“Oh, I do,” Clint said. He said it with such certainty that Rebecca could not help but believe him. Most men she talked to, especially the man-boys at college, never said anything with that certainty. It was a certainty, Rebecca thought, that only came with money and age. “You didn’t want me to let go of your leg back in the lodge, either. You would’ve fucked me right there.” He didn’t say it in a perverted way, only in that steady, calm voice that never wavered.
They had walked into a natural clearing around which the trees revolved. A natural bench rock formation sat to one side, overlooking a small dead-leaf bed. Rebecca looked around them, searching for signs of life, but she did not find any. All she saw was the surrounding forest, and all she heard were the chirps of birds and the myriad insect noises. She turned again, and then jumped backward. Clint was standing inches from her.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she snapped.
He smiled and then shrugged. “I’m sorry,” he said, but his tone of voice told her that no part of him was sorry. He stepped forward, and this time Rebecca did not move away from him. Who was she kidding? She wanted to be close to him. She wanted to feel him next to her. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, and reached forward.
Rebecca let out a small moan when his hand touched her breast, cupping it through the shirt. The fabric pressed into her, tingling her nipples, and she had to bite her lip to stop from moaning out even louder. He looked at her with hard eyes, as a predator will look at its prey. No, she thought. That’s not right. He's looking at me like a hunter looks at his prey.The look would’ve frightened other women, but it did not frighten Rebecca. She savored the look, basked in it. His hand moved from her breast down her belly to her shorts. With a lurch, he grabbed her groin, pressing his palm through the fabric of her shorts and into her underwear.
“Do you want to come?” he said. He could’ve said: What’s the weather going to be like today. His voice was so casual, like nothing strange at all was happening.
It relaxed Rebecca, made her heart not beat so frantically, made it so that she could think. “Come?” she said, tasting the word. “Are you going to make you come?” She could hardly think. Everything was hot; everything was burning. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his hand pressing against her clit. She had never felt pleasure like this. She had never felt anybody touched her clit apart from herself.
“Yes,” he said. “Come. Do you want to?”
Did she want to! It was like asking a storm cloud if it wanted to rain!
But for some reason, the words would not leave her lips. She closed her eyes even tighter, and saw only the red impression of the sunlight on her irises. For a moment, she felt as though she were at the beach, on her back, closed eyes raised to the sunlight. But for the pleasure that tingled her pussy, she could have been. She reached down and grabbed his wrist. Opening her eyes, she saw that his gaze was fixed on her legs.
She took a deep breath. This would be hard to say, but she had to say it. He had to know. She couldn’t just let it slide by. She let out the breath. “I’m a virgin,” she said. “I’ve never . . . you know.”
He tilted his head at her in that wolf-like way. “Virgin?” he said, not taking his hand away from her pussy. Instead, he clamped his grip harder, pressing his hand so hard on her clit that a burst of fire-heat seared through her body. “That doesn’t bother me.”
“Really?” she moaned, the heat building in her pussy. “It doesn’t?”
“It doesn’t. Now, pull your shorts down.”
She had imagined this hundreds of times, but in her imaginings, she had not been shaking with nerves. She pulled her shorts down slowly, tentatively, constantly searching the woods to see if anybody was going to interrupt them, but nobody was here. It was just them. For all Rebecca knew, the rest of the world could have exploded, and only she and Clint had survived. Right now, she didn’t think she’d care all that much. Somehow, her shorts were around her ankles. Clint reached forward and grabbed her underwear. Instead of sliding them down, he gave them a short sharp yank, and they snapped instantly. She let out a gasp, but it was a gasp of pleasure as much of shock. This was a man who knew what he wanted, and knew how to take it.
“What are you going to do?” she said, her voice sounding weak and timid to her ears.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said calmly.
