Forbidden Virgin

by Carmen Falcone

  “Relax,” he said in a soothing voice, and covered her with his body. He propped himself on his elbows, and kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. She quivered, her nipples painfully tight. She bucked toward him, desperate to give herself to him. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

  “I don’t want to wait any more. I want you inside me.” She lifted her head and caught his lips with hers, and hoped the urgency in her kiss translated the swirling emotions exploding inside her. She meshed her tongue with his, both stroking and punishing it. He didn’t shy away from her challenge, and positioned himself between the apex of her thighs as he intensified the kiss.

  She linked her arms around his head, and he disengaged his lips from her for a bit to brush his mouth on her cheek. The simple caress made a moan of ecstasy slip through her lips. God. The tip of his length pressed against her, and she parted her legs further to welcome him into her.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked when he pushed into her breach.

  “Only if you stop.”

  When he thrust his cock, she felt it. Pain. His cock was airtight inside her. Her slick walls needed a moment or two to stretch for him. He kissed her again, and she gave him all she had—maybe the distraction would make her more relaxed.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered in her ear.

  He thrust into her again, this time plunging all the way and she gasped. “It’s okay,” he said. “Just a couple more inches and I’ll be all inside you.”

  A couple more inches? She chewed on her lower lip. Graham was massive.

  He nipped her shoulder, and little thrills ran down her spine. Her limbs relaxed, and arousal moved through her again. “Yes, relax, baby. Talk to me.”

  “You’re so big.” She felt him smile against her cheek. “I just want you to fuck me like you do all others,” she said, insecurity dangling in her voice. Without having to treat her like some precious china because of her lack of experience. God, I’m so lame.

  “Kate,” he called her. “You’ll never be like the others. Do you hear me?”

  He finally moved inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his taut ass. “I need you to tell me you know.”

  “I’ll never be like the others,” she said. The moment he locked his gaze in hers, she moaned. His gorgeous eyes darkened but she could still see the flecks of silver dancing around the cobalt irises. Emotion welled up inside her.

  He lifted her leg all the way up his shoulder, and thrust deeper. She scratched his shoulders, loving the closeness between them and never wanting to let go. He didn’t stop watching her for a moment. She wanted to decipher what the amazement sparking his eyes meant.

  She clenched her inner muscles around his cock, and he groaned, so she did it again. He continued the torturing dance, sliding out of her only to plunge into her faster, harder, deeper.

  Pleasure built in her core and pounded into her bloodstream. Her moans became louder as she quivered under his body. He growled, and spilled himself into her pussy. The warm and thick semen flooded her and she loved the sensation of completion. God. It dawned on her. She loved this man and couldn’t fight it. She was screwed in a much deeper way.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, and she turned her head to face him. He’d rolled on the bed and taken her with him and she reveled in after-sex bliss. What could be better than their two bodies slick with sweat, limbs lazily entangled?

  She looked up at the ceiling. A moon roof. Of course. “Yes.” She kissed his chest. “I love the idea of a moon roof. Very eco-friendly.”

  He caressed her hair, his fingers sliding into her tangled mess. “Thanks but I can’t take credit for it. I didn’t have it designed with that in mind.”

  “Then why?” She propped herself on her elbows and watched him. He stared back at her, his eyes hooded.

  “When I was a child I loved looking at the moon and stars. It reminded me they were there no matter what. They were a constant to me,” he said, his voice strained. “The dark sky at night.”

  Her heart squeezed. Her father had mentioned Graham had had a tough beginning, and the charity her grandfather ran had helped get him off the streets and find him a job after he finished high school. A friendship took place between the two men and her late grandfather invested in him when he had an idea to open his first hotel in his twenties. “Did you wish for anything special when you looked at the moon?”

  “For a long time I just wished it’d be there the next night,” he said, his eyes darkening to a black. Maybe then he realized what he’d said had been so deeply personal, because he cleared his throat and said in a lighter tone, “But enough about me. How do you feel now you’ve been devirginized?”

