Page 24 of White Room Virgin

Oh no… I was absolutely not in the mood for her—not then, not ever, really. She might have appeared nice and all, but only to everyone else. With me, she always behaved like a fucking teen on a sex drug.

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” I said to Andrea, who also saw Jessica coming.

“Sure thing. Get lost.” She chuckled and offered me a knowing pat on the shoulder.

Like a thief in the night, I crept past the people, hoping Jessica wouldn’t spot me. And I was lucky, because when I glanced over my shoulder, she was talking to Andrea.

Lucky me.As I reached the entrance, the notion of fresh air didn’t seem so bad. Climbing the stairs, I emerged into the cool night. Under the canopy, I lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

A short distance away on the sidewalk, Marco and his bandmates were discussing the gig and appeared quite content, which was likely a positive sign considering the upcoming release show. As I didn’t want to intrude, I remained under the canopy, leaning against the letterboxes, and smoked my cigarette in peace. I enjoyed the silence and the fresh air—a stark contrast to the rehearsal room.

“Lu!” Marco called out. “How did you like it?”

“Good,” I replied without moving. “You guys rock.”

“See!” Marco exclaimed, turning to his bandmates. “This is going to be great!”

Three of them finally bid goodbye, and Marco pulled the new singer along with him. “Noé, this is Lucien. Lu, this is our new singer, Noé.”

My first impression was confirmed: Noé was a sight for sore eyes. His long hair was now knotted at the back of his head, and he looked at me from his deep dark blue eyes. Noé was slim, his every movement was lascivious, and he was bursting with sex appeal. And that distinctive jawline was striking.

It seemed that we exchanged prolonged glances, much to Marco’s discomfort, without either of us thinking to break the silence. Marco cleared his throat. “Oookay…” he said, his tone wavering with indecision. “I’ll … go and have a piss.”

As soon as Marco went inside, Noé smiled—not embarrassed or anything, no, he was clearly flirting with me and knew exactly how to do it. “I saw you from the stage.” His voice was raspy and totally sexy.

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words. And as Noé stepped closer, a cold shiver ran down my spine.

Smile, Lu!

I put on my charming smile and licked my lips. “You were really hot up there … on stage,” I said, and I wasn’t even lying. The man was so hot. Even my cock saw it that way, making itself known with a twitch.

“We could have a bit of fun together,” Noé said, shrugging his shoulders innocently.

I glared at him and tried to read his expression to see if he was joking. But he seemed to be serious. I bit my lower lip and smiled. “Okay.”

Noé opened the front door and let me go first. Instead of going back down to the basement, I ascended to the landing.The automatic light didn’t reach here, and it was comfortably gloomy. I turned to Noé, grabbed him by the upper arms and pushed him back against the wall. He smiled contentedly, appearing quite at ease in his role as the prey, yet his eyes sparkled with the greed of a predator. I stroked his chest, up to his neck and touched his beautiful lips. Unable to hold back any longer, I kissed Noé passionately and he responded with equal fervor, our kisses igniting a fiery intensity between us. Our tongues entwined and we took each other’s breath away.

I pressed my body against his and elicited a sweet sound from him. The heat inside me increased more and more, and when Noé slipped his hands under my shirt, he finally set me on fire. Fireworks ignited in my head and my skin tingled from head to toe. We devoured each other more and more, and while Noé traced the contours of my body, I pressed my pelvis against the bulge in his tight jeans. He gasped for air, and I grabbed him by the neck and pushed my tongue even deeper into his mouth. Full of desire, I rubbed my hard-on against his. Noé was bittersweet—until the pressure in my pants became unbearable. When he fiddled with my belt, I briefly opened my eyes, craving a glimpse of his beautiful face.

And suddenly, I saw Jonah in front of me.

“Woah!” Startled, I tore myself away from Noé. My heart had stopped for a moment and I was out of breath. “What the hell …”

But it wasn’t just me who was totally out of it. Noé also seemed to have been startled at the same moment. “I’m sorry, I …”

“Me too.”

Yes, I’d had quite a few drinks, but nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Noé approached me and I eyed him suspiciously. The sight of him was breathtaking. But as much as I wanted to concentrate on him, Jonah was buzzing around in my head. “I don’t know if I … can.”

Bloody hell! Those words were coming out of my mouth!

“It’s not your fault,” I replied immediately, and Noé forced an outrageously charming smile.

“How about if I …?” He glanced provocatively at the bulge in my pants. “This way we can both think about whoever is bothering us at the moment.

Before I could even consider declining the offer—though I’m not sure if I would have—Noé knelt before me, unzipped my pants, and got to work.

Yes, I thought of Jonah. And I imagined that it was him who was sucking me off with such dedication.

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