by Kiera Silver
Chapter Four
Patrick’s email program dinged to let him know he had a new message. He ignored it for a few minutes as he finished up the paperwork he was on focused on, allowing a rueful smile to touch his lips. Even though they didn’t pay taxes, his business still required inventory and calculating expenses. It was amazing, and more than a little amusing, to realize just how much he had in common with a legitimate entrepreneur.
Finally, he turned his attention to his email, sorting through the five new messages. Four of them were easily dealt with, but the fifth was a puzzle. The subject read: “You’ll find this interesting.” He didn’t recognize the name of the sender, and when he clicked on it, it took a moment for his eyes to comprehend what the body of the email was telling him.
A cursory look led him to believe it was simply junk mail that had escaped the spam filter, but as he scrolled back to the top, more of the email caught his eye. It was from some site called BeHerFirst.com, and he scowled when he realized it was an online auction place for virgins to sell their virginity to the highest bidder.
With a snort of disgust, he started to click the delete icon, but his fingers froze as a particular face among the seven pictures jumped out at him. “No way.” His hand shook slightly as he moved the mouse to click on the familiar face. His browser opened a second later directly on the girl’s profile. His girl’s profile.
Lauren stared back at him with a sweet expression, but with a sultry look in her eyes. According to her profile, she was twenty-two and tired of being a virgin. She wanted to use her assets to start a new life, and then she listed her favorite traits about a man. Underneath the box listing her preferred traits, the site had a disclaimer that bidders did not have to meet any of those requirements.
Anger fizzed in his stomach like a freshly opened soda, and he clenched his hand tightly around the mouse, only forcing himself to stop when the plastic started to yield. “Sonofabitch.”
With another curse, he pushed away from his desk and out of the leather chair, striding across the hardwood floor as he made his way to her room. She would likely be there, since it was almost eleven p.m. She’d better be there alone. And that email had better be a colossal fucking joke.
He pounded on her door before stepping inside, not waiting for permission to enter. She was just coming out of the bathroom, and he stumbled to a halt when he saw the thin robe clinging to her damp curves. He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, trying to rein in his raging heart rate and ragged exhalations. He felt like a stampeding bull as he stared at the innocent woman before him.
Innocent? He snorted softly. Physically, she might be, but emotionally, she was a forty-year-old seductress with years of experience behind her. Years of manipulating men.
She tied the sash of her robe as she looked at him through the veil of her eyelashes. “What are you doing in here?”
“Are you really planning to sell your virginity to some dirty old bastard?”
She didn’t even blink or have the grace to look embarrassed at being caught. “Yes. How did you find out?”
His lips tightened, and he scowled at her. “Someone sent me an email. It had your face on it, along with six other naïve idiots. What has gotten in to you, Lauren?”
“Nothing yet,” she retorted softly. “But that’ll change by next weekend, when the bidding closes. The owner claims some of the girls go for a million bucks, but I’m not expecting anywhere near that.”
He shook his head, staring at her with uncomprehending eyes. “Why are you doing this? If you need money, I’ll give you money.”
Her eyes were frosty as she stared at him, her expression otherwise neutral. “You don’t owe me anything, and I’m not going to rely on you for everything. I want to get rid of my virginity, I don’t care who takes it, and so I might as well make some money from it. I’m going to be moving out soon, maybe even moving on, and I’ll need money to get started.”
He balled his hands into fists at the idea of her leaving him, even though he had tried to orchestrate just that scenario last week with the impromptu internship in London. “I won’t let you do this.”
Lauren scoffed at him as she strolled closer to her bed, turning her back on him. “Just how do you think you’re going to stop me, Patrick? It’s my virginity, and I’ll sell it if I want to.”
He literally saw a red as he stomped across the room toward her. All the admonishments in the world couldn’t make him rein in the impulse when he stepped behind her, grasping her upper arms in his hands. “I can stop you quite easily.”
“Yeah, how?” The words were a challenge, but he didn’t miss the breathless excitement underneath them.
“If you have no product to sell, you can’t go through with this nonsense.” As he spoke, one of his hands gentled on her arm, sliding down a few inches and to the left to cup her breast. She was a little more than a handful, with a responsive nipple that beaded at the lightest flick of his thumb across it. “If you’re so anxious to get rid of your virginity, you can give it to me.”
As she sank into him with a groan, his erection pressing into her lower back, he knew he had lost. On one level, he was aware this was what she had wanted, that she had driven him to this. On another level, he just didn’t give a damn. He wanted her, and there was no way he was going to let someone else have what was his.
She rubbed against him like a cat, arching her buttocks backward to rub against his upper thigh. Impatient with the silk separating them, he released his hold on her arm to move to the lapel of the garment, pulling it open more roughly than he’d intended. It pooled around her waist, though the silk clung tenaciously to a couple of damp spots on her body. With her breasts bared to him, he couldn’t resist the allure of holding them in his hands.
He cupped their pleasing weight, circling his thumbs around the crinkled nipples. His cock nestled against her lower back, throbbing in time with her heartbeat, which was easily detectable under his fingertips.
