by C. M. Steele
“Oh, sweet little Rebecca, you’re asking to be thoroughly fucked, aren’t you?” I’m panting, wrapping his tie around my hands and stepping backward. He shakes his head slowly and smirks as he undoes the buttons on his white dress shirt. I freeze, staring at the way his body looks and licking my lips as he takes it off.
“Save that lip licking for when you take me down your pretty mouth.” I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but my body likes the idea of being at his mercy. A moan escapes my throat, and I look down at the bulge in his pants. “What did I just say? Are you asking to suck my cock, right now?” he challenges, stalking toward me until my back hits a wall.
His hand wraps around my neck with just a bit of pressure. He lowers his mouth behind my ear, then whispers, “I would love it more than you know, but I want to fuck your sweet little pussy first before I slide down your throat.” A moan escapes and my body shivers with heat.
He lowers one of my bra straps, sliding his finger over the tops of my breasts to the other side and does the same thing to the strap. His touch radiates through me. Rob grasps the cups and pulls them down while staring at my face. “I want to possess every inch of you and do it all over again. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you and need you, Rebecca.”
“What are you going to do about that?” I challenge with my voice raw and shaking with desire.
“I’m about to show you over and over again,” he drawls out. The first time his lips graze my breasts, I moan. His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks on my nipple using his other hand to pluck the other one. Then he switches off between them and back again. I can’t stop the flooding of lust hitting me deep in my core. I want to feel him take me until I’m crying out in my first orgasm. He releases my breasts with a pop and then kisses me wildly. I fall into his kiss lost in passion.
His hands slide down my waist and to the front of my pants, unclasps them and lowering the zipper while kissing me the entire time. I watch with anxious pleasure as he drops down to his knees and taking my pants with him. Slowly he gently kisses my waist, then the edge of my waistband on my panties, continuing south until I feel his lips on my pussy, sucking on the fabric. My hips buck forward, greedily hunting for more. He growls again, nudging them to the side, and slipping his tongue along my slit. I moan, violently grasping his hair as he makes me fall over the edge, coming on his mouth and his tongue. My panties are still on, and I’ve already come for him.
“I need you now,” he grunts, standing and picking me up in his arms, kissing me once more as I wrap my legs around him. We head upstairs and into a bedroom. He doesn’t break the kiss until he lowers me onto the bed.
I’m so ready to go again. I unsnap my bra tossing it. Next, I reach for my undies to slide them off, but as soon as my fingers grasp the edge, he barks out, “Don’t touch them. I want to unwrap my perfect gift.” They are drenched and only getting wetter with every command. I release my hold on them. In a fit to torment him, I moan and teasingly slide my arms up the bed and onto the pillow, interlocking my fingers. “Such a fucking good girl. I don’t have to spank your pretty ass.” I shouldn’t want him to, but I do so I turn my hips just a bit to give him a view of my ass.
Chapter 6
Rob
I’m going to nut before I get inside of her and she has to go ahead and purposely pose for me. I know she doesn’t realize how sexy she is, but I could come in my pants right now. I reach for my undershirt, pulling it over my head, revealing my chest. All those hours in the gym were totally worth it the way she stares at me. Her mouth parts and her tongue darts out again. My hands work off my pants, but I refuse to take my eyes off her, focusing on her pretty pussy covered by that tiny fabric. Standing naked in front of her, I stroke my cock that’s covered in my come and full of so much more. It pulses when she nervously takes in my size.
“Relax, Rebecca,” I say, kneeling on the bed and moving between her thighs. “I’m going to stretch you until we fit so perfectly, but first let me open my gift.” I grab her panties, and in one forceful tug, I rip them off like wrapping paper. “You’re seriously a perfect gift.”
“Rob,” she cries out, reaching her hands up and grabbing my shoulders. “Fuck me, please.”
I lose all control and thrust into her. I pierce through her virginity like a wild fucking beast. “I’m sorry, Rebecca,” I apologize, leaning down and staring into her tear-filled eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I continue to apologize while my mind is spinning with pure masculine pride.
