by Selena Kitt
She scoots to the edge of the bed and surprises me by taking me into her mouth. Her pouty lips wrap around my manhood and it takes all of my strength not to lose it right then. Zoe wraps her soft hand around the length of my shaft that she can’t reach with her mouth and strokes me as she pleasures me with her mouth.
She looks up at me, and I’m undone. I cry out her name as I finish, and she surprises me by looking like she’s enjoying this more than I am.
“You’re quite a bit more wild than I expected.” I pant out as I try to catch my breath.
It was a mistake to say it, because she instantly looks humiliated and tries to cover herself with her hands.
“Oh, no. Baby. Don’t do that. It’s good. It’s real good. Now, let me see you again. Spread your legs wide.” I tell her and kneel down between her knees.
She’s glistening with need, and smells like honeysuckle and strawberries. I lean in and flick her center with my tongue, and Zoe cries out so loud I know somebody at the party can hear her.
“Lie back and try to stay quiet, or I’ll have to stop.” I tell her, and she reclines back on the bed.
I run my tongue up each side of her nether lips and she shivers from the sensation. I flick her with my tongue over and over until her body is so tense that I know she’s about to explode. When I start to suck her, Zoe’s hand comes down and grabs my hair. She pushes my face into her and grinds against me as her body quakes with climax.
When we’re done, I lie down on the bed and pull her into my arms. Feeling her warm breath against my neck makes me much happier than I thought possible. I’ve had a bit of a crush on Zoe since the sixth grade, but I never thought for a second that she would go for a guy like me.
That’s about the time I started teasing her because I didn’t understand the things I was feeling for her. When she started getting sassy back, I thought we had something. At some point, she started getting quiet whenever I would try bickering with her, and I thought she was getting bored. I stepped it up, but now I realize how wrong I was. I’m super lucky that I didn’t lose her forever. She has a good heart, and now I know how forgiving someone can be when they care about you.
Many of the girls at our school like the fact that I’m rich and I play football, but Zoe’s different. After tonight, I hope that she’s seen through who I pretend to be for my father. I want Zoe to fall in love with the real me. I’m just going to have to find the courage to show her who the real Josh Allen is.
I smile when she starts to snore softly against my chest. She looks like an angel when she’s sleeping. My heart feels full for a brief moment, and then I hear my phone going off several times. I don’t want to let her go, and something about the way my phone keeps going off tells me there is something terribly wrong. When I kiss her forehead and she stirs for a moment, it feels too much like goodbye for me to breath.
I slip off the bed without waking her and pull my cell out of my pant pocket. I’ve gotten twenty texts that all say the same thing.
“Josh, please help me.”
Chapter 3
Zoe
I wake up just in time to make it home before curfew. I’m alone in a bed that I don’t recognize, and it takes me a minute to remember everything that happened tonight. I smile when I think of how Josh made me feel, but I’m a little concerned that he’s gone. It’s not a big deal. Maybe he just wanted to let me sleep, and I’ll get to see him again tomorrow at graduation.
I pull my clothes on and try to fix my hair so no one can tell it’s messed up because I was fooling around with a guy. Most of the people at the party are completely trashed, and nobody pays any attention when I leave. Making it home on time means I don’t have to explain anything to my parents. They just tell me good night, and I go to my room.
I lie awake for a long time contemplating calling him. I want to tell him goodnight before I go to sleep, but I don’t want to come off as needy. He’s said before that he has things he’s dealing with at home, and I don’t want to interrupt him if he’s in the middle of anything important.
If we’re going to make this work, I’m going to have to start trusting his word. We haven’t had the best start to our budding relationship, but now that I understand him better, I think I can relax a little.
Coming out as a couple tomorrow at graduation will be even more exciting than doing it at the party. We’re getting ready to embark on our adult lives, and he’s chosen me to be at his side.
It does seem a little strange that he didn’t at least text to make sure I made it home safely.
I’m sure it’s fine.
Graduation Day
I spend some extra time on my hair and make-up knowing that everyone in my class, including Josh, will be looking at me while I give my speech. I check my phone expecting a message from him, but there isn’t anything. Before I can start worrying, my mom calls up to me that it’s time to go.
I give my speech and get a standing ovation. My mom cries, and my dad is beaming with pride. Josh’s seat is empty. He didn’t even show up to collect his diploma. I can feel a wave of nausea building in my gut, but I keep myself together. I wish he’d had the chance to tell me what was going on before he left.
Asking his friends where he is means risking them making fun of me, but I chance it. Not one of them has heard from him since last night. I check my phone constantly for messages while I eat lunch at my favorite restaurant with my parents. Nothing comes in, and I decide this is too strange. Even bad boy Josh wouldn’t just disappear. I make the decision to reach out to him. He’ll have to understand why I’m worried.
