by Katy Kaylee
Fucking stop it, I told myself.
“We need to talk,” I growled at her.
Paris blinked at me. She opened her plump lips to speak, then clamped them together. She looked frightened and small, almost like the scared ten-year-old girl I’d rescued from a closet all those years ago.
“Come inside,” I told her. I motioned for her to follow me into the house. “And be quiet,” I added in a low voice, nearly wincing at the idea of Hollie discovering us.
After a moment, Paris followed me in. I led her down to the basement, where I had my den set up. Hollie and Krista used to joke that it was my man cave, but in truth it was the only place in the house where I felt like I could relax and be myself. The walls were painted dark grey and I had a black leather sectional propped against one wall with a large television mounted opposite.
“Sit,” I told Paris. She perched on the edge of the couch and put her backpack at her feet. Tangling her hands together in her lap, she didn’t look at me.
“You’re a smart, talented girl,” I told Paris in a low voice. “Why are you doing this?”
Paris didn’t reply.
I took a deep breath. “There are tons of ways to make money that don’t involve taking your clothes off,” I said. “Haven’t you thought about that?”
That got her attention. Paris’s auburn head snapped up and she looked at me.
“You were there,” Paris said, biting her lower lip. “You were spending money there. And it seems like you’re dating a stripper yourself.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Don’t you think you’re being more than a little hypocritical?”
I couldn’t help it – I scowled.
If I hadn’t been in this exact situation, I never would have ever wanted to compromise the integrity of my job. Being a detective meant being true to the law first and the chief of the department second. All the same, I wished that I could tell Paris the truth: that The Pink Diamond was a front for a drug ring, and very likely a ring of prostitution as well.
But there was no way that I could do that. If I told her, the operation – not to mention Paris herself – could be in danger.
No.
I had to find a way to convince her to leave the club on her own, make her see that this wasn’t the right thing to do.
And if I was being honest with myself, I would have felt that way regardless of a drug ring or god knows whatever the fuck else Angel was doing. The last thing I wanted was for Paris to be stripping, to be tearing off her clothes for a bunch of men. Unfortunately, thinking about that made me remember the sight of her sweet curves, and I forced myself to look away.
“Nothing to say?” Paris asked quietly.
I swallowed. “Why the fuck are you doing this?” I asked in a low growl. “Why are you stripping? There are other ways to make money, you know. Lots of ways that don’t involve taking your clothes off and showing your ...” I trailed off, not wanting to say the words that were in my mind. Pussy. Ass. Tits.
All of them fucking perfect, too.
“There are a lot of ways to make money that don’t involve doing things like that,” I said finally. “And you’re smart enough to know that.”
When I looked at Paris, her cheeks were red and there was a look in her eyes that came across as both indignant and scared.
“I ... I need to make more money than I’d be making at a normal job,” she said softly, fluttering her eyelashes and looking down at her pale, soft hands in her lap.
“Why?” I asked. Suddenly, I was worried that there was more going on than what I could see. What was she hiding? It had to be something bad, something so bad that she was desperately struggling to keep it a secret.
Paris didn’t answer for a long time. When she did, her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear her.
“Because I just do,” she said, biting her ripe lower lip.
“What are you hiding?” I demanded. “Your parents were addicts,” I added, aware that I was being rude. “Are you going down that same path? You know what happens to people who get hooked on drugs, right?”
Paris still didn’t reply. She was clenching her jaw and staring straight ahead, at the TV on the wall.
Frustration and anger welled up inside of me and I grabbed her by the arms.
“Tell me,” I nearly shouted in her face. “What are you hiding? Why do you need the money?”
Paris’s eyes were big and scared as they met mine, but to my immense frustration, she still refused to answer. When I realized that she wasn’t going to give me a straight answer, I sighed loudly.
“Why didn’t you come to me for help?” I asked her.
Paris swallowed and looked down. “I ... I wanted to clean up my own mess,” she admitted softly. “I couldn’t keep relying on you to save me. Not after everything you’ve done for me. I ... I didn’t want you to keep having to save me.”
I felt like my heart was going to break. Putting my finger under her chin, I tilted her face up and met her gaze with my own. I could practically see her pulse racing at the side of her delicate, flower-stem neck and in that moment she looked so innocent and beautiful and sad that all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and assure her that everything was going to be okay.
Not just now.
Forever.
“What do you need saving from?” I asked her in a husky voice.
Paris didn’t reply.
“Drugs?” I asked harshly.
Her eyes widened, but she gave a brief shake of her head.
“What then?” I asked.
Still, she refused to tell me. The tension between us was growing, and suddenly I was aware of the fact that her face was mere inches from mine. Her lips were so full and pink, wet from the tip of her tongue, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. The air between us was charged with electricity and I was suddenly very aware of my own breathing – fast and shallow, as the feelings of lust and passion grew in my body.
No, damnit, I thought. This is wrong!
But my rational thoughts faded away as Paris leaned closer and closer. I couldn’t look away as she bit her plump lower lip. The sight made something in me snap and break, and I groaned. Leaning forward, I pulled her close and crushed her mouth to mine.