“Don’t be sorry. It was bound to happen,” she says, pulling my face to hers. I kiss her until I feel her body relax. And when it does, I start rocking every inch of me into her unprotected womb until she screams my name. She comes so hard, clenching, closing around my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer. I empty jets of cum deep inside her until I’ve got nothing left. My vision blurs for just a moment, and when it clears, she’s smiling up at me. “Wow, that was incredible.”
“Yes, it was,” I respond, kissing her again.
I pull out of her warmth, falling onto the mattress, then rolling to my back and dragging her on top of me. “You were perfect, Rebecca,” I huff out, trying to catch my breath.
“You too,” she moans drowsily, snuggling onto my chest. “Goodnight, Rob.”
We wake in the middle of the night, making love all over again.
Chapter 7
Rob
My alarm goes off, making me dart up, nearly rolling Rebecca onto the floor. Shit. She doesn’t wake up. Instead, she just moans and rolls onto her stomach. I hurry up and get dressed. As soon as I’m ready, I wake up Rebecca. “Babe, sorry, but I’ve got to take my parents to the airport. I’ll be back in a few hours. Rest. When I come back, I’m going to worship you all over again after I bring you some food.” I kiss her lips, and she moans, smiling up at me.
I drive to my parents’ house, and they are there with their bags packed. “You are smiling, Robert,” my mother accuses before hugging me tightly.
“Sorry, I didn’t know it’s a crime.” I can’t stop myself from wearing a super cheesy motherfucking grin on my face. Not only did I get laid for the first time, but I met the mother of my children, and I filled her with my seed while stealing her virginity.
My dad claps my back in a half hug, and he scoffs, “Ha, boy. You know damn well you don’t smile. Have you finally met someone?”
“I have,” I admit proudly.
“Are we going to meet him or her soon?” I flinch back for a second when my mom drops that little tidbit.
“Him? You think I’m gay?” I never thought I gave off that impression. Many times, I would mention meeting the right girl.
“Well, we didn’t know. You never brought anyone over ever. So we figured well, maybe you were afraid.” I suppose that’s possible for a lot of other people, but that’s not me. I love sweet little pussy. More importantly, only Rebecca’s sweet little pussy.
“No, I wasn’t afraid. I’ll bring her around the second you get back. By then I may have a ring on her finger.” Their eyes widen, and the mouths fall open. “I’m just saying. I just know she’s the one.”
“Well what do you have there?” my father asks, pointing to the box under my arm.
“It’s mom’s present,” I say. I gave my dad his a few days ago. It was a new engine for the 1946 Buick he’s rebuilding. He can’t wait until the weather improves to install it. Right now, it’s stored in one of James’s storage buildings.
“Ooh, ooh, give me.” She holds the present while my dad goes around checking all the electricity. “I feel like this is too pretty to open.”
“Thanks.”
“You wrapped this!” she exclaims, examining the package then looking at me in amazement.
I laughed hard at that one, but then I answered with all seriousness, “Goodness, no, but your future daughter did.”
“Ooh, I can’t wait to meet her,” she squeals, hugging the gift.
“Sweetheart, can w
e open that now before we get in the car? We’re going to be late.”
“Sure. Sorry.” She pulls the ribbon off carefully, trying to gingerly open the wrappings without ruining it. I laugh, but I can’t wait to tell Rebecca about it. When she lifts open the box, she sees the matching blue hat, gloves, and scarf. “I love these. You picked my favorite color. Did she help you pick these, too?”
“No, I thought they were very Parisian and would look great while you traveled.”
“They are perfect.” She puts them on, and we lock up, leaving the box with the wrappings on the table. The drive to the airport is all about my girl. I don’t have enough details to tell them, but I’m pleased that they aren’t trying to dissuade me from her. I guess they’re counting their blessings that I found someone.
