by Holly Hart
I’ve seen men give in to drink, and women to drugs. I’ve seen human beings copulate like animals beneath an underpass. All that time, I held onto the one thing that was mine – and mine alone – to give –
– my virginity.
“Jesus, Penny,” Charlie groans. “You’re something, you know that?”
Apparently what I said was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Charlie grabs me and rolls me over, so that he’s on top. The blinds over the windows are still pulled down low, and the room’s only lit by the dull glow from the idling television. It’s the only light we need.
Charlie caresses me with rough hands. He unbuttons my top, and in seconds it’s on the floor. Suddenly this is moving faster than I could have anticipated.
It’s faster than I can stop. But I don’t want to.
My skin is on fire. It feels like waves of flames are rippling against me, like hot wax is dripping down from above. Charlie layers a stream of kisses down my front. He starts at my lips, circles my neck, and kisses his way down my stomach.
I flinch. God, it feels so good. I want to give in. I want to feel Charlie’s tongue between my legs. I want to feel those things I’ve dreamt about for so long.
“Charlie,” I whisper. “Wait…”
Charlie pulls back, concern pooling in his icy gray eyes. Except, right now, they aren’t icy. They are burning up with desire: for me.
He steals the breath clean out of my lungs as I meet his gaze. I’m struck dumb. I can’t speak, think, or even breathe for the sight of him.
“What is it?” Charlie asks.
He speaks in a throaty, concerned voice. It’s the strangest thing – he makes me want to strip the clothes from his back, to leave red scratch marks down his spine… and it also makes me melt inside.
“Just –,” I stammer. “Just go slow.”
Charlie doesn’t reply. Not with words, anyway. His expression changes back from worry to lust. He pushes me back down against the sofa, straddles the top of me.
“I’ll go slow,” he growls. “So slow you’ll beg me to stop torturing you. So slow you’ll press your legs together to try and hasten your orgasm, and I’ll tear them right back apart. You’re going to come, Penny. Come so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“Yes,” I murmur. “Please.”
Charlie’s words fill me with a thrill I’ve never experienced. He makes me feel dirty, wanton – makes me desire nothing more than to be used.
I don’t feel clean, not after what I’ve got planned for Charlie’s fortune – whether I go through with my theft or not. In a way, this is like punishment for something I’ve not even done.
I deserve it.
I deserve everything he’ll give me.
And none of it.
Charlie’s hands drop to my waist. He unbuckles the woven belt that circles my hips, and whips it out of the loops that hold it, one arm bulging beneath his crisp white shirt.
“Tell me what you want first,” Charlie says. His eyes surf my skin. I can feel the heat of his gaze – and the weight. It’s like a herd of charging buffalo riding my skin.
“What?” I pant.
“You heard me,” he says. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
Charlie speaks with rough, forceful sincerity.
It’s hard – but it’s also terrifying. He’s making me someone I’m not – not yet, at least. He’s making me his little slut. I know that Charlie Thorne would never put it that way. In his perfectly tailored suits and his crisp white shirts, those kinds of words would never roll off his tongue.
But it’s the truth.
And it’s what I want.
“I want you inside me,” I moan as Charlie drags his fingernails down the front of my body. “Now. I don’t want anything else.”
That’s a lie. I want so much more than that. I want everything that Charlie can – and will – give me. And I want it now. I don’t want his tongue between my legs, his fingers. I’m soaking wet already; as wet as I’ve ever been – no, make that more.
“You’re the boss,” Charlie smirks.
He pulls my jeans down my legs, ripping them past my ankles. I have the craziest thought out of nowhere.
Maybe I could hire Charlie full-time to undress me – not for sex, just when I struggle to get out of my jeans, and have to hop around on one foot. It would save me minutes every day: hours every week; days every month;…
And then the heat between my legs sweeps the silliness from my mind.
Charlie grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me up. He slips his other hand around my torso and unclips my bra. It joins the quickly growing pile of clothing scattered around the penthouse floor.
The air kisses my skin, and then Charlie does as well. I moan with approval.
Charlie drags my panties off. I need to buy something sexier, something that doesn’t scream Plain Jane, but now’s not the time. I press my legs together, trying to hide the fact that I still haven’t shaved the red bush between my legs.
I’m not used to this new world where I have to keep myself trimmed. I went nineteen years without anyone ever seeing me naked – anyone other than me, anyway. It’s hard to get my head around.
“Don’t do that,” Charlie growls.
He drags his finger up my soaking slit, then brings it his mouth and tastes it – looking me directly in the eye. “I want you – all of you. Don’t fight me.”
After hearing those words, I melt. How can I do anything else? The embarrassment about my landscaping fades away, replaced by a surging tidal wave of desire.
Charlie pushes me back.
I collide with the couch, and the air gets forced out of my lungs. I struggle for breath, but Charlie doesn’t give me a chance to recover. He leans forward, pressing his mouth against mine, and pushes my legs apart with his free hand.
He enters me with one long, thick finger. I tip my head back and moan, Charlie doesn’t stop. He lays a trail of kisses down my neck.
“Jesus, you’re wet,” he says with pleased surprise.
“For you –,” I whisper.