The kiss was intense. Her lips were sweet and petal-soft, and with a soft moan she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back, just as passionately. A dam inside of me burst and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. She was so delectable, so luscious, that I couldn’t help myself. My cock stiffened in my pants and before I could think about what I was doing, I put my arms around Paris and we fell back onto the couch together.
She practically flowed into my lap, grinding her hips against mine as she kissed me harder and harder. I broke the kiss and nudged her chin up with my head, exposing her pale neck before nipping and sucking and biting at her tender skin. Paris moaned and arched her back, writhing on my lap, and I slid my hands down her body and squeezed her ass through her denim shorts.
“Harrison,” Paris moaned, throwing her head back and pushing her voluptuous tits against my chest. Her face was flushed pink with desire and she closed her eyes, squirming on my lap. My cock was hard and throbbing and god, just feeling her against my body was enough to make me blow my load.
I slid my hands under Paris’s loose hoodie, feeling her warm skin against my palms. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I groaned with desire as I cupped her round tits in my hand. When I brushed her nipples with my thumbs, the same way she’d done while dancing on stage, she shivered and shook with pleasure.
“That feels so good,” Paris purred. She undulated her body, rocking her hips on mine. “Harrison, please don’t stop,” she added in a throaty whisper.
I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. There was nothing keeping me from Paris, and my whole body was on fire with lust. Every touch, every caress, every look from her emerald green eyes filled me with desire.
I lifted her sweatshirt over her head
and stared at her topless figure for a moment, drinking her in. Her tits were perfect: round and huge and perky, with beautiful pink nipples that I wanted to suck and bite.
She stared back at me, biting her lower lip as lusty electricity crackled between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” I growled. The words seemed to catch in my throat but Paris sighed softly and licked her lips as I put my hands to her breasts again and massaged them. She moaned loudly and I moved my hands lower, circling her narrow waist and lifting her off my lap. In one smooth motion, I laid her down on the couch and crawled on top of her. As I lowered my head to her collarbone and began to kiss, Paris gasped with delight.
“Harrison,” she cried in a struggled voice. “Harrison, I ...”
My head snapped up and I looked at her.
“I’m a virgin,” Paris confessed shyly.
8
Paris – Friday
I stared at him with big, scared eyes. My heart was thumping in my chest and my pussy was soaking wet, rubbing against my panties with every movement. For a moment, I wondered if I shouldn’t have said anything. Was that the kind of thing that I should have kept to myself?
“You’re kidding,” Harrison said. He had a stricken look in his eyes, and suddenly, I was so afraid that he’d pull away and never touch me again.
“I want you to be my first,” I whispered, reaching for him and taking his face in my hands. Harrison offered no resistance as I pulled him close and kissed him hard. The stubble along his jaw rubbed my chin raw but I hardly noticed – I was addicted to kissing him now, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss and kiss and kiss for the rest of my life. He tasted so good, so manly, that just the touch of his tongue against mine was enough to make my whole body tingle with lust.
As Harrison kissed me back, he put his hands on my breasts and slowly played with my nipples, rolling and pinching them in his fingers. It felt so good that I cried out into his mouth and spread my legs around his muscular build. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. The feel of his hard cock through his pants made me shiver – he felt so big that I couldn’t imagine him sliding inside of me and filling me.
And yet, that was all I wanted. In eagerness, I tugged his shirt off and threw it to the side. The sight of him shirtless made me stare. I knew it was silly – women weren’t supposed to call men beautiful, but that was exactly what Harrison was. He was tanned and toned with a sprinkling of salt-and-pepper hair over his muscles.
I gasped in awe as I ran my hand down his chest, making him shudder and groan. Realizing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him was powerful, and I blushed deeply as my hand trailed lower and lower, until I was rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. My hand felt clumsy and inexperienced, but Harrison didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were screwed shut with pleasure and he thrust his pelvis against my hand, obviously eager for more. Just as I felt that I was finally getting the rhythm of stroking his hard dick, Harrison pushed my hand away.
He stared down at me with passionate, lusty fire in his blue eyes. Again, I had the same feeling that I’d had at the club: that we were the only two people in the world. I strained up to kiss him, whimpering at the touch of his lips on mine. Lusty fire raced through my body and every time I felt the touch of Harrison’s strong hands, I whimpered and shuddered and shook with lust. He was playing me like an instrument, and I was loving every second of it.
Harrison locked eyes with me for an intense moment before dipping his head to my chest and taking my nipples into his mouth, one at a time. The sensation of his hot lips and wet tongue and sharp teeth was almost too much to take, and I tangled my hands in his hair and cried out with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over my nipples, making me buck my hips underneath him. As he kissed and suckled my breasts, his hands went to the fly of my jean shorts and unzipped it, sliding them down my legs until I was clad in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties. Harrison crawled lower and lower and I flushed hotly as the smell of my arousal filled the room. My panties were soaking wet and I felt naked as Harrison ran a teasing finger down the crotch. When I felt his finger brush against my clit, delicious pleasure filled my body and I yelped softly.
