by Ella Brooke
“That’s the best kind. I’ve always liked to give women what they need. To let a virgin know exactly what she’s been missing is an honor, Selena.”
I swallowed, thinking over Kevin; how he’d treated my desire to take things slow like a curse. When he’d figured out I’d been that inexperienced, he’d spent a week or two making pointed jokes at my expense. I think he’d hoped that if he did, then he’d be able to humiliate me into wanting to have sex. As if I’d beg for it in order to make the harassment and snide comments stop. But I’d wanted my first time to be special.
Brandon licked his lips and then claimed my mouth with his own, his tongue probing deeply, twisting and tangling with mine in a way that made me teem with wetness. My clit was pulsing; a riot of sensations coming from my sensitive nerves. I needed him. Needed so much more.
“Please.”
He nodded, and I sat up just long enough for him to pull off my night shirt. He trailed kisses down my lips, my chin, and my neck. Brandon scraped his teeth delicately over the soft skin, all the way down to my collarbone, and the goosebumps rose across my body. I moaned and thrust my hips against his, my non-subtle cue for him to do more. The bastard was taking everything slowly and, suddenly, it was as if a dam had burst. I’d been the good girl for twenty-one years, and it was now the last thing I wanted to be.
Tammy’s feelings didn’t matter. My reputation in the work world didn’t matter. Even the years I’d waited for my first time weren’t a concern.
When my first time already felt this amazing, left me shuddering with pleasure and he hadn’t yet touched my pussy, then I couldn’t wait to feel the full effects of everything.
“Please,” I said.
He smirked after he pulled away from my neck. I thought that would be enough to nudge him toward my panties; toward the relief my aching clit demanded. It wasn’t. He wanted to make this last; draw every experience out. One hand wrapped around my left breast, kneading it with a dedication and skill I’d never felt before. Kevin had always pawed at it, fumbled like the boy he was. Brandon was experienced, knowledgeable in every single way to please a woman and it showed, from the way his thumb and forefinger skillfully teased my peaked nipple to the domineering grasp of his palm over my tit.
He licked his lips again. “I bet you taste divine.”
“You’re the one teasing it out,” I countered. “I want to feel your tongue wet and hot against my clit.”
“I live to serve, but, Selena, I don’t want to miss any delicious part of you.”
Brandon lunged forward, taking my right nipple into his mouth with determination and raw hunger. He sucked it, and fire erupted over my skin. My clit was throbbing so painfully that I felt like I’d detonate at any moment, the arousal and excitement welling in me, almost too much for any woman to bear. He switched tactics, flicking his forefinger fast over my left nipple while his tongue laved lovingly at my right. I arched my back, and the cotton sheet beneath me was cool, a contrast with the heat of desire surging in me. The hint of cinnamon and his own musky aroma hung thickly in the air and the sound of my own ragged breaths harsh in my ears. I felt like I was running a marathon, like every gulp of air was a precious gift. It was all because my heart was pounding wildly due to the heights of passion Brandon was taking me to.
“Never stop.” I gasped, feeling the flames sizzle across my skin, knowing I was close to the edge.
He pulled away and shook his head. “Not until I taste the sweetest nectar you have to offer me. Lift your hips.”
I obeyed the order, letting him slip the thin cotton covering—the soaked cotton covering—off my legs before settling back to the mattress. “Do whatever you want. I trust you.”
He picked up my feet by the ankles and ducked under them, letting my legs at the crook of my knees rest on his shoulders. Brandon didn’t waste any time, finally, blissfully, diving headfirst into my soaked, desperate pussy. His started by licking my labia, those tender lips, tasting me that way. I bucked my hips a little, aiming my body and hips toward him so he’d have the best angle to do whatever he wanted to me.
Whatever he could imagine.
I was so ready.
