by Lillie Love
I closed my mouth and glanced at Hailey. Why was I telling her all these things? She was just the PR agent my dad assigned to me because he didn’t have the time to scold me himself. She wasn’t anyone… although, that wasn’t true. She was the kind of person that made me feel like I was just as important as what I did for a living.
“Anyway,” I said. “Tell me about you. You’re not originally from Denver, are you?”
Hailey shook her head and went with the topic change.
“Hell no. I’m a country girl.” She started telling me about her life in the country and I settled back and listened. It was so much easier to listen to someone else’s life than to talking about my own.
We arrived at the lodge after a long drive. I got out of the car and stretched my legs and my back. I hadn’t driven so far in a long time – I usually paid for a ticket. Doing it the old school way though, reminded me of my younger days. The trip had been comfortable.
Hailey walked into reception and checked us in. She came back with a roughly drawn map and a key.
“We just need to follow this road and then we’ll reach our chalet,” she said. We got back into the car and Hailey directed me. We followed a road that wound through trees, moving higher up into the mountain. Finally, we pulled through a large gate. I parked the car and leaned forward to look at the place through the windscreen.
Hailey laughed incredulously. “When they said chalet, I imagined something like a cabin.”
“You trying to get me alone in the woods?” I winked and got out of the car, loving the way she blushed each time I teased her.
The place wasn’t a cabin at all. It was a large, elaborate house nestled at the foot of the mountain. The whole thing was made of wood, with large windows. Lights were on in the house, bright and welcoming, and smoke curled out of the chimney. It was picturesque and inviting, and I was glad we’d come.
“This looks great, Woods,” I said.
She rolled her eyes at me teasing her and walked around the trunk. She wrestled her suitcase out.
“I’ve got it,” I said. She protested, but I shook my head and gently pushed her away, taking her suitcase. I was going to be a gentleman even if she fought me on it. She didn’t have to do it all herself and after what she’d arranged for us she definitely deserved a break too. This place was spectacular even by my standards.
Hailey unlocked the door and I brought the suitcases inside. The bedrooms were huge, with wooden floors and fur rugs. The windows were full length with a breathtaking view of the mountainside.
A fire crackled in the downstairs fireplace and the kitchen was huge, with marble counters and hidden lights above the cabinets. It was like a fully furnished permanent home, not a holiday destination, and I immediately felt at home.
“Hailey?” I called. I walked to the room where I’d put her suitcase. When she wasn’t there I walked through the rest of the house, looking in the office, the dining room, the guest rooms and the breakfast room. She wasn’t in the house at all.
Through the windows in the living room I saw her. She stood with her arms folded a short distance away from the house. She was looking out at the mountain, her back to me, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze. The sky was darkening. It wasn’t just the night creeping closer – dark clouds were building. It was going to rain, soon.
I left the house through the front door and walked toward her.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked when I was right next to her. She jumped.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said.
Hailey shook her head. “I was just lost in this view. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Thunder rumbled from the mountainside.
“We should get inside,” I said as my body grew hard. The set up was almost too much. A week away together in the mountains with her looking like an innocent sex kitten that had yet to be explored and me going on a few weeks of chastity? Fuck me. I’d have to have her.
“Just a second. I love it out here.” She didn’t move. She kept her eyes glued to the view. She watched the mountain and I watched her. Everything about her was different than the women I usually spent time with. She was delicate and strong, all at the same time. Her skin was like milk. I wanted to touch it, feel what she would be like beneath my fingertips.
Her eyes slid from the view to mine and she smiled. It was a secret smile, hiding something. Her eyes were a deep blue.
The first drops fell. Hailey looked up at the sky and it was as if the sky opened. The rain came down in a shower. I grabbed Hailey’s hand and we ran toward the house.
It wasn’t very far, but by the time we reached the house we were drenched. I pushed the door open and pulled us into the house. Hailey crashed into me, her hands on my chest while she laughed.
I don’t think I had ever heard her laugh in the sweet, free way she did then. It did something to me.
I put my hand on her cheek. Her breath hitched, her eyes finding mine. Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly parted and a ghost of a smile played across her lips. The atmosphere changed, charging intensely between us. I brushed wet strands of hair from her face. My eyes slid down to her lips and I couldn’t help it. I needed to taste her. “Don’t pull away from me.”
“No,” she whispered as she stiffened. She was terrified, and I found myself wanting to protect her – from me.
I lowered my mouth to hers, and paused, teasing her by brushing my nose by hers. “You want this, don’t you?”
“I hate you,” she whispered and closed her eyes, tipping her face up to mine. I brushed my lips against hers before kissing her properly.
When our lips touched something passed between us, something serious. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling. I traced her lips with my tongue and she gasped, opening her mouth for me, letting me in. Her breathing sped up and became erratic, her chest rising and falling. I slid my hands down her neck and onto her shoulders. I thumbed her collarbone. Her skin was wet and slippery beneath mine. Smooth. Perfect.
My body ached. My dick was thickening and throbbing and as I pulled her tighter against me. She had to know I was going to take her, to own her.
