by Katy Kaylee
“Oh my God,” I gasped again, one of my hands reaching down to grasp for his hair. “How are you even breathing?” I didn’t know where I had found those words, but they quickly faded again as his tongue slid into me, going where no one else had ever gone.
I let out another yelp and bucked into his mouth. I didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious, because then he was gripping my hips with both hands and pulling me as tightly to his mouth as physically possible.
It didn’t take much beyond that, just a few more licks with his nose sliding past that tense button, and then I was climaxing so hard that I swore I pulled something in my shoulders.
The world went white at the first wave of pleasure, then more and more color swept in with each successive burst of euphoria until I collapsed against the top of his desk, breathing hard.
I wasn’t sure what exactly happened for several moments. I was vaguely aware of my leg being gently removed from his shoulder, then he was leaning over me.
His face blocked out the light for a moment and I felt myself blushing again when I saw how shiny his lips were from pleasuring me.
“Still think I don’t know how to treat a lady?” he asked ruefully, grinning like he was proud of himself.
“I…” Part of me wanted to say something clever, but I was still so blissed out that I couldn’t figure which words meant what. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
“What, being eaten out in the middle of my office?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean, yes, but I was mostly referring to someone else giving me an orgasm.”
He paused for a moment, and I could tell that he was processing everything I said. “When you said that you were a virgin, how inexperienced are you?”
He offered me a hand and pulled me into a sitting position, handing me my cup so I could drink water greedily. He was being surprisingly tender considering that we had definitely broken about a thousand and one rules in the code of conduct. Was this what it was supposed to be like?
“I meant what I said when I said, ‘all of the above’.”
He seemed to grow more serious at that, and he stepped just far enough back so he could look at my face. “So, no one’s ever gone down on you?”
“Nope,” I said, my face coloring again. I’d thought we’d already had this conversation, but apparently virgin didn’t mean totally and completely inexperienced. Ugh. What was wrong with me!? “Just you.”
“Fingered you?”
I shook my head.
“Really, not even some heavy petting.”
“I told you, I was busy.”
He made a disbelieving sound at that. “Your poor high school boyfriend. I can’t imagine being a teenager and making out with you in the back of a car only to go home and take a cold shower.”
“Uh, I didn’t have a high school boyfriend.”
“Fine. College then.”
I could quickly sense where the conversation was going but I couldn’t stop myself. “I didn’t have a boyfriend in college either. So, I can happily say that the only person who might have had to take a cold shower after kissing me is you.”
He was pressed against me again, his face so serious that it was downright intimidating. “Bev, am I the only person who’s ever kissed you?”
I nodded slowly, worrying that I was somehow ruining everything with him. “I…I’m sorry.”
His fingers gripped my chin again, tilting it up towards him. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said. “The thought that I’m the only man to have ever touched you is…” he took a deep breath. “Maddening.”
“But in a good way?” I questioned nervously, my blood starting to pick up pace in my veins again as I recovered.
“In the best way.”
He pressed another kiss to my face, this one much more chaste than the others considering all that we had done, before he was finally pulling away.
“Straighten yourself up in the bathroom and then head home, like I told you to before we were… distracted. I’ll pick you up when I’m done with work.”
I nodded, sliding from his desk and heading to his bathroom. But as I went, I couldn’t help but shake with anticipation. It was like someone had opened a door to a world that I was previously forbidden from, and while it was certainly nerve-wracking, I really wanted to see what was on the other side of the door.
And I definitely wanted Mr. Fitzgerald to be the one to show me.
Fitz
I stared at my computer, but I definitely wasn’t seeing any of the words. I didn’t know why I had expected myself to be capable of being productive working at the same desk that I had just had Bev splayed out over, but I was forcing myself to at least go through the motions.
I felt like I could still smell her, wanton and warm and earthy. I was probably just still picking her up from my short beard, but it just made me want to bury my face in her all over again.
She had come undone so prettily, legs shaking on either side of my head and I could feel her reacting under my tongue. And then the thought that I had been the only one to ever touch her like that? It was enough to make me burn from the inside out, and I felt myself start to harden again.
I sat back, my eyes flicking to the clock to see how much longer I had. Just another twenty minutes. I could survive that. And while part of me just wanted to go straight to her house and whisk her away, part of me also felt like I needed time to digest everything that had happened.
She was a virgin, in every sense of the word. It made sense with how she had reacted to our first kiss, and the way she had fumbled with her words with our ensuing talk afterwards. I felt a bit guilty now, just claiming her lips like I had at the party, but I also was a bit punch-drunk on the idea.
For twenty-two years she hadn’t desired to even so much as touch another, but after only a month with me, she’d been whining and wet below me. How could that not do things to my ego? She was beautiful, alluring, intelligent, poised, basically everything you could ask in a woman, and she had decided that I was worthy of her.
