“Please,” I begged. “I can’t take much more.”
“Then come for me, Charlotte,” he rasped against my skin, his tongue flicking out and circling my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Gabe!” My voice cracked as I splintered apart, shuddering with the force of my orgasm. His licks turned gentle again, his hands soothing, as I rode the waves of my release.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured as he stood and leaned over me. The evidence of my climax glistened on his chin as he grinned down at me, his hands shifting my panties back in place and tugging my skirt so it covered my thighs again.
“Thanks,” I stuttered, unsure how to respond to the compliment. There hadn’t been time for the awkward moment after in his office because he’d left so quickly, but I felt it now. Gabe was an incredibly handsome and successful author and professor, and I was just me. The women he’d been with before me would have known how to react. I was sure they were experienced and sophisticated. And I was... “I’m a virgin.”
Chapter 6
Gabe
A lot of men would have taken off running at her announcement, but it turned me the fuck on. I was already hard from eating her pussy, but damn, my cock was begging to be where my mouth had been. Somewhere no one else had ever been. I wanted to shout to the world that Charlotte Young was mine, had only ever been, and would always be mine.
I couldn’t wait to teach her all about sex, explore new things, and learn to please each other. Not that I was worried about pleasing her. I don’t care how conceited it made me sound, I was an expert at satisfying women in the bedroom...or wherever.
I took a deep, calming breath.
Charlotte’s face was filled with trepidation and I realized that she was taking my silence as a bad sign. I helped her sit up, then reached up and smoothed out the worry lines on her forehead. Then I trailed my finger down her cheek, and over her rosy lips. “Sweetheart, stop jumping to conclusions.” I kissed her lightly. “I love that you’re untouched. Don’t mistake my silence for anything other than me trying to control my impulse to throw you over my shoulder and take you to the bedroom so I could pop your sweet cherry.”
Her face brightened and she locked her legs around my waist, making me groan at the contact. She gripped my shirt with two hands and pulled me close.
“I have no objections to that plan,” she whispered across my lips. I was about to give in when we were both startled by the oven timer. I removed her legs from my waist and quickly grabbed my oven mitts to remove the fresh, crusty rolls from the oven. I threw a glance her way before checking on the asparagus. “We’ll talk about that idea after dinner.” I turned back to the food, but not before I glimpsed her cute pout, making me smile.
I dished up the asparagus, wild rice, and parmesan encrusted chicken, placing each on the table. Lifting Charlotte off of the counter, I handed her a bottle of wine and two glasses, then grabbed a basket for the rolls. We sat down, our chairs at the corner of the table so that we were close, but still faced each other.
Charlotte looked over the meal, her expression indicating that I had impressed her. I winked at her and watched as a blush stole across her face. My hard-on had settled a little but that beautiful sight had me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. She took a bite of chicken and moaned, making me way beyond uncomfortable. I needed a distraction.
“Tell me what I don’t know about you, sweetheart,” I requested as I poured us each a glass of white wine.
“There isn’t much to know,” she said in between bites. “My parents died when I was fifteen, and since Elisa was eighteen, she was able to become my guardian. I grew up, went to school, and made every effort to graduate early so that Elisa wouldn’t have to continue supporting me. Oh, I also had a huge crush on my professor, and here we are.”
I chuckled. “You forgot, practically seduced said professor with your gorgeous legs, always on display with your short skirts.” I gave her a stern look. “Which is another topic we will be discussing at some point.”
Charlotte smirked and I glared at her. However, this wasn’t what I wanted to be talking about tonight, so I steered the conversation back on track.
“How is it that such a beautiful and intelligent woman is still a virgin at twenty-one?”
She blushed again and I decided it was one of my favorite things to see. “It’s not like I didn’t have the birds and bees discussion with Elisa. And, the safe sex lecture. I guess I was too busy with school and, um, I hadn’t—” She broke off and her blush intensified, spreading from the roots of her flaxen hair to dip below the collar of her low-cut sweater. I was dying to know how much of her body was covered with the pretty pink hue.
“Hadn’t what?” I pressed.
She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. I took her chin firmly between my thumb and forefinger, turning her face so her brown doe eyes stared into mine. “Eyes on me when you talk, Charlotte.”
“I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to be with like that.”
My heart swelled with emotions I hadn’t taken the time to truly examine yet. She was so fucking perfect.
“I’m ecstatic that you want to take that step with me, sweetheart. Although, even if you didn’t, I would have chained you to my bed and spent every second convincing you that you’re mine.”
Her coffee colored eyes widened a bit. There was surprise, yes, but it was the shadow of lust that had me grunting in satisfaction.
I threaded my fingers through the silky strands of her hair, rubbing the ends between my fingers and thinking about her neatly trimmed pussy. I let it go and ran the back of my hand down the side of her torso, my fingers brushing along her round tit. My mouth watered at the memory of sucking on the hard little buds topping them.
