by Lila Younger
“My place is just a block away if you’re up for a walk up the hill,” he says. “And I’ve got a few pieces that I think you’d like to see.”
Oh. Is he… is he asking me back? I’m scared about what’s going to happen if I say yes, but I’m also so excited too that I have to take a deep breath to calm my nerves before I reply so I don’t sound too eager.
“That’s perfect. I’m up the hill too, so it’ll be easier getting home.”
“It’s settled,” he says. “I hope you don’t mind me starting in on the donut. It smells too good to wait.”
“Oh don’t worry, I never do,” I assure him.
The smile he flashes me leaves me breathless. It’s all I can do to put one foot in front of the other. Whatever happens will happen, I tell myself. At least you didn’t wear yesterday’s clothes and took a shower this morning. Not that that really calms down the butterflies ricocheting around in my stomach right now. I’ve never done anything sexual, except for some awkward fumbling in the back of a car when I was sixteen. How the hell am I going to make it good for a guy like Ian Taylor who’s probably had all sorts of wild sex? Thank god we have donuts and coffee to eat on the way back, because I don’t think I could string two thoughts together for the life of me. With every step we take up the hill my heart thuds harder in my chest, until I’m so nervous that I almost want to just keep walking home instead.
And then I sneak another peek at him. He’s incredibly handsome, the best I could ever possibly get in this, and maybe the next lifetime as well. I’d held out this long for sex with someone who’d be worth it, but really, if Ian didn’t fit the bill, who would? I’d be an idiot to back out now.
Chapter 4
Ian
I shouldn’t do it.
Of course I shouldn’t do it. But none of my students have ever come close to Kaitlyn, and I don’t know how long I could hold out really. I honestly thought I had it under control, that I wouldn’t be a cliché, but then I think of her again and my dick gets hard, and my brain shuts off. I want to kiss every inch of her body, memorize the taste of her lips and the feel of her silky soft skin against me. She’s walking beside me, completely innocent to it all. It’s really only an inch away, but it feels like there’s a canyon between us.
And now we’re walking towards my house. My bed. It wasn’t my intention, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like where this was going.
The coffee machine wasn’t really broken back at my office. I was set to make a cup for the two of us when Barry slid up, commenting on Kaitlyn’s ‘hot piece of ass’. Something about that comment ticked me right off, even more than usual, and I felt an impulse to get her away from Barry. It was like, if I couldn’t have her, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else. It worked out anyways. Once we were out of the building, she seemed to relax, and I did too. I’m enjoying our talk together. Kaitlyn’s gorgeous, but she’s got brains too. It is a deadly combination. And unlike most of the women I dated, she isn’t permanently in awe of the Taylor name. She isn’t trying desperately to win me over. In fact, as we make our way to my house, I’d even say there were some moments she’s forgotten completely, absorbed as she is talking about art and her thesis.
We don’t necessarily have a rich and a poor zone in this little town, but there is a divide between where all the frat houses and ‘party’ houses are, and the rest of the town. I decided to live a little further out so that I could both avoid some drunken idiot crashing through my backyard, and get a place that was nicer. The house is old, and most importantly, the neighbors aren’t right up against me, so I have a bit of privacy. There’s actually only two other families on our dead end lane, each of whom have mercifully kept to themselves so far. I have a huge backyard too, that has a great view of the mountains beyond the town. In fact, I saw a deer in my backyard the other day. That’s how close I am to the wilderness beyond.
I pull out my keys and let Kaitlyn in through the beautifully carved front door. My cat, Milo, saunters through from the living room to her feet and topples over. She laughs and pats his side, then straightens up and looks around.
“Wow,” she said. “This wasn’t what I was expecting.”
I know what she means immediately. The house is nice, a five bedroom Georgian on almost two acres of land, but it definitely isn’t what one would expect a billionaire’s son to live in. I’d gutted and upgraded everything inside when I first bought it, but my intention was never to stand out so badly that I became a target for thieves and break-ins. That would just be stupid. There are some pretty nice pieces of art in this house, and I do have a state of the art security system, but that only goes so far. My father, who has zero sense of aesthetics but spoke money, made sure that whatever I had pulled out of the Taylor collection wasn’t irreplaceable.
“A bit humbler than the Taylor compound,” I said agreeably. “But it’s mine.”
I take her coat so that she can wander a little while I put it away. She’s not two steps into the living room when I hear a gasp.
“That’s a Bellini!” she exclaims.
I walk through the door and nod. I’m impressed that she’s figured it out so quickly. One of the rare pieces that I managed to pull from under my father’s nose. It sits up on my mantel. She turns to me, her face shining.
“You can go closer,” I say. “This isn’t a museum.”
She’s delighted and takes a few careful steps to study the painting. It’s thrilling to watch the awe and wonder on her face as she appreciates the painting in front of her. It lights up her face, transforming it from beautiful to something even more. Stunning? Exquisite? Dazzling? For once my vocabulary is failing me. Her eyes slowly take in the scene, and then, after a minute turns back to me.
