Restrained

by Nicole Dykes

  One of her hands moves from my ass to grasp my hard cock over my briefs, and it twitches in her hold, begging for attention. “Christ,” I bite out.

  I feel the wicked grin against my lips as she uses both her hands to push away the last piece of clothing between my cock and her pussy, then using her foot to push my briefs down my legs until I kick them off.

  I unhook her bra, quickly freeing her full tits, taking a moment to gaze at her in all her naked glory. Her dusty rose nipples are hard and calling to my mouth like a beacon until I oblige, popping one in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the hardened peak before nipping it sharply with my teeth enough to make her yelp. I switch back to a gentle caress, chasing away the pain before repeating the same action on the other side, making her writhe beneath me.

  My cock slides along her wet folds, seeking entrance. The head of my cock brushes against her clit, causing us both to jolt with pleasure.

  “Fuck me, Hayden.”

  I grin, gripping one of her wrists and pinning it above her head with my free hand. I position my cock at her entrance.

  “You want my cock, Lola?” It’s a husky fucking growl against her lips as she arches into me, pressing her breasts against my chest, parting her thighs even more to allow me to settle between them.

  “Yes.”

  I don’t think I can wait any longer. I grab her free wrist and push it up to join the other above her head as I thrust into her with one powerful, sure thrust. I’m met with the tightest fucking pussy I've ever been inside and burst through resistance, making us both grimace. Her eyes widen, and I swear my heart is about to explode as I look down at her in shock, her pussy still strangling my cock, but neither of us move.

  “What the fuck, Lola?”

  Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and her voice cracks slightly as her eyes meet mine. “Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

  I stare at her, dumbfounded. “You’re a . . .”

  Her hands try to break free, but I don’t release her as her hips buck forward, encouraging me to move inside her. “Not anymore.”

  How the fuck is this even possible? “How?” It’s a stupid fucking question, but it’s all I can say.

  “Don’t worry about it.” Her head lifts, and her lips meet mine again. Her kiss is tentative, but it deepens and then turns heated again, but I don’t dare move my hips even if it physically hurts not to. “Fuck me, Hayden. Don’t let my first time be lame.”

  I smirk against her lips, holding onto her wrists. I love and hate her fire. “Are you sure about this?”

  I’m not cut out to be anyone’s first. I thought I was done with all that shit a decade ago. Her nose brushes mine as she nods her head, her hips again begging me to move.

  I’m pissed at her for not telling me. I’m fucking furious that she let a prick like me be the first one inside her body. But I guess it’s a little too late for all that now, and fuck if I don’t feel a sick sense of pride as I pull my hips back, pulling almost entirely out of her and then pushing my cock into her again, stretching her and reveling in the way her hips move with mine.

  I still don’t let go of her wrists, instead pressing them into the bed with each hard thrust that she meets each and every fucking time. I know it has to hurt, my cock isn’t small by any standards, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my size, but still she moans into my mouth, kissing me.

  Her legs wrap around my ass, pushing me even deeper inside, and I feel her pussy pulse around me, telling me she’s close.

  I feel the buildup inside me, knowing that I'm really fucking close to coming deep inside her.

  Fuck! Condom. What the hell am I doing?

  “Jesus, Hayden! I’m close,” she gasps, and I feel her tighten around me.

  I groan, “Fuuuck.”

  I don’t trust myself not to come when she doe,s and after one long stroke, I pull out of her, sliding along her slick pussy, but not going inside. I brush the head of my cock over her clit, sending a shockwave through us both and almost coming right then. I release one of her hands, snaking between our bodies and using my thumb to send her over the edge of the wave she’s riding. Her body jolts with pleasure underneath mine as I grind against her hip until jets of cum explode from my cock, wishing I was deep inside her.

  I’m an irresponsible fucking prick, but I'm not that irresponsible.

  My body falls onto hers as we pant and lie in the mess from our fucking, ruining the expensive comforter that has never been used by a paying customer, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

  “Wow,” she breathes softly.

