. But I guess I have.

“Sorry, baby. The worst part is over. Now, it will start to feel good. God, you feel incredible, Soph. You’re so tight.”

That tightness he’s enjoying feels like a dry burn to me. I think I need to climb off and take a breather. Plus, the alcohol is making me queasy. Maybe if I were sober, and we were in a romantic setting, him kissing me, telling me all the things he likes about me, I’d feel more at ease. Maybe then I’d be able to relax, and this would feel better. But my thoughts are all over the place and I can’t get settled.

“Now, rock those hips, Soph. Show me how naughty you can be.”

I’m not sure I can. The pain hasn’t subsided. And I don’t think I want to be naughty anymore. I’m more of a good girl. I like getting straight As. I like following the rules. I shift to climb off, wanting a reprieve, but his hands grip onto my waist.

“Fuck, Sophie. That’s it. Just like that, baby. Damn, you feel so good. It never felt this good with Presley.”

His praise has me changing my mind. My mind focusing on his face. He looks to be really enjoying himself. It makes me want to give him more. I do want to make him feel good. Maybe I just need to give it a moment and everything will feel better like he said, and I’ll start to get into it. I push back down, slowly taking him all the way in again. I’m trying to ignore the burn and focus on his face. Watching his eyes grow heavy again as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. I want to channel that feeling and push past my nerves. I lift back up, and he lets out another strangled grunt. Obviously feeling the pleasure. I like giving him pleasure. It definitely makes it more pleasurable for me.

“Damn, your thick lips feel so good. Your heavy cunt is hugging my shaft like a glove.”

My body tenses and my insecurities are right back at the forefront of my thoughts. I’m sure he meant it as a compliment, but my rattled mind is taking it as an insult. Being reminded of my weight isn’t exactly what I want to hear during sex. But guys are always saying how they want a girl to feel tight, so I should stop worrying and focus on the fact that he said it feels good, that it feels better than when he’s with Presley.

“Come on, Soph. Take me for a ride, baby. I want to see those heavy tits bounce as you fuck my cock.”

His hands urge my hips to move, and I try to follow his lead. At least, the burning sensation is gone. It still feels like every movement is pulling against dry skin, but maybe the faster I move, it will start to loosen. I think I need to take a deep breathand remember who it is that I’m having sex with right now. I just gave my virginity to the hottest guy in school.

“Maddock?”

My body freezes in place, the sound of Presley’s voice sobering me with fear. I’m praying she’s just calling for him in her sleep. My breath is trapped inside my lungs, trying not to make a peep.

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