by Shay Savage
Fuck, this could not possibly be good. I tried to make light of it.
“If you just remembered you have a boyfriend, I'm not going to be pleased.”
“No…it's not that,” she said as she shook her head violently. She paused for one of the longest seconds I had ever experienced before she took a deep breath. “I'm still a virgin.”
There was no way in hell I had possibly heard her right. It had to be a joke of some sort. No woman offers her virginity to some guy she just met because he took over her office building. There was just no way.
I took a step back and released her—trying not to notice how luscious her tits looked as they dropped from my hands and bobbed up and down a little. I reached up to tug at my hair as I looked down at her. She looked…crushed.
“Olivia?” I questioned. “Are you serious?”
“Umm…yes?”
“Are you asking questions again?”
“No…I mean…yes, I'm serious.”
“You're a virgin.” I had to repeat the words because they still didn’t make any sense to me, and I was still hoping she was either joking, or I had misunderstood. She nodded, dispelling that little myth, and I ended up grasping my hair with both hands, yanking at it a little with the hope it would help me think. I was back to square one. She thought I was going to hurt her if she didn’t comply. Why else would she agree to such a thing? She probably thought I was going to fuck her and then kill her. “You think you have to do this, don't you? You think something's going to happen to you if you don't.”
“No!” she yelled, and I was a little startled by the sound. Her eyes blazed at me for a moment, and she looked me directly in the eye. “I want this. I do. I don't think I have to…I want you to be the one.”
“You want to lose your virginity to me?” I had to get the clarification. It was just too surreal. It was just too good to be real.
“Yes,” she said definitively. No doubt, no question in her tone this time.
“A guy you just met, and only met, because you were taken hostage.”
“If I had met you in a coffee shop, I'd still want you.”
My head was spinning, and I needed to get a grip. I needed something to focus on, but with her exposed tits right in front of my face, it was hard to think of anything else. I felt my tongue dart out over my lips.
“You don't want to,” she said suddenly. She nodded and her eyes looked down to the floor again. She blushed, but the color wasn’t the same—not enriched with excitement and desire, only embarrassment. Holy shit, she thought I was rejecting her. I had misread her. How long had it been since I misread someone?
“Oh, I most certainly do,” I told her. I made my own point perfectly, blindingly clear. “I'd love to be the first man inside of you. I'm certain how much I want you just tripled. I'm just finding it a little hard to believe you want it.”
“I do,” she repeated, and my cock stiffened again. “I want to…please.”
“Please?” As her word fell from my lips, I moved closer to her again, feeling drawn, as if it was me who had no choice in the matter. It was both a comforting and alarming feeling. I traced my fingers up the outsides of her arms and over her shoulders until I cradled her face between my hands. I kissed her again roughly—my sudden need for her skin on mine shocking us both, I presumed. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her body up close to mine, and I trailed kissed over her jaw and to her ear.
“Say please again,” I demanded. “I want to hear you beg me.”
She complied with my wishes. The sound of her pleas…her words of desire…there was nothing I could do but give in to her.
“How could I possibly deny that?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure if the words were for her or me. It no longer mattered. My breathing was labored and my cock straining to reach for her undoubtedly tight, virgin pussy. I hadn’t fucked a virgin since I had been one—clumsy and nervous in the back of my father’s Mercedes—making the utmost of the high school post-prom cliché.
I yanked off my belt and released the button and zipper of my pants. Feeling strangely lacking without my hands on her, I grasped her again around her torso and pushed her back against the leather couch. I kept my arms around her tightly to keep her from falling as her knees buckled with the impact. I lowered her slowly onto her back, my eyes never leaving hers. I pulled my arms out from around her, and I ran the back of my knuckles over her cheek. I wanted to ask her how old she was, where she went to school, and how the fuck she ended up working for a bastard motherfucker like Alexander Kender. Not now though—right now, I only wanted to become her first lover.
Maybe her last, too.
I nudged my knee between her thighs, and I gently pushed them apart as words spilled unbidden from my mouth.
“So beautiful,” I mumbled. “So trusting. Trapped underneath me…just waiting for me to sink into you. You don't even know what it will be like.”
I ran my thumb along the edge of her panties and realized I just couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to touch her—feel her under my fingers—find out just how wet she already was. I slid my finger under the elastic band, barely touching her clit before reaching further down to the entrance of her pussy.
“Jesus…so ready…” I moaned, closing my eyes for a moment. “You're so wet, Olivia…You really do want this.”
With one hand, I pulled her panties down her legs while I found her clit with the thumb of the other. I put some pressure there while she bucked her hips up against me. I placed my palm against her hip and held her firmly against the couch cushion, immobilizing her. I wished I had brought her little red scarf over with us because I could have tied her hands together—maybe just placed them over her head—but I wasn’t about to stop long enough to retrieve it now. I smiled at the thought and took one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, sucking hard as she gasped. I explored her pussy with my fingers while my thumb focused all its efforts on her clit.
