Part one of two is finally here! I was going to go back into the present during this chapter and get to this one later, but this one just came to me, so here it is. There is one alteration I have made to this chapter. Paul's name is now Drew - I like the name better, and I've developed a liking to his character, so I needed a name I liked better to keep him around.

I casted Jack O'Connell as Drew Radler, who you may know as Cook from 'Skins'. I've always taken a liking to the character, so I had to cast him in here. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

With a shaky hand, I knocked on the door of Radler's apartment. I quickly hid my nerves under a provocative smile, and fixed my hair before the door opened.

Drew looked down at me with a triumphant, heated gaze. He whistled as his eyes traveled down my body, his eyes lingering in certain areas. The dress I was wearing was more than revealing, and I even decided on using a push up bra. "Come on in."

    On que, I walked into his apartment. It looked exactly how I thought the apartment of an emancipated-seventeen-year-old would look like. He was a bit of a slob, but not enough to make a guest feel uncomfortable. A few dirty dishes were left in the sink and a hamper full of clean clothing was left unfolded on the couch in the living room next to an assortment of video games scrambled on the floor in front of the TV.

    Before I could take another step, Drew grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. My back pressed against his firm chest as he moved my hair over my shoulder, giving him access to my neck. His lips grazed over a sensitive spot and I felt my whole body shiver.

    "How about a tour?" His heavy breath fanned against my skin while his hand subtly made its way under my shirt.

The feeling of his fingers trailing into forbidden territory was both terrifying and exhilarating. Usually I didn't let any encounter like this go beyond making out, but I was trying to prove a point. Louis didn't know me. I'd show him that I could be that reckless, untamed girl that he doubted I was.

"We can start with the bedroom." His mouth now brushed over my ear.

When he bit my lobe, a small whimper bubbled up my throat. Every nerve in my body was at attention and a surge of adrenaline kept me from thinking straight. Without a second thought, I found myself nodding and Radler lead me down to the room at the end of the hall.

After we crossed the threshold to his room, he grabbed my hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed against the small of my back with his muscular forearms, and I immediately felt something hard in his jeans pressing against me.

His mouth connected with mine before I had the chance to gasp, and I faded into a different world. Even though I had kissed guys before, the fact that his area was pushing against me sent an unfamiliar burn coursed throughout my whole body. The burn only intensified into a raging boil when he grabbed at my butt, one cheek in each hand.

The whole performance was a little rough, but I kind of liked it.

I felt myself fall backwards before being dropped onto a cushiony surface. Drew didn't waste any time in following me onto the bed and forced my legs apart with his own. Everything started going really fast from that point on, but whenever I tried to slow Drew down or attempt to make the experience at little more intimate, he'd shut me down by holding my wrists down, or would roughly shove his tongue down my throat.

Eventually I just gave in, letting him do what he wanted. After all, he was the one who actually knew what he was doing, and I was faking the knowledge. Following his lead was just my best option.

Finally, after I was about to collapse from exhaustion, he moved his hands up my legs. When his fingers found the hem of my underwear was when I realized I stopped breathing.

This was it, and there was no going back.

He pulled my panties down and then he started touching me there. A hot pain coursed through my whole private area when his fingers forced their way into me.

I held in my yelp of pain by biting my tongue, but the pain didn't stay long.

"You're fuckin' tight for a whore, aren't you?" He chuckled.

When he started moving his fingers in and out of me was when I started to feel good. Really good.

But, of course, the feeling was cut short way too quickly. A whimper escaped me, but he shushed me, promising me it would only get better from there. He straddled my waist and pushed the bottom of my dress up my hips. Quickly, he leaned over and opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a aluminum packet. He gazed down at me with a heated look as he tore it open with his teeth.

I looked down and immediately regretted it.

'How the hell is that supposed to fit inside of me?' Was my only thought, and I wanted nothing more than to stop him, but it was too late. The condom was already wrapped around his thing and it was pressed against the opening between my legs.

