The Virgin and The Pornstar - ORIGINAL (18+)

9. No Fucking Clue

For now at least.

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I walked into my apartment feeling exhausted. After the tour, Luca decided to go to some shopping center nearby. I walked all day without sitting down and my legs are killing me.

"Rosa!" I called out, hanging my keys next to the door and dropping my shopping bags.

"She's working!"

This man lives here now? I walked into the living room and found him doing pushups. I stumbled in my tracks and looked at the scene in front of me. He's shirtless again, sweating, and every time he pushes up and down, the muscles in his back move under his skin. And his grunts! Oh my goodness if he's going to be here most of the time, how am I going to survive?

I threw myself on the couch. "How did she go to work?"

"I drove her, can you do me a favor?" he asked, not looking up.

I yawned, laying down and kicking my shoes off. "Depends on what you want me to do."

I can suck your cock. I'll grind on you.

I'll let you choke me.

Alexio pushed himself up and looked at me, perspiration on his forehead. "Sit on my back."

Oh, my goodness gracious! "I can't, I'm too heavy."

He sighed heavily and stood up. Before I could protest, he picked me up bridal style. I'm surprised I didn't melt in his arms, my heart didn't even explode out of my chest even though it feels that way. My body is shaking as I stared at him with wide eyes.

Alexio looked down at me. "You're not heavy at all. Now sit on my back."

He dropped me on the couch and the air was kicked out of my lungs. Asshole! "You couldn't put me down gently?!"

He went back down on the floor. "Yeah, but I like it when you're angry. Now don't make me ask again, get on my back."

You didn't even ask me! I rolled my eyes and sat on his back anyway, crossing my legs. "Why do you like it when I'm angry."

Alexio started his pushups again. "Because you're cute when you're angry, like a mad little Yorki."

I don't know if that was a compliment or not, so I kept quiet. I held his shoulders to steady myself when I almost stumbled off. His grunts and heavy breathing are doing things to me. "Are you counting?"

"I lost count an hour ago so I'll stop when I feel like it."

"We still need to talk though."

"Ten more, then a shower, and we will."

Fair enough. He did ten more and I climbed off of him. His chest and abs dripped sweat, I had to distract myself with my phone so I wouldn't become a mess like this morning. Actually, when am I not a mess?

Alexio left the living room and fifteen minutes later. He came back with a grey tank top and sweat pants. That's it, I'm losing it. Is he wearing anything under there? All I know is, he's well hung.

I was sitting on the couch, leaning on the armrest with my knees to my chest. I covered my legs with a blanket we keep in the living room so he couldn't see my panties, no matter how much I wanted him to see.

Alexio sat in front of me and I noticed his hair dripping water from the shower. "Alright, talk to me."

Wow, he can be serious when he needs to be.

Where do I even begin? I guess the first story that actually matters. Alexio didn't interrupt me as I spoke, saving his questions for the end. I told him about how I met the last guy I fell for, Omar. How we spoke all day and night until one of us fell asleep. I told him how he treated me with so much kindness and respect and that falling for him was inevitable.