When we get home, I try to call him. His cell goes straight to voicemail. I decide to leave a message and hope for the best. He never calls back. I look at my phone every few minutes for days until I finally get pissed. I send him three text messages over the course of a week. The last one is just me begging him to tell me if he’s okay. I don’t even care if he never wants to see me again. I just want to know that he’s alright, but he can’t even manage that. I consider trying to call one of his friends. I think Stacey has a couple of their cell numbers, but why bother.
He was just using me to get off before he left. Everything he said that night was a lie, and I’m an idiot. I fell for his stupid crap completely. It will never happen again. Not only is Josh out, but I doubt I’ll ever let another man get to me the way he did either. I can’t believe how much this hurts, and I could have avoided it by trusting my gut and telling him to get lost.
I’m going to college in the fall, and Zoe Miller is going to focus all of her attention on school. I swear that I’ll never give him another thought. I won’t let him take up one more second of my time. I won’t even dream about him.
Except I do. Every damn night. I don’t think any man will ever make me feel the way Josh Allen did again.
Chapter 4
Josh
Eight Years Later
Things are good for me. I’m still in my first year of practicing law, but I own my firm, and I make the rules. That’s the way I like it. Whenever I’m in charge, the world works exactly the way I want it to work. I’ve got cars, money, and all the women I could ever want.
Annabel, my secretary, walks into my office to let me know the new hire is here to meet me. She looks sexy in her short black skirt with her blouse unbuttoned one button too low. I call her over to my desk and run my hand over her backside while she adjusts my tie. When she walks away, I smack her bottom hard. Annabel likes a good spanking before sex, and I know that from personal experience.
I don’t like to meet the new hires in my office. It’s better to make the introductions on neutral ground, since I probably don’t look like what they’re expecting. You can’t see any of my tattoos when I’m dressed for work, but my tan skin and beard make me look like a biker dressed up as a business man. Which I guess is accurate. I love to ride, and I like my beard. Anybody who thinks it’s inappropriate can shove it up their ass.
The conference room is down the ha
ll from my office, so I make my way there since I’m already ten minutes late. People wait for me. That’s just how it is.
When I walk into the room, the new hire is standing at the window looking out. She looks sexy as hell from the back, and I decide to give whoever hired her a raise. Her ass makes me want to take a bite, and she’s got legs for days. I start to imagine those legs wrapped around my waist, but when she turns around, I feel the color drain from my face.
If I had bothered to look at any of her paperwork before this meeting, I would have known the new hire is Zoe Miller. Memories of the last night I saw her come flooding back into my mind, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. I’m at a loss, and that never happens to me. Well, not anymore. I won’t let it happen this time either.
“Hey Patty Prude. Well, I guess you’re not all that much of a prude, now are you.” I say and wink at her.
I see her shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and I suspect she’s having the same reaction to seeing me. I close the distance between us and lean in to whisper in her ear. God damn she smells good, but I have to keep it together.
“Hey gorgeous. I can tell you still want me by the way you’re rubbing those gorgeous thighs together. I wouldn’t mind a chance at getting between them again.” I say and take a step back so I can fully enjoy the blush spreading across her cheeks.
She wants me bad, so I do the only thing I can. I turn around and leave the room without another word.
Chapter 5
Zoe
This job is going to be a total nightmare. I was so nervous about seeing him again. I changed my outfit ten times, and stopped at the salon this morning to have my hair professionally done. I knew I shouldn’t have taken a job at his firm, but one of his partners recruited me out of law school and the money was too good to turn down.
I was terrified that if I turned them down, they’d black list me. No other firm would want to touch me if Allen and Associates put out the word that I’m un-hirable. I worked too hard in college and in law school to start my career out that way.
I felt like I had to take the job, and now I feel trapped. If Josh was a bad boy in high school, he is an even badder boy now. Fuck. I want him so bad. Why do I have to want him so badly? If he didn’t get to me the way he does, I could walk away. I could just move to another city and find a job there. Part of me can’t wait to have him torment me again, and part of me wants to cry. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson.
He was my first kiss, and he was almost my first time. The feelings I had for him were so much more intense than I ever thought they would be. Sadly, I’m still a virgin. When I was an undergraduate, I was so traumatized by Josh’s disappearance that I refused to even go on dates with guys. I had to work full time when I was in law school to pay the outrageous tuition, and I never had time to date. I spent my days at school, my evenings working, and I squeezed studying in anywhere I could find a few spare minutes.