I broke the kiss for just a moment to look her in the eyes. Her pupils were fully dilated, her breathing shallow and erratic. All that from just a kiss? This woman was as innocent as if she had never been touched.
“I need to feel you beneath me.”
“No.” She shook her head but gripped me tighter. “I can’t, Zach. Seriously.”
“Yeah, you can.” I kissed her again, enjoying the soft wetness of her tongue. “And you will.”
Chapter 8: Hailey
He wouldn’t force myself on me. I knew he wouldn’t, but his demanding tone and confidence that I wanted him buried inside of me was almost too much.
I hadn’t needed to be touched before. I had several men after me in the past, but I’d never felt a spark with them. I believed in love at first sight, in Mr. Right and fairytale relationships. I believed in knowing when it was the right time, feeling those pieces fall into place when you met someone. I believed in my heart telling me what I should do.
Many people have told me it was a lie – that movies and books created misconceptions about a relationship. They told me that love at first sight didn’t exist, that a spark was just lust. You had to settle for companionship, they said, for compatibility.
If I had listened to them, I would have been with the first guy that came along. I wouldn’t had saved myself. I wouldn’t have waited.
When I’d met Zach, he was the furthest thing from a fairytale. I had no intention of being interested in someone that could charm as easily as he could, that was used to things falling into his lap the moment he wanted them. He’d been a spoilt little brat when I’d met him, sullen and sulky and difficult. But slowly, over the past weeks, I could see a change in him, a glimpse into the real person behind that façade of his. And along the way, I began to like him.
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p; Everything fell away the moment Zach’s lips touched mine. An electric current flowed from him to me through our lips and I gasped. My body flooded with heat and pooled between my legs. I barely felt the cold. My clothes were wet and clinging to my body, my hair sticking to my face, but I didn’t care. My senses were heightened. I was hyper aware of Zach’s body, how close he stood to me. His hands were on my cheeks, sliding down my neck. His thumb slid over my collarbone. The skin on my chest tingled with anticipation.
My chest felt tight, my breathing was shallow and erratic. When Zach looked at me his eyes were a bright green. If I looked too deeply I would fall forever. His chest rose and fell like mine did, but he seemed calm and collected, sure of who he was and what he wanted.
“You should stop,” I whispered against his lips as his hands moved over my back and squeezed the top of my ass. I moaned loudly as my body shook. Whether it was from the cold or the insatiable desire to belong to the bastard in front of me, I couldn’t tell. Probably a bit of both.
I was already coming undone at the seams. No man had touched me or kissed me the way he just did. Sure, I’d done a few things. I wasn’t completely green. But I was still a virgin and compared to him, I was completely lost.
“Ask me too, Hailey. Tell me you don’t want this.” He gripped my ass tightly and pressed his hips forward. The thick press of his erection against my stomach was enough to send me into overdrive. Fear raced through me, but it was stifled by the desire to know what it felt like to be taken by a man. A man like him. Every inch of me wanted him. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that made me decide to give him what I’d held back for so long, but I wanted Zach to be my first.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Zach kissed me again. He stepped right up against me, his body pressing against mine. His skin was scalding hot through our wet clothes. I felt his arousal, thick and hard, against my hip bone. My stomach turned and I shivered. This was all new territory for me.
Zach’s tongue was in my mouth again. His hand slid slowly down from my shoulder onto my chest, his fingertips on the bare skin above my neckline. His palm slid onto my breast. My nipple tightened, scraping against the soaked material of my bra. I put my hands around Zach’s sides, unsure what to do. He was completely in control. Did my uncertainty show? Was it obvious? Could he tell?
Zach’s hand remained on my breast. When I didn’t stop him, he massaged the mound. He rubbed my nipple with his thumb. It was like a switch, working me up, turning me on. He let go of my breast just long enough to find the hem of my shirt. He pushed his hand underneath the shirt and slid up. I squirmed when his fingers tickled my ribs. When he found my breast again he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth.
I gasped into his mouth.
Zach let go of me abruptly. I opened my eyes. He took my hand and led me to the staircase. He was headed for the bedroom, leading me with him. My stomach turned again, my heart hammered in my chest. A concoction of emotions settled in my stomach – nerves, excitement, arousal. Fear.
We walked into the bedroom, and he jerked me toward him, grabbing me and smiling. “Fuck, you look good wet. I bet you taste even better.” He leaned in and licked at my mouth, fully confident in himself. “Tell me you’ve never been with a man before, Hailey.”
Shock raced through me. Did he know? When I didn’t answer, he smiled and reached for the hem of my shirt. “I want this off. I want to see you.”
He worked the wet material over my abdomen slowly, as if he didn’t want to startle me. I lifted my hands, letting him take off my shirt. I stood in front of him in my bra and jeans, self-conscious and trembling.
“Your turn.” I reached for his shirt and helped him out of it. He wasn’t going to back down, and fuck me, I couldn’t either. I’d probably lose my job and end up homeless, but I would figure it all out later.