  She sat on the bed, carrying a part of the sheet with her. It dawned on her he didn’t like to talk about his own issues. But knowing about it didn’t mean she’d leave it alone. “Have you ever seen your parents again?”

  He ran his fingers through his hair and let out some air. “My father died of an overdose when I was twenty. And I couldn’t bring myself to forgive my mother.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Really? Because I could have insisted, you know. After I became wealthy, I paid for her rehab once but she went back to using the day after she left. Then I just didn’t try anymore even though I have access to good doctors, and I could pay a clinic out of the country if needed to get her away from her crowd of addicts. Yet I did nothing.”

  “The fact you paid for her rehab after all she’d done to you shows you tried.”

  “She sent me letters throughout the years, but I never opened them,” he said but even his deep baritone couldn’t hide a trace of sadness.

  For the first time, she wished she could time travel to be the person holding his hand decades ago, when his parents deserted him, and to tell him everything would be okay. “Did you throw them away?”

  He shook his head. “I kept them.”

  “Maybe you weren’t ready to read them and one day you will be. And it won’t hurt as much.”

  His lips curled at the corner of his mouth. “Do you always see the good in everything or just in me?” he asked, his tone lighter than earlier.

  “I see a lot in you. I’ve been seeing it since I was sixteen,” she said. “I remember my grandma had once said touching yourself is a sin. So I avoided doing it even though my body sometimes asked for it,” she said, and wrestled the urge to look away. She hadn’t come this far—geographically and sexually—to play pretend now. With Graham she could finally be herself. Why change? “Remember my seventeenth birthday party at the beach? I tried to kiss you and you wouldn’t let me. I understood why, but I wondered if you wanted it, too. That night I touched myself for the first time without guilt.” Thinking of you.

  He touched his throat, as if he wanted to reach an invisible lump. A spark flickered in his eyes, and he shook his head more to himself than to her. “Masturbating isn’t a sin. You know that, right?”

  It had never been a sin. “Yes. My family means well. They have big hearts and love to help others, but they have very strict rules about everything,” she said. At times she really wondered how happy her mother was in the middle of all those rules. Did she submit to them or resent them deep down? I won’t ever have the same problem.

  “Have you chosen to study abroad to get away from your family?” he asked.

  “I want to have my own career, make my own money and live by my own rules.” One of the reasons why she’d refused to be a part of the family’s investing business and instead chose a field where she had no ties to her father. Only to Graham, a snarky voice inside her remembered.

  He traced her jaw with his index finger and a delicious shiver rolled down her spine. “I have to say I like your rules. Or lack thereof.” He shoved her sheet to the side and stretched out his hand. “Come on.”

  She slid out of the bed and hoped he didn’t want to take her back to the hotel already. “Where are we going?”

  He gave her a sexy
smile. “To the outdoor hot tub.”

  Graham intertwined his hand in hers and led her to the stone patio. When she’d told him how uncomfortable her family made her, he decided sex would be the safe way to change the subject—and keep the intruding thoughts out of his mind.

  When she’d told him she touched herself after the bonfire, he almost told her he’d felt a strange sensation then.

  She sauntered naked, and he basked in the beauty alongside him. Kate had surpassed his expectations, and making love to her had brought the sense of novelty to him too—they shared a connection he now experienced for the first time.

  He gestured at the whirlpool and turned on the jets. Because of his constant surfing, he’d ended up neglecting using his pool and hot tub, but tonight he’d make memories under the stars. Memories he’d hold on to when she traveled to Europe where she’d live the exciting life she deserved. His heart squeezed in his chest. Damn it.

  His cock hardened when she entered the tub. He followed her, the hot water caressing them like silky sheets. She linked her arms around him with so much ease as if they’d been a couple their whole lives. She brushed her sweet lips on his cheek and little charges of electricity surged in his scalp. He caught her lips in a hungry kiss, sitting on the edge of the tub to give her more leverage.

