by Candy Quinn
I really can’t get Will out of my mind, can I? I’m already pissed because I couldn’t get to sleep easily last night, worrying too much about who he might be and how fucking hot the massive cock between those cut thighs must be.
But the sound waking me up is that of a drill, or maybe a jackhammer, I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it puts me in an even worse mood. I throw some clothes on — just a white shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of boots good for trudging around in the outdoors, and I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before heading outside.
My jaw drops at what I see. There are at least a dozen workers practically in the research grounds, right on top of the site I’m supposed to be surveying. They’re digging some kind of trench and laying down what looks like metalwork.
“Hey!” I shout, waving my arms as I run up to them, and some of them just give me a confused look. I think they’re genuinely surprised to see someone coming out of the old research station. “Hey, turn the machines off! What the hell are you doing?!” I shout, but the machines are off at the last word, leaving me screaming through relative silence, and my face goes red as a couple of the workers chuckle at me.
“Just doing our jobs, lady,” one of them says.
“You’re on top of a delicate ecosystem!” I protest, stamping a foot, but the workers just exchange glances.
“Look, we’re just making a living, kid,” one of them grunts. “You got a problem with it, take it to the boss,” he says, jabbing a thumb towards a tent a little ways up the road. I frown and start off that direction, suppressing a curse under my breath. I can’t get mad at them, they’re right — they’re just doing their jobs. Probably for some fucking corporate venture capitalist, no doubt.
As I approach the tent, I see signs around a pretty spiffy tent that read Delaney Enterprises, and that just confirms my suspicion, and I groan. That must be why I got this station so easily. Nobody wants to tangle with these industrial fatcats. I sure as hell don’t either, but I need a thesis to present, so I need some peace and quiet for the ecosystem, for fuck’s sake!
“Alright,” I announce myself as I pull back the tent flap unannounced, “I don’t care who you think you are or how many of us students you’ve brushed off, guy, but if you think you’re going to endanger the local ecosystem for some new condos, then you’ve got another thing-”
I stop as I see who turns to look at me, wearing that same damn cocky smile of his, his head nearly brushing the top of the tent. “...coming?” he finishes for me, folding his hands behind his back. “Yes, I was wondering when you’d be coming, Harper.”
My mouth hangs open, and I just stare at him as he steps forward, passing the table full of papers and schematics, towering over me as I feel all my confidence fly away in terror. No. Fucking. Way.
“I told you we’d be seeing each other soon,” he says, and before I can react, he reaches up and takes my chin in a thumb and forefinger, smiling down at me as he turns me about like some kind of piece of meat. “But I’m curious, now that you’ve had some time to rest and somehow look lovelier than before, what do I have coming, precisely?”
There’s a confidence in his voice that makes me feel so insulted, so brushed off, but I still feel my cheeks reddening at the sight of him again, and how easily he commands the situation. Is this still the kind, flirty man I met at the airport, or was that a facade?
“I…” I start, and at the first sign of my hesitation, he grins, knowing he’s already won. “I can’t believe you!” I blurt out, and that seems to mildly surprise him. “You just picked me up from the airport — you lied to me! And you put on all that charm knowing full well that I was going to wake up to... to all this in the morning?”
“It was too much fun to pass up,” he admits, and I notice he’s wearing a dark red shirt this morning, his pants hugging his legs even more snugly than yesterday, and I can see downright chiseled muscles through them. The island climate has done this guy well. “But you were too distracted with me to care much even if I’d told you I was a serial killer out to make you my next victim,” he says, his eyes holding me transfixed, and damn it, I know he’s right.
I suddenly pull away from him, realizing I hadn’t yet, and he raises his eyebrows as if to say “case in point.” Fuck, any chance of being taken seriously by this guy is out the window, isn’t it? “I was tired,” I protest, but I give my head a shake. “Nevermind that — this is a delicate ecosystem, don’t you know that? You’re endangering, well, all kinds of stuff by being here! You have to stop this work immediately!”
