I Am A Virgin - S01 E20

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I Am A Virgin - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

Just a little warning this chapter will contain sexual content and if that’s not your thing please don’t complain you have a right to choose not to read it!

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Jeremy drives us out the east and heads down south and for a moment I wonder if he’s taking us back to his hotel but when he blatantly miss the road to that part of town and takes the road to the freeway, my curiosity piques.

Where are we going?

Don’t look to me like I have any answers! My inner voice shrugs.

I immediately berate myself for having a conversation with myself. I’m not crazy.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

He gazes at me from the corner of his eyes, his whole face beaming with a knowing smirk.

“Just a place.” He answers.

I frown at that, it’d been twenty minutes since we left and we were now heading towards the outskirts of town.

My frown is stripped off my face when Jeremy blatantly places his hand on my knee while the other stays on the steering wheel.

“What?” He asks, innocently as if unaware of how effective his hands were on my knees.

His fingers on my knee travels slowly, steering toward my thigh, tracing delicately through the fabric of his sweat pants. Even the layers of fabric do not elude the heat I feel radiating from his touch.

Immediately I cross my legs as the ache from before stirs suddenly. In the process of crossing my legs I effectively trap his hand between my thigh and the friction of his hand makes the fabric rub against my heated flesh.

My breathing hitches and begins its frantic pant, all the while Jeremy stares at the road with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“If only you were wearing a skirt or a dress.” He cast me a heated look.

I gulp. “It wouldn’t make a difference.” I dare tell him.

The heat in his eyes intensifies as he gazes at me and I’m most affected by the look.

“Eyes on the road, Jeremy.” I smirk. The tables have turned.

I watch as he swallows making his Adam’s apple do a flip and then he swiftly casts his eyes back on the road whilst cussing.

“You’re exasperating.” He smiles as he shakes his head. “Simply maddening.”

I smile secretly at my audacity.

“Do you have any idea the effect you’re infusing on me now?” He looks at me quickly before returning his eyes on the road.

I shake my head.

He surprises me by taking my hand and placing it on his lap, moving it towards his ever-growing bulge.

I gulp again for the second time, unsure of what to do when my hand stays there.

“That’s the affect.” Jeremy says as he gazes heatedly at me.

“Fück!” He hisses when I move my hand over his bulge.

I don’t know what makes me do it and I don’t know where the courage I’m having now is coming from but by the strained effort to compose his face as I move my hands on him, simply initiates my next move.

I begin rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. His breath hitches at the contact and this only makes me increase in effort. I’m aware of my own breathing rate increasing.

The ache inside me churns. The desire I feel clouds my thoughts, all I can think about is having him inside me. This only makes my panties liquidate even more.

“Stop. God, do you want us to have an accident?” He hisses and then takes hold of my hand and pushes it back to my own lap.

I pout at him but inside I’m turned on like there’s no tomorrow.

He gazes dangerously at me but there’s also deep lust in his eyes. The pull between us is so thick and heavy that I feel that the whole closed space of his car is heating up by it.

I’m simply consumed by him, that when he retracts his gaze back at the windshield, my breathing is heavy. I cross my legs ever so tightly in an effort of squeeze out this ache.

However it’s within minutes that the car stops on some remote land where only one house resides.

Jeremy unbuckles my seat belt and pulls me to his lap so quickly that I find myself sitting astride on his lap with both of my hands resting on his chest in seconds.

In this position we are face to face and he doesn’t take a moment of recollection before he advances his lips on my mine. I let out a small gasp of pleasure and he takes this as an advantage to implant his tongue in my mouth.

My hands move along his chest tracing up to his neck. I draw my arms around his neck to pull him closer and his hands roam my back. The increasing arousal in his jeans rubs against the material of his sweat pants I’m wearing.

I moan when his hands move under the hem of his t-shirt and contact with my bare skin. I remember that I’m not wearing any bra so his hands move freely on my back without any restrictions.

“God, I want you so much. Right now. In my car.” He groans when his head buries on my neck as he plants kisses there.

“What’s stopping you?” I’m already breathing as if I’m having an asthma attack.

He growls, the sounds reverberating against the skin of my neck which in turn sends tingles firing up my nerve endings.

“Maybe not today. Come, let’s go.” He orders as he opens the driver’s door and swiftly untangles himself from me as he gets out.

He holds out his hands for me to take while his eyes studies me.

“You’re only in socks?” His gaze lingers on my feet.

What?

I have completely forgotten that Matthew had dragged me out of Greta’s apartment without any shoes.

I bite my lip as I stare up at Jeremy’s disapproving face. Then his eyes move to my lips and his gaze liquefies with heat.

He clenches his jaw and then suddenly lifts me up into his arms bridal style. I shriek from the surprise. I clasp my arms around his neck to keep from falling but in doing so I move my face closer to his neck.

He pulls me out of his car and I face what seems to me to be the biggest mansion I’ve ever laid eyes on.

In the dark, the exterior itself is stunning,with greyish blue paint. The colour that reflected his eyes. It made sense that he’d paint his mansion this colour.

I have no time to really assess the whole building when Jeremy hurriedly leads us to the porch. I gaze up two pillars architecturally crafted to give the walk-in a more medieval look to it. They guard the dark brown mahogany door.

Once we inside the house, the grand two sets of stairway which curve together to meet in the middle catches my attention before Jeremy set me down.

“Wow.” I gape, transfixed at the crystal chandelier shinning with diamond lights. Just below it, right under the curve of the stairs, there’s coffee table holding two extremely delicate vases which have wild flowers on it. Beyond the entrance there’s another entryway made of double glass doors leading to whatever is beyond that room.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Jeremy says as he gazes down at me with a look of wariness.

“It’s… wonderful.” I’m simply awestruck at the luxury in front of me.

“Is this your place?” I ask as I shift my gaze up to him.

He smirks at me while he nods. Both my eyebrows arch.

How rich is he?

“But it gets lonely here, so I tend to stay in town more often.” He continues.

“Then who looks after it?”

“Mr and Mrs Brown.” He shrugs.

“The hired help?”

He nods.

I frown.

“What?”

“So they’re here?” My curiosity piques.

He laughs indulgently. “No, I gave them a day off, they’re not exactly inside the house.” He explains.

“Oh.”

What a change of topic. I think. Then I realize something.

“So you must’ve have known that I will come with you?” I gasp.

He smirks, “I hoped.”

I stare at him for a moment, my mind wondering so sorely what I possessed to make him want to take me here of all places. He wants me to be in his house, this mansion instead of a simple hotel?

My thoughts disappear when he cups my chin. “What are you thinking?”

I shake my head.

“Tell me.”