by Jamie Knight
“Oh!” She scrambles upright on the couch, her cheeks flushing red. “Mr. Drive! What’re you doing here?”
I almost laugh. “Are you really the one who should be asking that question right now?”
I’m right, and she knows it. “So, Mariah…what’re you doing here at 6:45 in the morning? Besides sleeping on the couch.”
“I’m so sorry.” Mariah tries to straighten her clothes, and as she does I catch a flash of her lacy, pink bra… and the skin underneath. “I must’ve just stayed too late and passed out.”
She’s lying, and we both know it. But why would she be telling me anything but the truth? And what kind of truth ends up with her crashing on the lobby couch?
“So, you accidentally fell asleep here. With your suitcase.” I keep my tone calm and gentle. With her, that’s easy.
She nods, hesitant. I keep eye contact with her, feeling more and more concern. Something’s not right here.
“Mariah, remember what I told you outside the bar? You can trust me. Besides, if you’re going to sleep on my couch, in my office, I should at least get to know why.”
“Your couch?” she asks, a faint smile on her face.
“Yes, actually.” I’d almost forgotten that. “They remodeled awhile back, and brought in this truly awful couch the color of a sick frog. I hated it, so I bought a new one for the office myself. Snuck it in overnight with a few friends for help, as a matter of fact.”
There’s a real smile on Mariah’s face now. “Well, it is really comfy.”
I sit next to her. “I know. Now please, tell me what’s going on here. I know something’s not right.”
Mariah stares at the floor for a long moment, then lifts her gaze to me.
“Okay.”
Chapter 26
Mariah
Looking at Wesley, I can’t keep it all in, all to myself, anymore. So, the truth - or a nearly-there version of it - spills out.
I tell him how my dad (conspicuously nameless) kicked me out and cut me off. How my one credit card is maxed out, and I just got evicted. How the payroll system made a mistake with my check so I can’t even deposit or cash the money that I’ve made so far. How I’m juggling two jobs and how it just ended up being too much for me.
“So, I decided to sit down for a minute after you left last night, and then I just didn’t leave. I know I should have, and I’m sorry, but I don’t know where to go.”
I’m so afraid Wesley is going to be angry with me… but the only expression on his face is one of comfort. He puts his arm on my shoulder, brushing my hair ever so slightly with his fingers.
“Mariah, I had no idea. You’ve been doing stellar work here. You’ve really made a difference to the office. And all this time, you’ve been dealing with everything you just told me about as well?”
I nod, almost sheepish. “I really am sorry. I won’t sleep in the office again.”
“You’re right, you won’t. Because you’re staying with me.”
That was the last thing in the world I expected him to say. “With you? Mr. Drive, I can’t do -”
“You can and you will,” he interrupts me. “You’re a remarkable woman, Mariah, and you deserve this chance. If all it takes to keep you on track is giving you a roof over your head, then I’m more than happy to provide that.”
This is a bad idea, says the little voice in my head, but this time it’s awfully quiet and doesn’t seem all that sure of itself.
“Are you sure?”
My voice is quiet, pleading, almost unrecognizable to my own ears.
“I am.”
Wesley’s voice, in return, is warm, safe, inviting. In that moment, all I want are his arms wrapped around me and his lips on mine.
For now, I settle for his kind smile. And I answer, “Okay then. I’ll stay with you. Thank you.”
Chapter 27
Mariah
By the time we arrive at Wesley’s house, the sun is all the way up. He’s gotten us both coffee from a nearby Starbucks, and I almost spit mine out when I see his home for the first time. It’s a massive stone building, resembling nothing so much as a small castle. There are even turrets on all four sides of the roof.
“This is all yours?” I manage, as we get out of his car and I pull my suitcase out of the trunk.
“All mine, yup.” Wesley doesn’t sound quite as prideful or happy as I might have expected someone with this much at his disposal to be. “I do have guests fairly often, but other than that, I’ve got the run of the place.”
Inside is just as impressive. The ceilings are vaulted, and art fancier than some I’ve seen in million-dollar mansions is on display on the walls. The floors are spotless, and the whole place smells like a pine forest.
“Your room is up here,” he says, walking up the main staircase ahead of me. I do my best not to stare at the way his ass fills out his pants as he climbs, but in this case my best effort results in complete and utter failure.
The room he leads me to is gorgeous; decked out in floral colors and matching artwork, with a queen-sized bed in the middle of it.
“And here we are.” Wesley sets my suitcase down and gestures me forward. “All yours.”
Instead of stepping into the room, I turn to him. “Thank you… Wesley. This means a lot. It’s a huge house.”
Before I can stop myself, I reach out and wrap my arms around him in a close hug. He hesitates for perhaps the longest second of my life before he responds, hugging me back.
“You’re very welcome, Mariah. Whatever you need. My mother and her sister, my Aunt Shelly, often stay in this room when they visit and they find it very accommodating. But if there is any way I can make it more comfortable for you, just let me know.”
