Virgin In The City

by Alexa Riley

  “If you want the picture, I can get it for you,” I say.

  “No, that’s okay. I kind of like it here where people can see it. It’s his legacy, and it’s part of the history here.” She smiles at me like I’ve given her a puppy on Christmas morning. “Thank you so much, Bear. This is really beautiful.”

  And just like that, I’ve fallen completely in love with her.

  “Doll face,” I say, pulling her close to me. “You can’t look at me like that.”

  “Why?” she asks, confused.

  “Because it makes me want you so bad I can’t control myself.”

  “Maybe control is overrated?”

  Her hands are bold as they move down my chest and to the front of my shorts. Her delicate fingers trace the edge of the elastic and my knees feel like they’re going to buckle.

  Glancing around, I see there’s a linen closet next to us and I pick her up and carry her into it. She squeals in surprise when I close the door behind us and set her down on her feet.

  “You make me lose all my senses,” I say as my hands cup her breasts over her shirt. “I’m going crazy for you.”

  “I’m already there,” she says, her hands almost as frantic as mine.

  I move my hand down to cup her pussy over her shorts and feel her heat. I rub her there, and she moans, so I keep doing it. My cock is so hard we could use it to wedge the door shut, but instead I rub it against her hip. My lips find hers in the dark and we kiss and kiss until I’m so dizzy I think I might pass out. It could be that all the blood in my body has moved to my dick because I can feel my heartbeat between my legs.

  “Don’t stop,” she says when I take my hand away, but it’s only to unbutton her shorts. I dip my fingers down inside them and into her panties, feeling her sticky wetness on her lips.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan, grinding my cock on her.

  My fingers rub on her clit and she grips my forearm. I think for a second she’s going to pull it away, but she just moves it up and down faster. I wonder if this is how she does it when she masturbates, and I groan with the painful need to watch her do it.

  I’m humping her thigh and hip as I rub her pussy, both of us in a frenzy to find relief. When I feel her other hand go to the waistband of my shorts and reach in to grab my cock, I cry out.

  “Goddamn it, doll face,” I say through gritted teeth. Her hand stops, and I grab her arm like she’s gripping mine and jerk it up and down. “Faster,” I grunt.

  The room is pitch black and our heavy breathing is echoing in my ears. I can smell her pussy and my sweat, and I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.

  “Bear!” she cries out as she wiggles against me and her body begins to shake.

  I can feel my fingers become slick with her release, and the knowledge that she just came on me is my undoing. I release in strong spurts as she jacks me off. She uses the sticky cum to coat my cock, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me. The sounds I make are low and guttural, and it probably sounds like an animal dying on the other side of the door. But dear god, I’ve never felt anything so good in all my life.

  There are stars in my eyes from the force of my orgasm. I kiss her softly as my fingers slow against her clit and I feel the last of her pleasure leave her body. When I think she’s finished I reach up and swipe the stickiness on her lips, then kiss her again. The taste of her pussy is sexy and rich, and I can’t wait to lay her out on my bed and drink from her fountain.

  I lick my fingers as my eyes adjust to the dark. I grab a nearby towel while she buttons up her pants, and I clean up some of the mess I made in my shorts. She giggles when I pick her up and pull her against my body, kissing her one more time.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I say against her lips.

  “Can we do that again?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Pepper

  I cover the chicken lightly with breadcrumbs and parmesan and then slide it into the oven. I wash my hands and then go back over to my laptop to make sure I did the recipe right. After the gym, Bear and I parted ways after a hot and heavy makeout session in the hallway. He needed to take a shower and I needed to check on some emails that I’d gotten today about a few items I put up on Etsy. I hate parting with some of the things I make for money, but if I want to make a living doing this I have to. I like keeping the things I make or giving them as gifts, but that’s not practical for running a business.

  When I see that it looks like I did everything right I head for my bedroom to change before Bear comes back over. I swear my body still tingles from what he did to me today. I’d touched myself before but that had never happened. What was even more shocking was how bold I was with him. I wanted to touch him so badly and the desire overpowered my insecurity.

  It’s still hard to believe that my sweet teddy bear is the same man I saw in the ring today practicing. What’s even more crazy is that I wasn’t turned off by any of it. I didn't see any anger from him like my aunt talked about with my dad. How he’d so easily lose his temper. Bear is nothing like that.

  I take the braid out of my hair and let it fall free. Then I change into a T-shirt. It’s got a few paint stains on it, but we’re staying in for the night. I refresh my lip gloss and mascara and stare at myself in the mirror. I reach up my back and unsnap my bra and take it off. I turn to the side in the mirror and wonder if Bear will notice I don’t have anything on under my thin shirt.

  Satisfied I head back into the kitchen and get a soda then mess around on my laptop until Bear shows up. He said he was going to take a shower and call his agent before he came over. But that was three hours ago.

  My mind drifts back to being in the closet with him and his hand between my legs. I close my eyes as my hand slides into my jean shorts. I moan his name when I find my clit, wishing he was the one doing this to me. I stroke myself and spread my legs wider, trying to pretend it’s his hand. I grow wetter, but I can’t get there like I did with him. I try harder, getting a little closer to my release, but then my phone pings.

