If I had allowed her one more grind on my cock I was going to take her to the bathroom and there would be no stopping.
I glance at my watch. It’s two am. “Hey, it’s been a long day. Let’s call it a night,” I whisper in her ear, my voice sounding groggy. I have to get her home. This girl is turning me on to the point that I am close to fucking her and I don’t think she is ready for my kind of sex...well, not just yet.
I am sure I will break you in soon enough, Riley.
Riley nods and follows me as I exit through the front door this time. Her steps are slightly unsteady, as if the tequila shots have gotten the best of her. Outside I see that there is still a long line of people hoping to get inside. I smile, since that means more money in my pocket. As if on cue, a valet brings the Jag around and once again we speed off into the night. There isn’t much talking during the drive this time. Riley still seems to be on a high, while my cock is still boring a hole in my pants.
Finally, we arrive in front of her apartment and I cut the engine, and leaning back in my seat, look her deep in the eyes. Riley confidently returns my stare. “I had a great time, baby. Hope you enjoyed our little celebrations for your first casting,” I state quite genuinely.
Riley, doesn’t answer. She is staring in my eyes as if hypnotized. It’s obvious she wants me to kiss her goodnight. “You are a very, very sexy woman,” I say with a grin, leaning over towards her…my voice almost a whisper.
I brush her cheek with my finger and feel her flesh quiver under my touch.
Our eyes lock and her lips part invitingly… so I pounce. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily. Riley returns my kiss with much ardor, her body trembling in my arms.
Her lips are warm and welcoming, almost like a wet pussy.
My tongue snakes into her mouth and she gently nibbles at it. She places her arms around my neck. Her breathing is ragged, like that of a woman aroused. Then my lips become cruel, devouring her will to resist.
I break the kiss and bite her lower lips, giving them a hungry nibble. “Oh God,” Riley moans, her breath ragged and her body shaking. “Your lips are driving me crazy,” she says, but I swallow her helpless cry with more hungry kisses. Her lips are becoming more possessive, greedy for more.
Each touch of Riley’s lips against mine is sending sparks of electricity through my veins. These are no longer flirtatious kisses, but hot, demanding ones.
Now my finger trails between her legs.
She tenses and her eyes close. “Jeez, jeez, Ethan, your finger feels so good. Please, I want to feel more.”
I gently part her legs and run my finger up and down the crotch of her panties. “Ahh….Ahh… Riley is puffing her cheeks and blowing out air like she has just completed a marathon. Her eyes are glossy and rolling over and she is squirming against my finger, trying to suck it inside her flesh.
They are soppy, fucking soaking wet.
So I ease the front of her panties aside and my finger searches for her clit, that little nub that I know will cause her to erupt. I find her pleasure box and slowly massage her tender spot and all hell breaks loose inside her body. Riley is writhing on my finger and grunting like a stuck pig. “Oh my god, oh my god, Ethan. What are you doing to me.”
Her juices coat my fingers and a wounded wail escapes her lips as Riley thrusts herself against my finger, seeking release. I look up at Riley, her eyes still closed, as if in a trance. Her breathing is erratic. I try and work my finger inside her pussy, but it’s met by resistance. I try again, but something seems to be blocking me.
She is a virgin. Damn it, Riley is a fucking cherry.
Another swipe of my finger against her clit sends her spinning into pleasures arms. Riley is panting and trying to force my finger inside her young pussy. All she needs are a few more strokes and that pussy is going to flood my fingers like a geyser.
I take a deep breath and exhale. I had not seen this one coming, so I retrieve my finger and return her soaking panties to their original position. “I think it’s time I let you get home, baby,” I say hoarsely. “Models need their beauty sleep, I gather.”
This is the hardest thing I have ever done in my fucking life. The devil inside me is telling me to tear off her pants, place her legs on the dashboard and fuck her until she screams. But this is a virgin we are taking here. This is not the time, nor the place.
So I release her, must to the chagrin of the fucking devil inside me.