His tongue plunged into my core, tasting me from the inside out. I moaned at his ministrations; the effort that made me feel like I was a bomb ready to blow apart with the pent-up passion finally unfurling inside of me. He fucked me with his mouth for a long, languid moment. Then he moved his tongue from my channel, from my innermost core and moved instead to my swollen clit. The first lick sent sparks arching up from my belly, across every limb. Then he wrapped his lips around that nub of nerves and suckled. It was everything I needed. The harder he sucked, the more enthusiastically he brought my clit into his mouth, the more I responded. As Brandon suckled, he shoved three thick fingers deep inside of me, plumbing the darkest depths of my core. He worked harder and faster, harder and faster until everything was a blur to my eyes.
I came then, as if my body had exploded into a million little pieces, the ecstasy and the pleasure too much to bear.
My eyes opened, but I was alone.
My breath came in ragged gasps, and my heart still pounded ferociously against my sternum, but I was alone, and the room was completely dark. No sign of Brandon. The curtains were still drawn so tightly that no sliver of moonlight snuck into my room at all. Reaching down, my hand trailed over my sleep shirt. My panties were still on.
Jesus, what a dream.
I’d never had one that vivid before, or where I’d come like a damn freight train, or come at all for that matter.
I needed that.
Wanted desperately to have the real thing.
Blinking at my bedside clock, I frowned at the glowing blue numbers staring back at me. A little past three a.m. It was a bizarre time to send an email to human resources, but I didn’t want to wait another minute. Grabbing my cell, I blasted off a reply to the letter HR had sent me, a yes, and promised that I’d be in the office tomorrow to do all the paperwork. Considering I was exhausted from the most intense wet dream of my life and thoughts of Brandon from earlier, I hoped that I hadn’t sent off something full of typos. When Brandon Duncan entered the equation, I couldn’t even think straight.
Maybe I didn’t want to.
And that was the scariest and most thrilling part of it all.
Chapter Four
Brandon
I knew she’d be back.
There wasn’t a woman on Earth who’d turned me down yet. Granted, things had gone to hell with Melanie, my first wife, but she’d said yes in college eagerly to our first date. I had women with wet panties the moment I entered the room. Hell, sometimes I had them ready to drop them the moment I whispered in their ears. I liked it that way; craved it. So, when Selena came back to the publishing house the next day, I was far from shocked. But I also had a plan. I wanted to get to know her better. Yes, it was a dick move to date my daughter’s friend. Yes, I’d worked hard to rebuild my relationship with Tammy. At the same time, I hadn’t stopped thinking about Selena, about her tongue tangling with mine, in three days. Sometimes, I needed to explore things for myself.
Besides, it wouldn’t hurt Tammy if she never found out.
Yes, I knew I was a selfish bastard, but that had been my brand for over twenty years. Being a prick had gotten me this far in life, and it was bound to get me more of what I wanted in the future. Right now, what I desired was one Selena Cole, and I was going to have her too.
For the first day or so, I’d let her have space. Becky, one of Swagger’s top editors, was nominally her boss. However, I’d arranged for something special today. Even if she were an intern, serving a slot intended for coffee runs and other assistant work no one usually wanted, I’d pulled strings to get her a front row seat covering a Vera Wang dress show. It would be a great start to her bylines as a fashion writer but, of course, she’d have to be appropriately dressed for the part.
That was what my personal assistant, Gina, was supposed to be do
ing. I took the elevator down a few floors and snaked my way through Swagger’s offices until I came to the samples room. We received a lot of additional merchandise and test items in the hopes we’d be written up. Beside the samples’ area was a set of dressing rooms set aside for when one of the staff had to write an evaluation of a product and try it on for themselves first.
It wasn’t exactly filled with free giveaway items now. Oh no. I’d called in a personal favor from Vera and had a collection of her newest line sent over. If I was going to take Selena tonight to the show, then the intern needed to look the part. Besides, I knew how to get any woman to open up to me. She hadn’t come by my office or tried to speak to me since the interview. I knew I was worming myself into her good graces at least somewhat, or she never would have taken the job. But I still had to get through all those good girl defenses, and I intended to do that right now.
As I strode into the room, Gina glanced up at me. “Boss, what are you doing here? I thought you had work to do to prep for the Orbit merger.”