  Receiving the message, she straddled him. When her pussy touched his throbbing cock, his body roared in response, the recognition raw and hot. He broke the kiss, and shoved his fingers into her hair, pulling her hair and making her look down at him. With her pupils dilated and long luscious lashes almost shutting her eyes she’d never looked so beautiful. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you,” she said, and her hand slid down his chest, her index finger making an invisible pattern on his nipple.

  “You’re a naughty virgin, aren’t you?” he said. “You’ll do whatever I tell you. Obey my every command.” The question came out as a statement, his voice much rougher than intended. Hell, he didn’t want to scare her.

  She licked the corner of her lips, her eyes lit. “Yes. I’ll do anything you want me to. But why do you call me virgin? I’m not one anymore.”

  “Oh yes, you are,” he said, and slid his hand on her buttocks, squeezing her lusty ass. “Until I pop all your cherries you’re still my naughty virgin.” She’d always be his virgin but he preferred not to discuss the future.

  She giggled, excitement flickering in her baby blues. “Is it going to hurt?”

  “No, baby. I’m going to do it when you’re ready and you’re going to climax like never before. Because I’ll own your ass,” he said, and lifted her a notch so he could trace his tongue over her neck. She sighed into him, and nestled herself against him. He’d never hurt her, but as much as he wanted to fuck her sweet tight ass, he knew he had to wait and get her more used to him, to his size, before slamming her asshole silly.

  “I love when you talk dirty,” she whispered, caressing his hair.

  He nipped her neck, grazing his teeth over her smooth flesh. She moaned, and he could hear that sound forever. “You enjoy filthy talking because you’re a dirty girl and I love it.” He brought her breast to his mouth, and sucked the full tit until she resumed moaning, throwing her head back and pulling him against her. With the other hand, he slid down her back, massaging her butt. She stiffened at first, maybe worried he’d gone back in his promise of waiting.

  “Don’t worry, Kate, I’m not fucking your ass tonight. I’ll tease your cunt until you beg me to stop. But I want to start playing with your hole so you’ll get used to it,” he said, and she relaxed in his hold, her muscles loosening.

  He kissed her other breast, his tongue teasing her puckered nipple. Slowly, he placed his hand between her butt cheeks and left it there. She squirmed under his touch, and a rush of blood surged down his length. How much longer could he take? Not long.

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  He sucked her globe, deciding to use the distraction to carefully make a circular invisible pattern with his index finger near her opening. She was so damn tight. Maybe a butt plug would help—but he didn’t want to scare her off. Tonight, he’d simply play with it and show her she could have pleasure. “You’re so tight, baby. When I thrust inside your asshole it’ll be beautiful.”

  “Stop talking about it or I’ll ask for it tonight.”

  “No. You’re not ready.”

  She slid her hand down his cock. “Well, you’re ready.”

  “Always ready for you.”

  She stroked him, and he hissed out a word he himself didn’t comprehend. With a chuckle, she encircled up and down his length, and in retaliation he inserted his finger into her small opening. She gasped, and he imagined, even with the fair warning, everything still surprised her—which pleased him a great deal.

  She positioned herself closer to him, and rubbed his dick on her, clumsily trying to put him inside her.

  “Let’s do this slowly, babe, so I don’t hurt you,” he said, and without disconnecting his finger from her hole, used his other hand to guide himself to her entrance. She quivered, and moved with just his tip inside her. The minimum contact caused his groin to stir.

  “You feel so good inside me,” she said.

  He lifted his hips so a few more inches entered her. She bucked against him, and linked her arms around his head. “Ride me,” he demanded.

  “I don’t know if I can take all of you,” she said. “You’re too big.”

  With his free hand, he clenched the side of her waist and moved it from one side to the other, showing her what to do and soon she moved sensually. God. Her pussy was still tight, her slick inner muscles clinging to him. He kissed her, his mouth devouring hers and finding no resistance. She moaned against his lips, the sound beyond sexy.

