The Virgin Escort: A Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Virginia Sexton

  Just come inside her and claim her. Make her mine.

  But I can’t have her. Holy shit. I just came, and I’m already getting hard again — this is going to be a problem. I’m a man who likes to give back, so I must know. “Grace.” She looks up at me, and damned if I don’t see a hint of desire blending with her shyness. “Do you shave?”

  She looks confused, but she responds, “My legs? Yes, of course.”

  “No. Your pussy. Do you shave your pussy smooth?”

  Her eyes widen, and the shade of red which has been present ever since she rose from her knees deepens. “No. Why?”

  “Because there’s something I want to do, and I prefer hairless for that.” I grab my wine glass from the table and stand to my feet. I extend my hand to her. “Come with me.”

  “Should I bring my grape juice?”

  God, she’s adorable. “Leave the grape juice here. I’m going to have your mind on something else very soon.”

  She slips her little fingers into my palm, and I guide her through my bedroom and into my bath. Her eyes dance about, taking in my personal space. I set down my wine and place my hands on her hips. “Kick off your heels.”

  Grace lays her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and steps out of her high heels, shrinking a few inches as her arches touch the tile. She’s looking up at me with the most precious and innocent trust, her lips parted. “Now what… Kaden?”

  I don’t know why my name rolling off those lips sounds so sweet this time around. I dip just a little, tighten my grip on her hips, and lift her to the counter between the double sinks. She gives me a little squeal of surprise that goes straight to my semi-woody protesting against the confines of my jockstrap.

  “Now, hike your dress up around your hips. All the way up.”

  God, could her eyes get any more wild? They flash, and I see so much in there. I see lust, I see defiance, and I see that she will give in. She adjusts the slit running along her right thigh and shifts her ass on the countertop. She tilts left then right, dark blue fabric rising higher and higher in a slow strip tease. I watch it go, revealing a fine pair of creamy white legs. She lifts until I see the silken, lacy panties — the very ones I inspected earlier this evening.

  I can tell how self-conscious she is. Her teeth graze over her bottom lip, and she can’t find a place to settle her eyes. That innocence has me on edge. All the women I’ve been with who are confident and experienced don’t hold a light to this wholly virginal exposure.

  “Look at me,” I order, and Grace obeys. She fixes on me and seems to take heart. “Just a little more. I want to see that pink ribbon at the waistband.”

  She takes in air with a near gasp. “You’ve seen these panties before?”

  “I picked them out. Just for you.”

  Grace holds my gaze as she completely exposes those tight little panties made of sheer fabric. I step closer, pushing her legs apart and leaning against the counter between her knees. I run my palms up her smooth thighs and to the legs of the lingerie. Like a good girl, she keeps her eyes on me, and I can see everything that passes through her emotions as my thumbs tuck underneath the fabric. I can see the uncertainty, and then I can see the attraction and the desire. I can see her lips tremble and her jaw flex.

  I creep my fingers around the waistband and step away, pulling the panties with me. “Lift your pretty ass.”

  Grace plants her palms on the countertop and lifts herself just enough for me to slip the sexy lingerie around her rear. I step away, pulling her panties down her legs and off. I can tell she wants to look away. I can tell she wants to close her legs and conceal how wet she is. Too late. I’ve seen. I’ve seen it in her eyes as well. There’s no going back from here.

  I retrieve my shaving lotion from its mount on the wall and work it into a lather between my fingers. “Open wide. Put a heel at the lip of each sink.”

  Those eyes go timid, and I can tell she doesn’t want to do it, but I don’t care. If she wants this job, this sure as shit isn’t going to be the craziest thing she’s going to do. I stare her down while getting a nice foam going between my fingertips and step closer. She takes hold of her dress to make sure it stays out of the way as she lifts her legs and spreads them. She shifts until she has a foot resting against the side wall of each sink like stirrups.

  “Lean back.”

  “Against the mirror?” she asks.

  “Yes. It can take it.”