What a thought.
I chuckled at myself, amused at how much the whole situation was affecting me. Knowing I wasn’t going to get any work done, not really, I headed to the closet just outside my bathroom and decided to get changed.
Unfortunately, getting changed definitely meant I needed to wash my face and brush my hair back in order. Bev had certainly done a number on the style I had on early, but I hadn’t minded at all. Her small fingers had tugged at me so sweetly, like she was somewhere between holding on for dear life and trying to push me farther into her.
My dick responded to the memory of how responsive she had been, how eager. Virgin though she may have been, she had no trouble communicating how much she wanted me, and that definitely made me harder than iron.
But I ignored myself as I went about getting ready and making myself presentable. If everything went right, I’d have plenty for my manhood to do later. And even if it didn’t, I could always jerk off after our date.
By the time I was dressed with my face washed and my hair looking far less sexed-up, it was just a bit past our normal quitting time. Perfect. I pressed the button on my intercom that would alert the valet that I was ready to go, knowing my car would be down at the front and waiting for me by the time I exited the building.
Sure enough, it was right where it was supposed to be, and the valet tossed me the keys. That part wasn’t necessarily protocol, but Izzy had been the valet at my work for seven years and we’d built up a sort of repertoire that was less formal. It helped that the man was in his seventies and had a sense of humor of a man who’d been in far too many wars. We’d tried to make him retire over a dozen times, but he insisted his life would be far too boring without the four hours he worked every evening.
“Going somewhere fast?” he asked, his grey eyebrows wiggling up and down against his wrinkled skin.
“You betcha,” I retorted, getting in.
“Ah, gonna let an
old man hear about it tomorrow?”
“Now, now, Izzy. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Good thing you ain’t a gentleman, huh boss?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I retorted before checking my side mirror then peeling out.
It didn’t take long for me to get to Bev’s place. She was on a side of the city that I didn’t normally go to, but it wasn’t quite the slums either. Perhaps it was a bit creepy that I had just grabbed her address from her employee file, but she knew I was coming for her, so I assumed she thought I knew where she lived already for business purposes.
When I arrived at her apartment building, I wasn’t sure if I should get out and buzz her door or wait in the car. So instead I just texted her that I had arrived.
Her reply came quickly ‘be right out’, and I found my blood thrumming in my veins once more at the prospect that I was about to have a date with one of the most enticing women I had ever seen.
I certainly hadn’t planned it that morning, but I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been fantasizing about taking her out ever since that kiss. Of course, I had kept those ideas to myself after our little talk, assuming by Bev’s reaction that she wasn’t the type of woman to ever be interested in some sort of office romance. Now I knew it was just because she had been scared, afraid to tell me that she was a virgin or maybe even scared of sex itself.
Movement drew my attention and I saw her come out of the double doors in the front. She was all gussied up in a pretty, fifties style dress with roses patterned on it, her dark hair loose and flowing around her shoulders. She had a full face of make up on, one I wasn’t used to seeing her wear in the office, and my brain couldn’t help but interpret it as something special she did just for me.
And I liked that idea. That I was getting to see something that no one else did, a hidden side that she reserved only for those she trusted more than anybody else. She certainly knew how to appeal to a man like myself, even if she didn’t mean to.
I got out of the car instantly, going around to her side and opening the door for her. “You look gorgeous,” I said, noting the fancy stockings she was wearing, complete with lines up the back and a lacey design down the sides.
“Thank you,” she replied, her voice that breathy rasp that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to my bed. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
“I try.”
I went around to the other side of the car and got in, taking a minute to plug a new address into my GPS.
“You like Italian?” I asked.
“Who doesn’t like Italian?” she shot back, returning to her snarky self that challenged me in all the best ways.
“Exactly,” I said with a laugh before driving off again. This was going to be a good night, I could feel it in my bones.
“You know, I’m sitting right in front of you.”
“Huh?” Bev blinked, tearing her eyes away from our surroundings and looking at me with a bit of confusion. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” I said with a light chuckle. “Just feeling a little jealous of whatever’s got your attention.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks colored in that way that I loved, so sweet and innocent and honest. I admired that she usually played her cards close to her chest and kept a wall up because it just made me feel that much more accomplished when I saw little cracks of her true personality peek through. “Sorry. It’s just, uh, really nice here. I could never afford to go to this kind of place on my own.”
“Hmm,” I murmured. I had tried to choose a sort of middle-class place. While it was a bit too expensive for most families to go to on a whim, plenty of middle-class people came to Grigio’s for birthdays, anniversaries or other special occasions. “That doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”
I hoped I hadn’t miscalculated right off the bat and taken her someplace where she could clam up on me. I’d just assumed that she would be like most of the other women I had taken out in my forty something years, which obviously was a mistake.
“No, not at all,” she looked to me, cheeks still pink. “I remember wishing I could come here for my graduation.”