  I still have one of her wrists in my hand above her head and use my other arm to prop myself up to look down into her eyes. She’s flushed, beautiful, and naked under me.

  A beautiful fucking liar.

  “How could you not fucking tell me?”

  I have no right to feel betrayed, but I fucking do. And now, I'm back to pissed the fuck off.

  My body is still trembling with small aftershocks from the orgasm that rolled through me. I can’t believe that just happened, but there was no part of me that wanted it to stop.

  I was terrified the entire time that he would. I’ve never felt that way before. Totally out of control. Handing everything over to another human being and letting go.

  It was addicting.

  But the way he’s looking at me right now . . . That I can do without.

  His handsome features are contorted in confusion and betrayal as he stares down at me, asking how I couldn’t tell him I was, in fact, an almost thirty-year-old virgin before tonight.

  He’s not exactly looking at me like the freak I am, but I still don’t like it. “What does it matter, Hayden?”

  “Really?” His intensity holds me prisoner along with his solid, muscular body. “It matters.”

  “It really doesn’t. It wasn’t like I was waiting for marriage or for religious reasons.”

  He doesn’t move, his eyes pinning me as they track my lip movements and then lock on my eyes. “Then why?” His gaze trails lower, down to my bare breasts and then back up to my face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  “You really think that’s all that matters when losing your virginity?”

  He climbs off my body and moves to the edge of the bed, his hand raking through his thick dark hair. “I don’t know. I . . .” He tosses me a look over his shoulder, looking uncertain. “Why me?”

  “Like I said, it’s not that big of a deal.”

  He looks almost guilty as he looks away from me and out the large glass window in the bedroom. It’s dark, and there isn’t much to see, but I get the feeling he doesn’t want to look at me anymore.

  Totally naked, I feel exposed, but still I force myself to sit up and move behind his body, careful not to touch him. “I didn’t want you to stop.”

  I watch his jaw tense, the vein in his neck pulling tight. “You should have warned me.”

  “What would you have done then? If I would have told you before you were inside me?” He turns so I can see his handsome face and the sexy black stubble on his cheeks and chin, making me momentarily flush, thinking about how it felt against the bare skin of my neck and breasts. “Would you have stopped? Been gentle? Serenaded me?”

  He grins and then scoffs, trying not to laugh. “No. I don’t fucking sing.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Lola.”

  He’s being too serious. I don’t want this to be a big deal. “I didn’t want any of those things. I wanted you to fuck me in your own style. I wanted you to be you.”

  There’s something unreadable in his eyes, he continues to look guilty as I bring my hand up and brush it over the stubble on his cheek. He grabs my wrist, holding my hand in front of his face. “Did I hurt you?”

  I’m deliciously sore, but nothing I can’t handle. My thighs are still slick with arousal, and truth be told, all I can think about it doing it again and again. “No.” I smile. “Everything you did, I liked. A. Lot.”<
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  I maybe inflating his ego far too much, especially because he’s already an egomaniac, but I don’t want him to regret what we did.

  I loved giving him all the control, his hands pinning mine to the bed as he thrust inside me. I enjoyed every second of it, and for the first time in my life, I understand how sex can be like a drug. My eyes drag down over his chiseled chest and the ridges of his abs.

  “How were you still . . .” He releases my hand and grips the back of his neck. “How had you never had sex before?”

  I shrug my shoulders, covering my breasts with my arms. “I don’t know. I dated some in high school, but never anything serious. And then, I just became laser-focused on my career. I didn’t go out. I didn’t date.”

  “You don’t have to date to fuck.”

  I roll my eyes but can’t stop smiling, still feeling the high. “That’s very romantic.”

  “Thought you weren’t a romance girl.”