  She settles backward, and it makes her pussy tilt toward me. Dear God, there’s the money shot. She’s so fucking turned on; I can see her glisten through her bush. If only I could just take my prick out and bury myself inside of her right now, all would be right in the world. But fuck me, I can’t. This will have to suffice — for now.

  She gasps at the first touch of my fingertips. She tries to jerk her thighs in to guard against the invasion, but I give her my don’t-fuck-with-me look, and she opens back up. I lather her up like a pro, paying special attention to give her a good clit rub while I’m at it. By the time I’m done spreading the shaving cream, Grace is worked up into a state of panting.

  I wash my hands off and go for my razor. She looks even more uncertain now, but her tongue is darting out to wet her lips. She wants me back between her legs. I want it, too. My prick is straining and wants to be free again. Shit, I haven’t been this horny since that one time I did ecstasy… I touch her thigh and push to expose the beginning of her hairline, and Grace leans her head back against the mirror, her eyes closed.

  I get the water running in one of the sinks and use careful, deliberate strokes, cleaning as I go. I begin on the outside and work my way toward her most sensitive area. It doesn’t take long, but I can tell she’s trying to hold still and not make noise. She’s not succeeding. Her thighs are clenching and releasing every time I touch her. She’s gasping and whimpering, her head rocking back and forth on the mirror, and it’s driving me goddamned crazy. I’m not used to being required to exercise restraint.

  Getting further to her core, I pull on her pussy lips and send the razor in a straight line down. She gasps as my fingers brush over her clit and push against her wet slit. By the time I’m done with her, she’s not modestly trying to push her legs together – she stretched wide open for me.

  I grab a hand towel and a brush away the last of the shaving foam. I stand back and appreciate my handiwork. Smooth and ready for action. “Scoot to the edge of the counter.”

  I can’t believe this is happening. This wasn’t even on my radar. Of all the unexpected things I could have at least fathomed, getting my pussy shaved after giving a blow job was not one of them.

  There’s command in his voice, and I can’t deny him — not after his expert attention has me needing more. His authority, his attention to my body, that way he clenches his jaw whenever he hears me moan — has me dangerously close to a precipice I had wanted dearly not to fall into.

  Kaden falls to his knees as I bring myself to the edge of the bathroom counter. He reaches around my legs and takes my ass in hand, pulling me to his face. His breath is hot against my wetted slit, and he pauses to take a breath.

  “You smell good, sweet thing. I’m going to guess you’ve never had a man between your legs?”

  I can’t find my voice — not even enough to mutter the one simple word: No. I shake my head like an impetuous little girl, instead. That devilish smile that comes over his face has me melting. But not so much as when he dips closer and runs his tongue over my newly smooth pussy lips. Everything down there is sensitive and swollen, and I cry out with the first touch of his tongue. I grip onto the edge of the counter, the muscles in my thighs going rigid.

  He opens his mouth and sends his tongue the length of my slit. One more pull on my ass, and he gets me into the right position. He teases at my tight opening, and I can’t hold back my cries. I gasp and moan until I can barely breathe. He makes an mmmmm sound as he sucks on my clitoris and then licks at the opening of my womanhood once more. He enters with
his tongue, pulsating it, and my eyes roll back.

  I hold my breath and tense. My stomach flexes, and every muscle from my shoulders down to my toes become stiff. The pressure is building up in my pussy and in my head, and I finally let it go. I see stars as I let out a high-pitched wail and feel my juices flow onto his tongue. Kaden laps at me as my thighs twitch and my muscles begin to relax.

  He looks up with a smirk. “That was fast. Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

  I take in quick breaths first and then deeper and longer. Holy shit. My first orgasm with a man. It was like nothing I could ever work myself up into with my own fingers. Kaden offers me his hand to help me off the counter. It isn’t enough. His arm winds around me as my feet hit the floor and I begin to collapse. When had my legs become so shaky? I attempt to straighten my hair and my dress, but the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach is distracting. If that's what this man can do with his tongue…

  “Take it easy,” he tells me. “There’s a lot of flexing that goes on when you orgasm. At least – there is if I’m doing it right. You’re going to be a little shaky.” He keeps hold of me while stooping down to grab my heels. “You probably don’t want to put these back on right now.”