“Let me be crystal clear about something, sweetheart. This body, every part of you, belongs to me. Now that I have you, I’m holding on tight. It’s going to be my cock that pops your juicy cherry, my mouth that eats your pussy, and my hands that feel your creamy skin. No one else touches what’s mine. And, I’m going to make damn sure everyone knows you belong to me.”
The knowledge that I didn’t have to fight it anymore swept over me again, relief mixing with desperate need. Finally, finally, I could be with her and not be forced to hide it.
Shaking my head, I brought my focus back to my girl, only to notice her brow furrowed and her eyes brimming with anxiety.
She looked away again, “Eyes, Charlotte!” I barked.
Her head whipped back, “I’m supposed to start grad school at the end of the summer.”
Well, fuck.
I was pissed we’d have to hide our relationship, but it wasn’t something we couldn’t handle. I’d figure a way around it eventually.
“I can stay here for school, but, um, I’ve also been accepted to the University of California—Berkeley. It’s one of the best programs in the country. I’d be crazy not to go in the fall.”
Not fucking happening.
I was consumed with panic but I tamped it down with solid resolve. She couldn’t leave. I wouldn't allow it. I’d convince her to stay. But, that meant her continuing as a student here.
Triple fuck.
Ok, so I needed to convince her not to go back to school at all. The plan to keep her chained to the bed was looking really good at that moment.
Chapter 7
Charlotte
“I guess I’d better show you why you should stay,” he growled, pushing his chair back and bending over to lift me from mine.
“Gabe!” I squeaked when he slung me over his shoulder and gave my ass a quick slap. “What about the dishes?”
“Fuck the dishes,” he snapped. “They can wait, but I can’t.”
His hand tightened on my ass, steadying me as he strode out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall to a massive bedroom. He dropped me onto the edge of the mattress, and made quick work of the buttons on my top before tossing it onto the floor. My bra followed and then h
e was sliding my skirt down my legs and taking my panties with it. He lifted me back into his arms and placed me in the center of the bed before rising up on his knees to tear his shirt over his head. I stared, transfixed, at the play of muscles while he unsnapped his pants and lowered the zipper. A soft sigh of disappointment escaped when I realized he’d left his boxers on.
“You’ll get my cock soon enough, sweetheart,” he chuckled seductively. “But first I need to get you ready and I need the barrier my boxers provide while I do it. Without it, I’m not sure I could wait until you’ve come again before I take you.”
His hands nudged my legs apart, sliding up until he was touching my pussy. I was still wet from when he made me come on the kitchen counter. One of his fingers slipped inside me and pumped a few times before he added another. It was a tight fit, and I felt the burn as he stretched me. Considering the enormous bulge in his underwear, I wondered how he’d be able to fit inside, and tensed up at the thought.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he soothed. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit and my pussy fluttered in response. It typically took me forever to climax when I masturbated, but he already had me so close. He twisted his hand, fingers curling upward on the next thrust and my whole body stiffened. A swipe of his thumb over my clit and I was splintering apart, shuddering in his embrace.
“This is it, you know that right? Once I take you, there’s no going back. I’ll be the first, last and only man to touch you.”
He shifted over me and I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance, sliding against my wetness. “You’re the first man I’ve ever wanted this way. The only man who’s made me come. All semester long, I thought I’d never have a chance to see you like this, to feel you move inside me. Going back is the last thing I want to do, I’m ready for this”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered. “I want to take you bare this first time, sweetheart.”
“I’m on the pill,” I admitted softly. “My sister insisted on it back in high school.”
“I haven’t looked at another woman, let alone slept with one, since I saw you four months ago.” His admission soothed some of my insecurities. “Before that even. I’m clean, sweetheart. Let me feel your sweet cherry on my bare cock.”
“Do it,” I rasped out. “Deflower me.”
He paused, the head of his erection pushing inside me as his whole body shook with laughter. “Deflower?”
“It’s what they call it in romance novels,” I giggled.
“If you’re thinking about what you’ve read, I must not be doing this right.”
I reached up and stroked his face with my palm. “I can’t imagine anything better than this. I’m just nervous, and I tend to babble when that happens.”
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I know this is a big step, but I want you so much. Seeing you in my bed like I’ve fantasized about for months, I’ve never been this hard in my life. It’s better than I ever imagined.”
“Oh, Gabe,” I sighed. “I want this. With you. Now.”
“I’m so fucking lucky it’s me,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve the gift of your cherry, but I swear I’ll do whatever it takes for you to never regret this moment.”
All of my nerves disappeared at his vow. My fingers digging into the blanket underneath me, I lifted my hips up a little, making his cock slip further inside me. Even though I’m soaking wet, he barely moved an inch. I was so damn tight around him.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” My sigh turned into a hiss when he plunged deep without any warning.
“So fucking tight,” Gabe groaned. Holding himself stiffly above my body, he gave me a moment to adjust to his invasion. “Did I hurt you?”
“I think I’m okay.” My voice has a slight wobble to it, and I gripped his ass when he started to pull back. “No, don’t leave me. My cherry’s officially popped and I want the pleasure that follows the pain.”
