by Darcy Kent
No words are exchanged between us. Just the heat and tension of what’s about to come. I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t even think straight as my eyes focus on the cars that we pass. The lights on the streets. Anything but the way that Andrew’s driving right now. The car ride only takes a few minutes, and I should have been thinking of a way to get out of this, but I couldn’t miss a golden opportunity. I feel that it’s something that I’ll regret if I don’t take it now. I’m not going to get up Monday morning and go to his office. This is a now or never type of situation. I never have any of those, I just take each day as it comes and hope that it works out well whatever I do in life. The excitement of it stops me from saying anything to him. I want this to happen as we turn and I know that the tall apartment building must be his.
We’re here. Nerves take over my body.
Andrew says nothing to me, instead he just clicks a button and the garage doors open. I know that I’m going into the lion’s den and this is my last chance to escape. Instead of telling him that I want to get out, I sit and wait for him to give me some instructions as he parks.
He opens his door and shuts it. Then in a flash, he opens mine and takes my hand. We take a few steps, then he presses the elevator button. I expect him to say something to me, anything, so that I know what’s going to happen next. Nothing as we get into the elevator. As the doors close behind us once again, I expect him to say something to calm my nerves down. Instead, Andrew spins me around and kisses me with hunger that’s so damn frightening as he pins me against the metal wall. It’s as if being in his territory has released him from showing exactly how he feels. Andrew pins me against the hard surface and drives his mouth against mine. His hands lose all sense of propriety as he runs them along my sides, then he cups my ass.
I moan in pleasure as I’m enjoying the onslaught of Andrew White.
“Andrew,” I purr as he lifts me up so that our mouths are the same height. I loop my arms and legs around him as I run my fingers through his hair. My dress starts to rise, and I can feel his pulsing cock against my wet panties. He growls while using the wall as leverage.
“Olivia, you’re so wet.”
“You did this to me.”
He shakes his head as he cups my chin. “Are you sure that you want to do this? If you tell me to stop, I will.”
I look at him, gazing into his eyes, not saying a word. My silence is my answer, and he continues to rock against me, and I don’t even notice that the doors have opened and we’re moving away from the elevator as he starts to kiss and nibble my neck in small circles. His smooth-shaven chin sends waves through me. I open my eyes for a brief second to see we’re in his apartment. He's not even breaking our embrace as he carries me across the open-plan living room. I want to take in my surroundings, but I’m lost in his touch.
His hands are carrying me as if I’m a feather as he continues to walk with haste. I press against him, and the strength of his muscles make it known that he works out a lot. I wanted to see where we were going, but he's so powerful as I struggle to kiss him back. I love the fact that he’s claiming and taking me by carrying me to his room, like a caveman that’s claimed his wife by one look. The noises he’s making are the same as a caveman.
He throws me on the bed, and it’s the first time that I open my eyes. I was scared for a minute when he broke away from me. I try to see his room. The place he goes to bed each night and completely lets go, but he’s not giving me a chance to do anything.
Andrew wants me to focus on him as he starts to slowly climb on top of me.
“This is what you wanted?”
I nod, finding myself speechless as he hovers so close to my mouth. All I can think to do is kiss his lips, but he wants to make sure that I want to continue. Or maybe he’s changing his mind?
“Yes. I want to have sex with you.”
He smirks. “I don’t just have sex. I do a lot more than that. Whatever you’re used to, this is something completely new. Something that’ll blow your mind. I just want you to know that if you’re not comfortable with anything, anytime you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?”
Shoot. This is the time I should tell him that I’ve never done it before. I have nothing to compare it to, other than the time that my dad wanted to take me. I shake my head to erase that memory. This is different. We’re both consenting adults, and I want him so bad. That it hurts right now as I feel his cock pressing against my panties. He’s making me so wet, and all we’ve done is kiss.
I feel as if I’m ready to burst because I can’t contain myself any longer. I gave him my consent; all he needs to do is take me. Instead of kissing me and taking me as I’d thought he would do, he slides down to the opposite side of the bed.
Holy crap.
“Please, I want to do this,” I plead as I sit up.
He laughs. “Wow, you’re keen. I was wrong about you; I thought that you were the type that only hooked up with the ‘one. Now, I’m not so sure — you surprised me tonight,” he says as he starts to peel his shirt off slowly.
“How?” I ask as I kick off my shoes.
“Well, most girls would see the bar and cocktails and then start to lose their mind. You didn’t. It was as if you were with me, but you were still protecting yourself.”
I sigh as I don’t know where this conversation’s going, but if he keeps pushing, then I’ll be out of the door so fast. I’ll be too ashamed to admit where I come from and how I ended up in the city. “I come from a small town, and I know that we’re the easiest target. The ones that get either raped, or even worse, killed. I don’t want to be a statistic.”
I didn’t even realize that he was in front of me naked as I think about the reason why I’m in the city. I knew one of those two things would happen to me if I stayed and I didn’t want to be a victim. Particularly in the hands of my father. The past that I needed to seal and get out of my mind. I am free right now and Andrew’s hand slide and pull at my panties.
“Whatever happened to you in the past is a thing of the past. I’m only here to make you feel better.”