I don’t even know what I’m saying. Nerve endings are firing pleasure at me from every inch of my body. Not at once, but from every place Charlie’s hands roam: which is everywhere; and, all at once.
“Unbutton my shirt,” Charlie commands.
I hesitate before doing exactly as he orders. I swallow, and reach up, tussling clumsily with the ivory buttons. I gasp as I reveal Charlie’s chest. It’s as perfect as I remember: maybe more so.
He shrugs the shirt off, and unbuckles his belt himself. He levers his body up, and I finish the job by kicking his pants to the floor. His cock hangs between us. It’s thick, thicker than I ever imagined possible, and long.
“Can I…” I whisper. “Can I touch it?”
Charlie beams, as though I offered him the greatest present in the world. “You’re the boss,” he says again.
I reach out and touch a man’s penis for the first time in my life. It’s not what I expected. I don’t know what I did expect, but it wasn’t this. Charlie’s cock is rock hard, and burning hot. I play with it with wondrous desire.
“Softly,” he whispers, closing his eyes. I do as Charlie orders, tracing my fingers up and down his shaft.
“You like it?” He growls. His eyes spring open. I nod wordlessly.
He smirks. “It likes you.”
Charlie presses his mouth on mine one last time, and lowers himself toward me. I hear a crinkle, and a condom appears from God knows where. I’m glad. I didn’t want to have to ask. But Charlie’s clearly an expert. That’s good, I think.
My chest rises and falls quickly. I can’t claim that I’m not nervous, not anymore. I’m practically sweating!
“I’ll stop the second you tell me too,” Charlie says.
Then I feel the heat of his fingers on my inner thigh. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip. All of a sudden I’m stricken with worry. What if there’s
something wrong with me? What if it hurts too much? Maybe I should tell Charlie to stop… Say I’m not ready?
“I’m nervous, Charlie,” I whisper.
“I know. It will be worth it, I promise.”
“It had better –”
It is.
I moan. “Be…”
I feel the heat radiating off Charlie’s cock between my legs. It’s like an iron taken straight out of the fire. He pushes into me – just an inch – not even: a fraction of an inch inside me. I don’t know where Charlie’s heat ends and mine begins.
It feels amazing. He feels amazing.
Charlie’s barely inside me, and yet this is already better than I could have imagined. Better than I ever dreamed.
And then Charlie’s huge, thick cock meets a resistance inside me. It’s just a pressure at first, and then my eyes spring open as I realize what’s about to happen. I’m about to lose my virginity – for good. Once Charlie takes me, I’ll never be able to go back to the girl I was.
I search Charlie’s face, and see a look of pure, unadulterated lust. For a second I don’t know whether he’ll succumb to his deepest desires, and use me, then leave me. I don’t know where the fear comes from – perhaps the deepest part of me.
But Charlie’s not like that.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He says. His voice is low, gruff – a throaty growl that has me purring with delight.
“For you.”
I am. It’s true. I’m finally ready for a man to take me, to make me a woman. And not just any man. Charlie Thorne. My husband.
“Look at me,” Charlie whispers. He rests his palm on my left cheek and stares me directly in the eyes.
I do as I’m told.
I could get lost in Charlie’s eyes, wander them forever –
Except this is the moment. My eyes water and I bite my lip. A tear blurs my vision. Charlie pushes through the barrier inside me. He does it slowly, never looking away, sharing the pain with me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
Not because it feels good, because in truth, it hurts like hell; but because I want to rip off the Band-Aid. The heat inside me, the lust that’s driving me on, that’s not going away. I need to get past this.
And I do.
Charlie groans as his hips meet mine, as he buries his cock as deep inside me as it will go. “Jesus, Penny,” he growls. “You’re so freaking tight.”
My head tips back as my nerves jangle one last time. “Thanks,” I hiss. “I guess…”
“How are you feeling?” He asks anxiously. “Sorry – I forgot. It – you – just feel so goddamn good.
“How do you think I’m feeling?” I whisper. I’m drowning in Charlie’s eyes. The big, loving gray orbs glisten as they look down at me, looking for all the world like huge gas giants floating through space.
Charlie looks down at me sadly. “You want me to stop?”
“After getting this far?” I growl, this time. “Hell no.”
That’s all the encouragement Charlie needs. He goes slow, grabbing my shoulder and using it for leverage as he thrusts inside me.
I whimper with every stroke. It hurts, and yet it doesn’t. It feels incredible, like nothing I can ever dreamed, yet that pleasure is laced with pain.
And then the pain begins to fade.
And then it’s fireworks.
My fingernails bite into Charlie’s back, clawing deep, red lines as he pushes into me, as my entire body rocks with the force of his thrusts. Every time I scratch him, he growls, but the pain seems to drive him on.
I love it.
I need it.
“Charlie, I’m –”
Coming.
The realization hits me with the force of a ship running aground. It rocks me back. For a second, I’m stunned. This is it. It’s happening.
And then the blackness sets in on my vision. I try to clench my legs tight, doubling the pleasure building between them. My fingernails dig into Charlie’s skin, I bite his shoulder, and I feel his heat explode inside me.