  I grab it thinking maybe it’s Bear but then remember he’s never asked for my number. I see it’s the doorman sending me a text about someone who’s here to pick up an order. I jump up, texting him back and telling him to send them up. I forgot my customer was coming to pick up the order since they live so close. Now I won't have to worry about shipping the blanket I made.

  I don’t know why I got the urge to make a baby blanket, but I spent a lot of time on it. I researched for days for the perfect pattern then spent a few weekends making it. I put it up for sale last night and I was shocked at all the messages I’d gotten so quickly.

  I run the soft pink blanket against my cheek, knowing I’ll miss this one more than most things I’ve made. With a sigh, I go my front door and hope that whatever baby gets it enjoys it as much as I enjoyed making it.

  I smile brightly as I pull open the door, but then my smile wavers when I see a man standing there. He’s in a suit and his dark hair is slicked back. He’s tall and thin, and though he’s not nearly as big as Bear he gives me an uneasy feeling.

  “Can I help you?” Maybe he meant to go to Bear’s door. He looks like he might be a lawyer, or maybe it’s his agent.

  His eyes roam over me, making me feel naked. I take a step back to put some distance between us, but he takes it as an invitation and steps forward.

  “We emailed.” he says, moving into the doorway so I can’t close it.

  “About the blanket?” I hold it up so he can see it. Maybe he’s the expectant father?

  He smirks and nods. “Sure, the blanket.” Am I missing the joke? “I’ll buy the blanket, but we both know why I’m here.”

  A knot forms in my stomach and dread rolls over me. I swallow and try to find my courage. “I think you should leave.” My voice cracks as I push the door, making a move to shut it. I’m hoping that he’ll back up, but all he does it grab it.

  “Come on, you little tease. I saw all your vide
os online.” He says it like I was making porn or something.

  Before I can respond he’s being pulled back and I hear him shout as he’s tossed down the hallway. He hits the wall with a loud thud. I cringe at the noise.

  Bear stands over him looking fit to be tied. I’ve never seen that rage on his face before. Not even when I watched a few clips of his fights.

  “Motherfuck,” he says through clenched teeth.

  He leans down and picks the man up as if he’s a ragdoll, and the guy’s eyes are huge with fear.

  “Cannon?” he sputters.

  I think maybe they know each other, but then I remember Bear’s kind of famous. Bear doesn't respond to him, but instead punches him hard right in the stomach. The man cries out in pain and doubles over.

  “When a lady asks you to leave, you fucking respect that.” He hits the man again before he tosses him to the ground. He crumples to a pile and I stand there shocked. I can feel my mouth hanging open as Bear turns his eyes on me. He’s still so incredibly angry.

  I watch the man try to stand up then crawl over to the elevator. He bangs on the button over and over before it finally opens and he stumbles inside. When the door closes behind him, Bear turns his attention to me. I take a few steps back at the look in his eyes. My heart is pounding as he comes toward me and slams the door behind him.

  He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts it to his ear. “How the fuck did he get up here?” he yells into the phone. I assume the doorman or someone in security is getting an earful. I raise my hand and Bear looks over at me. “Never let him back in this building. I’ll be down later to go over new protocol.”

  He tosses his phone onto a nearby table and his eyes rake over my body. Then he runs his hand down his face, yet none of the tension is wiped away.

  “I thought he was here to buy the blanket.” I lift it up to show him.

  “I can see your nipples,” he says, slowly walking towards me.

  I blush, looking down at the thin material. When he wraps his arm around my waist, he pulls me flush against him, and then I think about what I was doing before the knock on the door. His other hand goes to my neck as he holds me close.

  “You gave that man your address?” His voice is low, but it’s not scary anymore.

  I nod. I don’t know why I assumed it would be a woman. Bear shakes his head and I don't know what to do. I drop the blanket and put my hands on his chest.

  “Don’t be angry with me.” My words come out in a low whisper.

  “I’m not angry with you, Pepper.” He’s gentle, and I know he was just worried about me.

  “You called me Pepper.” That knot that was in my stomach has now moved to my throat.

  Bear’s phone rings, but he ignores it. “Doll face,” he corrects as he leans to kiss me, but then his phone rings again. He curses before he lets me go and walks over to the table. When he sees the screen, he lets out another curse and answers it.

  “What now?” He pauses for a moment and then lets out a frustrated sigh. “All right. I’ll be down in a second.” He drops the phone on the table and I’m suddenly really sad. I don’t want him to leave. Not right now.

  “I’ll be back,” he tells me, and I shake my head. He looks like he’s about to come back over to me but then opens the door. “Lock it behind me and keep your butt in here.”

  When it’s closed, I walk over and flip the lock. I have no idea where he’s going, but he left his phone here. So he has to come back. Right?

  The timer for the oven goes off, reminding me that I have food still cooking. I take the chicken out and place the pan on the stovetop. I have no idea what’s happening, but it feels like the whole night is ruined.

