“I guess so.”
“Has anyone kissed you before?” I flick out my tongue and it comes into contact with her soft rosebud lips. “Or are you a virgin in this department as well?”
“No.” The word comes out wrapped in a breath. “I’ve been kissed.”
“Good.” I flick her mouth again and I feel her weight shift. Her eyes are starting to droop, a sign that I’m doing everything right. “Now it’s my turn to taste you. Do I have your permission?”
“Yes, yes, I...You can kiss me.”
That’s all I need to know as my lips fuse with hers in a powerful kiss that makes her release a sound of surprise. She knew it was coming, but no one is ever completely ready for me.
Now that she has consented fully, my tongue is as firm as my dick and dominant as it wraps itself around hers. At first, she’s hesitant to join the dance, but when I deepen the kiss, her hand moves to the side of my body and holds on tight. At the same time, her silky tongue slides against mine until we find a rhythm that’s all ours. I’ve kissed many women before and I’ve learned that every kiss has its own special kind of magic.
When her eyes shut, I break the kiss and smile at her. “You taste good up here. I’m ready to find out how you taste down there.” I slide my hand down the front of her coat and park it at the place that will hold a lot of my interest tonight.
“Okay,” she says in a croak.
“Come with me.” I take her small hand and lead her to the bed in the middle of the room, my dick begging for release every step of the way.
I turn her to face me and she involuntarily tilts up her head, ready to be kissed again. Instead, I move my hand to the belt of the trench coat and unravel it while my eyes drink her in. Her cheeks are now just as pink as her lips.
“Any regrets yet?” I ask as the coat opens to give me a view better than any I have ever seen before. I inhale sharply, unable to believe no one has made love to her before. She has a body made for sin. My eyes land on the pink tips of her full breasts. I don’t need to touch them to know they’re hard. My gaze continues to travel downward until it reaches the triangle of soft curls.
“No regrets.” She grabs both sides of the coat and for a terrifying moment I think she’s about to change her mind.
Silent relief whooshes out of me when she opens the coat wider and shrugs it off. The moment it pools at our feet, it’s game on.
Taking charge, I lower her onto the bed, my lips pressed to hers again, my mouth swallowing her gasp. When she’s flat on her back, I raise myself up to look into her eyes, to see if she’s okay. The faint smile on her lips tells me she is. Her innocence and beauty snatch my breath.
I ignore the unfamiliar sensation and kiss the corners of her lips, my erection pressed into the lower part of her body.
“Are you sure no one can see us?” she asks, panting.
I pause to look back into her eyes. “Not a soul. We’re too high up in the sky, baby.”
Baby? Why the fuck would I call her that? What’s wrong with me?
“I’ll be right back. Stay right here.” I can feel her gaze on my back as I disappear into the bathroom, where I cool down my face with tepid water. No woman has ever had this kind of effect on me. I haven’t even fucked her yet.
“Pull yourself together, Clyde,” I whisper, gripping the edge of the sink. “Tonight is about fucking and nothing more.” When it’s all over, I’ll walk away and never look back. That’s what I do. I’m a master of the game.
In high school I dated a stunning girl. She was my first and I was hers, but a month after we had sex, she cheated on me with the school’s swimming champion. She said I’d disappointed her in bed, that her first time wasn’t what she had expected it to be.
Needless to say, that was the last time I trusted any woman with my heart. The only thing I use them for was honing my skill. Now that I’m skilled at fucking, I’m damn sure I won’t mess up Dixie’s first time.
Determined to get what I’m paying her for, I remove my clothes and walk out of the bathroom with nothing on but a condom.
I find her exactly where I’d left her, lying on her side, her arms around her body. Her eyes widen when her gaze lands on my dick.
“Are you afraid it might not fit?” I ask with a smirk.
“Ummm...no.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, positioning myself behind her. “I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing.”
She gives me a smile that knocks the wind from my lungs, but I don’t let her see the effect she has on me.
I run a finger down her front until it reaches her pussy. Her body tenses for a moment.
“Relax.” I kiss her neck. “I want you to lie on your back.”
She does as she’s told and I start rubbing her clit, alternating between slow and fast movements. I smile when she closes her eyes and her lips part to release a moan while her face contorts with pleasure.
The innocent woman who entered my home is about to get very dirty.
DIXIE
I squeeze my eyes shut when Clyde applies more pressure on my clit, setting all kinds of sensations free, sensations that had been bottled up inside me for years.
“Oh...oh,” I say, my breathing becoming more ragged as my body starts to shake involuntarily. I’ve touched myself before, but although it felt good, this is a different kind of magic.
Every time he exerts more pressure on my already sensitive clit, I forget the anxiety I had felt before coming here tonight. I thought it would be quick, thought he would take what he wants, pay me, and show me the door. I never expected him to give me the kind of pleasure he’s giving me now. I also never expected myself to be so receptive. It seems this night is as much for him as it is for me.
It’s more than just about the money.