“Even I need a break sometimes, Gina.”
She frowned. “Since when?”
“Since I decided that life is too short, and I’ve been ignoring some of the needs of Swagger lately. Now, how’s Miss Cole doing trying on her outfits? Were they sufficient to her needs for the runway show tonight?”
“She’s trying them on now so yes, they seem to work,” Gina said, regarding me with a probing glance.
I straightened my shoulders and stood taller. “That’s good then. You can leave us now.”
She eyed the corner where the small cubicles were arranged like any fitting room store in a mall. “Do I want to know?”
“I pay you to be discreet so you can guess, but you never have to know.”
She snorted but headed to the door. “You’re right; it’s better if I don’t.”
“That plausible deniability is a wonderful thing,” I conceded.
When Gina was gone, I made my way over to the fitting space furthest to the right of the three set up. It was the only one with drawn curtains; ones that tended to move as Selena shifted behind them. I slid in behind the curtains. She was only in her underwear, a dark lace bra and panties set that already had my dick hard and blood rushing anywhere that wasn’t my brain. When I stepped through, she jumped back, pinning herself against the mirror.
“What are you doing in here, Mr. Duncan?”
I grinned; a slow, controlled gesture—the same look I gave CEOs in the boardroom before I bought out their companies. Before I owned them utterly.
“It’s Brandon. I think we don’t need to rely on formality between us, do we?”
Selena looked up at me, her hazel eyes sparking with fury. “Mr… Brandon, fine, whatever. You need to get out of here. I’m not even dressed.”
I shrugged but didn’t budge. “If you ask me, you’re far too dressed for my taste.”
“I’ve only got my underwear on!” She surged forward, but I grabbed one of her wrists loosely between my fingers. “Let go.”
“I don’t want to, and you know you don’t either. Ever since that kiss, Selena, you’re all I can think about, and I know you must feel the same. I can fucking well bet on it because if you had any other feelings—wanted anything else—you’d have told HR you weren’t interested, given me the sign you wanted me to fuck right off, but you haven’t.”
She clenched her jaw yet it still took her a while to speak. “I don’t want to hurt Tammy.”
With my free hand, I pushed her dark bob back from her cheeks. “You didn’t say you didn’t want this.”
“I do want this.” Her voice hit a husky tenor when she spoke. “You’re not wrong. I’ve thought about this since the interview. Fuck, I’ve dreamed about it. But I can’t hurt Tammy, and I won’t.”
Leaning down, I kissed her again. She tasted of mint and smelled of strawberries. My cock was harder than fucking rock and tenting up my slacks. My dick knew what it wanted, and I wasn’t one to object, not with how delicious she tasted, how appealing she smelled. How everything about her made me crave her like a damn drug.
She responded, her tongue deep in my mouth, massaging my own. Her tiny body was pressed against mine until my cock dug into her belly, even under the fabric of my slacks. She moaned, and then yanked her head back.
“I can’t do this. I don’t… I can’t hurt Tammy, no matter what.”
“But we both want this. We can keep it quiet. No one ever has to know.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, the fire rising in them like a wild cat. She slapped my cheek with her free hand. It stung, but I ignored the way her hand bit into the flesh of my cheek. “I can’t.”
I grabbed her other wrist and, tilting forward, whispered into her ear, “You want me. You took my offer. I want you.” I ground my hips against hers to make my point. “We don’t have to worry about anyone finding out. We’ll be furtive. Be a big secret—whatever spares Tammy and keeps your first internship spotless. I promise. Tiger, come on. What do you have to lose?”
She stilled but swallowed hard. I could see some of the fire was drained out of her gaze; some of that anger and frustration. “I don’t know what I want. I know this isn’t right.”
“But it can feel so good,” I promised. “Don’t you want to at least have a taste of what you’re giving up? How can you make up your mind, if you don’t feel everything I’m offering?”
Selena bit her lower lip and regarded me, her eyes roving over every inch of my face. “I don’t know.”