  I laugh. “I’m not.” I stand up and find his white button-down, pulling it on and using it as a robe, not bothering to button it and then sit back down next to him on the edge of the bed. “I honestly thought I was asexual or something.” I bite my bottom lip and look away from him, embarrassed by my own confession. “No one has ever sparked my interest long enough for me to want to go to bed with them.”

  It’s true. I’ve never felt the way Hayden makes me feel. I’ve never been excited about sex before. I jolt back to awareness when I feel his hand under my chin, his fingers holding my jaw and urging me to turn my head to look at him. “I’m an asshole.”

  I know he thinks he is. It’s written all over his face. But his lips press against mine, and everything fades away like every cheesy chick flick I've ever seen. “Why did you pull out?”

  He pulls away from my mouth, but his hands are on my hips. “I know you’re new to sex and all, but if I come inside you, that’s kind of how babies are made.”

  I tilt my head to the side and glare at him but fight laughing. “You really are an asshole.”

  He shoots me a cocky grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t grab a condom. I should have. I guess I got lost in the moment too.”

  “I’m on birth control.” His eyebrow lifts in obvious confusion, and I roll my eyes, “Irregular menstrual cycle. I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen.” My lips brush over his as I straddle his lap, gasping when I feel his cock stirring to life again between my legs. “So, this time,” my lips drag over his neck and then up to his ear, “come inside me.”

  He looks pained as I move my hips against him, wanting him to enter me, but he doesn’t move. Instead his hands fly to cup my face, and he look me dead in the eye. “You trust me way too much.”

  “Why? Have you forgotten to wear a condom before?”

  He shakes his head, still holding onto me. “No. Never.” Somehow—and no, I can’t explain it—but somehow, I already knew that. “But you don’t know me, Lola. I could be a liar.”

  My eyes are wide as I stare into his dark and stormy ones. His dick is fully hard and ready for me, resting between my legs, and all I want is him back inside me. “Are you lying to me, Hayden?” My voice is a harsh whisper as I turn my head and take his thumb between my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip, making him groan.

  “I’ve never fucked anyone bare in my life.”

  I smile and suck on his thumb, grinding against him, shameless and reaching between us, wrapping my hand around his thick cock, guiding it to my entrance. “Good. Then fuck me.” I lean forward, his hands moving to my hair as I bite his bottom lip. “And don’t be gentle.”

  “Aren’t you fucking sore?”

  I smile and kiss his full lips, nipping again on the bottom one. “It’s a wonderful ache, and I want more.”

  He groans, and I hate the hesitance I see. “I’m afraid I won’t ever get enough, Lola.”

  “Would that be such a bad thing?”

  He nods his head yes as his lips press against mine for a punishing kiss before he thrusts inside, filling me as my hands grip his shoulders. I move with him, riding him, and this time I take control.

  His hands fall to my hips, letting me set the pace. “Fuck, Lola.”

  I smile against his lips as we kiss, and I take his length inside of me over and over again. The tip of his cock hits a spot deep inside me that makes me see stars on every stroke. My mouth moves down his neck, and I bite his shoulder while his hand snakes over my stomach to my breast, pushing his shirt out of the way.

  He rolls my already hardened nipple between his thumb and finger, pinching it and causing my pussy to tighten around him, pulling a groan from both of us.

  I’m close to my second orgasm, and my clit rubs against his cock as I slide up and down at the perfect angle and press my chest against his. “Hayden,” I moan breathily as my entire body tenses and pleasure takes over.

  Both of his hands are back on my ass, gripping it tightly, pushing me further onto his cock as I come and feel him jerk in me, coming inside me as I requested.

  Oh. Shit.

  I am completely addicted to that feeling.

  And I know I am in trouble.

  I stare at Lola, asleep and naked next to me in the suite that won’t even be open to guests for another few months or so, but I own it, so fuck it.

  I can’t remember the last time I fell asleep with a woman, but that’s exactly what I did with Lola last night.

  How could she trust me with something so huge? And not only the first time, but she let me fuck her again and again.

  Without protection.