“What will you do if I stop right now?” He kisses my neck while his fingers still continue to play my clit like some kind of instrument.
I open my eyes slowly. The moment our eyes meet, my heart starts to beat even faster.
“I need to know what you’ll do if I stop.”
“Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”
“Tell me, Dixie. Should I stop?”
As though my hand is acting on its own accord, it covers his to keep him from stopping. “Don’t,” I murmur.
“Don’t what?” His hand slows down but he doesn’t stop pleasuring me.
I blow out a breath. “Don’t stop.”
“I asked you a question.” He narrows his eyes. “What will you do if I remove my hand from your pussy right now?”
Heat spreads through my cheeks and I close my eyes to hide my shyness. “I’ll beg.” I swallow hard. “I’ll beg you not to.”
“Right answer.” His hand starts to move even faster, so fast that I feel myself losing every bit of control, coming completely undone. “But I can do so much better than this.”
He withdraws his hand and I almost scream out with frustration. But my frustration is soon replaced by another level of desire that floods through me as he slides a hand under my thigh. While my clit throbs from the memory of his touch, he moves lower down my body and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.
“This might hurt a bit,” he says. “But I’ll make it worth it.”
Wrapping my hands around his strong shoulders, I decide to trust him. There’s no going back now.
When the leg on his shoulder is firmly in place, he holds on to the thigh of the other, pushing it to the side as far as it would go.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he says, looking down at me. He has enchanted me to the point that I believe every word he says. “I wish you could see what I see, Dixie.”
Before I can find the words to respond, he buries his face between my legs. The moment his warm mouth comes into contact with my vagina, I start to tremble again, my body arching as the sensations return with full force.
“I can’t. Oh, God, I can’t stand it.”
He lifts his mouth from me. “This is just th
e beginning.” He lowers his head again and this time he gives me a small bite moments before he slides his erect tongue into me, sending ecstasy spiraling through my body.
“Nooo.” I clutch onto him just as a ball of orgasm starts rolling through me and I tilt my hips upward, my walls pulsating around his tongue. Before the ball of orgasm crashes into my belly, Clyde withdraws his tongue and allows my leg to fall from his shoulder.
“Fuck, I need to have you now,”
“Yes, please,” I beg, any shyness gone.
He spreads my thighs as far as they would go, then he places the tip of his penis just a few inches above my clit before dragging it down and burying that same tip into me. He stills. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
I do as I’m told because I want him like I’ve never wanted anything in my life before. But his eyes are so intense that butterflies start to flutter in my belly.
“Good girl.” He pushes himself a few inches into me and stops. “Tell me about yourself.”
“What?” I swallow hard, my hands tight around his muscular arms.
“Do you have siblings?”
“No.” I gasp when he pushes just a little deeper and stops again, driving me insane. Although his penis is pushing hard against my walls, there’s no pain yet.
He kisses my forehead. “How will you spend the money I’ll give you?”
“I...umm...student loans.”
He thrusts deeper. “What else?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Eye surgery for my neighbor.”
A small frown appears between his eyebrows, then he thrusts again. “What else?”
“To start a business.”
Huge thrust.
“What kind?”
“Wedding planning.” I almost choke at my words because the pressure inside me is unbearable, but in a very good way. He’s inside me and I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
The thrust that follows my response is so deep I let out a loud gasp. I notice an ache, but it’s immediately washed away by the pleasure Clyde has built up inside me.
“Good,” he says, bringing his lips to mine, making me taste myself. “I’m all in.” He lifts his head. “Did it hurt?”
I shake my head, sudden tears flooding my eyes. What the hell? “I’m not crying,” I say quickly. “It’s just—it feels so good.”
Now I know why he asked me all those questions. He wanted to distract me from the pain.
More butterflies flutter inside my belly as his smile widens. “The real fun is about to begin.”
And it does. He starts to thrust deeper in and out of me, filling me completely. His hands and lips are all over me. I shut my eyes to enjoy every bit of this moment.
“I said I want you to look at me when I’m inside you.”
My eyes flutter open again. His face is now drenched with sweat, his eyes like those of someone who has just woken up. He looks hot as hell. The shadow of his beard makes him look even more manly. Is this how he looks in the morning?
“Give me more.” I thrust my hips upward. I just can’t get enough. I have been warned many times that the first time might be disappointing, but I think I’m one of the lucky ones.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you everything tonight. Any pain?” He rotates his hips and his penis hits a sensitive spot inside me.
I shake my head and he slams into me harder, then harder even until I can’t hold on any longer. The ball of orgasm starts to roll again. This time it hits my lower belly so hard that his name tumbles off my tongue. Why would I call out his name during sex? I don’t even know him, not really. It doesn’t matter. I focus on holding on to the aftereffects of my orgasm for as long as I possibly can.
I’m clenched tight around him as he speeds up to reach his own climax. When he does, his own eyes close, his jaw tightens, and the veins on his forehead push through his sweaty skin.