“I want you,” I moaned, closing my eyes and arching my back. Harrison tugged my panties down my legs and tossed them to the side before diving back between my legs and pressing his lips to my inner thigh. It felt so good, so teasing, that I wriggled and squirmed in a desperate attempt to push my pussy closer to his mouth. I wanted his lips on my clit, I wanted to feel his tongue flicking in and out of my virgin hole.
This was my first experience with sex, and it was already better than my hottest dreams.
Harrison spread the lips of my pussy with one hand and began licking my clit. Slowly at first, teasing me, until I begged him to go faster. He lapped at me and sucked my clit, running his tongue over the surface until I thought I would explode with pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as Harrison slid a finger inside of me and stroked the inner walls of my pussy. I felt so tight and wet that while it didn’t hurt, there was a slight pressure as he slid another finger inside of me.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as I thrust my hips and bucked my body, eager for more of Harrison and his exquisite, perfect touch. It felt so intensely good that it almost hurt, and I ground my face against Harrison’s mouth. He started pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy while sucking my clit and I cried out again and again, desperate for more.
When Harrison pulled away, I gasped. The cool air of the room against my wet pussy felt obscene and I shivered. I was still throbbing with want and desire, but I wanted more than just my own pleasure.
“I want to ...” I trailed off shyly. “I want to please you.”
Harrison got onto his knees and fumbled with his belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor as he unzipped his pants. They fell down, exposing his trim, muscular body encased in a pair of black briefs. His cock was making a tent in the underwear, and I licked my lips nervously as I reached for the waistband and made to pull them down.
Harrison’s cock bobbed free as I pulled his underwear down his thighs. Getting to my hands and knees, I crawled towards him until I was eye-level with his cock. It was so beautiful – big and veiny and throbbing for me – and I swallowed hard before opening my lips and taking the head into my mouth. He tasted amazing: salty and clean and I moaned at the pleasure of it as I ran my tongue over the head. I knew I had to be inexperienced, but the effect I had on Harrison was wonderful all the same. As I took another inch of him into my mouth and wrapped my hand around the base, Harrison groaned. He steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder and began gently thrusting into my mouth. He was so big that he was stretching my lips, but I wanted to take all of him. I wanted to please him – I wanted to fill him with the same exquisite sensations that he’d given me.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Harrison growled. He tangled a hand in my hair and gently yanked, pulling my head closer to his cock with every thrust of his hips. As he filled my mouth, I felt an immense of pride and satisfaction. I’d always wanted to please Harrison like this, and I was finally doing it. He was loving it – he was groaning and grunting and thrusting into my wet mouth. Just as I was about to cup his balls and massage them, Harrison abruptly pulled away. He was breathing hard and he looked down at me, passion blazing in his eyes.
“I want to take your virginity, Paris,” Harrison growled.
All I could do was whimper and nod. I wanted it so bad that I couldn’t even speak, and I fell down on my back and spread my legs, ready for him.
I’d always been ready for him, and now I was finally getting him.
Harrison crawled between my thighs, pushing them apart and steadying himself with a hand on my hip. He looked down at me and a shiver of anticipation raced down my spine.
“Baby girl, this might hurt at first,” Harrison said.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I don’t care how much it hurts.”
Harr
ison held his cock in one hand, gently pushing against my cherry. I felt a pressure, then a sharp pain, then the sensation of his cock sliding deep inside of me. The pain only lasted a second before melting into a warm, smooth pleasure that filled my entire body. I moaned softly as Harrison thrust all the way inside of me, burying his cock to the hilt of my pussy.
“You feel so fucking good,” Harrison growled. He leaned down and kissed me, cupping my chin in his hand and bucking his hips against mine. As he began to thrust in and out, I moaned uncontrollably. With every movement of his body, his pelvis brushed my exposed clit and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming.
Our rhythm grew more intense until it was almost frantic. I wrapped my legs around Harrison’s waist and arched my back, allowing him to thrust all the way inside of me. I wanted him all – I wanted to take every inch of his huge, throbbing cock inside of me and please him. Every time he plunged inside of me, he covered my face in kisses and groaned. My body was tense and taut and singing with pleasure as Harrison made love to me. Closing my eyes, I moaned loudly as Harrison buried his face in my neck and nibbled on my earlobe.
I gave myself over to the pleasure, gave myself over to the heavenly feelings swarming through my body. Suddenly, the intense sensation between my legs was all I could think about, all I cared about. As it grew and grew, I realized that I was on the edge of having my very first orgasm.
“Are you gonna come for me,” Harrison growled in my ear, reaching between our bodies with one hand and frantically rubbing my clit. Squealing loudly, I bucked my body against his. Drops of sweat fell from Harrison’s forehead to my chest and I moaned, clamping my lips together and arching my back, hungry for more. When my orgasm crested over my head like a tidal wave, I thought my whole body was going to explode. Ecstatic waves crashed over me, one by one, each stronger than the last and I could feel my pussy clamping down on Harrison’s dick. I wanted to keep him inside of me forever – I never wanted this feeling to end.