“Don’t think for a moment I don’t admire your tenacity,” he says, stepping forward as I step back, and he wraps a hand around my waist. I can’t believe this guy — who does he think he is? It’s even more infuriating that my body doesn’t let me slip away from him — my subconscious has been dreaming about this all night. Shit. Is this even really happening? “But I’m not going to put all my plans on hold because some sex-hungry student asks me to.”
Before I can protest, he leans down and presses those full lips into mine, and I feel an ache of need between my thighs, a traitorous moan escaping my lips into the kiss. He pulls me closer to him by the hips, and as I melt into it and explore his tongue as it reaches out to mine, I can smell his faint cologne, feel the light stubble brush against my lips as he kisses me hungrily.
His persona might have been a lie, but god, his desire is not. I feel his shaft growing against my hips, and color floods my cheeks as I realize that even my fantasies of how big he is were an underestimate.
My breath catches in my throat as his mouth trails down my neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh while his hands slide up my shirt. My eyes pop open as my senses triumphantly muscle their way to the front of my mind for a moment, and I push him away. Well, I push at him, but he realizes what I’m doing and takes a step back, smiling down at me.
“What are you doing?!” I say, realizing how flustered I look, a tendril of hair now hanging over my eye.
“Is this not what you want?” he asks, and the tone in the voice tells me he’s daring me. “You got a taste of who I am yesterday, so if you’d really wanted to get out of this, you would have turned around and given me a look at that pretty little ass of yours as you walked out the moment you saw me in here. Or am I wrong?”
Fuck.
“I...I mean, I…” I’m stammering, and he takes a step forward again when I don’t retreat. What do I do? He’s right, damn it. Nearly every part of my body wants him to just strip the clothes off me and fuck me senseless right here and now, but I know that’s insane. That’s irresponsible. That’s... wrong!
“I see how you look at me, Harper,” he says. God, I can’t get enough of my name on his tongue, and there’s so much more I want on that tongue, and fast. “But I need to hear you say it.” He leans in so close I can smell his cologne again, a subtle, masculine scent. “Tell me, ‘Will, fuck me. Fuck me here, now.’ I won’t touch you again if you don’t say that.”
I look up at him, my brown eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the canvas of the tent. For a moment, I stick out my lip and narrow my eyes, my fists clenching. Who the hell does this guy think he is, using my own body against me like this? I want to slap him, and I raise my hand to do just that, but he grabs my wrist, pulling him close to me.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I said it,” I whisper as I guide his huge, rough hand down to my pants and down the front of them until they touch the wetness there.
“Think that would get you a free shot?” he says, and I immediately feel fear of what I’ve unleashed as I see the spark of interest in his eyes, but the next moment, he hooks his fingers into my cunt, and I let out a gasp.
His fingers are long and strong, and I feel like he could pick me up with one hand as he his index digs deep into me, holding my eye contact as he guides me over to one of the tables. In a swing, he brushes the papers onto the floor before pushing me back onto it. His hand then goes to my pants and un
buttons the front, fingers never leaving my pussy, and as I lean back, I try to clench my thighs as he strokes deep inside me, a slow, thoughtful motion that elicits a gasp from my chest.
He gives a low murmur as he smiles. “I like to feel a woman completely before I enter her,” he says, stroking again as he holds my thighs apart gently yet firmly, “but you, Harper, you’re something else, aren’t you?”
I can’t answer, my mind abuzz with the sensation of this surreal Adonis stroking my inside, and then he grazes my g-spot, and my eyes widen, and I let out a squeak involuntarily. He laughs, and I can feel his rock-hard cock grinding against me through his pants. “There we are,” he says in a low, hot voice, and despite a whimper of protest, he slips his hand out and starts to undo his own pants.