Riley sighs as I open the car door and walk her towards the front door of the complex. She reaches over and gives me a hug. I hug her back tightly and I can feel her heart racing, her body warm and inviting.
You are one lucky girl tonight. A goddamn virgin. I can’t fucking believe it.
We hug for a few seconds, until she finally lets go and heads towards the door. I wait until she disappears inside before I make my way back to the car. I’m in a thoughtful mood. Riley has definitely made an impression, but I just wasn’t ready for her being a virgin. That, for once, threw me for a loop.
I jump into the jag and head off. I am damn horny again. I need to fuck a woman tonight.
CHAPTER 9
Riley
I close the entrance door to the apartment complex behind me. My panties are drenched. I can almost feel the wetness trickling down my legs.
My goodness, I have never felt like this in my entire life.
Ethan’s kisses and fingers have left me so horny that there is a deep throbbing between my legs. The feeling is so exquisite, that as I head up the elevator all I can think about is his prick buried inside my virgin sheath.
Oh, the way Ethan’s fingers made me feel. I almost had an orgasm just by his fingers rubbing against my panties. Twenty-one years of sexual frustration almost came rushing out.
Shit, my slit is on fire.
The elevator ride is the longest of my life. Finally, it ends and I drag myself to open the apartment door in a state of sexual excitement. My nipples are rock hard, jutting out of my breasts, as if wanting to burst the fabric confining them.
If ever I wanted my tits sucked, the time is now.
Thankfully, Jada has gone to bed, since I am in no mood for female conversation tonight. What I want is something big and hard and it’s nowhere around.
Sadly, it’s tucked away inside Ethan’s pants.
I slowly undress and climb into bed, clad only in underwear. I don’t want to feel the confines of any clothing tonight. I want to feel the sheets against my naked flesh. My nipples tingle as they brush against the covers and biting my lips is all I can do to stop my fingers darting between my legs.
I can’t believe this one man has such an effect on me.
Had it all been a dream, or did I just have one of the most exciting nights of my life? And no, it hadn’t been with Alex, my usual knight in shining armor, but with almost a total stranger.
It was with Ethan, for heaven’s sake. The king of Cary Island.
Sleep comes, eventually, but it’s a restless slumber, filled with dreams and premonitions. Ethan Stone spells trouble, but he is one demon I am willing to confront.
***
“Riley, you look like shit. What happened to you last night, hunny?” Jada lets out a howl as I drag myself into the kitchen, hoping a cup of strong coffee will clear the cobwebs left by my hangover.
“Ethan…Ethan Stone and too much tequila happened,” I moan to my roommate, who wraps a sympathetic arm around my waist and seats me at the table inside the tiny kitchen.
“I warned you about that man. What did he do…try and get you drunk and take advantage of you?”
Even in my tortured state, I have to smile sheepishly. “No Jada, I guess I was trying to keep up with his crowd. People came over to our table at that hot new club Exodus, challenged Ethan to shots and he just kept knocking them back. I got caught up in the fun and drank a few.”
My temple still throbs like crazy.
“Hold on a second, I have just what the doctor ordered.” Jada disappea
rs from the kitchen, looking and sounding like a mother hen. She is back in a few minutes, with a glass filled with a red liquid.
“Drink this,” she commands. “This is the best remedy for a hangover, but make sure you are near the bathroom. It’s a Bloody Mary and it’s gonna make you puke up all that shit from last night.” I thankfully accept the drink and walk towards the bathroom door. I would try just about anything right now, just to get rid of this hangover.
I sip the Bloody Mary. It tastes awful, but I gulp it all down. “Stay near the bathroom. Don’t move,” Jada orders.
In a few seconds I understand why she is so insistent. I feel a churning in my stomach and everything starts coming up. I rush into the bathroom and spill by cookies into the toilet. I vomit for about a minute before washing out my mouth, brushing my teeth and re-joining Jada in the kitchen.