Zach lifted his arms just as I had and helped me get rid of the shirt by shrugging it over his head. I dropped the wet shirt with a plop on the floor where he’d discarded mine and reached forward to touch his chest. Zach’s muscles rippled under his clammy skin when he moved – he was toned, with abs cut like glass. The man in front of me was virtually a stranger. There was so little I knew about him.
I stepped closer to him, both hands on his pecs, and kissed him. I moved to his jaw and kissed my way down his neck, testing the waters. Zach tipped his head to the side and groaned. I took it as a sign that he liked what I was doing.
Zach clamped his hands around my wrists, holding me in place. He pulled away. I glanced up at him. What did I do?
He shook his head and swallowed, licking his lips before he spoke.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he said.
I smiled shyly. Zach let go of my wrists and cupped my cheeks again. He kissed me hard. His kissing was suddenly urgent. His tongue entered my mouth while he held my head in place, pressing his chest against me. His bare skin burned mine. Zach reached behind me and unclasped my bra, peeling it off my shoulders.
I stood before him, exposed and vulnerable and fought the urge to cover up. My pussy contracted, aching for penetration, but by the side of the budge in his pants, there was no way we were going all the way. I could get two fingers into myself on a long hot night. He was much, much bigger.
Zach looked at me, his eyes filled with wonder. He stared at me like he was committing the image of my nakedness to memory.
This was the point of no return, I realized. If I didn’t tell him to stop here and now, we would go all the way.
I didn’t want to stop him. I didn’t know what was coming, how it would feel or how I would react, but I didn’t want to stop him. Zach guided me toward the bed and lay me down on my back. He pulled off my shoes, my socks and undid the button on my jeans. He unzipped them and worked the jeans over my hips. He took the panties with him and growled softly.
“Fuck. I knew you’d look this good.” He smiled and moved back, running his fingers down through my breasts, over my stomach to part my lips.
I groaned and gripped the sheets. “I want to see you too. Get naked for me.”
“What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
He pulled down his own pants and kicked them off along with his shoes. My eyes were glued to his sex. He was hard and eager, the tip glistening with anticipation. Zach pulled his feet up one by one, removing his socks. I watched his erection bob as he moved.
Finally, he crawled onto the bed and lay down next to me, his body pressed against mine. His erection was against my hip, leaving a slick trail.
I thought he would climb onto me and do what he wanted to do, but Zach took his time. I was relieved. Zach didn’t know I was a virgin, but he treated me with more respect than I expected. He made it all about me and I needed that. This was a man who had been with countless women, no doubt, and still he treated me like I was the only one.
Maybe that was what made him so irresistible – not who he was alone, but who I was around him. I felt important, special, sexy…
His ran his fingers up my leg. When he reached the apex of my thighs I parted my legs for him. It wasn’t a conscious decision. He ran his fingers over my pussy again, dipping in a little as he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Hailey? Tell me so I can know whether to be careful with you, baby.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to think about that right now.” I reached for him, pulling him back over to kiss me.
He crawled up on top of me and made his way down my body, his mouth hovering above my mound. “Ever had a man drink you dry?”
“Fuck, no.” I whimpered as he opened my legs and pressed his mouth to me, licking and sucking until I was twitching and moaning beneath him. I came hard, buckling under his hands and whining his name like a whore.
“That’s it, Hailey. Let me have it.” He glanced up, his lips wet, his tongue flicking over my clit.
I moaned and flopped back on the bed. “Do you have a condom?”
“Of course.” He got up and moved onto the bed, handing me the rubber. “Put it on me.”
“What?” I took the package and sat up. “I don’t know how.”
“It’s not hard. Get to it.” He smiled, and I knew he only wanted to tease me more. Bastard.
I took my time rolling the bright blue rubber onto his thick shaft as I tried to ignore the way he watched me. Was I pretty enough? Sexy enough? Did it matter? He was ready to spend the night rolling around in the sheet with me. That was more than enough.
I finished and he moved toward me and shifted so that his body was on top of mine and my thighs fell open for him. He positioned himself at my entrance and I braced myself. When he pushed into me, I cried out.
A sharp pain shot through my body, making me whimper. Zach filled me up, fuller than I ever imagined possible. He waited a moment as if letting me adjust to his size before he moved back again, pulling out almost all the way. He pushed into me again. This time, it was only discomfort and it was paired with pleasure. He was inside of me and it forged a connection unlike anything I had ever felt.
“Oh fuck. You’re so tight, Hailey. Tell me if I hurt you, baby.” He rolled his hips and leaned down, consuming me with a hot kiss.
I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling. Zach moved in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up the pace. His hips moved against mine. My breasts jiggled on my chest as he rocked my body. He shifted, lifting up a little so that his shaft ran past my clit as he drove into my pussy. The sensation was more than enough to light me on fire.
Somewhere deep inside me a flame ignited. With every thrust, every wave of ecstasy, it coaxed the fire at my core, feeding it until I felt I was a raging furnace. I cried out when it consumed me, starting at my very midst and washing over me. I curled my legs around Zach’s body, holding onto his shoulders so hard my nails dug into his shoulders. I felt my body clamp down around his cock and I rode out this foreign feeling of exotic pleasure.