by Avery, Lark
“Kiss me, Scarlet.”
She closed her eyes and did as she was told. She lifted her lips and pressed them against mine in a gesture so sweet, it stole my breath and with it, my control. I devoured her mouth, sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She opened to me, and I plunged inside at the same time I dipped my cock into the welcoming heat of her cunt, allowing just the tip to sink inside before I pulled back again.
“Oh, God.” Scarlet broke the kiss, pulling her mouth from mine breathlessly. “Do that again.”
A deep laugh rumbled from my chest. “I was planning to.”
I stroked her again just like that. Her pussy gloved me tightly.
The third time she tilted her hips up, pulling me deeper inside her.
Mine. Mine. Mine. With a roar, I thrust completely inside her.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Scarlet cried out.
A shock rippled through me so strongly that I almost passed out. I was confused, aroused and mostly more confused.
I started to pull out.
“Don’t you, Mother. Fucking. Even think about it.” Tears rolled down Scarlet’s cheeks even as she demanded I stay buried in her body.
I brushed them away with my thumbs, willing myself not to move when I all I wanted to do was pound into her.
But even more than that, I wanted to know how this hooker had been a virgin.
3
Scarlet
Ok, so clearly I missed a memo somewhere along the line. I mean, I knew sex was a good thing from the family business. But all the toys and vibrators couldn’t prepare me for how wonderfully raw it was.
There was nothing clinical about a man having his cock buried deep inside me. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I loved how untidy the whole experience was.
After, I laid there in my hotel room bed still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I’d just had amazing sex with a complete stranger. I was like the poster girl for what not to do as a woman alone in a strange city. But I trusted my instincts. They’d helped me survive and thrive in the business world. And I had a feeling the same instincts had led me to Braden Sullivan.
My whole body was relaxed. A bit sore, too, but not in a bad way. I drifted off for a bit at some point, and when I opened my eyes, the room was dark except for a bedside light. The covers were tucked around my shoulders. And I was completely alone.
I sat up abruptly, and relief spilled through me when I spied him. “Are you just sitting there watching me sleep?”
Braden sat in the chair next to the bed. He was dressed, and judging from his slightly damp hair, freshly showered.
He leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. He tented his fingers together. His dark eyes and almost blank expression gave me nothing. I shivered as a bit of dread slid through me at the thought of what might be coming next, but even with that, I couldn’t find even a hint of regret for what we’d done together here. Given the choice, I’d do it all over again. And again and again.
Okay, safe to say, I enjoyed finally giving up my virginity. I allowed my gaze to stray from Braden for a moment.
Outside it was dark. The sun set early in the desert. I glanced at the bedside clock. It was after seven at night. My heart sank. All right, not so much a nap, but a serious crash. Oh, God. Did I snore? I looked back at the intense man still staring at me and my apprehension grew.
“Don’t tell me this is where you turn out to be some serial killer?” I laughed nervously, realizing how naked I was and how very large Braden was. “Say something? You’re freaking me out.”
He studied his hands. “How about we start with the part about you being a virgin?”
Heat rose up my chest, neck, and face like I was suddenly standing next to a blast furnace. I went from feeling pretty great to wishing I could die right on the spot.
“Are you sure you want to start with that?” I searched my mind for a way to distract him from this topic. “S-s-sex toys! Don’t you want to know about the suitcase full of sex toys?”
But apparently he wasn’t going to be distracted. “I want to discuss the fact that you were a virgin up until you walked into this room with me.”
“I was hoping that, um, you wouldn’t notice,” I mumbled, playing with a crease in the bedspread.
“I noticed.”
I swallowed. Hard. His tone made what was left of the warm, fuzzy, I finally got laid feeling retreat. Worry took its place. “D-did I do something wrong?”
“No. You did everything just right.” His words would have made me want to do a happy dance, but his tone belied his words. He seemed angry at me. Was he mad that I was a virgin?
I shrugged. “I didn’t even think you’d be able to tell I was a virgin.”
“I could tell because your cunt was so fucking tight I will never forget it. And when I pulled my cock out of our pussy, it was smeared with your cherry. What’s your game?”
“My game?” I pulled back like I’d been hit. My mind was still reeling from the coldness behind Braden’s words. He seemed upset. “You’re mad at me?”
He jumped up out of his seat and began pacing next to the bed. “Mad? No, not mad. Mad would be forgetting to call when you said you would and me worrying about you. Mad would be you canceling a date to work late. But either way, I could understand with some explanation. What I don’t understand is you offering your virginity to a complete stranger without a word about it first. And that, my dear Scarlet, is making me furious.” He stopped pacing, shoved his hands in his pockets and resumed staring at me.
“I’m going to get dressed. We can talk once I have some clothes on. Do you mind waiting outside until I’m ready?” God, he was sexy as sin even when he was dressed and pissed off.
Braden dropped into the chair by the bed. “I’m not going anywhere until I get some answers. Did my brothers put you up to this?”
I inched over to the side of the bed away from Braden, trying to keep covered with the sheet.