I’m like an open book. Even though I’m trying to hide the pain that’s buried inside of me, I’m not doing a good job of it. A tear escapes my eye as I whisper, “Make it go away.”
He nods his head and says, “With pleasure.”
He bends down, and I expect him to take off my dress. I start doing it in anticipation, but instead, he pulls my legs to the edge of the bed and he licks a path up my leg.
Taking his time, nibbling on my sensitive flesh, he doesn’t stop until he’s reached between my legs.
Right at the spot where I want him the most.
“Ah.”
I scream out more in shock as his touch sends a wave of pleasure sizzling through me. Not only once, but twice as he starts to do it again and again. He works the whole length of me as he caresses my dripping opening with long, soft strokes. I hold on to the edge of the bed to stabilize myself. I expected him to kiss me some more. Touch me. Stroke me. Then take away my virginity and set me free. I never imagined him to be fucking me with his tongue. Not like this; it just didn’t enter my mind.
“You’re so fucking sweet.” He gasps as he breaks away and all I can do is moan and start to grind myself against him. It’s as if I’m coming apart at the seams with every stroke, each lick peeling me away just a little more. I reach out my hands, desperate to pull him in, but he takes them off him.
“I want to control your pleasure. No hands. Hold something else, but not me.”
I’m shocked by his revelation, and I put my hands back on the sides of the bed and pull at the covers underneath me.
“Ah, feels so good.”
He pushes one finger inside me and strokes my clit. Then his tongue starts to make a delicate eight pattern across my swollen bud; my muscles start to tense up as I feel an explosion build deep within. The same one that happens when I touch myself at night, but not like this. This one’s elevated ten times more.
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“Fuck,” I scream out as I start to cross the line. I’m going past the point of no return. My body buckles as I lose my vision as I rock against him. I make animal noises, spitting words that I never even knew were in my mind. I feel like a dirty girl. A bad one as I just kept crossing the point of no return.
I’ve touched myself. Even made myself come on occasion, but it never felt like this. It was completely different, and as I try and get my breath back, I want to open my eyes and look at him. I want to see what he’s doing, but I can’t as I blink furiously trying to see again.
Finally I see him standing on the edge of the bed, watching me with a smile, and his dark eyes just seem fascinated by my movement. I want to say something, but I can’t as I can see his big cock covered in a condom coming in my direction.
“Not now. I need to recover.”
He winks. “You’re talking. That means you’ve recovered.”
“I can’t, Andrew. I need to take my dress off at least.”
Funnily enough, I notice that he’s naked and I’m the one that’s fully covered. He rips my dress from the middle. I take the sleeves from my arms, and he smiles. “Now we’re both naked.”
He didn’t even stop as he lowers himself down toward me and I knew his cock would be huge. Just like everything about him, it was perfect. I knew that nothing would be a disappointment.
I start to feel a stretching sensation as he slowly lowers inside of me. It burns my tender skin, and I’m trying to look as if I’m an expert in these matters, but the pain’s too much to bear as I cry out, “It hurts.”
He starts to pull out, but it feels as if it takes forever and with my eyes filled with tears he says, “Shit, I knew it. The way that you were screaming earlier, I should have known.” He moves to the side. “Fuck, you’re a virgin, right?”
I shake my head. “Not after you entered me. I stopped being one, right?”
He turns me to face him. “Why did you go on with it? Why didn’t you tell me to stop?”
I laugh through my tears. “Because I thought that if I did, then you wouldn’t want me again. I want you to want me, and I don’t work for you anymore. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, and I don’t want it to stop. Take me,” I plead, and I ignore how I was feeling a few minutes ago and think about what I want. “What I need is for you to take me.”
I can’t believe I want him so badly.
“I feel as if I’m taking advantage of you. That’s not my style. This is too much for you. It’s not right.”
I shake my head as I see him reaching for his pants.
“Andrew, I know no one here. I want to feel the way that you made me feel a few minutes ago. I can’t believe that I’m begging you to do this.”
He laughs. “Neither can I. I must be getting soft in my old age.”
I stroke down and see that his dick is becoming limp and say, “Can we start again please?”
He nods. “I’m going to be gentle.”
“Good.” I smile, not giving him a chance to finish explaining.
“I wanted to fuck you so badly.”
“Then do it.”
He shakes his head. “No, it’ll rip you apart. I’m not that kind of guy. Guys want virgins all the time. I just never get it. I want us to enjoy tonight. I don’t want it to hurt.”
“Then be gentle.” I smile as he turns and slowly starts to lower himself on me once again. This time my body doesn’t reject him, but the muscles begin to flex and ripple while drawing him in. It’s as if taking that short break has allowed it to accept my fate tonight. My pussy starts to get wet, and as it does, his cock seems to glide inside of me.
I explore his body, no longer focusing on what’s going on below, but enjoying it as my fingers start to dance across his chest. I’m savoring the warmth and slickness of his skin. Andrew’s enjoying me as much as I’m enjoying him as he no longer holds back, but leans into me and seals his lips over mine and then shoots his tongue inside my mouth.
