by Amy Brent
I realized, as I snapped back to reality in the cabin, that I had been standing there in the middle of the kitchen with my hand frozen in front of my face for a good minute. My fingers were damp from the mango. I dropped it back into the plastic tray, my appetite long forgotten. No. I couldn’t linger on that. There was no way anyone would find me out here. I couldn’t think about it, any of it – I was scared to, as though it might manifest it into reality. As though they might appear out of thin air in front of me if I thought about them for too long.
I headed through to the bedroom, closing the door tight behind me, and flopped down on my bed. I was still tired from the day before – it had been the craziest couple of days of my life, and that was seriously saying something. I placed the food down on the bedside table next to me, and sprawled out on the enormous bed; the bedding was fresh, maybe even new, and smelt lightly of lily, my favourite flower. As though, somehow, he had known that I would be the one who ended up here.
My bedroom was beautiful, far nicer than the place I had had back home; no, that wasn’t my home anymore. But the place I had used to live, that terrible studio apartment with the damp spreading out across the walls, was nothing compared to this place. An enormous window above the bed let the thin, watery light of the morning pour in over the bed, and a neat, modern dresser sat in the corner, with a small mirror on it around which I had scattered what little make-up I had brought with me. An ensuite bathroom that I hadn’t really checked out yet was connected to the room by a frosted-glass door. I knew I needed a shower, but I felt a little weird about getting naked there, even though I knew I was going to be doing a lot more than that soon enough.
I sighed and closed my eyes, and thought about that part of the deal. I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head since he’d mentioned it, and now that I had signed the contract it was for sure going to happen. Would it be in his bed or mine? I could imagine the weight of him now, pressing now next to me, on top of me, his hands strong on my body…
I rolled out of bed and reached into my bag and pulled of the one thing that I had thought to take from my apartment – my vibrator. I had more been embarrassed about leaving it behind and having my landlady find it when she realized that I had run away, not thinking about my future masturbatory needs, but I was glad now that I had brought it with me. It was a small white bullet, nothing fancy, but it did the job where my boyfriend had never managed to.
But I had the feeling that with Cormac, it would be different. Maybe it was just the way he carried himself, but there was something just impossibly confident and in-control about him, as though there was no situation where he wouldn’t be utterly sure of his abilities. I clicked on my vibrator, checked the door was closed, and slid it into my panties and let my mind wander.
I had never really wanted someone like that before. Maybe it was just because I knew it was going to happen, but I was already excited about fucking him for the first time. I had been attracted to people, sure, wanted people, but never looked at someone and almost been able to imagine what it would be like for him to take me.
I pressed the vibrator against my clit, rocking it back and forth. He was so close by. I could just walk into the room and ask him if we could start right here and right now. But I was too nervous yet. I didn’t know what seduction looked like, not the kind of seduction I knew that I would need to use to get someone like him to really want me. How many women had he been with? Just looking at him, watching him, I would have to guess dozens, maybe more.
How would he touch me? Would he go soft to start off? Maybe if I told him that I was a virgin, he would take me slowly, inching his fingers over my body, undressing me like I was the best gift he’d ever received. Maybe if I didn’t tell him that it was my first time, he’d be rougher. The thought of it sent a zing of excitement through my body, and I rolled with that.
I could imagine it now. He’d push me on to the bed, undress himself slowly, all the time looking me dead in the eye. He’d climb on top of me, running his hands all over my naked body, maybe sliding a hand between my legs to cup my pussy – I’d already be wet, soaked, at the thought of everything he was going to do to me. He’d brush his lips so softly against mine, teasing me, taunting me, reminding me of the power he had over me. That contract, maybe it had a clause I hadn’t seen – a clause that would let him do anything he wanted to me anytime he wanted.
He would stroke my clit softly before he pushed two fingers into me, and watch as my body responded to his touch. How could it not? I had never wanted to be touched like that before, only going through with it because someone else wanted to, but I craved his touch, needed it like I was an addict holding out for my fix from him. He would push his tongue into my mouth at last, grasping the back of my head, gripping my hair and sending a shudder of pain and pleasure through my body, and then I would need to feel him inside me, and I would lean up to his ear an whisper it, whisper the words that I knew he had needed to hear from me-
“Fuck,” I groaned to myself through gritted teeth as the orgasm hit me, whipping me back into the real world with a start. The pleasure rocked across my body, pulsating out from my pussy and making my body clench and release with relief. I had needed that more than I needed. I switched my vibrator off and lay there, in the sudden silence, the only sound in the room that off my breathing as it returned to normal. That was intense. It had been a while since I’d gotten off that hard by myself, and I had a feeling that if that was how it was when it was just me, it was going to off the charts when I actually got to fulfil my fantasies with him.
Chapter Four
It was hard to keep my mind on the job, when all I could think about was the woman sleeping just a room away from me.