  “Thank you.” Lord, for what? Or rather, for which? For grabbing my heels for me, for helping support me after making me weak, for giving me my first mind-blowing orgasm?

  I’m not allowed to clarify my thank you, because I’m distracted as he pockets my panties. “A souvenir.”

  I feel like I can cry — just break down and weep. I’m not even sure why. All I know is that he offers me his arm, and I take it like it’s my lifeline. I want to bury myself against his chest. I want him to wrap his arms around me and plant his lips on my forehead. But he doesn’t. Kaden escorts me back to our intimate table set for two and pulls out my chair once again.

  He snaps his napkin out and lays it on his lap, calling for the waiter. The young man comes out with our dinners and places them before us, wishing us a bon appétit before retreating. I’m still shaking as Kaden asks, “How does it feel?”

  I respond to his words like a school girl. “You were amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that. The way you use your tongue to do that — I had no idea.”

  The amusement was back in his eye. “I meant the bare pussy. How does it feel?”

  The heat of a blush sears through my cheeks. Was I ever going to not have an intense color of red around this man? “Oh — it feels… clean?”

  —

  My phone buzzes, vibrating on the nightstand. I drift out of my heavy sleep, letting go of a quickly disappearing recollection of a dream which resembles Kaden and I. Blindly, I send out a searching hand for the phone and bring it into my peripheral.

  Awake? It’s him.

  I blink and stretch my eyes but manage to groggily type, Yes.

  I send a hand between my thighs and feel myself — the dream has left me wet. Last night, after such a wild beginning, I had expected him to keep pushing the envelope. Kaden and I ate our dinners, and then he ordered a desert, and we talked the entire time. We talked about his tech company, we talked about my fake stewardess job, and we talked about the expectations of my real job. But that was it. After we finished dessert and he polished off his wine, he kissed my hand like a true gentleman, and we went our separate ways.

  It was perfect.

  Just like this bed — good Lord. I have never slept on something that felt quite so much like I was being hugged by the very heavens. And the sheets! I wasn’t usually a naked sleeper, but I had to last night. Those sheets begged to be slept in naked.

  Come to me.

  My heart skips and races forward. I want to see him again. I told myself I wouldn’t do this — that I wouldn’t let my emotions get entangled with this job — but I need to see him again. Not just because of that tongue or the way he touched me. It was his laugh over dinner and how he managed to slip into genuine questions about me in between poking fun at my stewardess persona. I could tell he was having a hard time staying in character with it, but he had skillful ways of asking Scarlett the Stewardess what she would be studying if she ever had the thought of going to college or how many siblings she wished she had and how much younger they would be than myself.

  I stretch my arms and back on the silk sheets and push myself out of bed. Even the carpet in this place is luxurious. It gives under my feet and feels like I’m walking on blankets of sunshine. A silk, pink robe hangs from a hook in the bathroom.

  I thumb a response to Kaden as I tease out a tangle in my hair and check my teeth in the mirror, On my way.

  The nervousness is still there, but mostly it’s excitement. Now what? What is Kaden going to introduce me to today? Come to me. I’ll have to figure out where he is. I pad into the living space and appraise the area. The big, wooden table is back in the dining area, and everything is empty. His office door is closed, but his bedroom is open.

  I make my way toward him, the nervousness beginning to push its way forward. I twist the knot of the robe sash between my fingers. I nudge his door open further, and it swings, revealing his personal space. I didn’t get that good of a look at it yesterday — my mind was on other things. My mind is still on other things, but I’m enthralled with this extension of him. His décor is plain and simple — abstract paintings of the broad brush stroke variety on the walls and plenty of undisturbed floor space.

  I tilt my head around the door, and there he is, still in bed. Kaden’s hands are clasped behind his head, and he has a smug smile on his face. “There are some things you’ll be expected to do often on your overnight escort services.”