I can’t look away, enchanted by the effect I have on a man. A part of me had been nervous that I might not satisfy him, that I would fail and he would refuse to pay me the money. But the satisfied look on his face tells me I did a great job.
He’s grinning as he opens his eyes and withdraws. “That was fantastic. You are...” he clears his throat. “It was great. And I want more, but after I feed you.”
“You don’t want me to leave?” I frown.
“Not yet. There are still so many positions I want to show you before I let you go. That’s if you don’t have other plans tonight.”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, I don’t.” I was going to have dinner with Samantha later, but she’ll understand. I want more of what this man just gave me.
Clyde doesn’t waste time. He feeds me the most delicious meal, cooked in his kitchen by a man he claims is a celebrity chef. The food is great, but all I can think about are the things Clyde will do to me later.
During the meal he asks me more questions about myself. It surprises me how easy it is for me to talk to him. He’s mostly curious about my time in the orphanage and my relationship with Mrs. Briggs.
“I’m surprised that part of your motivation to do this was to help out your neighbor.”
I sink my fork into my chocolate truffle. “She loves to read, but her eye problems prevent her from doing much of that.”
“Well, that’s very generous of you. Not everyone would do something like that for a stranger.”
“She’s not a stranger,” I say. “She’s my family.”
Clyde watches me in silence for a long time until I shift in my seat.
“You’re making me a little uncomfortable.”
“Why?” He lifts his glass of wine to his lips.
“Because I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Being in his presence unravels me in more ways than one.
“I would gladly show you what I’m thinking.” He reaches for the cord of my fluffy bathrobe and tugs.
I instantly start to tingle between the legs.
Before things can go any further, he sends the chef home, then tells me to bend over the dining table so he can get his money’s worth.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Samantha asks when I enter my apartment at midnight. I knew she would be waiting for me.
“Yeah.” I move to the window, my arms hugging my body. “I think so.”
“Oh my God.” She rushes to my side. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I turn to face her and shake my head. “No. Quite the opposite.”
“Thank God.” She blows out a breath and pulls me into a hug. She smells like pancakes. “I was so worried.”
“You didn’t have to be.” I pull away. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually enjoyed myself. It was quite an experience.” The one thing that’s troubling me right now is knowing that I might never see him again.
“Hell, no.” Samantha claps a hand over her mouth. “You’re falling in love with Mr. Garnet, aren’t you?”
“I don’t... I don’t think—”
“Bullshit. It’s written all over your face, Dixie. Tell me the truth.”
I cover my face with my hands, my heart sinking. “I don’t know what the hell happened. I went there ready to do what I was being paid for, but something happened that I didn’t plan for.”
“Love happened.” Samantha purses her lips to stifle a smile.
“I wouldn’t call it that.” But then again, how would I know what love feels like? I’ve never met a man that I can truly say I had been in love with. If I had, I’m pretty sure I would have lost my virginity long ago. For years, I was determined that I would only give it to someone I really loved. When I decided to sleep with Clyde, I had completely given up on that notion. Now here I am, more conflicted than ever.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Samantha puts her hands on my shoulders. “He certainly touched you in more ways than one.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “What the hell. Yes, I had the most amazing time. It was magical actually. The best sex I’ve ever had.”
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br /> “The only sex you’ve ever had,” Samantha reminds me.
“True.” I throw back my head and laugh out loud. My chest feels lighter than it has ever felt before. “It was really amazing. I’m kind of scared I might never experience something like that with someone else.”
“Trust me, there are many fish in the sea.” Samantha lifts her hands from my shoulders. “But I’m glad your first experience was unforgettable. Many women can never say that about the first time they had sex.”
“I guess I’m one of the lucky ones.”
“You sure are.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Did he pay you?”
“Yep. He initiated the transfer before I left.” I massage the back of my neck. “But it didn’t feel right anymore to take his money. I feel guilty somehow.” I feel even guiltier since he gave me ten thousand dollars extra for Mrs. Brigg’s surgery.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. You had a deal. I don’t even think he’ll miss the money. He has more than enough of it. Now you can use it to make a difference.”
“You’re right.” I yawn. “But right now, I really need to get some sleep.”
“I’m sure you do. I should go. I also need to sleep. Worrying is exhausting.”
Samantha leaves the apartment and I throw myself on my bed, still wearing the trench coat, which is now wrinkled and smells of Clyde.
Before my eyes close, I can’t help wondering whether the time Clyde and I spent together affected him as much as it affected me.
Does it even matter? It’s not as if I’ll ever see him in person again. It was nothing more than a transaction that we both benefited from.
I’m pretty sure that before the week is over, another pretty woman will be his lady of the moment. For all I know, he has already forgotten me.
An ache spreads through my chest at the thought of being forgotten so quickly.
CLYDE
“Congratulations, my darling son.” My mother wraps her arms around me.
“Thanks, mom.” I force a smile. The new mayor was announced a few minutes ago. I won, but I can’t get myself to feel excited. All I feel is flattered to be the chosen one.
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