I move my hands down from his shoulder blades to the small of his back. I want to go further… but I don’t. Not yet. In return, his hand caresses my cheek as we separate. I smile at him.
“Listen, there’s only one thing I really need right now. And that’s a shower after that night on the couch,” I tell him. “Let me clean up and then I’ll come find you?”
He smiles back at me. “Of course.”
I head to the luxurious bathroom and have a long shower in the tiled marble area. I’m glad to get a good proper cleaning— the hotel bathroom’s shower left a lot to be desired. I love Wesley’s house, and it’s obvious that he has a good relationship with his mom and aunt— although he doesn’t say much about his relationship with his father.
I take my time in the shower, thinking about all the thing I wish Wesley would do to me. His big, strong arms could lift me up and I could wrap my legs around him so that he can fully enter me. His hands could squeeze my ass while I bounce up and down on his cock. It’s obvious that he’s into me and I want to make it happen – career consequences be damned.
I can’t believe I’m thinking like this, because I’ve always been so ambitious and focused on what I want. Now, I want two things simultaneously— my financial freedom and independence, and to have sex with my boss. I know those two goals might be opposed; one will probably interfere with the other.
But I can’t help it. It almost feels good to just give in to my base desires for once, rather than denying myself pleasure in exchange for discipline. I want to get with Wesley and see where it leads me.
Chapter 28
Mariah
I head back to the guest room, wearing only the towel. When I step into the room, I’m surprised to see that Wesley is still there. Or, rather, maybe he left and came back while I was in the shower.
“Oh,” he says, dropping a robe that he was holding onto the bed. It is fluffy and white – like those comfy ones at nice hotels. “Sorry for the intrusion. I just thought you might want to wear this robe.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, with a smile. “But what if I don’t?”
“I’m sorry?” he asks, his eyebrows raised up towards each other in confusion.
“What if I don’t want to wear the robe?”
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p; This is it – my bold invitation for him to hit on me. The ball’s in his court now. He could take my question to mean that perhaps I’d rather get dressed in normal clothes. Or he could take it for what it is…
…and he does.
“You mean, what if you don’t want to wear anything at all?” he asks, a smirk crossing his thick, handsome lips.
“Exactly.”
“Well, I think that can be arranged.”
In two steps, he’s crossed the small length of floor that was separating us, and he’s dropped the towel from my waist. I love that he took charge and did that, rather than leaving it up to me to show my naked body to him.
It’s so much different than the younger guys I’ve dated have acted. I begin to realize there’s a reason I never wanted to lose my virginity to them. I wanted someone older, wiser, more experienced… I was waiting to meet someone like Wesley.
He looks down at me and lets out a low whistle.
“I knew you were gorgeous, but I had no idea you looked this good under there,” he says, putting his hand on my ass and squeezing it, just like I’d just imagined him doing in the shower.
He bends down to kiss me, and his tongue is eager and strong. I wrap my own up with it, and we make out like high schoolers.
“I love your round ass and those perfectly plump tits,” he says, as he pinches my nipple and then bends down to suck on one of them. “I can’t believe I’m so fucking lucky as to be able to taste you.”
He bends down a bit further and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. At first, it’s just like I fantasized about in his shower moments ago, but then it gets rougher, wilder – and I like it. He walks forward and pins me up against the bedroom wall. I hang there, with my naked legs around him, his pelvis leaning into my wet, aching pussy while he hurries to take off his belt and pants.
“You want me in here, don’t you?” he asks, reaching down to grab my pussy lips between his fingers.
“Yes,” I moan, breathing into his ear.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I beg. “Please. Please touch my pussy. Please fuck my pussy.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. No one has ever made me feel this good before, or this dirty in a good way.
Looking down at his fingers as they rub my clit, he asks me, “Does this feel good? Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I tell him, as he kisses me again and puts two of his fingers up inside my pussy hole. I’m so wet that his fingers are immediately drenched in my juices.
“Look how much you want me,” he says, as he looks down at my wetness all over his hand, while rubbing my clit nearly to the point of making me cum. “This little pussy feels so tight. Have you ever…?”
He looks into my eyes now, and I shake my head, with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, looking as if it’s too good to be true.
“Yes,” I nod, my feet gripping his ass as my pussy clenches tighter, because it wants him to change that.
“No one has ever touched this sweet little pussy of yours?” he asks, as he continues to play with it. “It’s all mine for the taking?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer. “It’s all yours. I want you to take it.”
He bends down to get a condom from the pocket of his pants. As he hurries to put it on, I marvel at the sheer size of his cock. I wonder if I can take it.
But soon, its head is up against my pussy and I’m leaning back against the wall, while his mouth is nibbling on my breast again. He’s holding his dick in his hand, teasing me with it while he chews my nipple.
“It might hurt a little bit,” he tells me. “But then it’ll feel good. I promise. You ready?”