“Then we can strike a deal, Tiger. Let me give you a real taste of what you want. If you don’t like what happens between us, fine. You can walk away. I won’t say anything, won’t look you up again. But after I make you come, leave you screaming my name… If you still like it, then we explore everything between us. That seems like a fair deal, Tiger, doesn’t it?”
She licked her lips again and leaned against the mirror. “It does sound tempting.”
I dropped both her wrists and chuckled. “It sounds more than that. I’m offering you the keys to the kingdom, and you know that. All I want, Selena, is permission to fuck you rotten. Isn’t that what you really want? I can see you crossing one leg over the other while you stand as if you can keep your clit from pounding out for me. You know you fucking well can’t, so let me make you come, baby. It’ll be the smartest choice you’ll ever make.”
And if we keep it from my daughter, it’ll have absolutely no repercussions. It’ll be perfect.
Selena nodded. “Alright, but if I tell you we’re done after this, you have to respect that.”
“Tiger, I know that once you have a taste, you’ll be on your knees for me anytime I damn well ask,” I said. It probably came out a bit like a threat; maybe it was. I could make any woman cream herself, and with someone as delectable as Selena, as my tiger, I wouldn’t be happy until I had her screaming my name.
Gathering in close to her, I slipped off her bra. Her breasts were fucking fantastic—perfectly rounded but not fake or too large in a wannabe porn star way. I’d had far too many women in New York who’d Frankensteined themselves with Botox and other treatments. My hands found their way to her soft tits, and I moaned my pleasure as I caressed them. No saline here; completely perfect and completely hers. They were glorious.
“You’re a fucking revelation, Tiger. Do you realize that?”
Her breath was harsh and ragged. I wasn’t sure, with my hands working over her, if she could even think, let alone talk. Not that I cared. Her gasps of pleasure made my cock harden to a level I didn’t know possible. I was going to make her orgasm, and then I’d get her to pleasure me; give me everything I’d ever wanted.
I moved my right hand lower and skimmed over her belly button, then onwards to the top of her hips. I traced a hand over the soft curls that poked out under the hem of her tiny, lacy panties. Then I yanked hard against the waist band. The panties snapped, and I grinned at my success.
I never lost my touch.
“Don’t wear them. They’re overrated anyway.”
Her hazel eyes widened with anxiety. “I wore a skirt today. I’ll be wearing a dress to Vera Wang’s show.”
My hand eased the scraps of fabric off her hips, and the remains of her panties fell to the floor when she opened up her legs up just enough to let them. That’s what I wanted; access to that wet, hot little pussy that was just for me.
I slid my hand between her pussy lips, and then I groaned when her sweet juices flowed over my hand. “You’re wet for me, Tiger. You need me, and you know it.”
“You haven’t proven anything yet,” Selena snapped back.
That was what I craved in her, what I liked already. So many women in the city knew who I was, fell at my feet easily because of my bank balance. I rarely got pushback. I’d seen that fire in her at the interview, tasted it on her lips, and now I wanted more of it.
“I plan to change that, Selena,” I said, stretching out every syllable of her name, caressing them with my voice. “Now, spread them.”
She did as she was commanded, giving my hand enough room to work. My other kneaded and played with her breasts. But I loved feeling the heat of her pussy lips against my hand, loved parting them so I could finger her clit. She moaned the second I came into contact with her most sensitive spot, and I knew that I could play her like a damn Stradivarius. It would be so easy to make her come.
But I wanted her to yearn for me; beg me never to stop.
Reluctantly, I moved my hand away from her breasts. There would be time to savor and play with her tits later. Now, now I had to prove everything I’d been saying, and it was a two-hand job. With my thumb, I pressed hard against her clit and started rubbing it hard, clockwise. I gathered my forefinger and middle on my other hand and plunged them both into her pussy. They weren’t as big as my cock—she’d find that out later—but combined they provided a nice way to fuck her senseless with my hand. To give her the release we both craved. I pumped my hand harder, and she arched her back, then wrapped one leg up and around me.