I can’t move. I feel trapped and I should feel scared, but I feel the complete opposite as Andrew’s on top of me, controlling me.
“Fuck yes. I can’t believe that you’re taking all of it.”
Wow, neither can I.
“You okay?” he asks, trying to be considerate of my feelings, and I nod my head as I rock my hips back and forward, allowing him to go deeper. It’s a ticket for him to say that he’s not hurting me. Not the way he did when he first entered, but I know that it was all in my head. I was thinking that he was hurting me, but as soon as I gave him complete control, my pussy adjusted to his size. He starts to fuck me harder as his body crushes against mine. He’s grinding my clit as he hammers his cock against my G-spot.
“Yes,” I scream out, feeling as if I’ve won the lottery. Andrew’s breathing changes as it comes in short spurts and there is a low growl from his throat. I know what this means; I don’t need to be experienced to know that he is coming too. I can feel it vibrating through my body. He starts to thrust wildly, and it’s as if he is losing control.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he pants as his rhythm seems to be completely out of control.
“Me too.”
But it isn’t the first time that I’ve come since we’ve started. When his tongue was on my pussy I came. I’m gripping onto him, scared about the orgasm that’s going to rip through me. Andrew gives me one final pump as I dig my fingernails into his back hard. He is no longer worrying about pinning my hands or even trying to control me as he completely lets go.
My pussy clenches every last drop of his come and I feel as if a tidal wave has torn through my body. I thought that I had come, but the realization that I’d only just started and hadn’t reached the point of no return rips through me. I curl my toes as I start to feel breathless and limp.
Andrew collapses on the other side of me; I turn to see that he’s sweaty. It makes me feel good to know that he worked hard trying to please not only me but himself too.
He looks at me and says, “For a virgin, you had me working hard.”
I lift up my head. “Is that good or bad?”
He shakes his head and then takes the condom off of his limp dick. “It was so intense. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He sits up, and puts a gentle hand on my back. “Did I?”
I shake my head. “No, you just surprised me.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because when you pinned me down, I thought that I'd be scared. I thought that I would want you to stop.”
“But you didn’t?”
I shake my head, feeling ashamed about my admission that being treated like a prisoner turned me on even more.
He winks at me. "Don't feel ashamed for admitting what pleases you, there's nothing wrong with that."
Then he kisses me on the shoulder.
"I'm just going to the bathroom."
I need to do that too, but for now while he's gone, I just sit and smile. I'm no longer a virgin. I'm officially a woman, and it feels good to give it to someone like Andrew. Someone who knew how to make me feel more like a woman than I've ever felt in my life.
Chapter Six
Andrew
I go back to the bedroom, remembering my manners. “Sorry, the bathroom’s through there if you want to go.”
She nods, but then as she gets off the bed she whispers, “I don’t know how I’m going to leave.”
“Sorry?”
She sighs. “When we were at the store, I put my suit and shoes at the back of the limo. But then you told the driver to bring your car. And you’ve managed to rip the dress that you bought me…”
I can tell that her mind is doing overtime probably thinking about what’s going to happen now, but she doesn’t have to worry about anything.
I put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m not going to kick you out.”
She sighs. “I know that, but I need to leave somehow and…”
“We’ll figure that out after you get in the shower and have some rest.”
“Oh, so I’m not leaving now?”
“Olivia…”
I throw the blanket that she’s using to cover her body to the side and then I cup her ass. “I’m not done with you yet. Now I’ve had a taste of you, I’m not sure if I can stop. Well, not this weekend, that’s for sure.”
I expect her to protest and tell me that she has plans, but she says nothing and just looks at me.
“You see there’s so much I want to do to you.”
“More?”
“One step at a time. Now, use whatever towel you need to freshen up. Get some rest and then by the time I finish with you, you won’t even remember that you were a virgin before you stepped in here.”
She laughs as she moves away from my grip. “I’m starting to forget it already.”
“I do have one condition,” I say as I grab hold of her arm.
She looks frightened as she says, “What?”
“What goes on in this room. This house. Stays that way.”
She chokes. “That won’t be hard, because I don’t have any friends.” Olivia doesn't wait for me to reply as she moves away from me and heads into the bathroom. I feel as if there was a double meaning to her words. She didn’t mean that she didn’t have friends. She meant that she had no one to talk to.
Either way, I don’t understand it and then I decide that I’m getting carried away. I’m treating her as if I want her to stay. That’s not the case; I just find her interesting. Different from any woman that I’ve ever known and that’s the fact that scares me the most.
The fact I’ve told her I want her to stay the weekend.
And the fact that I’m so fucking curious about her.
A bit too much, but then it’s only one weekend. What can it hurt to let my dick enjoy the pleasure of her company from Friday night until Sunday?
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As she comes back to the bed, I can smell the strawberry shower gel scent on her body and I can’t help but explore her body. Once in awhile, I have a lady guest staying over. Not often, but every once in a blue moon, so I keep the odd feminine fragrance and shower gel for them. I slowly slip my hand from her butt as she’s holding onto the pillow for damn life. There’s something erotic about a woman being on top of a pillow. I always have visions of me being the one that’s underneath her.