We hug like crazy, and they promise to call when they can. I laugh because all I need to know is that they are safe and having a great time. All I can think about is getting to the condo and crawling back into bed with my woman and claiming her all over again.
On my way back, I stop at Einstein’s and pick up some bagels and coffee. I smile as I enter the building and stroll to the elevators.
“Sir,” Jeff, the front desk manager calls me, running from around his desk.
I mentally roll my eyes at him. I don’t want to be bothered because I have to go see my girl, but he looks insistent. “What’s wrong, Jeff?”
“Um, I needed to inform you that the young lady that was here left this morning,” he stammers out, feeling my tension radiate off me.
“What?!” I bark out. Almost fucking losing it. I take a breath and try to act like a civilized human. Once I’m calm enough, I ask, “Did she say anything?”
“Nothing except that she had to go home and left you a note.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, going to the elevator sullen. My joy has been ripped from my soul. Damn, it’s not about missing out on getting her under me. It’s so much more. I feel like she kicked me in the balls by cutting out.
Once I’m upstairs, I set down the breakfast on the entrance table and go into the house on the hunt for the note. I’m hoping she left her number. “There’s a good reason for her to leave, and it’s not permanent,” I chant, but something in me doesn’t believe the lie I’m telling myself.
On the nightstand is a small piece of paper. Sorry, Rob. Last night was out of character and one of the most amazing nights ever, but nothing that good can be real. It was just lust. Goodbye, Rebecca.
I think I fucking died inside. Sitting on the bed, I take deep breaths, but that only lets me take in her scent that seems to have engulfed the room. I drop my body sideways onto the mattress, my face hitting her pillow. I take in every drop of her smell until I pass out.
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I wake up, feeling empty inside. I look around and see that the sun’s already setting. I can’t will myself to even get up, so I kick off my shoes and check my phone for any emails from her. Nothing. More work to do, but nothing from Rebecca. My only reason to be awake, so I fight to fall back asleep. It doesn’t come, but an idea does hit me. “I could go to her job,” I shout, sitting upright in bed.
Yes, that’s what I’m going to do. I get my ass up and go to the store. Jerkwad isn’t in there, but I look around to see if Rebecca is anywhere in sight. The woman that let me out yesterday came up to me. “Hello, sir, can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Rebecca.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, but she quit this morning. Something about moving back home.” I release a loud sigh, then walk out. What the fuck am I going to do? I need to find her. I get that she’s scared. Fuck, it’s scary to me, and I’m sure of what I want. Damn, I pushed her too fast. We just met, and I claimed her virginity in a matter of seconds after I got her inside my condo.
Chapter 8
Rebecca
I regretted walking out of the condo the second I closed the door, but I couldn’t get back in and I sure as hell didn’t want to wait for him to come back and see the note before I could toss it. I power on my phone as I walk to my car in the parking garage. My brother has called me twelve times. Damn, I thought he wouldn’t even notice that I didn’t come home since he goes to bed at nine. I told him that I was going out with co-workers to celebrate my first day.
I call him, and he picks up on the first ring. “Rebecca,” he shouts into the phone.
“I’m sorry. I should have called you, but my phone died, and I fell asleep at one of my co-worker’s apartment.” I compound my lies which only gives me away.
“Bullshit. Get your ass home now. Fuck, you’re never going back. Are you fucking kidding me?”
Now, it’s my turn to get pissed. I know he loves me and is only scared, but he forgets that I’m an adult and he can’t tell me what to do. “Listen, James. I know you’re upset, but did you forget that I’m old enough to make my own decisions and if I stay out late, it’s not your business.”
“Um, it’s my business until you can make it on your damn own. One fucking day on your job and you do everything to give me a fucking stroke.”
“I’ll be there soon so you can bitch at me some more, but I have to drive and can’t deal with this.” I already feel like I made the biggest mistake in the world, and this only makes the pain of running away from Rob even worse.