I’m breathing hot and heavy when he lowers them, and when his cock comes out, it’s more impressive than even my orgasmic dreams promised. The girth is so huge that I wonder if I can even fit the thing into my mouth—but why does the thought of it in my mouth come so readily to me? I’m a grad student, for god’s sake, not some cock-hungry sex fiend. But when I look at Will, the line gets blurred really fast.
His hands strokes his cock, from the bulging crown, down the thick, vein-ribbed shaft, to the heavy, virile balls at the base. I don’t have to have my mouth on that godly cock to know how potent he is. He reaches into his pocket to take out a condom—the bastard, he was expecting to fuck someone today—but I shake my head despite myself.
“No,” I breathe, “I want to feel you. I want that thing inside me raw.” What the actual fuck, Harper?!
Despite the desperate protests of my judgement, I push my hips up, and he narrows his eyes at me. I watch them rove up and down my body, taking in my breasts, the shorts pulled down with no panties under them, and he lingers on my hips a while. As he does, I see his cock stiffen a little harder, if such a thing were even possible.
“You are a very interesting one, Harper Emerson,” he muses, his voice deep, raspy with hunger. He holds my thighs apart and rests his dick on my swollen, puffy, needy lips, and before I can even say anything, he enters me.
Instantly, I feel my insides light on fire, an all-consuming, ecstatic fire I never knew I needed before now, but as I start to cry out in pleasure, he puts a strong hand over my mouth, narrowing his eyes as he starts to grind into me all the way to the shaft.
“Quiet now, Harper,” he says with a grin, “don’t want the workers to hear us, do we?”
Maybe I do.
As his balls touch my ass and he starts bucking back and forth properly, my eyes roll back into my head, my jaw hanging open when he takes his mouth away. His hands are iron bands around my thighs, leaving my needy cunt utterly exposed to him, desperate for his attention, and he’s so fucking generous!
He pounds into me, his cock swelling even more as I’m so tight around him, feeling every last inch of his monstrously satisfying cock. His head bulges within me, hitting spots I never even thought were accessible.
It doesn’t take me long to realize that this man isn’t like ordinary men, even if this is my first time. God, this is my first time—and I’m giving it up to a man I’ve only known for a few hours!
The thought makes something primal well up in me, and I can’t hold back a scream as my orgasm wracks my body, honey flooding that perfect, godly shaft lodged deep inside me, reaching in and caressing most sensitive, private parts of my cunt.
His hands squeeze into me after I let out that loud announcement of my passion, and his cock arches up inside me as he pounds, his crown grinding against my g-spot and leaving me paralyzed, impaled on him.
“Well well,” he coos, his voice thick with pleasure, “now everyone’s heard what you’ve done, Harper.”
Good, something within me says. Where did that even come from? He bends over and reaches up my shirt, unclasping my bra and toying with my stiff nipples, flicking them as he smiles at me.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to come into your trailer last night and bend you over your expensive toys and welcome you to the island?” Another orgasm. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“I wanted you to come in so fucking bad, Will,” I gasp, my voice not even my own anymore.
“Did you think about me?” he asks, and I can’t get that melodic voice out of my head. “Were you a good little student, or did you touch yourself for comfort last night? Am I everything you thought I would be?”
“So much more,” I breathe, managing to open my eyes and look up at him. My body is glistening with perspiration. This man is spoiling me—I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look at another man again and not compare him to this Adonis.
He grins and bends forward, mouth suckling my neck again, this time harder, and I gasp as I feel his teeth grazing, nipping, then biting at my flesh. My hands dig into his back, but that only spurs his machine-like bucking and ravenous sucking on.
“I’m going to leave a mark on you so that everyone who couldn’t hear your little outburst knows just how horny you are for me,” he says into my ear, and this time, the tension in my lower abdomen gets so tight, so unstoppable, that I’m about to let out another scream when he presses his lips into mine and a paralyzing orgasm washes over me, and everything becomes a blur of ecstasy.