“You ready for me to move, sweetheart?” he asked.
I shimmied my hips a little, feeling incredibly full but not in pain. “So ready,” I breathed.
Leaning farther down, he slid his hands under my body until he gripped the back of my neck, my body flush against his. “Much better.”
He pulled out and plunged back in on a hard stroke, and a low moan escaped my lips. I slid my hands up his back and held on as he picked up speed. Cocking my legs up, knees bent, my toes curled into the mattress. I was already close to the edge, and each thrust of his hips sent a shock of pleasure up my spine.
“I’m so close.” My whole body was clenched around his. My hips slammed up to meet his thrusts, and I dug my nails into his back as I hung suspended on the edge.
“Come for me now,” he whispered, his finger slipping between our bodies to circle my clit. The combination sent me over, and I started to come. I hung on to Gabe limply while he continued to pound into me until he finally jerked against me and gripped my hips tightly. I felt the heat of his come jetting into me as he found his own orgasm. When his shudders died down, he slipped out of me and collapsed onto the bed at my side.
“Wow,” I muttered a few minutes later, once I’d managed to regain my breath.
“If I made you lose the power of speech, then I guess the deflowering was a success.”
I swatted at his shoulder, but my arm felt like a limp noodle. I missed my mark and ended up resting my arm on his belly instead. “I should have guessed you were a smartass.”
“It’s not like I have the chance to act like one in class. The college would frown upon that kind of behavior from one of their professors.”
I laughed, thinking about how they’d react to the sight of the two of us in bed together. Being a smartass would be the last of Gabe’s worries if I decided to start back as a grad student in the fall, but that wasn’t something I wanted to think about right now. “From your books.”
He shifted on the bed, pulling me into his arms so I faced him while he stared into my eyes. “You read my work?”
“Every single word. More than once,” I admitted. “It was the only way I could feel close to you.”
His expression filled with pleasure. “Damn, sweetheart. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
He went about showing me how much my reading his books meant to him. Twice.
Chapter 8
Gabe
I was already awake when my alarm went off in the morning. I’d been laying there with Charlotte draped over me, running my fingers through her honey-blonde hair, and listening to her even breaths. I’d never felt such contentment before, and I refused to lose it. I needed a plan to make sure I would have this forever.
Charlotte stirred and the movement pushed her soft tits against my chest. The leg she had thrown over mine shifted, brushing across my groin. My cock was already half hard with her naked body practically glued to mine, but now it was standing at full attention. She moaned as she stretched.
“Are you sore, sweetheart?” I asked gently, turning on my side so we faced each other.
Her lashes lowered over her chocolaty eyes, and her cheeks tinged pink. “A little.”
I lifted her chin with a single finger. “I like to look into your beautiful eyes when you talk to me, sweetheart.” I waited for her nod of agreement. “There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. You were bound to be tender this morning. I probably shouldn’t have taken you so hard the second time, but I can’t seem to control myself with you.”
Her face lit up with a pleased smile.
“I can’t say I’m not happy that you’ll be feeling me all day, though. Every move you make will remind you who you belong to.”
This time, she rolled her eyes and patted my chest condescendingly. “You’ll have to hold off on clubbing me over the head and dragging me back to your cave until I finish my finals.”
I pretended to think about it for a moment. “How about a compromise? I’ll wait until
after finals, but then I get to cuff you to my bed and have my wicked way with you for the next week?”
Her burst of laughter had me grinning and planting a hard kiss on her lips. I decided to keep the fact that I wasn’t kidding about the cuffs to myself for a while.
I climbed from the bed and leaned down to smack her luscious ass before I lifted her into my arms. I carried her to the bathroom and set her on the vanity. I handed her a spare toothbrush and chuckled when she glared at me. “I bought that for you, sweetheart. I don’t keep a stash of toiletries for one-night stands.” I traced a finger down her forehead, over her nose, and tapped the tip. “I told you, it’s been months, not since before I first saw you.” She immediately looked sheepish and twisted to wet her toothbrush and add toothpaste.
I padded over to shower, adjusted the temperature on the control panel and turned on the water. After grabbing a hand towel, I turned to pass it to Charlotte and found her staring at me with wide eyes, her foamy mouth hanging open.
“What?” I asked, curious at her expression.
She gestured to the shower, and then quickly leaned over the sink to spit. She sat back up and took the towel I held out for her, wiping her mouth.
“You have a smart shower?” she asked incredulously.
“The whole house is wired for it, so of course the shower is linked to the system. The floor and towel racks are heated and...” I trailed off as I realized what had her in a state of shock. To my own astonishment, I felt a warming sensation crawling up my neck. I was fucking blushing? When did I grow a vagina?
“I have eleven bestselling novels, sweetheart.” I didn’t mention the endorsement deals, the money from the lecture circuit, or my inheritance.
“And, you live in the penthouse.”
It was clearly a rhetorical question, so I didn’t answer.
“A smart house.” I nodded this time.
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