He grabbed her sides and lifted her off her feet like she weighed nothing. His hands pressed into her skin, hot and powerful, as he carried her to the rock-bench. He placed her on it, and then fell to his knees before her. Her pussy was screaming at her now. She couldn’t remember a time her pussy had been so alive to the possibility of pleasure. She opened her legs wider, and waited for him. He grabbed her thighs, and then moved his face toward her pussy. His beard tickled her legs; tickled her clit. His tongue was wet, soft—
She fell into oblivion as he licked her. Everything had primed her for an orgasm, and the orgasm came violently and instantly. “Fuck, fuck!” she panted, grabbing his head and pushing him further into her pussy. “Fuck, Clint, fuck!”
Is this really happening? Fuck, is this really happening?
The thought entered her mind—and then left instantly. The orgasm intensified, and she couldn’t think a single thought. All she knew was the pleasure that touched every part of her, the pleasure that moved through her, that caused everything to tingle uncontrollably. “Yes, yes, yes!”
When she had come, he stood up, and pulled down his shorts. His cock was huge. She didn’t have much frame of reference, but it was huge, at least ten inches, and thick. She couldn’t believe that every man’s cock was so big.
“Touch it,” he said, and his voice left no room for argument. “Touch it now.”
Rebecca reached for his huge cock, knowing that by the end of the day she would no longer be a virgin.
*****
She was right. When she and Clint walked back through the woods, she was no longer a virgin. She kept looking over to the man who walked beside her, butterflies fluttering in her belly. She had never thought that her dreams would come true, but they had, and they had been every bit as amazing as they had been in her mind. He had been gentle at first, pushing his huge cock into her slowly. The pain had been sharp. She had cried out. He had pushed slower, gentler. But then the pain had been pushed aside for an intense, hot pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to grow the longer they had sex. When she was more into it, he fucked her harder. She’d reached up and grabbed his muscular shoulders, lifted her legs, and bounced up and down on his cock, feeling the leaves on her back.
And now we’re walking back like nothing has happened, she thought. Now we’re walking back like this is the most normal thing in the world. Now we’re walking back like this isn’t strange in the slightest. She laughed ruefully.
“Something funny?” Clint said, as they stepped back over the fallen log.
It seemed like an age had passed since they stepped over it to walk into the woods. Now they were stepping over it to walk out of the woods, and Rebecca was a changed woman. She didn’t feel like the same little virgin she’d been on the way in. That’s because you’re not, a voice whispered. That’s because you’re completely changed, and you’ll never be the same. That’s because you’re a different woman. That’s because you’ll never be the same!
Rebecca smiled at the man who had taken her virginity. She had heard awful stories about women losing their virginity, but this was nothing like that. Yes, there had been pain, but the pain had been brief, and afterwards it was replaced with a deep, penetrating pleasure. “No,” she said. “I’m just . . . relieved? No, that’s not the word.”
“Content,” Clint said. “That’s how I feel. I want to take you upstairs when we get back to the lodge and fall asleep with you in my arms. But obviously, we can’t do that.”
“Obviously,” Rebecca laughed. She laughed, but there was fear behind the laughter. In a few minutes, she would have to face Dad. Surely h
e would know that something had happened? Surely he would know that something was wrong? Surely he would sense something? “Stop a sec,” Rebecca said. She stopped walking just shy of where the trees met the grass and the lake.
“Yeah?” Clint said, joining her.
“What’s our story? You know, why are we out here?”
“Oh.” He shrugged. “Right. Okay. You wanted to go for a walk, but you thought you heard a . . . bear?” He laughed. “No, that makes no sense. I bet you’ve walked these woods more times than you can count.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Rebecca said, smiling despite herself. “I don’t know if you’re taking this completely seriously.”
“Of course I am!” Clint laughed. “I’m not a child, you know.” He nudged her playfully. “Here’s the most obvious one. These woods are quite small, right? So we both left at different times, and happened to run into each other. It would have been rude not to walk back together, seeing as we were both heading that way anyway. How’s that?”