“How do you feel now, Riley?” She places a compassionate arm around my shoulders.
“Much better,” I reply. And I have to admit I do feel much better. All the alcohol from the night before seems to have been driven out of my system.
Jada allows my tummy to settle for a few minutes, before offering me an inviting cup of hot coffee. I sip on the delicious brew and start to feel like my old self again. “So spill the beans, Riley. Tell me all about last night with Mr. Sexiest Man Alive.” Jada giggles like a schoolgirl. Her eyes are alight.
“Well, jeez, the man is drop-dead gorgeous up close, especially when he’s all dressed up at nights.” I manage a wry smile.
“C’mon…c’mon more,” Jada urges me on.
“We had an amazing dinner at Le Chalet. The place is all that and more and the food is sinfully delicious…simply to die for,” I say. “He also told me about himself. Well, it seems his rivals in the business world are afraid of him.” I spew at Jada, whose eyes are wide open.
“And the other thing is, the man lives on his own private island in The Bahamas.”
“No freaking way, Riley.”
I pause for a while, waiting on my words to sink in and for Jada to digest them. “But, come on now, girl. Did he kiss you? And don’t tell me that you don’t kiss and tell?” Jada moves closer, hands propping against her cheeks, eyes bulging in anticipation.
“I won’t lie, he did…and Jada, it was amazing. I have never felt anything like it in my life.”
“Did you have sex with him?”
“I don’t believe you, Jada. I have been a virgin for twenty-one years, I told you I am not about to let a man stick it to me on our first date. I ain’t no hoe, okay.” Jada laughs and I soon chime in. We roll around on the kitchen floor like two schoolgirls for a few minutes before regaining our composure.
“So are you going to see him again?” Jada quizzes.
“I don’t know, hun. Ethan doesn’t like New York and hardly comes here, unless it’s big business. So I really don’t know.” A feeling of forlornness suddenly washes over me. I had not gotten a chance to think about Ethan leaving New York and by extension, leaving me.
“Don’t worry, Riley. If he’s really interested, a powerful man like that can easily find a way to see you any time he wants,” Jada sighs.
Her reasoning makes sense. Ethan can effortlessly fly to New York to see me if he wants to. I decide I won’t try and push for him to come back to see me. It will have to be his decision.
Suddenly the phone rings, interrupting my train of thoughts.
“Hello,” a familiar voice comes on the line. It’s Alex, the man who I have been interested in since he discovered me, but who treats me either like a kid sister or his latest project.
“Riley, I see you made the gossip columns, going out on the town with the great Ethan Stone last night.”
Am I imagining it or did I just detect a hint of jealousy in Alex’s voice?
“What do you …mean?” I stammer.
“Well, there are pictures of you everywhere on the Internet leaving Le Chalet with that megalomaniac Stone of all people. I didn’t even know you knew the guy.”
“Yes, we bumped into each other recently.”
“Listen, Riley,” there is more than a hint of concern in Alex’s voice. “You are young and impressionable. This guy rolls with the sharks. He is a big fish and downright dangerous. He breaks women’s heart into little pieces and I hear he has a violent streak in him.”
My body tenses as Alex’s speaks. “I can’t tell you who to date, but this guy has even been thought to have strangled one of his lovers so violently she ended up in the hospital. Riley, I think you should stay away.”
I frown. As much as I like Alex, he needs to understand that he is not my father. I want to tell him that, but I hold my tongue, out of respect for what he has done for me.
Riley is a big girl. Riley can swim with the sharks.
Alex says his goodbyes and I hang up the phone.
I guess he really does care for me or he wouldn’t sound so concerned.
And just like that my mind drifts back to the first time we met.
It had been a Sunday afternoon and I was feeling lonely. I had been in the mood to spend the day visiting my bestie, but she had to go see her parents. What a bummer.