My orgasm is beyond anything I could’ve imagined. It’s an explosive pleasure that rolls around my body like a storm of fireworks.
It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
“You know, girl,” Charlie whispers into my ear, panting as he lowers himself down. “You’re worth every penny…”
Chapter Sixteen
Charlie
I reach down and run my fingers through Penny’s flowing red hair. I don’t remember feeling this content, not for a long time.
We’re lying on top of the bed, still slightly sweaty from sex, and I can’t tell if she’s awake or asleep. Her chest rises and falls gently, and my eyes are drawn to her nipples. One of her breasts is half-covered by long strands of hair, but the other stands proud and free.
I feel my cock responding to the sight.
Penny moans, rolls her neck and looks up at me. She winks at me when she notices my growing cock. “Like what you see?”
I glance down. “I could say the same to you…”
The thing is Penny is right. I’m just shy of thirty years old – hardly an old man – but I can’t remember the last time a girl had this kind of effect on me. I’m not saying I’m a two pump chump – I can outlast the best of them – but it’s hard to remember a time when I was ready to go for round two so quickly.
Penny rolls over, and combat crawls her way up my body. She rests her head on my chest, and now her hair falls down and covers my eyes. I scrunch my face up and blow it away. Penny giggles. It’s a delightful, innocent sound.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
I’m not an idiot. I know that Penny will remember what we just did for the rest of her life. Not because I’m a demon in the sack, but because no girl ever forgets losing her virginity. I saw the way Penny hid a grimace as I entered her, the way she bit her lip and hissed to mask the pain.
Penny cranes her neck until she meets my gaze. “What, you mean down there?”
I nod. “Did it hurt?”
Penny laughs out loud. “Are you kidding? With that thing between your legs? What do you think…”
It’s hard to hide the smug smirk that creeps onto my face. I don’t know what it is – maybe it’s just a guy thing – but any time a girl complements the size of your cock, it makes your day.
“I take it that’s a yes?”
Penny’s eyes widen. “I won’t walk straight for a week.”
I laugh. “I’m not sure I will either. You’re… You’re something else, Penny Thorne.”
Penny arches eyebrow. “I know,” she says. “But trust me, Charlie. However blue your balls are getting right now, it’s not even a percent as painful as –.”
She blushes.
“– Ah, hell: I guess there’s no need to be shy anymore, is there; as my vagina right now.”
I hold my hands, and pull my head slightly off the pillow. “Hey, you asked for it…”
Penny pouts. “I guess. But you didn’t have to be so –”
“Enthusiastic?” I ask.
I trail a finger down Penny’s perfect, almost virginal pale skin.
I do it with a sense of pride, of ownership. I’ve done something of incomprehensible importance – something I’ve never done before. I took Penny’s virginity. She gave me the greatest gift that any woman can give. She trusted herself to me: so completely, so utterly, that she gave me her most vulnerable moment.
I don’t know what I can do to repay her, but whatever it is, I’ll give it.
“That’s one word,” Penny grunts. I blink, and shake myself out of this train of thought.
“I think it fits,” I interrupt. “Besides, how could I not be enthusiastic?”
“What do you mean?” Penny says. She looks a little uncertain, now, as if she has no idea where I’m going.
I straighten my finger, and drag my fingernail down Penny’s breast. I stop an inch above her left nipple, knocking the fiery strands of red hair away, and start to circle th
e dime-sized patch of darker pink skin.
Penny hides a little gasp. Goosebumps breakout on her skin, and her arm hairs stand on end.
“You know what I mean,” I whisper.
I do it so that Penny has to strain to hear the words coming out of my mouth. So that she’s forced to move her head closer to mine. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
Penny nods, and her soft, conditioned hair strokes my skin. I resist the urge to shiver with pleasure.
“Okay. You’re irresistible, Penny. Even if you hadn’t interrupted that meeting, I don’t think that I would have been able to stop myself. I’d have locked the doors to my office and seduced you.”
“What makes you think –” Penny whispers.
“– That I could?” I chuckle. I lean forward and nibble on Penny’s right earlobe. She closes her eyes and opens her neck up to me.
“Don’t deny it, Penny. I saw the way you looked at me the second you walked into my office. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”
Penny drags an uncooperative tongue across painfully dry lips. She seems to shiver as I speak. “That’s not how I remember it…”
“Oh, sure,” I say. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, and her eyelids flicker shut.
“I was looking at you as well: from top to bottom, Penny. Wondering what was underneath that sexy little skirt, wondering what the slit between your legs would taste like. Wondering how you’d moan when I lay you down on your back and fucked you on my desk.”
Penny pants. Her cheeks redden slightly, and I see her hand drift downward from where it’s resting on her belly. It’s an automatic, instinctive reaction. It crests the mound of her pussy before she realizes what she’s doing and drags it away.
I laugh. “Touch yourself, if you want,” I say. “I won’t judge you.”
Believe me, I won’t judge you.
In fact, suddenly it’s all I want to see: Penny on her back, probing her wet folds while I play with her breasts. I want to order her to touch herself. I want to see the look on her face when she agrees, when she fulfills her filthiest fantasies with me urging her on.