“Good.” Rebecca nodded. “Yeah, okay, that could work. Let’s go. I want to get this over with.”
They made their way back to the lodge, Rebecca sure that one of the men or women or children playing in the lake or relaxing beside it would turn and point at them. “They just fucked in the woods!” they’d scream. “They did! They did! I saw them! They fucked in the woods! Ooh, that’s gross! I know!” But nobody said anything, and in about two minutes they were walking through the door into the hallway.
Dad walked from the living room into the hallway. “Where have you two been?” he said.
Suddenly, Rebecca’s mind went completely back. The clever excuse they’d worked out only a few minutes ago seemed to disappear from her mind. She floundered, looking for an excuse, searching for something to say. “Uh . . .” The need to say something was desperate. She opened her mouth, but still nothing came out. “Uh . . .” Damn it, say something! Anything! “Bear!” she cried.
Dad tilted his head. “What?”
Rebecca felt her cheeks glow red. “I thought I heard a bear in the woods, but I wanted to go for a walk. So I asked Clint—Mr. Clint—Mr. Hunter to join me.”
Dad held her gaze for a moment. She thought everything could collapse then and there, that he would see through the pathetic lie and laugh her out of the lodge, that he would know that she was bullshitting. His face reddened, and she prepared herself for a tongue-lashing the likes of which she had never seen before. Then he blew air from his cheeks and let out a laugh. “A bear!” he guffawed. “A bear at Lake Sapphire! What next, goblins!”
Rebecca walked past the guffawing man and paced up the stairs. She ran to her room, closed the door behind her, and slid to the floor. Well, she thought, smiling at her own stupidity. I certainly fucked that up.
But she would get over the embarrassment. Even as she could still hear Dad laughing his head off, she was glad that he had bought the lie. The alternative was too scary to think about. The idea of Dad knowing what she and Clint had done sent ice-cold chills down her spine.
*****
The following day, Clint and Dad has to work all morning. If Rebecca thought this would give her respite from her obsession with Clint, she was wrong. She woke that morning with the day completely her own. She didn’t have anything to do but enjoy the day how she wanted to. But she wished time and time again that Clint would finish work and contrive some reason to be with her. Last night she’d dreamt about him nonstop. She’d woken, sweating, body tingling, and finally fallen asleep again . . . only to dream about him once more. The dream was so lifelike that she almost came when she awoke the second time, sunlight seeping into her window.
She walked around the lodge, pretending to look for something, but really just wanting to eavesdrop on the men in the living room. Walking along the corridor adjacent to the living room, she stopped and listened. Almost instantly, she was bored. Rebecca was a student of literature and not all that interested in business talk. She yawned, and decided to spend the morning beside the lake. She grabbed a book and went to the lake, where she could relax and not have to think too much about the thoughts that went around and around in her head.
It seemed like she had only just opened the book, however, when somebody sat beside her. She turned her gaze, and immediately all thoughts of the book vanished from her mind. Clint smiled at her and raised his eyebrows. “Want to go for a walk?”
“Where’s Dad?” she asked.
“In town again,” he laughed. “I think there’s a woman there he has a crush on.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, does it? It gives us time to be alone.”
She knew that older men sometimes used younger women like her. She knew that this billionaire hunk could discard her anytime she wanted. Did that make her want his less? Hell, no. If anything, it made her want him more. It was a messed up way to feel, maybe, but it was the way she felt. She couldn’t help it. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nothing special, but she still found her eyes fixating on his muscles, on the power of his body.
“Let’s go for that walk,” she said, almost breathless with anticipation.
The grass, the trees, the underbrush—all of it seemed to move around them. And then, without truly knowing how she got there, she and Clint were once more in the secret clearing. She turned to him, and felt her body spark with life, from her lips to her clit, all it connected on the same electric network, all sparking from the same source, all surging with anticipated pleasure.