“You said you didn’t want me.”
“No. What I said was I wasn’t going to have you, but it looks like I lied.” The voice of conscience in the back of his mind was whispering to him why this was a terrible idea, but he pushed it aside. He’d tried to do the right thing, and she had pushed him. He’d warned her she would regret this, but he couldn’t make himself regret it as it was happening. Someday, she would likely look at him with hate instead of passion in her gaze, but he would deal with that when it happened. Right now, he had to have her, had to make sure she wasn’t going to throw herself away on someone who wouldn’t appreciate her.
He spun her in his arms, making her gasp at the speed. She tripped and plastered herself against his chest. Patrick cupped her buttocks to lift her and bring her closer. She was completely naked under the robe, which had fallen to the floor in the process of turning her around, baring her sweet pussy completely to his cock as he thrust against her. His pants were an intolerable barrier, but he didn’t want to put her down. It felt good holding her, and not just because of where she nestled against him. “Are you really going through with it?”
“Of course.” She said it blithely, but he didn’t believe her.
“You’re a liar. And a manipulator. You sent me that fucking email, didn’t you?”
She lifted her shoulder, clearly unrepentant. “I thought you might want to make a preliminary bid.”
With a growl of anger, mixed with intense lust, he strode to her bed and dropped her on it a little less than gently. She landed and bounced, but giggled as she stared up at him.
She was so gorgeous and amazing spread out before him. The dusky pink coverlet highlighted the creamy perfection of her skin, and she was like a goddess. Or an all-you-can-eat buffet, and he was a starving man.
Patrick removed his jacket and shirt as quickly as possible, refusing to allow his hands to shake. He was nervous. Unbelievable. He hadn’t been nervous since the first few times he’d had sex as a young man. Something about her reduc
ed him to this state. That didn’t mean he was going to surrender to it or allow it to affect his performance. He was only going to get one shot at this, and he was going to make it great for both of them.
She was leaning back, supporting herself on her elbows, with her legs spread open.
As he bent down to shuck off his shoes and socks before tackling his belt and trousers, he got a good look at her creamy slit. Her labia was tight and puffed, allowing only the shyest hint of her clit to show through. His mouth watered at the thought of peeling back her folds to reveal that sweet little bud before he took it into his mouth and ravished it.
Finally, he was blessedly free of the damned clothes that had constricted him, seeming to resist his every attempt to remove them. Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like a lifetime that he had stood there staring at temptation, but not able to reach for it just yet.
That was the story of his relationship with the beautiful young woman before him. He had met her several times over the years, and it hadn’t been the first night they’d spoken when he went to tell Lauren her father was dead that he’d realized she was a woman.
That had taken a few days, not occurring until after she had moved in to his house, walking around like a pale, silent ghost. It was only when he would offer a slight hug or brush his hand against hers that she seemed to find any life again. Alarm bells rang in his brain, but he’d ignored them. Until one night, when he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
She’d sought him out in his study, long past midnight, and she had been unable to sleep. Without thought, Patrick had opened his arms to her, and she’d settled on his lap for a long hug as she talked about her father. Patrick had been uncomfortably aware of her proximity within a few moments of her sitting on him. His cock had started to harden, but somehow he’d forced away his inappropriate response to the young woman who wasn’t quite eighteen.
Focusing on the look of pleading on his friend’s face right before he’d pulled the trigger had kept his raging hard-on in check. The same friend who had been this girl’s only family in the world, who had been a devoted and loving father, even if he had been a sly, betraying bastard to his other family. Yeah, guilt was amazing for keeping a dick soft.
It wasn’t working this time though. His dick was hard and full, jutting upward as though stretching to reach her.
He stalked toward the bed, enjoying the slight flash of fear crossing her face as she seemed to realize she was finally getting what she’d wanted. Did she have second thoughts? If so, too fucking bad. She was his now. Maybe only for tonight. Maybe? Certainly only for tonight, which gave him all the more incentive to make it an unforgettable night for both of them.
“You look awfully good lying there, honey. Lay back and part those sweet little thighs farther for me. I want to spend the next hour or so snacking on that sweet little pussy before ever putting my cock in it.”
She moaned at his words, instantly complying with his commands. She spread her thighs so wide that her puffed labia naturally parted more, allowing him to see the fully swollen clitoris beckoning him. He settled between her thighs, taking a moment to get comfortable, because he planned to stay a while. Patrick slipped his hands under her buttocks to lift her closer to him, and he spent a minute inhaling her aroma. Fresh from the shower, she smelled predominantly of citrus and vanilla, but her own unique scent underlay at all, making his mouth water.
He looked at the pink perfection before him, gaze drawn to the steady release of her arousal dripping from her. He couldn’t rein in the impulse any longer, and he bent his head to follow the stream trickling down her lips. She gasped when he licked the spot, swirling his tongue around all of the exterior before he allowed the appendage to plunge inside her.
She squealed and arched off the bed, necessitating his hold on her to tighten. He clamped his hands on her hips instead of her ass, pressing her to the bed. His weight followed, anchoring her downward, forcing her to stay put. He knew it would be even more torturous for her that way, but her orgasm would be insanely intense.