Oh, well I had magically managed to guess right, it seemed. “Why didn’t you? Mom and Dad didn’t want to splurge?”
She shrugged. “Mom and Dad were dead, so I didn’t think they’d be able to swing it.”
The blasé way she said surprised me. “Oh, uh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I probably shouldn’t have said it like that. It’s just how I deal with things.”
“I can understand that,” I said, looking her over and seeing more of her story unfold around her. “Let me guess, too many people giving you pitying looks and trying to coddle you after it happened?”
“You got it,” she said with a nod. “And I didn’t mind some of the time, but so many people were just kinda… fake about it. They would say they were there for me for whatever I needed, but mostly they just meant for whatever was convenient. Despite all those promises, I ended up in the foster system just like I knew I would.”
Huh. Even more of the story, and I understood even more of why she clutched her barriers so tightly to herself, as well as why she might have never trusted anyone enough to be intimate with her.
But she trusted me
That thought struck me and I found arousal rushing through me again. For some strange reason, she trusted me with kissing her, with tasting her. Even if we never went further from this point, I knew without a doubt that she had shown me something special. Something she had protected for so, so long.
“People are like that,” I said instead, one of my hands slowly crossing the table to take her hands in one of my bigger ones. “They make promises that they think are appropriate but have no intention of backing up. I noticed that when I was a teenager, and I hate it too.”
She let out a breath. “Huh, for being some sort of mega billionaire who’s also ridiculously hot, you’re pretty down to Earth.”
“Doubtful,” I said with a chuckle. “I just know how shitty people can be.”
“You got that right.” Despite our sour conversation topic, she laughed, seeing to be put at ease. But right when it seemed like she was about to relax, something caused her to stiffen again. “Am I stupid for doing this?” she asked, voice quiet as her green eyes looked uncertainly over at me.
“For agreeing to go to dinner?” I thought I knew what she meant, but I had learned to let her fully explain her thoughts before assuming what she was trying to say.
She made a vague gesture with her hand. “For everything. You. Me. Letting you… do that thing to me.”
I leaned forward, letting my voice drop low in the way I had noticed she liked. “You mean going down on you in my office until you came on my face?”
I loved how she burned crimson at that, her eyes flicking everywhere before settling on me. “Uh yeah. That.”
“No. I don’t think you’re stupid. I think you’re a gorgeous woman with high standards whose exploring something that you didn’t have a chance to earlier because no one measured up.”
That made her relax and I felt a plume of pride within me. Even with someone as sharp as Bev, it seemed that I still knew what to say. I supposed it helped that I meant it.
“Oh, and you do measure up?”
“Well, I would hope so considering where we are right now and what we’ve done.”
“Fair enough.”
Her eyes glittered at me over her glass, a smile curling on her lips after she swallowed. That look made me burn way more than was fair, and I took a deep drink from my own glass.
Our food came soon after, with Bev making me laugh again when she enthusiastically slurped up her fettucine. She had looked up at me, lips pursed in a way that was borderline obscene and she had no idea. I couldn’t help but imagine for a second how that mouth would feel wrapped around me, but I told myself to calm down.
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sp; Such things might never happen. And if they did, it certainly wasn’t going to be soon. The best thing to do was to not get ahead of myself and just focus on the moment.
“What?” she asked, self-consciousness clearly coloring her tone.
“Nothing,” I answered quickly, picking up my own fork and knife to cut up my cannelloni. “Just glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I always enjoy carbs and cheese,” she retorted before digging in once more.
That made me laugh and set the tone for the rest of the meal, with us joking and bantering around our food. I didn’t think that I had ever eaten with someone so enthusiastic in ages, and that wasn’t a crack about her weight. It was just with the way her eyes widened every time she tasted something she liked, and the grin she had whenever she sipped at her wine, it was like she truly appreciated everything set out before her. She didn’t take a single thing for granted, and that made me feel… like I was a bloody brilliant provider. Like I could go out and kill a mastodon for her right then and there.
Thankfully, however, mastodons had long since gone extinct, so after we finished eating, we just sat there and talked back and forth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone so long without discussing business, but we talked about everything but that. It was freeing, and interesting, as I learned more about her and she learned more about me.
I found out that it had been a drunk driver that had taken her parents from her when she was ten, and that explained so much. It also made me put my wine glass down and not pick it up again. Sure, one glass wasn’t going to get me buzzed enough to be anywhere near a DWI, but that didn’t matter.
And I told her about my family. How my father had worked hard to build his own business and what it was like growing up fairly affluent. I worried a bit that perhaps I was bragging, something I hated more than most personality flaws, but she seemed intrigued by all of the things that I found quite mundane.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and it was quite dark outside. My legs were starting to get restless, as they often did when I was seated for too long without walking around, and I glanced to my watch.