He smiled at her. “I want you to do something for me,” he said.
“What?” she replied, a thousand possibilities whooshing through her mind.
He walked forward a few steps, but still he did not touch her. “I want you to bend over, pull down your shorts, and touch yourself.”
Rebecca swallowed. She had never done anything like that. She instantly thought about making a fool of herself, about humiliating herself in front of this man who she wanted so badly. “Is that really what you want?” she asked.
He nodded. “Do what I tell you,” he said. I’m in charge, now. Do you understand?”
A flutter moved over her body when he spoke to her like that. It went further to prove that he was no like other men. If another man had spoken to her like that, she would’ve slapped him, or at least she would have thrown her drink in his face. But when Clint spoke to her like that, she wanted to obey him, she wanted to please him. Shaking with pleasure at being commanded, she turned away from him and bent over slowly. She fumbled at her shorts, and then pulled them down to her knees, and then further to her ankles.
Her pussy was bare to the open air. She felt exposed, but not in a bad way. She could feel his eyes on her ass cheeks. “You’re going to say what I tell you to say,” he said. “But first, rub your clit.”
She reached past her belly, between her legs, and touched her bare clit. She had rubbed her clit so many times thinking about this man. It seemed appropriate to rub it in presence. At first, she only rubbed it because he commanded her to. But then she began to enjoy it. Pleasure emanated from her fingers and tickled her pussy, hot pleasure. It wasn’t as intense as his cock, but his eyes on her made it more intense than when she was on her own.
“Tell me how much of a slut you are,” he said.
“I’m your fucking slut,” she moaned, surprised to hear herself say it, but unable to stop. He had told her, and so she had to do it. “I’m a dirty fucking slut for you. I’m your little slut who’ll do anything you tell me to.” She rubbed her clit harder, faster. The heat increased; everything increased.
“You’re my tight little pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she moaned.
He’d stepped behind her and pressed the tip of his hard cock against her clit. She felt for the cock and grabbed it. Rubbing it up and down, she felt it go even harder in her hand. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed his cock firmer against her clit. “Beg me to fuck you,” he said.
As if I need to be told twice!
> “Fuck me, Clint,” she moaned. “Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me. Clint, fuck me.”
Her pussy was soaking wet. He slid into her easily.
*****
It was supposed to be a short fling!
Rebecca had lost count of the number of times she’d had that thought. The first time she’d thought it was the weekend after Lake Sapphire, when she’d received an email from Clint asking if he could visit her apartment that night. She’d replied yes without giving it much thought at all. Of course, he could visit; he was Clint. He was a muscular, older billionaire. She was never going to turn him down. It simply wasn’t going to happen. He visited her for the next three weekends, and each weekend it was like a bubble grew around her small one-bedroom apartment, and the outside world ceased to exist. All they did was talk, fuck, read, talk, and fuck some more. Their lives for those shorts times were like adventures.
Another month passed, and summer began to turn to autumn, and still they fucked, and laughed, and read together . . . and then Rebecca realized that she hadn’t had a period in over a month.
It was supposed to be a short fling!she thought as she walked down the aisle of the pharmacy. She stopped when she came to what she wanted. The number and variety of pregnancy tests was staggering. There were tests with smiley faces on tests with thumbs-up and tests with crosses and circles and tests with sheep on. Rebecca had to do a double-take on that one. Yes, that is literally a sheep!she thought in disbelief. A sheep!
She grabbed four different tests and ignored the judgmental stare of the old woman behind the counter. A part of her mind predictably started to regret her time with Clint, started to go over and over why the hell she would do something like that. It was a small part, however, nowhere near as large as she thought it should be. She should have hated every single atom of his body for doing this to her, but she didn’t. She couldn’t look back on the past few weeks without the feeling of warmth returning to her chest, without the warmth returning to her belly. Yes, it had resulted in this, but if she could go back, would she stop it?
Sucker for the Boss Page 81