  He pushes the sheets over, exposing a body I hadn’t had the opportunity of seeing last night. Not in this state. Not in all its naked glory. I have to press my thighs together, because this is a man I could look at all day long. His chest is broad and thickly muscled. His abdomen is flat, and without any pants to obstruct the view, his eight pack is fully visible. A tattoo with tribal lines and waves wraps around the right side of his abdomen, and down his hip, then down to his thigh. I want to get closer and run my fingers over the ink.

  One thing I do remember from last night is his hard cock, but I hadn’t seen those big thighs. He must work hard on that body of his to be big and lean at the same time. I find myself imagining licking the space between his abdominal muscles and down to that firm manhood of his.

  Kaden takes himself by the base of his big cock and says, “Come on — robe off.”

  I feel the same bead of self-consciousness I did last night. Before he spread me wide and made me scream. I can’t help it. One time with a man doesn’t erase the past nineteen years of modesty. I work at the tight knot of the sash with downcast eyes and finally get it loose. I look up at him, and I take courage, seeing the snarl on his lips. I let the fabric drop from my shoulders.

  It hits the floor, and I stand before him, naked. Last night, I was only half exposed to him. I still had the safety net of being able to pull my dress down. Now, I stand before him completely exposed.

  His smile turns into that devilish grin he had last night when he went down on me. “God, you are so fucking beautiful. I need you over here right now. I need my cock between those lips again.”

  His dirty words bolster my resolution — bringing to the forefront of my mind how good it felt to make him growl and come. I climb onto the mattress from the foot of his bed and approach between his legs on all fours.

  The husk is back in his voice as well. “I wish my bed were a mile long so I could see that crawl keep coming. Get down on your belly.”

  I flatten myself against the sheets, the sides of my breast touching the sides of his thighs. “Like this?”

  He pats his obliques. “Hands up here.”

  I didn’t feel this last night, either. My skin against his. The intimate contact overwhelms my senses as I run my hands up his thighs and onto his abdomen. His stomach contracts, and I am mesmerized by the movements
of his body. He angles his cock down to my lips, and I open for him. Kaden pumps at the base of his shaft as I wrap my lips around the tip and run my tongue over his slit. His groan is immediate, and I brush my fingers over his six pack as I feel him flex and contort.

  I look up at him as I suck him down further, and the desire I see there flames my fire. Just like the night before, having him between my lips is getting me wet and wanting more. I take a deep breath and run my tongue down his shaft then pull up. His nostrils flare, and Kaden’s chest expands as he fills his lungs with air.

  “God, I’m already going to come. I’ve been laying in here, thinking about you. Thinking about last night.” True to his word, Kaden’s cock twitches. He forces his words out between clenched teeth. “Perfect. You’re so godda…”

  He lets his words drop off, his head hitting the pillow as he arches his chest into the air and groans for me. I’m so… what? I need that word. I’m so what? His cock throbs, and he releases himself into me. I swallow down his seed as he relaxes, but he’s not done with me yet.

  Kaden sits up and pulls me to him. His lips claiming mine, and he kisses me aggressively. It’s exactly what I need right now. He hadn’t touched his lips to mine once last night, and I hadn’t realized how I had felt the absence of that intimacy. He turns me over, planting me on my back and leaning over top of me. I run my hands up his firm back and rub my thighs together, feeling my wetness grow.

  His mouth leaves mine, and he immediately lowers to my breasts, taking a nipple between his lips. I gasp as a shot of electricity fires from my nipple down to my pussy. I arch my breast into his mouth and hold on.

  I was intending to keep it at a blowjob.

  Grace would have to get used to a lot of things very quickly, and I can’t help myself. Her naked body between my thighs like that — her hands running over my abdomen — that little moan she gave when I came inside her mouth. God, I need to give it back to her. I need her to feel just as good as she makes me feel. I need to be inside her so badly. Not being able to take her is really starting to suck.