I mean, what the fuck was I meant to think about? She’d signed the contract, she’d agreed to do this, and now the only thing I wanted was to fuck her senseless. Yeah, sure, I could make like this was all in aid on the baby that we’d agreed to have together, but right now, the only thing I cared about working out my tension on the woman I couldn’t get out of my head.
I had gone about my chores as normal that morning, collecting firewood and stoking a decent fire to make sure the place was warm when she woke up; I hadn’t seen much of her since the day before, as she’d spent most of the evening in her room. I assumed she was just getting used to being here, was maybe even a little nervous knowing what the two of us had agreed to do, but I missed seeing her face. Even now, after knowing her for all but a couple of days, it had emblazoned itself on to my memory.
After she had signed the contracts the day before, I had had had to fight the urge to fuck her right there in the living room. But I wanted this to be on her terms. Knowing that we had signed a contract for this and that there was paperwork filed that regarded what we could and couldn’t do to each other, I wanted to tread carefully. Once the baby was conceived, I knew there would be no real reason for us to keep hooking up, but some twisted little part of me wanted to make sure that she didn’t stop coming back for more.
The chemistry was there, that was for sure. As I stoked the fire and laid a few logs on the smouldering embers, I thought about the day before, when she’d been asking me all those questions about myself. I had to shut her down quickly because I was so worried that I was going to spill all my secrets to her without meaning to, and there was only so much that I wanted her to know about me. But Laurie had this thing about her, something that made her nearly impossible to resist, whether it was in conversation or in completely different ways. The way she looked at me, so direct, as though she had nothing to hide, made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever.
And maybe that was because I was hiding some part of myself from her. She didn’t know me, didn’t know where I’d come from, didn’t know what I’d done before this or everything that had happened with-
Nope, I wasn’t going to gum my day up by thinking about the two of them. Not when I had Laurie in the house. Not when I knew that today could be th
e first day that the two of us had sex. I wondered if I should go wake her and let her know that I was ready to start. I could slide into the sheets beside her, run my hand over her back, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in tight and close and press a kiss to her neck and watch how she responded to me…
I realized I was staring blankly into the flames, just sitting there, and got to my feet. I couldn’t put my life on hold waiting for her to emerge. I had to make something to eat. I had been out early to collect firewood and I was hungry, needing to refuel.
I headed over to the kitchen and switched on the stove, planning on making myself an omelette with some vegetables. I had taken the time to learn to cook when I’d first moved out here, having been pretty awful at it my entire life up until now. But then, it wasn’t like I could order take-out all the way over to this place. I had to learn to look after myself – that was why I had come here in the first place. To see who I was outside the business, outside Tanya, outside out of it. And the person I was, according to the last day and a half, was someone obsessed with fucking a girl he’d only just met. I was acting like a damn horny teenager. I knew I had more control over myself than this, but there was just something about her – maybe simply the fact that I hadn’t had her yet, or maybe something deeper, more intense. The shape of her, the smell of her, the glint in her eyes when she challenged me. She was the first person to come into my life in a long time who didn’t feel like a leech to it, and I was already stuck on her.
I focused on cooking as best I could, even though the only thing in my head was Laurie. Laurie’s eyes, Laurie’s lips, Laurie’s hair, Laurie’s ass, Laurie’s-
The door to her bedroom opened, and I knew without looking up that my resolve was gone. I had wanted to hold back until that moment, I really had, but as soon as she entered the room I gave up any pretences.
I dropped the cutlery I was working with and strode over to her; she was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and a pair of panties, looking too sweet for words. Her eyes widened as I got closer to her, but then she moved towards me too, meeting me in the middle, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her small, impossibly tempting body against man. I gripped her face in my hands and paused for a moment to look at her, taking her in, seeing that flicker of desire in her eyes that mirrored the one in mine. And then, at long last, I kissed her.
I backed her against the door at once, knowing that I needed the leverage to touch her the way I wanted. Our tongues met and I slid my hand down, beneath the hem of the shirt and on to her ass, pulling her roughly against me. She let out a small moan against my mouth and I wondered if she had been up all night thinking about this the same way I had. I was already growing hard, my body finding some relief in the way I was touching her but needing more. I ran my hand up her back, gripping her hair, pulling her head back so I could lean down and kiss her neck. The smell of her was intoxicatingly good, and I inhaled it deeply as though I was trying to save some for later.
“Bedroom,” I growled against her ear. “Now.”
I scooped her up in my arms, pulling her against my chest, and she leaned in to brush her lips against my jaw as I made my way to my room. I wanted to take her in my bed – in my space, my house. I wanted to make her mine on my own territory. She was clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground, and I knew how she felt. Just that first kiss had been heady enough to make me feel as though I had left the planet.
I laid her down on the bed and ripped the shirt off over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. She looked up at me, eyes wide, as I quickly stripped down, pulling off my shirt and my jeans and tossing them aside. I slid down on top of her, pushing her legs apart and running my hands all over her naked body; across her waist, over her breasts, gripping at her thighs and her ass. She felt amazing, soft and pliant and delicate beneath me. Like we were two halves of a whole who had always been meant to fit together like this. I kissed her again, harder this time, and was just about to slide my hand into her panties when she pulled back and looked at me intently.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded, breath coming quickly. She stared at me for another silent moment, and for a horrible second I was sure that she was going to tell me that she’d changed her mind and she didn’t want this. But instead, she said the last thing I’d expected to hear come out of her mouth.
