CHAPTER 127: I WANT HIM TO BE MY FIRST

I swallowed hard, but my body betrayed me, arching into him.

I couldn’t even find words....just a shaky, desperate sound that made his smirk sharpen.

"That’s what I thought."

His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier this time, his tongue kept sliding deep until I gasped against him. He grabbed my shirt, dragging me closer like he couldn’t stand even an inch between us.

When he pulled back, he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, before slipping it into my mouth.

"Open wider," he ordered, watching me as I obeyed without thinking. His jaw tightened, and he let out a low groan. "God, you have no idea what you do to me."

I shivered, caught between fear and want, but I didn’t stop. I just couldn’t. Not when every part of me was burning for him.

I stared at him, at those pretty blue intoxicating eyes that never seemed to let me look away.

I should’ve said something...anything, but instead, I grabbed him.

My fingers curled into his hoodie as I kissed him again.

All the fear, all the doubts, everything I’d been holding back....it snapped. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t want to care.

"Dom," I gasped against his mouth, my hands sliding up his chest, "just... don’t stop. Please."

He pulled back just enough to search my face. "Ash..."

His tone warned, like he needed me to think.

But I was done thinking. My whole body was on fire. I kissed him again, biting his lip this time, tugging him closer until I could barely breathe. "I’m serious," I whispered. "I want you. I want all of you. Ruin me tonight"

His eyes darkened in a way that made my stomach flip, his restraint was hanging by a thread.

"Are you sure?" he murmured, his breath warm against my lips. "Because once I start... I’m not holding back."

I didn’t hesitate. My hands gripped his hoodie tighter, pulling him down to me.

"I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to have sex with me. Please, Take my virginity."

The words fell out like I’d been holding way too long, soft but desperate, and I watched him widen his eyes.

"Ash. No." His tone was firm, but his hand was still cupping my face. "You’re just saying that because you’re in the mood."

I shook my head so fast it made my hair fall into my eyes. "No. No, I’m not." My voice cracked, but I forced it out anyway. "I’m ready, Dom. I want it to be you. I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna think about it for weeks and make myself crazy. I want you."

He searched my face like he was trying to find the lie in me. But there wasn’t one. There never was, not with him.

The truth was....it terrified me. My stomach twisted, my brain screamed all the what-ifs: what if this was too much, what if I was just some dumb kid falling too hard. What if what Mr Blake said was real.

But none of it mattered when he kissed me like this. None of it mattered when he looked at me like I was the only person he wants.

"I can’t help it," I admitted. My chest felt like it was caving in, too much feeling for one body. "I love you, Dom. Like, I’m actually in love with you. And I can’t... I can’t resist you anymore. Even if I have doubts, even if it hurts later...I still want you."

I pressed my forehead against his, trying not to cry, trying not to shake. "So please. Don’t tell me I don’t mean it. I’ve never meant anything more."

"Rivera," he said quietly, "just... tell me the truth. You’re not just saying this because you think it’s what I want, right? Because I swear....if you ever regret it, I’d never forgive myself."

That made my throat burn. My chest did this ugly twist because, God, he actually meant it. He actually loved me. And that was exactly why I wanted it to be him.

"I’m ready," I whispered, leaning closer. "I want you to ruin me tonight." The words came out shaky but sure, and I felt his body tense.

For a second he didn’t say anything, just looked at me like he couldn’t decide. Then he took a slow breath.

"Okay, but listen," he said, like he was bout to give me instructions. "Sex isn’t just kissing and blow jobs. There’s... parts to it. There’s the top...the one doing the, you know..." He hesitated, lips twitching. "And the bottom. The one taking it. You know what that means, right?"

Heat shot through my face, but I nodded fast. "I know. I’ve like....I figured it all out. I’m not stupid. I’m a bottom." Saying it out loud made me want to hide under the sheets, but also... it felt good, like claiming it. Like claiming him.

He raised a brow, a little amused, a little proud. "Oh, so you’ve done your homework."

His voice wasn’t as steady as usual. Like he was trying to cover the fact that his chest was rising faster now.

I bit my lip, how could feel how flushed out I was. "Maybe."

"Alright." His hand slid into my hair, just enough to make me shiver. "Then you should also know about douching."

My stomach flipped. I’d read about it, obviously.... but hearing him say it in that low voice made me really horny.

Still, I nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes. I was so shy, I can’t deny it.

"Good," Dominic murmured. "Then go do that. Bathroom’s right there. If you need any help, just call me."

It felt surreal, like I was stepping into something huge and terrifying and inevitable. I glanced back at him once, and the way he was watching me...God I was bout to lose my virginity to Dominic Vale.

I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, leaning back against it for a second with my sweaty palms. My heart was still slamming way too hard.

The marble counter gleamed under the low light, his cologne lingering in the air like even the bathroom smelled like him.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and almost laughed...my lips were swollen, flushed face, my hair was messy, my pupils were wide like I’d already done something sinful, and I was bout to continue.

I swallowed hard, running a hand through my hair.

God. What the hell was I even doing?

This was Dominic Vale. The boy I still wasn’t sure I should trust.

And yet... I wanted him. So bad it made my chest ache.

Maybe I was insane. Maybe this was gonna end with my heart broken into pieces so small, June couldn’t even tape them back together.

But if I had to choose who I wanted to touch me first, to ruin me in the way I’d been terrified of since I was fifteen... it was him. Always him.

I splashed some water on my face, then forced myself to move, to actually do what he told me.

Damn. It was awkward and a bit embarrassing.

My face was burning the whole time, my brain screaming what if he hears you, what if you’re doing it wrong, what if he laughs.

But I kept going.

He was the only one I wanted to get it right for.

But underneath the nerves was this... thrill. A steady hum in my chest that whispered: You’re really doing this. With him. Tonight.

When it was done, I washed my hands, splashed cold water on my face again, tried to steady my breathing.

I wanted to look confident, but the truth was I was trembling everywhere.

I opened the door and stepped back into his room.

Dominic was sitting on the edge of his bed, no hoodie this time, just in his black tank top now.

His hands were braced on his knees, tapping restless patterns.

He looked... nervous. Like he’d been holding his breath the whole time I was gone.

His eyes snapped up the second I stepped out, and holyshit...he looked at me like I was naked.

"All good?" he asked, even his voice wasn’t steady.

I nodded, my throat was too tight to answer.

For a second, neither of us moved. Just silence, heavy with everything we weren’t saying.

Then he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

I hesitated in the doorway, gripping the frame like it was the only thing holding me up. "I... I’m ready."

"You have no idea how bad I want you right now. But if I screw this up...if I hurt you, I’ll never forgive myself."

I swallowed and walked towards him.

"You won’t," I whispered, climbing onto the bed, next to him. My knees pressed to the side of his thighs. My hands slid up his chest. "You won’t hurt me, Dom. I trust you."

He closed his eyes for a second, like those words gutted him. Then, when he opened them again, they weren’t nervous anymore. They were dark. Burning.

"Then come here," he said, gripping my waist, dragging me down into him like he was done holding back. "Let me take care of you."

And just like that, I forgot every reason I had to run.