  He rocked his hips into her, thrusting his entire cock inside and she sucked in a sharp breath. Damn it. He didn’t want to hurt her but her moan had set a wild primal craving inside of him. A need only fulfilled when he pounded her good. But he had to give her some control. “Fuck me, Kate. Ride me as fast or slow as you want. Punish me with that sweet, tight pussy of yours.”

  She gave him a confident smile, and there was the Kate he knew. She plastered her hands on his shoulders and moved like he’d shown her minutes earlier. God. Every inch of him throbbed with need, begging for release. Soon, she found a delicious rhythm to sway against him, bucking her hips to one side then the other, and by the look of satisfaction on her beautiful face, he could tell she enjoyed herself.

  He took advantage and moved his finger inside her anus. Before he claimed her pert ass, she needed to stretch and get used to some playing. “Fuck yeah. Kate, you’re so sexy,” he said, egging her on.

  She rocked him harder, intensifying the tempo. He added another finger into her anal passage and it barely fit. He wanted this woman, and he’d have her any way he could and all ways he could. She soon started to spasm on him, her loud moans and whimpers cutting through the night.

  She lowered her lips to his, and this time she owned it: she nipped his upper lip, holding him tight, and their tongues meshed in the most urgent relentless way. Her kiss carried a naughty secret that didn’t need words. She could be new, but Kate had been born to be this hot, this dirty, this wild. And if it depended on him, they were just getting started.

  Chapter 6

  “Where have you been all weekend?” Aaron asked when Kate stopped by the lobby to talk to the front desk manager. She’d been working in Housekeeping all morning, but before her lunch break she wanted to talk to the manager about the mystery room.

  The software they updated had to have a glitch because it showed the same room dirty again, even though she’d just checked and it showed squeaky-clean. She’d talked to the housekeeper the previous week and the meek sweet lady seemed just as puzzled as they: she’d entered the room as clean after her work, but somehow an hour later it popped as dirty in the system and it never updated.

  “With a friend,” she said. �
�But it’s not any of your business,” she added, unable to keep irritation out of her voice.

  “Sorry.” He shrugged. “I just worry about you. I didn’t know you and your friend were so close.”

  Memories of the two days and nights with Graham popped in her mind and she couldn’t suppress a smile. They were close all right. Her sex tingled, the images of Graham taking her several times on Sunday too raw and delicious.

  Graham had dropped her off early in the morning and her body ached when she maneuvered the vacuum cleaner or had to lift boxes of monogrammed soaps to stock her cart. “Tell the manager the system must have a problem. I’m off for my lunch break,” she said, without saying goodbye or waving. She took a left turn and soon strolled inside the employee hallways where she’d take an elevator and get to the underground floor.

  “Kate,” she heard the only voice capable of tingling her nipples. She turned around and saw Graham in front of one of the storage rooms.

  Dressed in his Italian designer jeans and long sleeve shirt and jacket he rocked. “Come here,” he said, curling his index finger. He opened the door and glanced at both sides of her to make sure no one saw them. Thankfully, the hallways were empty.

  She followed him into the room, biting back a naughty smile.

  “Take off your pants,” he said, closing the door behind him.

  Wasn’t he in the mood for getting right into business? She’d always heard of quickies, from her friends at college and read about luscious encounters in the romance novels filling her Kindle. But doing it? She giggled, and wriggled her pants and undies down.

  He removed a device from his pocket, and she lifted an eyebrow. The small pink rubbery device reminded her of a football. “What is this?”

  He erased the distance between them, and nudged her thighs apart a bit. “Think of it as an exercise for your vagina.”

  Exercise? What could possibly be wrong with her lady parts? “I don’t get it.”

  With a chuckle, he lifted the device. “It’s an erotic egg. I’ll place it in your pussy and it’ll vibrate whenever you move. It massages it and makes your next orgasm a lot more intense.”