I feel his cock swelling up inside me, and his pounding becomes faster, harder, more irregular, and just as I feel his balls tightening and watch that gorgeous head tilt back, he pulls his cock out of me, and without even thinking, without the first impulse besides pure, primal instinct comes to me, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his purple crown, tasting my honey on it just before his seed shoots out into my mouth and hits the back of my throat as he lets out a deep, satisfied groan.
Shot after shot empties out into me, and I wash my tongue over his cock, savoring the taste of him, feeling each pulse and twitch of his cock as tension washes from him.
I did that, something congratulates me in my mind, the same voice that made me throw my tongue on his cock. I swallow his seed, the taste so fucking delicious on my tongue.
I couldn’t stand the thought of him coming outside my body, I realize, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I crack my eyes open and look up at him when he finally pulls out of me, and there’s that cocky grin on his face again as his massive chest rises and falls.
“Welcome to our little slice of paradise, Miss Grad Student,” he says in a husk.
My cheeks suddenly burn. What the fuck did I just do?! I came in here to fight this guy, and here I am, the taste of his come on my lips—and fuck, is he sweet.
I stand up suddenly, running my hand through my hair and looking at him with wide eyes. “I...I have to…” I say, my mind a blur as I look around me, a haze of post-orgasmic lust. He tilts his head with a smile that tells me he knows what I’m thinking, but he does nothing to stop me as I pull my shorts up, clasp my bra, and hurry out the tent, making a beeline for my trailer as fast as my legs can carry me.
I just got fucked by the man who’s going to endanger this entire research project!
I stare at the red mark on my neck Will gave me. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
But the word is hollow. I should be embarrassed about it and put makeup over it, with a polo shirt. But I keep looking at it because every time I think about Will claiming me like he did yesterday, I feel myself getting warm all over again.
What happened yesterday? I’m a Master’s student here on important work, but that guy...he had me drinking in his cum within a few minutes of my being in front of him.
Okay, maybe I can rationalize it away. He’s hot, and I hadn’t had any action before him. Who could resist him? But I know there’s something more to it just under my skin that I have to push down, even as I feel my desire burning again.
It’s early in the morning, and the workers are at it again. As long as they’re there, I can’t get any work done, and I may as well be taking a vacation out here. So after a quick word with the workers and a short
cab drive, I’m pulling up to the local government building.
To my confusion, I was told that Will Delaney has a temporary office here, and that he’s working closely with this tiny country’s president. Fucking venture capitalists exploiting the locals as usual, I figure. But I storm into the building undaunted, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
“Will Delaney,” I snap at the secretary as I storm in, knowing his name will get some attention. “I need to see him. Tell him Harper is here.”
The secretary blinks at me in surprise, but at my name, she raises her eyebrows and nods, and a few moments later, I’m walking towards his office on the top floor of the building. It’s a sleek entryway, marble floors and fine mahogany doors. There are statues of past presidents nearby, and I can’t imagine how much clout Will must have to command such a presence with the officials here.
I push the door open to see the back of a large leather armchair facing a window that looks out over the front of the building, and I can see Will’s towering frame behind it, looking down at the scenery of the island. Bastard probably watched me pull up.
“Will!” I shout, storming forward, but he doesn’t turn to face me. He just laughs that same, deep, amused laugh
“You look lovely today, Harper,” he says, and I notice the camera feed on his desktop, and I clench my fists. I made an effort to look professional today, wearing a white pencil skirt and blazer and a bright red blouse, fiercer and more pronounced than yesterday’s. My hair is down this time, and I’m wearing a light layer of makeup to accentuate my eyes and lips, which is about as much as I ever wear. “Did you just want to make yourself look good for me? You’ve done a good job. I really should reward the effort.”
My jaw sets, but his words are having an effect on me, and I look down at myself, doubt already creeping in. Did something in my subconscious spur me to get this dolled up for him? I thought it looked professional, but as I look down at the heels I was wearing when I met him, damn it, I’m sexy.
