Our lips met, urgent and desperate, as we stumbled into the room.
I didn’t know him, but this man was fine as hell. His hands grabbed my neck as my fingers ran through his hair. His kisses made me dizzy, and my knees felt like jelly. He pushed me against the wall as he locked the door, and I felt his hard erection pressing against my stomach.
F*ck. I felt the warmth settled in my core, and I clenched my thighs together.
My 21st birthday was today, and all I could think about was that I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. A decision I made right there on the dance floor, here, at Renin’s Club.
Reckless, I know.
I’d come to the club with my best friend, Guilia. This was only our second time at a club. We’d both drunk more than we should have, and at some point, I lost track of her in the crowd. I barely knew how I ended up in this dimly lit room with a man whose name I didn’t even know.
He lifts me with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist and we fall onto the bed. His mouth tasted of whiskey and heat and his touch burned through my skin.
I didn’t know who he was, only that he was tall, broad, and devastatingly handsome. The kind of man who looked like he could ruin someone with just a look.
“You’re hot as hell,” he murmured as he took my blouse off. My breasts glistened in the dim light, my nipples hard.
He took my lips again, and our clothes came off. Everything was too wild, too fast to think.
His hands roamed my body and my breath caught as he pressed against me. I felt him against my core - hard, hot, and unrelenting. A gasp escaped me, and he claimed my mouth again, deep and hungry. My head spun, the room fading until all I could feel was the warmth of his naked body pressed against mine.
Everything about him felt forbidden. The low sound of his breath and the way his body moved against mine. I’d never felt this alive, this reckless. I would deal with the regret later, I told myself.
But then, as he reached for the condom. He lifted his head and stared at me. Like he could read my fear beneath the rush of alcohol.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. My voice shook, but I nodded. “I’m sure.”
He froze, studying me with those piercing blue eyes.
“You’ve done this before right?”
I hesitated, then whispered the truth, “No…... I haven’t……I’m…I’m a virgin.”
He blinked, surprise flickering across his face. He lifts himself off me immediately.
“That’s… crazy. I don’t do virgins. They never get over it.”
I gave a weak laugh. “Well, lucky for you, you won’t see me again. I don’t even live here.”
It was a lie. A stupid, desperate lie. I was far too gone to stop now and there was no way I wasn’t going to lose my virginity today.
Something shifted in his expression, frustration, maybe or desire. He looked at me for a long moment, then muttered under his breath before leaning in again.
“You’re trouble,” he said.
“Maybe,” I whispered back.
I kissed him again, pulling him back before either of us could think too much. His tongue invades my mouth with the alcohol making me braver than I was, or maybe just foolish. Either way, there was no turning back.
He leaned closer, his voice a low promise against my ear.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I nodded, breath trembling. “Okay.”
That was all he needed. His touch grew slower, more deliberate, as he guided me closer to him. The warmth of his body pressed into mine, our breaths tangling as the air between us turned heavy.
“Nice and slow…” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. His movements were careful at first, testing, searching for rhythm.
A sharp breath left me as his body met mine completely. Pain and pleasure collided, stealing every thought.
“You’re okay?” he whispered.
I nodded again, clutching his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
His pace deepened gradually, each motion sending shivers up my spine. What started as careful soon became consuming—an ache that melted into something I didn’t know I could feel.
The sound of our breathing filled the room, broken only by quiet moans and the rush of heartbeats.
I was practically shaking from all of the pleasure and the rest of the night blurred in heat, movement and breathless gasps. Over and over until everything went black.
——————-
When I woke, sunlight streamed through the blinds, stabbing at my eyes. My head throbbed. I groaned, turning to the side and froze.
There was someone beside me.
A man.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. The room was unfamiliar, expensive-looking, but messy, clothes scattered across the floor.
And then, it all came back.
The club. The kiss. The bed. The sex.
I looked at him. He was asleep, his face relaxed, his dark lashes resting against his skin. He looked… peaceful. Nothing like the fire from last night.
Panic set in. I needed to get out before he woke up. Now.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I snatched it up. Guilia’s name flashed across the screen.
“Where are you?” she hissed the second I answered. “Come out now before someone sees you!”
“I’m coming,” I whispered, already slipping into my dress.
I tiptoed around the room, grabbing my heels, not daring to glance back again. But before I reached the door, I looked at him one last time. Something about his face tugged at me, but I shook it off and slipped out quietly.
Outside, Guilia’s car was already waiting by the curb. She looked half-dazed, half-panicked.
“We are never doing this again,” she said as I got in. “I woke up next to two girls who were ... never mind. Ew.”
Despite everything, I let out a shaky laugh. “Well, bad for you, Guilia. I… got laid.”
Her eyes widened. “Rayna! Shit! Tell me you used protection!”
“We did,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “I can’t believe it happened, though. I swear, I don’t even remember his name. But… God, he was—”
“Don’t say it,” she warned, already groaning.
I laughed again, even though part of me wanted to cry. “I never thought I’d lose my virginity in a club. But if it had to happen, at least it was with a man who looked like a Greek god.”
She rolled her eyes, starting the car. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe,” I said softly, glancing out the window as we drove off.
I wanted to believe that was the end of it — just one wild night I’d forget in the morning. But the next few days were about to show me how wrong I was.