“Thank you for showing me,” she says shyly.
I would have been happy just being able to look at her across my desk for the rest of the semester. But now I want her, all of her, from that perfect upturned nose down to those long legs, for myself. I want to tear off her clothes and squeeze those pert little breasts in my hands. I want to see that look of bliss on her face again as I push my cock into her and make her come around me. It’s a masculine impulse to possess that comes over me. I remember this morning, when she bumped against me, how good she smelled, and how I could just bury my nose against her neck right fucking now if I wanted. I had grand plans to talk over her thesis, maybe convince her to stay for dinner, but I can’t wait that long.
We’re all alone in here, and I forget the reasons for denying myself.
I close the gap between us. Kaitlyn looks up at me, all tiny and delicate looking. I’ve startled her by my presence, and I see the way her pupils dilate as I step into her face. She instinctively tilts her head up to me, her lips parting just so. I reach out to gently stroke her face, a finger trailing down her cheek and along her jawline.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispers, and I know exactly what this means.
She’s a virgin.
This fact sends all the blood I have rushing down to my cock, making it strain against my jeans. I’m already imagining all the things I want to teach her and show her. I lean in close to her, until we’re sharing one breath. She smells feminine and soft, and I take a deep breath in so that I can come back to it.
“I just mean, I don’t know how to.”
She’s fumbling with her words and getting embarrassed, so I dip my head down and brush my lips against hers. She completely freezes up, so I don’t push for more even though I have to work so hard to control myself that I’m shaking. Her lips are soft and perfectly sculpted for kissing. After a few seconds, she starts to relax and I slowly pull away.
“That was pretty good,” I say, my voice low.
She gives me a tiny smile.
“It’s everything else I don’t know about,” she says softly.
“That’s what I’m here for. I’ll teach you. As long as you want this.”
I stroke her cheek with my
thumb. My eyes search hers for what seems like forever, and then she nods. That’s the only signal I need to kiss her again, harder this time. I push against her lips, parting them so that our tongues dance together. My hands cup the back of her head, tilting her up so I can deepen the kiss. My other hand slides around her waist, pulling her small body against mine. I twist a hank of her hair and pull, revealing the sensitive skin of her neck to my lips, my teeth. She tastes delicious, and I can’t get enough of it, nipping and licking at the hollow there. She’s melting against me, quivering faintly in my arms, making these mewling little moans of pleasure that drives me crazy. I know I have her now, and that just fuels my lust. I press my cock against her, grinding against her soft body to relieve some of the intense pressure building inside of me.
I want to rip her clothes off and explore every bit of her, but I can’t just do this here, out in the living room. My bedroom is too far away, but there’s a guest room down the hall. I break our kiss for a moment to lean down and lift her up as she gives a delighted gasp. She throws her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against me, nipples stiff through the fabric of her sweater. I crash through the door of the guest room back first, and deposit her on the bed. There’s a split second after I’ve yanked off my shirt where I think, I can still stop this before it’s too late, but then it’s gone and all I have on my mind is Kaitlyn.
Chapter 5
Kaitlyn
My head is spinning with how fast everything is moving. One second we were kissing, and the next Ian had scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. Like I was his woman to take. I loved it. And then I was pinned under his weight, and his hands were all over me, exploring, touching, and bringing out delicious sensations I never knew my body could make. It all feels so good, a million miles apart from the rough handling I get when I go out dancing at the bar or the inexperienced groping I got in high school. All I can think of was that all the waiting was worth it.
And then his hand grabs onto my shirt and I hold up my arms so he can pull them off. My bra comes off next in a practiced motion, and then I’m bare to him. His hands reach for my breasts, cupping them gently before thumbing the stiff pink peaks.
“They’re the perfect size,” he murmurs as he dips his head down.
I close my eyes, letting myself relax as his tongue circles my right nipple. I feel his lips close over me, sucking hard and shooting pleasure down to my pussy. His fingers roll and pinch my other nipple, and then he sucks again, back and forth in a play of pain and pleasure that’s making me soak my panties. It’s a tight circle of pleasure he’s winding up in me but I want, no I need more. My hips instinctively buck up towards him, begging for him to help me, to do something, and it’s like he’s reading my mind because there he is, hands down my leggings and pressing two fingers through my panties.
“You’re so wet,” he says appreciatively, sliding his fingers achingly slow up and down my pussy.
I want to reply, but all I can do is whimper because he’s found my clit, the hard little nub that’s sending out more liquid with every little rub he gives me. Wow. How the hell is he doing that? I don’t think I’ve made myself feel this good with my own hand and I’ve run over that terrain more than a few times. His fingers push my panties aside, tracing my folds and coating themselves with my own slick juices before sliding inside me. It’s a tight fit, and I wonder how the hell I’m supposed to even take his cock if I’m hurting a little already. Ian takes my sounds as encouragement, pushing a third finger inside. I instinctively clamp my walls around him and sit up.
“Wait,” I say. “It hurts.”