“Your brothers?” I asked. “I don’t know anything about you other than what you told me in the bar.”
Braden pounced, closing his fingers around my wrist. “Then what the hell is going on?”
“Nothing!” I was horrified by the tears that suddenly welled in my eyes. I was even more mortified when despite my attempts to fight them, a few slipped down my cheeks. I wiped impatiently at them with the hand he wasn’t holding. “I didn’t want anyone to know. This was just supposed to be for me. So I could see what the fuss was about.”
“Then what’s with the sex toys?” He gave my wrist a squeeze.
“I’m here on a work trip. Our company sells them.”
“A virgin peddling sex toys. Truth is stranger than fiction.” He shook his head. A small smile raised the corners of his mouth. He visibly relaxed. “What’s your verdict?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re a psychopath.” I glared at him, feeling whiplashed by his quick-changing moods.
Braden flashed a grin. “Not about me. What was your verdict about sex?”
“Oh,” I said. “That. I’d say it was nice.”
“Nice?” He shook his head. “Nope that’s not going to work.” He brushed away my tears with his thumb.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. The idea of doing it with a stranger was so that no one from the business community would find out. And don’t worry, I won’t mention it to anyone,” I said solemnly.
“This must be quite a business community you work in.” Braden’s thumb rubbed the inside of my wrist. It was distractingly pleasant. “If there are more of them like that asshole in the bar you have my sympathies.”
Did he really want to talk about my business now? “You can go.”
“You want me to go?” He sounded surprised. He leaned in closer to me, and I couldn’t help but notice the warmth had returned to his eyes. But I wasn’t going to fall for that again.
“Yes, I want you to go.” The words held about as much conviction as I felt�
�as in, none.
“Liar.” In a flash he moved and eased me back on the bed. “Let me tell you something. If I knew that was going to be your first time, I’d have done things differently.”
I couldn’t help but be intrigued. His voice had a gentleness that was at odds with his size and quickness to punch an idiot like Mick out, and I had liked all the things he’d already done. I knew I should stick to my guns and make him go, but curiosity got the best of me. “Really? Like what?”
“You don’t want me to tell you. Showing you would be so much better. There’s still a lot for you to learn.”
“Oh? And I suppose you’re going to teach me?” I tried to sound disinterested, but the heat pooling low in my belly told a different story.
“For a fee. I’m not cheap.”
My heart dropped. Was Braden one of those hustlers that worked the Strip? Had I been in such a hurry to make him The One that I missed it?
“What kind of fee?” I asked hesitantly.
“Let’s see what you think of my services first.”
“I told you before. It was fine.”
“Let me try to improve my rating. There’s nothing worse than a lukewarm Yelp review.”
Braden slid into the bed next to me. His hand lightly skimmed my body in a way that made me crave even more of his touch.
“Can we turn the lights off now?”
“Hell no.” Braden laughed softly. “I want to see your face when you come. I want that tight little body screaming my name until your throat is raw.”
“You’re pretty confident. I hope you aren’t disappointed.” In me, I added silently to the end of that sentence.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Neither of us will be.”
He propped his head on one hand while his free hand drifted over my body. He pulled the covers off, so I was completely bare. The air conditioning felt cool on my skin. My nipples hardened.
His fingertips played with my breasts. I could already feel my pussy getting wet again.
As if he read my mind, Braden’s hand dipped between my legs.
I closed my eyes as he stroked my lips before thumbing my clit. My legs fell open, offering him greater access. He eased one finger inside me, slowly stroking it in and out.
That did feel really good.
My body warmed so that I no longer noticed the air conditioning.
Soon I found myself grinding against his hand. Then Braden’s lips met mine. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue invade me. Little sparks of electricity tumbled through me. I loved how he awakened my body with the slightest touch.
“That tight little cunt needs my attention.” His lips made me flush all over in the best possible way.
“Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of doing that. Your pussy is mine.”
That was fine by me. Braden certainly knew what he was doing.
“Climb on top of me Scarlet,” He ordered.
With being naked and Braden completed dressed, I felt exposed. And also a bit scandalous. Why not play the virgin seductress? This was my fantasy and Braden seemed game to play along.
“Climb on top of me. I’m not going to ask again.”
The rough edge of his voice made me shiver. I moved so I was astride him. His eyes were hard on me. Braden’s eyes were so darkly intent on me, I thought I might burst into flames. Instead, I threw some kindling on the fire and cupped my breasts.
His breathing quickened. I could feel his cock straining underneath me where it was trapped by his pants. I unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down with his briefs and released his cock.
His cock tapped my belly. His balls rested under my pussy.
I stroked his cock with one hand. His skin was velvety soft. The tip was wet with precum.
“Baby, that feels amazing,” Braden breathed.
I reached down and wet my hand with my own juices before stroking him more. I loved feeling him grow more in my hand.
“Now ease that tight little pussy over my cock.”
I hesitated from this angle.
“All of it?” It seemed unlikely he was going to fit.
