Chapter 4 Not My Fault

Eva's POV

"What kind of problem?"

Aaron regards me with a blank expression, his face void of all the lust he'd been expressing just a second ago.

"Don't tell me you're seriously a virgin, Anderson."

Oh, good. We're back to my surname again. That's two times tonight.

Aaron must truly hate sleeping with me. Too bad for him, his cock is already buried deep inside me.

As if to remind myself of the fact, I grind against him.

Aaron's lashes flutter as a rough breath hisses out of me.

Looks like the pain is gone. My walls are only throbbing now and don't feel like someone had pushed up a concrete brick inside there.

"Fucking answer the question, Tangerine," Aaron's scowl that I hadn't noticed before deepens.

Sighing, and feeling like I'm in a surreal dream, I turn my head away from his burning gaze.

"You said there's no going back tonight," my voice comes out in a whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"That doesn't fucking mean you should...Fuck!" Aaron shouts but cuts himself off at a loss for words.

Does he hate me that much that the idea of being my first lay is making him react like he'd just kissed the boogeyman?

Tears spring up to my eyes but I bite my cheeks to stop them from falling. Blinking rapidly, I push back the tears until I feel my eyes dry up.

Why is my case always different?

I know first time sex for women may tend to be painful but gosh, nobody had told me it could be so humiliating too. I feel so foolish.

What had I been thinking, agreeing to this?

No.

I won't make myself feel bad when I'd agreed to go on this mission.

Fine, he's gotten his cock inside me.

That doesn't mean it's over. I want to have proper sex before he can take his oh mighty cock out of me.

As if reading my thoughts, Aaron tries to slide out of me but a wild sense of preservation consumes me.

I clamp down hard on his cock, using my cunt that's starting to get even wetter at the thought of being Aaron's worst nightmare; a virgin who he's always been bullying.

I'm not going down with only humiliation to remember my first time. I might as well go out with a bang.

Literally and figuratively. My lips curl up at the inside joke.

Aaron's brows pull down in bewilderment.

"You think this is funny?"

"Yes," I reply without hesitation.

"You're a fucking psycho."

His words don't affect me because he makes it sound like a compliment.

The corner of my lips tilts. "It takes one to know one," I glare up at him with a taunting glint in my eyes.

"Fuck, Tangerine." Aaron releases a deep regretful sigh.

"That's right, Aaron. Fuck me like you want me," I intentionally twist his words.

Aaron's lips press into a slit as a heavy grunt slides through.

My gaze blazes with a dare as we stare at each other.

"Fuck. Me." I repeat, enunciating the words and clinging onto this vial of courage that I've seemed to have sipped from nowhere.

"Tangerine," he warns.

I don't say anything seeing that words are no longer working. To show him I'm serious about this, I roll my hips against his rock hard abdomen, pushing myself further up from the bed.

Aaron's eyes automatically shut as I feel his cock twitch inside me. I choke on a gasp at the sensation, welcoming it.

"You're so fucking tight," he says again in a voice painfully drawn out.

"Not my fault you're so big," a mewling gasp shudders out of me, making my words come out hollow and distant.

I expect him to gloat at this but the only sound he makes is a strained grunt.

"You wanna fuck?" Aaron threatens with an agonizing thrust of his hips. I can feel him swelling up and hardening even more, inside me, becoming bigger and filling up my insides.

"Then let's fuck," he says dragging out his cock until only a brush of its tip is positioned at my entrance.