  Chapter Ten

  Bear

  It’s late by the time I get finished with the police. The fucker who got upstairs called the cops and wanted to press charges. Then the news showed up and shit got crazy. I ended up having to call my agent to release a statement, press my own charges against the asshole and have a meeting with security. I’m not sure what kind of story they ran tonight or what’s all over social media, but I’m done for today. I can’t deal with that shit anymore.

  I’ve never experienced panic like I did at seeing that man hovering over Pepper. I saw the fear in her eyes instantly and it was all I could do not to rip him apart. But I knew if she saw me react that way it would scare her even more and I had to keep the situation under control.

  The guy told the police that Pepper invited him up to her place. He wouldn’t show anyone the emails as evidence, which makes me believe that all she did was try to sell some of her stuff and that fuckhead was trying to take advantage of her. I knew some of those guys following her were only there to look at her. She’s breathtaking, but when she’s excited and talking about something she loves, it’s the most captivating thing I’ve ever seen. I would want her if I saw her on a video, too, but she’s mine now and I’m not letting that shit happen.

  Thankfully the police were on my side with the whole thing and ended up hauling the guy out of there. I don’t think he’ll have the balls to come back from how he cowered every time I looked at him. The only reason he said anything is because I’m famous and he thought it was going to be a payday for him. Think again, asshole.

  I glance back at the mob of people outside the building and shake my head. I get on the elevator and punch in the new code and take it all the way to the top. It’s after midnight and I’m supposed to be up at dawn for a training session. It’s getting close to my final fight and I need all the workouts I can get. I was supposed to have a press conference this week to talk about it, but my agent thinks it’s a bad idea after tonight.

  On top of all that, I didn’t get to spend any time with Pepper. I got caught up talking to my agent and then my aunt called me right then. I ended up talking to her for an hour because I was telling her all about Pepper. Then when I was just about to leave, Rico called me and told me I needed to do a conference call with my doctor. They had to go over all my tests to make sure my body is clean and ready for the fight.

  I was so excited to see her, then this shitstorm rains down. Now, all I want to do is apologize and then make it up to her.

  When I get to her door, I knock softly and wait. There’s no answer, and when I put my ear to the door I can hear the television. I pull out the key I have for her place and unlock the door. I own the building, but hers is the only place I have a key to. I’ll leave the others up to maintenance and security. This floor is handled by only me from here on out. Pepper’s safety is my number one priority.

  “Doll face?” I say when I walk inside.

  Immediately I see her asleep on the couch and she looks so sweet and innocent. I close the door behind me and lock it, knowing I’m not going home tonight. I walk over and turn off the television and then scoop her up in my arms. She grunts a little, but it’s adorable as she wiggles in my arms.

  “Bear?” she says, not opening her eyes and placing a kiss on my neck.

  “Were you expecting someone else?” She mumbles something that I can’t understand, and I smile as I carry her to her room and place her in bed.

  She clings to me when I try to lean away, but I kiss her cheek and she lets go. She’s wearing the thin T-shirt she had on earlier, but she’s taken her shorts off. I remove my shirt and toss it on the floor then take off my shorts and shoes. I climb into bed beside her, wearing only my underwear, and pull the blankets up over us. I spoon in behind her and feel peace settle over me. I’m hard and I want so badly to do again what we did earlier today, but I’m exhausted and so is she.

  Her body melts into mine and I can hear the soft sounds of her breathing. Her bed is small, but I don’t need much space, and I’d sleep on the floor if it meant being near her right now. All the bullshit and aggravations that were bothering me on the way up are suddenly inconsequential. The only thing that matters is my girl.

  “Don’t stop,” Pepper says as I blink sleepily.

  It t
akes me a second to figure out what’s happening when I look down and see I’m on top of her. I can feel my dick about to bust out of my underwear as I try to fuck her with it. It’s still dark out, but there’s a light on by her bed that lets me see everything. Her blonde hair spills over her pillow and her lips are swollen like we’ve been kissing.

  I thought I was dreaming.

  “It feels so good,” she says rolling her hips against my erection, and I nearly swallow my tongue.

  Looking down I see her panties are gone and she’s got her legs spread wide. My erection is pushing against my boxer briefs and is soaking wet at the tip where I keep trying to push it inside her.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper as I take it all in.

  “Please,” she moans as she wiggles and pulls at my underwear, trying to take my cock out.

  I thrust into her again, feeling the material keeping us apart. It’s absolute torture as I pretend to fuck her, not getting to what I want most. When her hand dips inside my underwear I don’t stop her. Did I try to when I was sleeping? I’m used to ten hours of sleep a night and I must have just been overly exhausted that I never woke up before now. Thank god I didn’t miss the good stuff.

  When she pulls down the material we’re both quiet as the implications are clear. I push forward in her hand and the tip brushes along her clit, and we both groan in pleasure. I rock back and forth, feeling her skin on my skin as pearls of cum bead at the tip of my cock. They drop down onto her and I rub them in, using them to help me glide on her.

  I’ve trained most of my life and I’m in peak physical health. But right now, I’m shaking all over as my muscles tense. I gulp in air with every slide of my cock against her pussy and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.