  I have no idea what any of this means, and I definitely don’t know or like what it means that I'm watching her sleep like a fucking creeper.

  I hear a phone ringing somewhere in the room and drag my tired body off the bed to try to find it. The ringing stops by the time I find my pants and my phone in the pocket.

  It wasn’t the one ringing, but I have several texts from Gretchen and a shitload of business emails. For the first time in a long time, I ignore it all and toss it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. I pull my slacks on and button them before finding Lola’s skirt from last night.

  No pockets.

  I move into the living room and find her purse, which I guess she placed by the door when we got here, and I hear the phone going off again. I grab the bag and walk into the bedroom where Lola is stirring because of the sound.

  She looks tired and still so fucking beautiful with her hair matted and squinting eyes assaulted by the sunlight. “Is that my phone?”

  “It must be.” I hand her the purse. She quickly finds her phone and looks at the screen.

  “Viv.” I have no idea who Viv is until she adds, “my nephew’s mom.”

  I nod. “You should take it. I’m going to see if I can find some coffee.”

  Her smile is infectious as she nods her head approvingly. “If you don’t offer coffee, I’m definitely deducting a star.”

  I roll my eyes, but I actually fucking smile until I see another text pop up on my phone. Lola answers hers as I grab mine and go down to the kitchen.

  I look at my phone as I walk down the stairs. Fifteen fucking text messages from my assistant is about fourteen too many. And it’s nothing important, but the last one asks if we should meet today to go over the next purchase order.

  I quickly text her back to let her know we don’t need to meet for that.

  I really fucked up when I slept with her.

  I think about Lola upstairs, naked in bed with my cum between her legs and probably still on her hip. My dick twitches at the thought. How I can want more after last night, I'm not sure. But fuck if I don’t.

  Still, I know it was a fuck-up. Not only do we have a professional relationship, I’m also hiding something from her. Something big.

  “Hayden?” I look to where the voice is coming from, and my mouth waters when I see Lola in only my white shirt with one button fastened at the waist. The shirt hits her mid-thigh, and the arms are way t
oo long, but I’ve never seen a sexier sight.

  “Hey. Sorry. I had to text Gretchen.”

  Shit. I probably shouldn’t mention the last girl I fucked before her, but she’s classy and professional as fuck as she joins me in the kitchen. “If you need to catch up on work, I’m more than capable of finding a Starbucks.”

  That’s the last thing I want. I almost feel panicked as my hand wraps around her waist, pulling her body into mine. “Not before a shower.”

  She smiles. “Are you telling me I smell bad?”

  I dip down to her neck, letting my lips drift over her neck and down to her collarbone, taking in her flowery scent mixed with my own and the musky scent that only comes from a night full of sex. It’s fucking intoxicating. “No,” I growl deeply as I nip her skin and relish the feeling of her body against mine.

  I don’t like how desperate I already seem to be for her. She’s practically a stranger.

  It’s infatuation.

  That’s all it is.

  That and she’s a really, really good lay.

  “Coffee.” I raise my head to look at her, and she lifts on her tip toes to nip my bottom lip. “Then shower.”

  I nod in agreement and move back to the kitchen, searching for coffee until I hit the jackpot and find several self-serve coffee makers for the rooms along with the gourmet coffee packs. After brewing coffee, we return to the suite and sit on the sofa.

  “You like having your nephew and his mom living with you?”

  She sips the hot coffee, hissing from the heat and then holding it with two hands. “I do. I actually love it, which is surprising.”

  I watch her, hating how interested I am in her answers to my questions. “Why’s that?”

  She shrugs her shoulder, being careful not to spill the hot coffee. “I love my siblings, but I've always been kind of a loner. I liked living alone.” She smiles. “Or so I thought.”

  “Yeah, I get that.”

  “I bet you do.” She smiles, taking another attempt at the hot coffee. “That was her on the phone. She’s definitely not used to me staying out all night.”