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
In fact, I’ve never been more ready. I know we shouldn’t be doing this because he’s twice my age and he’s been my dad’s rival for a long time, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I don’t even want to. I want him to fuck me, for my very first time.
I look down just in time to watch his wide, thick cock enter my pussy for my first time ever. I gasp a bit in pain, my nails scratching his back, but I let him keep going in, remembering what he said about how it would soon be good.
He wasn’t lying, since soon my pussy feels entirely filled up by his big cock. With one of his hands, he twists and pulls on my nipple, while the other massages my clit as I watch his big cock go in and out of me.
“Good girl,” he says, as he plunges further inside me. “Good job taking my big cock. Does it hurt?”
“A little bit,” I admit. “But it also feels amazing.”
“Good,” he says, bending down a bit to bite one of my nipples while he pinches the other one.
“Ow!” I call out. “Now that hurts. But in a good way.”
“Just wanted to give you something to distract you,” he says, twisting my nipple a bit more. My wetness pours out onto his cock, as I feel even more turned on now by the way he’s being rough with me.
“That’s it,” he says, in a soothing voice as he starts pinching my clit now, while still pinching one of my nipples. “Let me have my way with you. Let me do what I want while I pop your sweet little cherry.”
His cock feels so good inside me that I start to moan while calling out his name. I feel so close to him that I wish there wasn’t a condom between us. But I don’t say that, because obviously I’m glad he’s wearing one, logically. Emotionally… I just want to feel him inside me as much and as close as I possibly can.
“Wesley. Wesley. That feels amazing. You’re making me cum.”
“Good,” he says, as I can feel his cock getting bigger inside me, pulsing and throbbing, as he slides his big cock in and out of me. “Because I’m cumming too. In your tight little pussy, which I just deflowered.”
I feel him cumming, into the condom inside me. I hold him tight, breathing hard.
Then we collapse beside each other on the bed, with Wesley’s arms wrapped around me after he takes off the condom and throws it into the waste basket in the corner. My pussy is still hot and twitching, enjoying how he made it feel and wanting more. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life, both emotionally and physically.
Chapter 29
Mariah
The next thing I know, I’m waking up. The lovemaking session was so good but left me feeling so tired that I fell back asleep – I guess I didn’t get the best of sleep last night on the office couch. Wesley must have fallen asleep too, because he’s standing up, putting his pants on, and his hair looks messy and disheveled.
“Hey there,” he says, bending down to kiss me on the head. “That was amazing. But unfortunately, I have to go. I promised my Aunt Shelly I’d drive her in for some medical tests she has to have done. I wasn’t expecting… all of this, nor that I’d fall asleep afterwards, so I really have to hurry or I won’t get her there in time.”
“Okay,” I tell him, sad that he has to leave but also thinking it’s sweet that he’s helping out his aunt. “Good luck.”
“You should take your time; feel free to lounge around here for as long as you’d like. My house is your house.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, sitting up so that he can kiss me better.
And he does- long and strong and hard. I love that he’s a real man – an older man – and knows how to make me feel safe and protected.
Once he’s gone, I put on the fluffy, comfy robe he had brought me earlier, and explore the house a bit. The kitchen is gigantic, with enough counterspace to cook for a whole party of people. The dining room table looks like it should be in a castle.
Then, I wander into what looks like his home office. It is neat and tidy, with some papers on the desk. Looking down, I see that one of them includes details for a spacious, gorgeous house.
This looks perfect. It could be the million dollar house I could sell. My heartbeat races as I wonder if I can convince Wesley to let me do it. It shouldn’t be that h
ard, I figure, since he was just inside me and seems to want to be near me even more now. I don’t want to use him for sex. I have an emotional attachment to him too. A rush to be around him that makes me feel alive and happier than I’ve ever felt.
But I also want him to let me sell this house. The challenge of it makes my endorphins feel even stronger. I just know that I can convince him. What will happen after that? Well, we’ll have to work it out. I’m going to have to come clean with him about being my father’s daughter. But in the meantime, we can have a lot of fun. It’s not like he’s in love with me or anything. It’s not like I’m in love with him, right?
Right?
Chapter 30
Wesley
A few hours later, I drop my aunt back off at her house before heading home. Her tests are pretty routine, due to a breast cancer scare a few years back, and luckily it looks like everything’s fine, although we won’t know for sure for a couple days until we get the results back.
Still, I always worry. Aunt Shelly always seems to be strong and stoic, but I know she worries, too, underneath her mask of steel strength. She’s no spring chicken, and I would hate to lose her. I don’t know what my life would be like without her constant support and encouragement – even if she is a little weird with all the hippie stuff.
“Thanks so much for taking me in for the tests,” she says, as I walk her to the front door. “Do you want to come in and have some tea?”
“No, that’s okay Aunt Shelly,” I tell her. “I have to be getting back…”
“To the office to see that smashing young realtor you have a crush on?” she guesses. “How are things coming along with her? You haven’t mentioned her all day, and I haven’t wanted to pry, but I’m just dying to know.”