I used the end of my finger to go in a slow, deliberate circle around her entrance while my cock strained in my boxers and screamed to get some attention. I let my fingertip slide in just a little while I watched her face, her wide, beautiful brown eyes staring up at me while her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She was so fucking gorgeous, and my cock was going to be the first one inside of her beautiful pussy. I pushed in just a bit more, moving around in a circle and stretching her a little. She felt tight, even to my finger, and my cock couldn’t wait to feel her walls gripping down on it. I hit her clit again with my thumb, and her neck arched as she cried out.
I grinned and slid my finger farther inside of her, circling her twice before I pulled back and dropped my mouth back to her breast. I ran my tongue in a slow circle, matching the pace of my thumb against her clit. She moaned my name, and I had to stop myself from just impaling her.
“That's it, baby,” I murmured against her skin, then pulled her nipple back into my mouth, loving the taste of her sweet skin. I let a second finger join the first inside of her, and I felt her muscles starting to clamp down against them. She was close already. She tried to raise her hips again, but I kept them down, using more pressure from my thumb and hand while my fingers slowly slid deeper into her. Her legs started shaking as she panted. She gripped my shoulders with her fingers, the nails piercing my skin, and it felt really, really good.
“Come on, baby.” I hummed against her breast. Her whole body was tensed, poised on the edge and ready to just fall over into oblivion, but she still just held on tight, gasping for breath. I licked around her nipple again before raising myself up and looking back into her wide open eyes. I released her hip and entwined my fingers into her hair, pulling it a little as I stared down at her—commanding, begging. “Come on—let go. Come for me, Olivia.”
“Oh God,” she breathed through slightly parted lips. She bucked up hard against my hand as her back arched. “Oh God…Adam! Adam! Adam!”
She kept yelling my name over and over again, and even though I knew they cou
ld undoubtedly hear us in the outer office, I didn’t give a shit. She could scream out my name all fucking day, and I wouldn’t get tired of hearing it.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said as she dropped back to the couch and tried to regain her senses. My smile wasn’t containable as I watched her stare up at me, either in post-coital ecstasy or maybe just shock. I wasn’t sure which, but it sure looked good. “I could watch that over and over again.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. Not another fucking minute. I took off my shoes and socks. I shoved my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them off unceremoniously. I glanced back up in time to see her widen her eyes and her throat bob as she swallowed hard. She was staring at me…well, at my cock.
“Is that going to…fit?”
I tried not to laugh out loud and almost succeeded.
“Yeah, baby. It will fit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” I took her face back into my hands and kissed her softly. My now freed cock sought out her flesh, brushing against her bare thigh.
“It's…big,” she mumbled, and I had to laugh. I wasn’t sure if she actually meant to say it or not, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the sentiment.
“You're great for the ego,” I told her, kissing her again with light, feathery touches of my lips. I grunted as she unexpectedly reached down to touch me. Her fingers grazed lightly over the head and then traveled down my length. I held still for a moment, relishing the warmth of her touch, but I eventually couldn’t help myself and flexed a little into her hand. She pulled her fingers away, slowly running up over my stomach and chest before she gripped my shoulder again. I placed my lips against her cheek and positioned myself between her legs. I ran my hands down the outsides of her thighs, gripping the backs of her knees and bending them up, giving me better access to her warm insides. I could see her pink folds displayed before me, reminding me I had to be gentle—no one had been there before me.
The thought made my cock twitch in anticipation. I dipped my fingers back into her, making sure she was still ready for me.
“I'll be gentle with you,” I swore to her as I ran my thumb across the flesh underneath her eye. “It's still going to hurt…a little. You know that, right?”
She said she did and wasn’t particularly apprehensive about the idea though her muscles were still tense and unyielding. I slowly removed my fingers, dragging them up and over her slit before I grasped my dick in my hand and mentally reminded myself to go slow with her. She clamped down on my legs with her thighs as I ran my cock over her pussy lips, leaving the head slick with her wetness. I centered on her opening and leaned over her, brushing the soft skin of her cheek with my lips before I found her ear.
“Relax, baby,” I said. I sucked on the flesh of her earlobe and then tongued across her jaw before I reached her mouth again. Her lips were trembling, and I pulled back to take a good look at her. “Look at me, Olivia.”
Her chest rose as she took in a deep breath and slowly let it back out again. She met my eyes, hers still wide but not showing any fear. I cupped the side of her face with my hand, braced my weight against my legs, and slowly pushed into her.
Oh Christ…
The heat of her—the tightness, wrapping around me and squeezing down like a fucking warm, soft vise on my cock, sucking me in just as well as any mouth ever could. I strained to keep my eyes open and not just give in to the feeling and slam into her as hard as I could. I focused on her—making sure she wasn’t in pain. I brushed her lips with mine over and over again as I slid forward, finally getting the head of my cock just inside of her and meeting the slightest resistance. The thin, barely there membrane was so slight, I could just barely discern its existence. I only knew it felt different over the head of my cock, and I paused in my movements.