I pull out and pay my fee at the garage, then I head back home. My mind is on Rob the whole time, and I nearly get off on the wrong exit. I had to get myself together. My brother is already going to tear me a new one when I get to the house.
Once I’m pulling into the driveway, James comes out and instead of getting angry, he pulls me into a hug. “I’m sorry, Becca. I didn’t mean to lose my shit. I know you’re sort of an adult and it’s my fault that you haven’t had the full work and life experience at this age.” I look at him like he’s crazy, but I don’t say anything about his rapid turnabout. We walk into the house, and I smell why he’s so forgiving.
I sniff the air and open the nearest window, then walk into the kitchen. “What the hell did you burn?”
“Toast,” he whispers.
“Toast? How the hell did you manage that?” I can’t even understand how that’s possible. I lift up the garbage can lid and see what looks like giant pieces of charcoal.
“I…um… I didn’t like how light it was, so I put it back in again and started checking messages in case you sent me one.”
“Dude, you have to be shitting me. It has a number on there for a reason,” I snicker, trying to get the sting of guilt eating at me about making him worry.
“I know, but I wasn’t thinking, and I turned it up.” I look at the number he has the dial set to, and it’s to max cooking time. I open the kitchen windows and the back door. And for the first time since yesterday, I can laugh. It’s a hysterical laugh that ticks James off.
“It’s not funny. I’m fucking starving and,” he breaks off.
“And we have menus if you wanted.” I go into the draw near the toaster and pull out a stack of menus.
“I was worried I’d get a terrible call that you were in the hospital or something, so I didn’t want to order anything,” he admits, keeping his head down.
That hits me hard, and I can’t even express how terrible I feel about freaking him out. “I’m truly sorry about that. I won’t do that again.”
“Yeah, you won’t be doing that because I called your job and told them that you were moving away and had to quit,” he confesses proudly sticking out his chest.
“Are you serious? How could you do that?” It’s not that I want to go back, but it’s not the point. It’s my decision to quit.
“Hey, I was frustrated and called after I got off the phone with you.” I shove his shoulder and stomp away.
“What about food?” he calls out.
“Order yourself something. I’m not hungry,” I say, slamming my bedroom door closed. I can’t believe he called in to quit for me. I’m reeling about it, but it’s a good thing because for a brief moment my tho
ughts aren’t on Rob.
Chapter 9
Rob
It’s been two weeks since I saw her, felt her, and first fell in love. For the first time in forever, I’ve worked ninety hours a week because working is the only thing that keeps me away from my condo and from the pain of missing Rebecca. I feel like a fucking shell of myself, but I haven’t told anyone. I canceled dinner with my buddies because I can’t handle them sensing that I’m fucked up over a woman. None of them have ever been in this motherfucking position. It’s not what I had planned, and it’s messed up my entire existence.
Liz knocks on my door, and I let her in. “How can I help you?”
She’s changed out of the clothes she had on earlier. The only reason I notice because the shit is a short Christmas dress that wouldn’t be acceptable during work hours. I roll my eyes because she could have come in before she changed. I’ve got the sick feeling that she’s trying to get me to fall for her. “I need you to sign the contracts, and I want to know if you’re going to make an appearance tonight at the Christmas party.” Shit, I don’t want to go, but I’ll have to greet and make a speech.
“Yes, I’ll be there in an hour.” The party isn’t too far from the office, so I can catch a cab and take it back and get home by nine.
“Great, sir.” I sign off on the documents and hand them to her.
“You need to get out of here too, or you’re going to be late,” I remind her.
“Maybe we can take a cab together. If you’re ready to go right now.”
“No, I’ll be there a little later. Go on ahead.” I just don’t want to take a cab with her. The only one I want to be sitting that close to is Rebecca. It’s crazy how I’ve wanted to avoid being seen with any woman even professionally because on the off-chance Rebecca sees me and doesn’t say anything because of another woman.
“Are you going to bring your girlfriend?” she blurts out as she reaches the door.