Eventually, I started to take comfort in having my life in order. I relished the control and focus I used to get me through my degrees. There was no way I was going to let a man come along and mess with my head again.
It’s my first day at Allen and Associates, and I’m getting my office set up and collaborating with my new secretary on her duties. While she’s getting her computer set up, Josh buzzes her to schedule a meeting with me. She looks confused when she comes into my office to tell me that Josh Allen just phoned her to schedule an appointment with me that starts in five minutes.
“You’ll have to get used to that. Just do what he asks and don’t worry about it. Okay?” I say and offer a weak smile.
“Alright, Zoe. I just wasn’t sure what was going on.” Clare offers back.
“It’s okay, I don’t know either. I think it’s best if we just assume he’s quirky and go with that.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Clare says and turns to leave.
“One more thing, Clare.”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t ever call me Ma’am again. Zoe is fine.” I say and laugh.
She relaxes a bit and goes back to her desk. I mumble a few obscenities under my breath once she’s gone. I can’t believe that pompous ass called my secretary to schedule a meeting with me for five minutes from now. Make that three minutes from now. He’s screwing with me. I’m pissed, but I can’t get to his office fast enough.
I walk quickly to his office feeling an exhausting mixture of anticipation and outright dread. I breeze past his secretary, Annabel, and burst through his office door. I’m about to lay into him when he grabs me. Josh pushes me against the wall and runs his nose up the side of my neck. My skin prickles as his breath caresses me, and arousal floods my entire body.
“You like this don’t you.” He says and brushes his palm against my hardened nipple. “I can feel it.”
All I can do is moan. I want to beg him to take me right now, but my pride helps me resists. It doesn’t stop me from thrusting my chest forward in response to his touch, though. I’m about to speak, but he cuts me off.
“Oh, would you look at the time. I’ve got another meeting. You should try to be on time for our next appointment.” He says and walks out of his office leaving me panting and desperate for him.
He does this every day, and I let him. Each time I hope that he’ll lose control and take me, or that I’ll finally find the strength tell him off. Tell him off or get him off. I don’t even know what I want anymore.
Friday I don’t wait for his call. I march down to his office and let myself in ten minutes before our usual “appointment”. He looks up from the notes he’s writing and smiles at me.
“Good girl. That took less than a week. You’re going to be trainable after all.” He says and stands up.
“You are insufferable.” I practically yell at him.
“I don’t think you’re suffering at all. You’re making big money right out of school, you’ve got your office and secretary, you’re still absolutely beautiful, and you’re getting a little action from one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.”
“I hate you, Josh Allen. And, I want you to leave me alone.” I say and feel the hot flush spreading across my face.
Before I can take a breath, he’s on me. Josh backs me into the wall of his office, and one of his hands goes to the wall next to my head while the other reaches out and locks his office door. He’s got me pinned, and the hand that locked the door slides up my thigh and under my skirt. His fingers caress me roughly, and a delighted smile lights up his normally hard face.
“No panties, huh? Did you not wear any today, or did you take them off before you came in here? I guess I’ll have to retire the Patty Prude nickname once and for all. So tell me, Zoe, did you do it for me?”
“I guess you’ll never know.” I say flatly and when he kisses me, I bite his bottom lip hard.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that little act of disobedience. Now hold still, or so help me god, I’ll never touch you again.” He says as two of his fingers slip between my lips and make contact with my sensitive nub.
My knees almost give out on me at his touch. His skin is a little rougher, but it takes me right back to the night at the party. I get dizzy with pleasure as he rubs me softly. The pressure is too light to take me over the edge, and it’s driving me insane.
“Beg me.” He demands.
“Never.” I defiantly lock eyes with him.
His fingers slip inside me, and he freezes when he finds my virginity still intact. Josh’s eyes are wide, and for a moment, he looks like the boy I almost fell in love with again. Then, the cocky, arrogant demeanor takes over once more.
“Beg me, and maybe I’ll relieve you of your little issue.” His tone makes me want to punch him and walk out.
“You’ll never make me…” I almost get the words out before his fingers find my center again.
“What’s that, baby?” He says and rubs me just a little harder.
“No. no.” I try to hold on, but it’s no use. �
�Please, please let me finish.” I pant the words out.
I don’t have any time to feel ashamed for losing control. He drops to his knees and pushes my skirt up over my hips. He licks me a few times until I’m almost ready to go over the edge, I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name when he wraps his lips around my throbbing nub and starts to suck. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and I grind myself against his face. His beard tickles my sensitive skin, and I lose it a second time before he lets me go.
Josh stands up and strokes his beard. “Mmm. You still taste like sweet strawberries, Zoe. You soaked my beard with your honey. You know what that means don’t you?”