He gives me a slow kiss.
“Relax Kaitlyn. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
I’m comforted by his words and I fall back onto the pillows, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. Slowly I can feel myself stretching out as he pushes his fingers in and out, readying me for him. I can’t help but moan even louder than before, because this feels amazing. Just having his fingers inside of me has me so aroused, I can’t imagine what the rest of him will do. Ian pulls my leggings and my panties off of me, and gazes at me like nobody else has ever done as he slowly pulls off his own clothes. Like I’m a painting come to life, taking the time to savor every bit of me. I feel the urge to close up, to hide, but he gently pushes my legs apart, baring my pussy to him. And then he’s on top of me again, a heavy weight to counter balance the lightness he makes me feel with his fingers, his cock nestled right up against my slick cleft.
I want it. The need is raging inside of me, my body reacting because it knows exactly what it wants. I can’t control it; the words ‘please Ian please’ are out of my mouth before I can stop it.
“Please what?” he whispers against my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me,” I beg.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but he’s driving me crazy. My hips jerk up against him, needing him. I can feel the head of his cock right up against my pussy, getting wet and slick from my own juices. Ian reaches down with his hand, guiding himself right up to my entrance, and then he pushes forward. For a second nothing happens, and I wonder if maybe I’m just too small for him, and then he’s in. There’s a sharp burst of pain, and I draw a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut to bear it.
“Open your eyes Kaitlyn,” he commands me. They flutter open, and he’s looking back at me. “Deep breaths now.”
I draw a shuddering breath. He’s only a little bit inside of me, but he already feels huge, like he’s splitting me apart.
“You need to relax,” Ian says in a low voice. “It won’t hurt as much if you relax yourself.”
He waits for me to nod, and then starts pushing in again, slowly, slowly, until he’s bottomed out inside of me. I can feel how tense he is, how much he’s doing to control himself and make sure I’m okay. And then, just as slowly, he pulls out, and then back in. Out and then back in. My body adjusts to the size of him, and when I look up, there he is, half smile on his face.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper back.
The pain drifts away slowly, replaced by an increasing pleasure. He’s filling up all of me, satisfying that hungry need I had inside of me. I can feel him speeding up slowly as I relax fully and open wide my legs for him. My slit has loosened up just enough for him to really move. Ian kisses me softly, our tongues coming together. My arms circle him, holding onto the muscles of his back as they move and flex.
“I’m going to fuck you now Kaitlyn.”
“Yes, please,” I say.
I close my eyes and revel as he moves faster, harder into me. Our bodies are coming together and apart, the force of his thrusts as he slams into me making my breath come in short bursts. I feel him inside my tight pussy, deeper than before, each stroke intensifying the pleasure that’s running through my body. Ian’s breathing becomes harsher as he fucks me, building up my orgasm as it winds tighter and tighter inside of me. In one swift movement he lifts my legs up and pulls them together on one side, tightening my channel even further.
“Jesus, yes, Kaitlyn,” he grunts, pumping away at me. His cock is hitting that spot deep inside of me, unleashing pleasure so unbearably good that I’m fisting the sheets. My breath catches, and I’m moaning, his name I think, or sheer gibberish, because he’s fucked every last thought out of my head until there’s just him inside of me, starting deep between my legs and spiraling outward.
“I want you to come. I want that tight little pussy to come all over my dick. Right. Now,” he growls.
And he slams into me one last time, and I detonate, pleasure exploding out and taking over my body. I’m seeing stars, white hot stars like the orgasm that’s ripping through me. My whole body is shaking, my pussy convulsing around Ian’s cock as he keeps thrusting into me, hard and fast, until he comes too with a groan, emptying his hot seed inside of me. We stay like that, him inside of me, our chests heaving with the exertion, until finally he pulls out of me, still half
hard. I feel a trickle of cum slide out of me as he lets go of my legs and gently puts them back down onto the mattress. My vision slowly comes back to me.
I turn, and there’s Ian, propped up on his hand, gazing down at me with such intense emotion that takes my breath away. I’m not stupid. I know this couldn’t be anything more than a one night stand, but the way he looks at me has me hoping for more. He traces my cheek with one finger then leans in and kisses me, a slow, languid kiss.
“I want you to stay with me tonight,” he says in that deliciously husky voice of his. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I wasn’t going to give you one,” I reply with a smile.
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We don’t get out of bed until almost midnight when we both realize we skipped dinner and we’re starving. In fact, it was the grumbling in Ian’s stomach that finally got us out of bed. He pulls on his jeans but leaves his shirt, and he stops me when I try to put on more than my sweater tunic.
“I like knowing you’re not wearing underwear,” he says with a grin.
The house is a lot bigger than I thought it was. In addition to the formal living room that I already saw, there is a formal dining room, an enormous kitchen, a family room, another guest bedroom, a family room, and a breakfast nook. And then there is the patio, which extends further out to include a barbeque and dining area, as well as a separate living room area. Ian could definitely have some great dinner parties here, and I wonder if he entertains often.