“Still okay?” I asked. I hadn’t realized I was breathing so hard until I tried to speak. She nodded and shifted a little, pushing me up against the barrier again. “God…you are so tight, baby. Are you ready?”
“Yes, please…”
She didn’t have to beg for this. I could hardly stop myself as I tensed my stomach muscles and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet, no longer virgin pussy. It was incredible, fantastic, insanely exquisite, completely and totally perfect. From underneath me, I heard Olivia yelp and felt her tense all around me. It was enough to bring me around.
“Oh…shit…fuck.” I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of anything that would stop me from just blasting her with a load of semen instantly. “Did I hurt you?”
“Just a little,” she admitted.
Okay—that wasn’t so bad. I could already feel her relaxing around me, her fingers no longer gripping my skin as tightly as they were before.
“Are you all right now?” I asked.
“I think so.”
I forced myself not to yell, but fuck it all if her lack of a definitive answer wasn’t going to literally send me to an early grave.
“Damnit! Say yes or no, Olivia.” I could hardly breathe, let alone speak coherently. “I am having a hard time controlling myself here. Damn…ugh!”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Forcing my breathing into a slower pace, I moved back slightly before easing forward, feeling her body grasping and pulling me in further. I could hear myself moaning, my lips still close enough to brush hers without effort, but my mind was in a complete daze. Maybe it was the lack of a condom; maybe it was because she was so, so tight, and maybe it was because she was a sweet, young woman giving me her complete and total trust when she obviously had no business doing so. Whatever the reason, I could hardly contain myself. It was so vastly different from any other woman I had ever fucked; I simply didn’t know what to make of it.
Moving as slowly as I could, I pulled back and pushed into her again, feeling the resistance of her body, and little by little, breaking through it. I reached back into her mouth with my tongue, and she groaned against my breath as she gripped my hair and held me to her. Keeping pace with my increasing thrusts, I fucked her mouth with my tongue while my cock explored her warm pussy.
“God, Olivia!” I practically screamed her name. I released her mouth and went back to her throat to mark her skin again, my mind calling out to make her mine. No one else would ever touch her—only me. “So fucking tight…so good…”
I slid nearly out of her, the head of my cock poised just inside of her before slamming back in. She cried out, and her fingers dug deliciously into my scalp as I started really fucking her, rolling my hips as the end of my cock reached the deepest point. She cried out again and again as her muscles tightened around me, massaging my length as I held myself up against her clit. Her whole body shuddered underneath me, and she stopped breathing for a moment.
“Oh yes…Olivia.” I covered her lips with mine again, my words spilling from my mouth and into hers. “Fuck, that feels good...I could feel you coming on my cock…fuck…so fucking tight…”
I could no longer hold back, and I bucked my hips into her nearly uncontrollably. My hands covered her body—over her shoulders, her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she cried and moaned with pleasure. I explored her arms, her legs, and her stomach. I couldn’t get enough of her. Leaning back, I grabbed her knee and pulled her leg up over my shoulder so I could penetrate her deeper. In my peripheral vision, I could see the bright red strap around her ankle, and it was nearly my undoing. Her cries turned into deep, guttural moans as she arched her neck and back. I started growling into her ear—telling her how good she felt, cursing, begging. I could have even told her I loved her. I had no idea. Then I was apologizing because I couldn’t possibly hold out any longer and I was going to come in her.
“You are so tight, Olivia…baby…I can't…soon…ugh…ugh…”
Her pussy tightened around my cock, and I reached around her shoulders to pull her body up against my chest as I slammed into her over and over again. My balls tightened, my legs trie
d to give out, and a moment later, she was screaming my name again as I poured into her.
I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and I dropped down onto her in a lump of muscle-less flesh. I nestled my forehead between her breasts and reveled in the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around me while my cock softened inside of her. After a moment, her grip lessened, and her hand found my hair again, gently stroking through it instead of pulling at it. I tried to remember the last time I had felt so at peace. I was fairly certain it had been about three years ago.
With a moment of mental clarity, I realized I had all my weight on her.
“Fuck…I must be crushing you.” I shifted, trying to relieve her of some of my weight, which caused my dick to slip out of her. Damnit. I had rather liked it there.
“No,” she said, “it's okay. You feel good on top of me.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be the one to complain about our current position.
“You feel pretty fucking fine underneath me.” I looked up at her and smirked as I let my eyes travel up and down her naked form. “The view from here is incredible. I could get used to this.”
She snickered and covered her mouth with her hand. I saw her eyes drift down, taking a good look at me before smiling a little and biting down on her lip.
“The view from down here is pretty nice, too,” she said. I grinned at her like an idiot, and she wriggled underneath me. Just having her eyes on me was bound to get me hard again, but the added bonus of her jiggling tits was phenomenal. Though I really didn’t have time for it, I shifted my hips into her anyway and cocked my eyebrow suggestively. I could feel how wet she still was, and I didn’t think it was just from ejaculating inside of her. I had been the first man inside of her, and I already wanted more. What were the chances of her being here in this office, just waiting for me to sink my cock into her?