He denied himself the sweet siren call of her clit for the longest time, instead choosing to nibble and suck the outside of her lips, with an occasional plunge of his tongue deep inside her for more of her sweet nectar.
Her hand suddenly clenched in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt as she tried to shove his face more deeply inside her cunt. He chuckled against it, which made her shiver, before lifting his head. “I’m in control here, honey. Don’t try to set the pace.”
“Please, please, Patrick. Please just taste me, get me off, do something. But please stop teasing me.”
He laughed again before lowering his head. “You’ve been teasing me since the moment you got home, so I think it’s my turn now.”
“Sadistic asshole,” she accused just before she moaned when he dipped his tongue into her again, stabbing lightly at the area between her opening and her clit with the very tip, teasing her without allowing her enough sensation to find release.
Her hands tightened in his hair again, trying to force him closer now, and he frowned. With a sigh of reluctance, he released her and pulled back.
She looked up at him with surprise, her worry evident. “Are you leaving?”
He shook his head as he got up off the bed and went to where her robe had fallen on the floor. The silk sash was easy to retrieve from it, and he returned to the bed. “Hold on to the headboard.”
She eyed the silk uncertainly before frowning up at him. “You want to tie me up? I don’t think so.”
He shook his head. “No, I am going to tie you up. Those hands of yours are too busy, and I need them out of the way for now. Grab the headboard so I can tie you.”
She bit her lip, clearly indecisive. Her hands lifted and hovered for a moment before she finally grasped the bed frame with both. “You aren’t going to hurt me, are you?”
“Probably not. Maybe, if we’re both into it. But what I am going to do is show your body who it belongs to. You wanted this, and now is your last chance to back out. Have you changed your mind? Have you decided you don’t want me to take you?”
She shook her head “No, of course I want you.”
He nodded with satisfaction. “In that case, grab on to the bed frame.”
He couldn’t deny a dark thrill went through him as she reluctantly submitted, obviously hesitant to put herself in his mercy, at least to this extent. He supposed he should go easy on her, since it was her first time, but he’d been dreaming about this moment for four years, and there was no going easy. He wouldn’t hurt her, but he would do every damn thing he’d been dreaming of in the time he allowed himself to have her.
He wrapped the robe sash around her wrists and secured her to the bed tautly, with efficient motions. Shortly after he had begun, he was nestled between her thighs again, teasing her with short kisses and gentle licks that did little more than irritate her. She was a screaming, sobbing, writhing mess by the time he finally allowed himself to circle his tongue around her sweet clitoris.
The little bud spasmed and jumped under his tongue, and he latched on, sucking gently as her entire body quivered underneath him. He could feel the convulsions of pleasure shooting through her as she twitched and jerked below him, fighting her bonds as she shouted his name. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and he gave her just enough time to start to settle before he sucked hard on her clit again, giving her another orgasm.
Fresh juices spilled from her, and he lapped each one with appreciation. He’d never tasted anything so sweet in his life, he decided. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs, eating her out, and never get tired of this menu.
Unfortunately, his dick was demanding attention, so with a reluctant groan as she came for the fourth time, he moved his mouth higher up her, running his tongue across her abdomen and over her ribcage as his body moved upward too. He paused to leisurely suckle her nipples, enjoying the way she arched and moaned with a combination of pleasure an
d pain as he scraped his teeth up the sides of one tender bud. He repeated the motion on the other, and she made that same noise. It was a sound that would stay with him forever.
When he reached her mouth, he claimed her for a deep kiss, wanting to imprint his lips on hers. He kissed her so hard and deep that he half-believed she would still feel his lips on hers five years from now.
His erection was flush with her sweet little pussy now, and he dared let the head slip inside her opening, thrusting shallowly to prolong his pleasure and pain, because it hurt to be so close to her, to be near the heart of her and ready to thrust into her core, but not doing it just yet.
The curve of her neck beckoned, and he bent his head to nip and suck there, making her moan as she arched her hips against his. His resolve crumbled, and he was no longer able to hold out. With a small groan, Patrick brought a hand between their bodies to ensure he had her in the proper position as he guided his cock inside her, giving her a scant inch at a time.
Her body resisted briefly, but there was no tear or sudden pain, at least not one she betrayed with even the flicker of an eyelash or a gasp. She didn’t make a sound at all until he had slipped deeply inside her, almost losing it by the way her tight pussy clenched around him. He’d never felt anything so good in his life. “I could fucking die right now and be happy.”
She let out a stifled laugh, and it turned to a moan as he withdrew before plunging back into her, careful to align the head of his cock with her g-spot so he was rubbing her as he moved in and out. “Please don’t. Stay with me.”
There seemed to be more to her words than just a sexual invitation, but he refused to allow himself to read more into it. This was a terrible idea, perhaps the worst thing he’d ever done, but he couldn’t resist her. That didn’t mean he was going to do this anymore. One night only. That was what he promised himself as he thrust in and out of her, her hips matching his pace easily as her wet folds accepted all of him. They grunted together as they moved in concert, straining for release.