With one rough thrust, he was inside of me and what I thought was painful earlier was nothing compared to this. A distressed cry left me, but he didn't seem to notice. That, or he didn't care.

My nails dug into his back, and it almost helped relieve some of the pain, but not completely. Every time he pushed deeper inside me, another ache ran through my entire body. At one point I thought that this was what sex was supposed to feel like, but my theory was proven wrong just moments later.

After my body finally adjusted with this new rhythm, everything afterwards fell into place. The hot ache between my legs seemed to lessen when a new feeling began to outweigh it. My breathing quickened, and though at times I had a hard time keeping up with this new euphoric blend of emotions, I was able to steady myself.

But what I wasn't able to control, were the moans that kept escaping me, but Drew didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, when he heard me cry out to him, he smiled triumphantly as he continued to push himself deeper and deeper. Though it continued to hurt a little, I didn't care anymore.

Still, I wanted it all to be over at the same time. The way he was looking at me made me feel uneasy, and knowing that the only reason he wanted me here was to have sex made my self-worth shrivel to barely nothing. I may as well have been any other girl, and it wouldn't have made any difference to him.

That was the thought that made me the most upset. No doubt after he got what he wanted, he'd throw me out, say something like 'I'll call you,' but then never actually will. My expectations were really that low, and for good reason.

My mind returned to Drew when he pulled my hair and bit my neck roughly, but I didn't mind it - it hurt, but in a great way. The sudden heat from his mouth on my neck made my whole body feel it. From the searing in my brain to the warmth in my toes, he had me. If he asked me to give him the world in that moment, I probably would.

After he increased his speed was really when I fell into a state of hypnosis as my eyes started to glaze over. The pressure between my legs became more intense and I knew he could feel it too when he grabbed my hands in his and pressed them into the mattress next to either side of my head. His hold on them tightened as he sped up his rhythm, turning even the slightest pain I had earlier into a distant memory - forgotten. A tantalizing pattern started right when I thought I had reached my high. The pleasure that was burning through my veins like a fire started to fade, but then came back in a huge wave.

Ecstasy filled all my senses as I tightened around him. He grunted and started going even faster and rougher, but that only made the feeling that much more euphoric, and I could feel a force building up in both my throat and my groin. I was reaching my breaking point, but I knew that my pieces would fall back into place after I shattered, which was an exhilarating feeling.

"Hold on," he grunted, heavy breathing broke up his words a little. "Don't let go just yet."

After a few more rough thrusts pushed into me deeper than before, I felt a pressure shoot up inside me like I'd never experienced. My head fell back and my back arched to meet his slick skin. He gripped my hips in his hands as his fingers dug into me. One last push sent me over the edge, and my last cries mixed in with his in perfect harmony before his body fell on mine.

His breathing was heavy in my ear for a few seconds before he pulled out of me, falling onto his back at my side. As we caught our breaths, silence consumed the room with a certain awkwardness that I wasn't used to.

When he reached for the condom that was still around him, I looked away as he took it off and threw it away. He chuckled when he turned back to me, leaning over me as he drew squiggles over my stomach.

Hot lips reach mine, still just as demanding as ever. Once they leave me I let out a little whine and he smiled down at me.

"I knew you were a virgin." His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.

"W-what?"

"Come on, Nia. I'm not an idiot." He rolled his eyes playfully and started kissing my neck, but I pulled away. "No, babe, don't do that."

"If you knew then why'd you sleep with me?" I was furious, not only with him, but me too for making it so obvious.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to spread the news. You can have your own reasons as to why you want people to think you're a whore." He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips to his. A smirk formed on his lips while looking deep into my eyes. "I just, I've never been with a virgin before."

Great. So I was just a check list item.

"Was I, um-" I stopped myself, not knowing how to ask him. "Was I any good?"

"For a first time?" He smiled and bit my lip after kissing it. "You exceded all expectations."

I smiled back at him, but for some reason, his words weren't comforting.

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