I was starving, so I slid on a pair of almost too-tight jeans. No matter how I was feeling, I always liked to show off the body that God gave me. It was a cool afternoon and as I stepped outside, the breeze hit me smack in the face, making my nostrils flare and my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric that made up my tank top nestled under the sports coat I was wearing. When not at school I liked to go braless, being blessed with firm breasts that were always hard as cannonballs. My girls, as I liked to call them, are two of my outstanding physical attributes.
I decided to get something nice to eat. Food always snapped me out of my moodiness. I hailed a cab and got off at “Jimmy’s”, a local outdoor café that offered the most delicious food in town, as well as always having a nice, trendy crowd and exotic cocktail mixes.
“What will it be today, Riley?” Johnnie, my favorite bartender greeted me as I sauntered into the café. “No, don’t tell me. Let me guess, one blended fruit punch coming right up.”
I had to smile, Johnnie could always read my mood, which was what made him so popular as a bartender and earned him the adoration of clients. Many people journeyed far and wide from all across town to “Jimmy’s” just to listen to Johnnie’s banter, not to mention that he was one hell of a mixologist, whose special “Rockies” cocktail was famous nationwide.
The waiter offered me a seat at a corner table on the outside section of the café, which gave me a nice vantage point to observe persons coming and those already seated. Next, he brought over a menu which I took my time perusing. The worms appeared to be biting out a small section of my stomach lining. I was starving.
My eyes skipped up and down the menu as I wondered what I would have for lunch. Finally, it rested on the coconut shrimp. Seafood was my favorite so I ordered that dish. The waiter worked quickly and in no time I was digging into the tasty meal. The coconut shrimp in an apple chutney was indeed to die for and I had to catch myself from licking the remnants of the sauce from off my fingers.
The shrimp, coupled with a potato salad and washed down with a cold glass of blended tropical fruit punch, had me feeling on top of the world. It was then that my eyes glanced up and I noticed a well-dressed, white male seated at the bar staring at me. He had a curious look on his face, as if he was sizing me up.
I was used to men staring at me, so that was no big deal, but what made me take notice was the confident, smug look on his face and his mode of dressing. He seemed casually dressed, but given my knowledge of fashion, I could make out the expensive designer duds from a mile away.
I also made a mental note of the Rolex watch, somewhat loosely fitted on his wrist.
Very impressive, man. Well put together.
I started sizing him up as well.
The man finally got up and casually strolled in my direction. I had him in my headligh
ts, but kept my head down, still glancing at the menu in front of me, trying to give the impression as if I was having a difficult time in deciding what dessert to choose.
“I would suggest you have the crème brulee.” I heard a booming voice and tilted my head upwards. Knowing full well it was my admirer from the bar I flashed my most seductive smile.
“Thank you. How did you know? That’s one of my favorite.” I flashed another smile, my lips slowly parting, a trickle of saliva reflecting off the heavy ruby red lipstick.
“I know a lady with good taste when I see one,” he retorted, eyes piercing, as if trying to cut me in half.
I managed a meek “thank you” and waited on him to proceed. He was smooth, maybe too smooth, but I was enjoying his presence.
“May I sit down,” his hand was resting on the back of a chair, but he still stood, awaiting my permission.
“Of course, how can I refuse after your wonderful suggestion,” I replied. He gently eased out the chair directly in front of me and sat down, giving me a good view of himself and no chance for me to avoid his steely gaze. He looked about late-twenties, but rather distinguished, in a boyish sort of way. A thin gold chain adorned his neck. There was no wedding band, but the Rolex on one wrist and the gold bracelet on the other, spoke volumes.
“Hi, I’m Alex,” he said in a familiar way, as if he expected me to know that already.
“Riley”.
“I was watching you from the bar and on a Sunday afternoon like this I just hate to drink alone. You looked like you could use some company.”
“For real! Why do you think I do?”
“Well, for one, you are too pretty to dine alone.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
“I like dining alone. Sometimes I just come here and chill to get away from it all.”
“Is that my cue to leave?” He started getting up.
“No. Not at all, just saying…”
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