“I’ve never…done this before,” she admitted, sliding her eyes away from mine as though she was embarrassed by what she was saying.
“What do you mean?” I panted, my pulse dropping a little as I tried to figure out what she was telling me.
“I’ve never had sex before,” She repeated herself, clearer this time. I didn’t know what the hell I was meant to say to that.
“Have you ever…?”
“I’ve done other stuff before,” she assured me quickly. “Just not…this.”
“And you want to do it with me?” I asked. She nodded, biting her lip, and it took everything I had not to rip her panties off and just fuck her right there and then; there was something about the way she let her teeth rest nervously on her bottom lip that made me want her even more than I already did.
But instead, I took a deep breath. If she hadn’t done this before, if, for whatever reason, she had decided that I was the one to take her virginity, then I was going to make sure that I did it properly.
“Then we’re doing this right,” I murmured, and leaned in again to kiss her, but this time softer, slower, more tenderly. I knew this was just a contract, that the only reason we were doing this at all was because we had a deal, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her first time as memorable as I could. She slipped her arms around me and kissed me back, letting her hands rest lightly on my back; her touch was enough to drive me a tiny bit crazy, but I kept myself in check, holding her close.
I moved my hands over her slowly, not as desperate as before, letting her know that I was going to make sure that she was comfortable before we did anything else. I couldn’t believe she had never had sex with anyone before. She just had this seductive, self-confident way about her, as though she knew that she was in control of everything in the room, and I had a hard time understanding that she had never used that for sex. And that she had, for whatever reason, saved that for me.
I could feel goosebumps forming where I touched her, and her breath started to pick up; I moved down, kissing her neck, finding that spot where her throat and her ear connected and letting my mouth linger there for a moment before I kept going. I took each one of her nipples into my mouth at a time, savouring the way they swelled between my lips, teasing them softly with my tongue and listening to her breathing. She ran her fingers through my hair, holding me close, her belly rising and falling quickly as I touched her.
Finally, I let my hand move between her legs; I could feel her warmth even though the thin pair of black panties she was wearing, but I needed to touch her properly. I wanted to make her come before I fucked her. I sat up between her legs, and slowly pulled her panties off, watching as her eyes drifted shut and she let out these agonisingly sexy little moans of pleasure. I let my fingers trail up the inside of her thighs as I pulled her leg up and kissed her, my lips tracing up her calf and over her knee. Every part of her tasted so good, her skin specific against my lips.
I moved back up so I was on top of her once more, and tipped her gently on to her side and pushed her legs apart; she spread them eagerly, as though this was what she’d been waiting for all along. I ran my fingers up the inside of her leg, and then pressed them gently against her clit, letting her set the pace. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and moved her hips back and forth against me, going slow, getting used to the feel of my hands there. Normally, I liked to be the one in control, but I had never taken someone’s virginity before and I wanted her to be the one to set the pace. There would be plenty of time for me to go as rough as we both wanted when this was done with; for now, knowing that she was giving herself to me in t
his way was the only thing I needed.
I moved my hand down, dipping my fingers into her pussy, and lifted my fingers to stroke her clit gently. She lifted her head and inhaled sharply and I stilled my hand, wondering if perhaps I had pushed her too far too fast, but then she let herself sink back into the sheets and groaned.
“That feels so good,” she murmured, her voice soft in the early morning air. The light that was pouring through the window above the bed was picking her out perfectly, and the sunshine was making her look as though she didn’t quite belong to this world.
I moved my fingers inside her and matched the pace to that of my thumb, stimulating her internally and externally and watching her face intently to see what worked best for her. She reached out to touch me, letting her hand come to rest on my chest, right over my heart. There was something so intimate about this, despite the fact that we still didn’t know each other that well. We didn’t need to. When the connection ran this deep and this strong, I didn’t need words to know there was something serious here.
I stroked her inside slowly, moving my fingers carefully, letting her get used to the feel of something inside her pussy like this. I could hear her breath getting faster and coming harder with every movement inside of her, and some part of me was urging her to come. I needed to feel her climax, needed to let her know what I was capable of. Needed her to keep coming back for more. I moved my thumb over her clit softly, and then finally, finally, I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and she let out a gasp of pleasure as she came.
I watched her face – that was all I wanted to see, the “o” her mouth formed as she came for the first time with me. I loved watching women come. There was something unbelievably hot about knowing that I had pushed her to the edge and over it, that I had coaxed her there all by myself. She pressed herself into the bed, one hand gripping at my hair and the other pushing hard against my chest, as though she was trying to see if I would pull away. Well, I wasn’t going to. I leaned in and kissed her again, stilling my fingers, letting her body clench and come down again.