“Slowly. Don’t worry. You’ll be able to take all that bad boy.”
Right now that was the thing I wanted most in the world, to take Braden’s cock deep inside me.
I gently lowered myself so that my pussy had his tip inside me.
Braden groaned.
I moaned. It felt really good. The first time it was all so new I wasn’t sure what to expect. And he had the condom on before. Now I could really feel every bit of him.
I slowly slide down the length of him, inch by inch.
His eyes were closed, and his face was blissful.
I finally lowered myself all the way down so that his cock was deeply seated inside me.
Fuck.
That felt amazing.
I started to roll my hips, and his eyes snapped open. “That’s it. Ride me with that tight little virgin cunt.”
His words made me bolder. I increased the pace until soon I was sliding up and down the length of him. My tits bounced with the movement.
Braden sat upright, and it felt like his cock was even more deep inside me. He took one of my nipples between his teeth and sucked hard.
If I thought his cock was good before, now it was fucking amazing with his lips on my nipple. I could feel my pussy muscles grabbing him as I moved.
His face was flushed. His fingers kneaded my ass.
“Come on, Scarlet. Come for me.”
I could feel my orgasm building. I was losing control. I was going to splinter into a million pieces.
Braden’s balls were tight underneath me, and that only drove me to ride him harder.
“Come on, you greedy little virgin. Milk my cock.”
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned. The slick sound of our bodies joined turned me on more.
As Braden pumped in and out of me, I could feel my orgasm building then crashing over me like a wave. I loved feeling like a shooting star. Braden’s cock spurted his hot cum inside me. I wanted to savor every last drop.
I collapsed on top of him. The only sound in the room was our panting. I was sleepy and sore, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of this time with Braden. If I was in a fairytale, I didn’t want to wake up.
Underneath me, his deep voice rumbled.
“It’s not yet midnight. I’ve already punched out an asshole in a bar and taken your virginity. Next, it’s either we rob a casino or get a steak dinner. Name your pleasure.”
4
Braden
The last thing I expected this weekend was to meet Scarlet. It wasn’t even someone like her. She was sexy, smart, and determined. It couldn’t have been easy to manage a sex toy business and be a virgin. Not to mention dealing with the likes of the rotten bastard leering at her in the bar. That made me pretty nuts to think about her having to deal with that jerk and any man in general thinking they had a chance with Scarlet.
Game over.
That wasn’t going to continue to happen. The business world was tough. I was used to getting what I want. And what I wanted with Scarlet was the whole package, not just her pussy, though it was amazing.
Something told me other than taking my cock, Scarlet didn’t strike me as the type who wanted help. I was happy to give her all she could handle of the first. She might have been a virgin, but she was a fucking sex goddess. The way she rode me and how her pussy gloved my cock gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life. I wanted every male in her vicinity to smell my cum all over her.
I wasn’t joking about us heading out for a while. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things I wanted to show Scarlet about sex. She’d been most enthusiastic, but some change of scenery was a good idea. I was here after all to scout for my next club location. Spending all my free time fucking Scarlet was just a happy coincidence.
Within the hour, we were in a cab and heading down to the Las Vegas strip. Scarlet looked amazing. She wore a denim m
ini skirt, another vee neck tank, and a black leather jacket. When the sun set, the desert nights turned downright chilly. The sight of her bare legs in those cowboy boots turned me on more than I wanted to admit, considering we were leaving the room.
“I can’t believe this is your first trip to Las Vegas,” Scarlet said, nestling against me in the car. She lowered her voice and whispered. “I guess that makes you a virgin, too.”
My cock twitched at her words.
“Behave.” I slid my hands between her legs. She was wearing panties. Smart girl. I wasn’t above fingering her in a cab.
We rolled past the mammoth hotel-casinos that owned the Las Vegas Boulevard, more commonly known as The Strip. The players were all there: the Bellagio, Luxor, and Venetian.
Their lights lit the area like it was daylight. Crowds clumped at the crosswalks waiting for the traffic signals to change. Las Vegas could give New York a run for the “City that Never Sleeps” catchphrase. The temperature was brisk after sunset, but that didn’t keep tourists inside. All that meant was good business for restaurants.
I said a quick prayer that we wouldn’t run into my brothers tonight. I loved them, but I wanted Scarlet all to myself. The last thing I needed was them checking her out plus them seeing me with her. Back in Boston, I kept my dating life strictly to myself. I wasn’t in the mood for prying eyes and questions.
The cabbie double parked while we got out.
“You really want to visit The Meat Market?” Scarlet asked when I’d settled up with the driver. She stood on the sidewalk with her head tilted back studying the busty cowgirl neon sign illuminating the front of the building.
She wrinkled her nose. The move was adorable, but also she wasn’t impressed with the place. It was a tourist trap, plain and simple.
“It’s for research.” I placed my hand at the small of her back. “My analysts suggested I check it out.”
“That’s better.” She brightened. “I like checking out the competition. Plus, you can use whatever we order as a write-off. I’m starving.”
