by Leah Holt
The closer she got, the more I wanted to reach out and grab her. I wanted to feel her thighs straddle my waist and her tits press into my face. My cock thickened at the image, stiffening and growing.
Shifting in place, I pushed my back into the cushion. “You were talking about not knowing what you were going to do, I thought maybe I could help you. You could work here—”
Cutting me off, she pointed down at me. “For you?”
“Yes, for me.” Nodding, I watched her face. I wanted to see her reaction and watch what she did with it.
Allie's face fell flat, her lids expanding as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “You want to be my boss?”
“I guess you could put it that way. But I want more than that.” I wasn't going to tiptoe around it anymore. She needed to know what I felt and what I wanted.
If she wasn't going to open up to me, then I was going to make sure she knew what I expected. Life wasn't a game of chess where I was going to guess her next move.
I was determined to make her mine and I wasn't going to let her say no.
Her hands fell to her sides, weightlessly drifting back and forth. “You want sex?” Wrapping her arm around her waist, she pointed down at me. “Is that what you're telling me?”
“What?” Jerking my shoulders forward, I held my palms out. “No—I mean—if you want to, but no.” Smiling, I felt a quick flutter in my gut. “What I'm trying to say is that the job offer isn't in return for sex.”
What the hell?
That didn't come out how I meant it to.
I wouldn't lie, yes, I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to the fuck the shit out of her right there. Shit, just the idea of being the one to pop her cherry mangled my brain.
I just didn't mean to make her think that was what I was asking for in return. I was a real man, I didn't need to bribe her for sex.
Allie was going to want it all on her own.
Giggling, she cupped her hands on her face. “Are you sure about that?” Her long legs took slow steps closer, hips swaying erotically back and forth. “The idea of sleeping with my boss is kind of a turn on.” Stopping in front of me, she hovered like a hungry lioness ready to pounce. Her tongue dragged across her lips as she leaned down and cupped my knees. “What do you think?”
Dragging my finger down her chin, I leaned back, pushing my hips up. “I think you better stop before you regret doing something you're not ready for yet.”
Squeezing her tits between her arms, she plumped them up over the trim of her shirt. “Who says I'm not ready? You?”
She had turned from temptress to siren, sweeping in and corrupting my mind. And yet, she was so irresistibly sweet.
If she kept this up, I knew one thing. . .
She wouldn't stay a virgin for long.
“Is that right?” I asked.
Thinning her lips, she smiled. “That's right.” Digging her nails into my knees, Allie brought her lips to the rim of my ear. “I think you should be wondering if you're ready?” The tip of her tongue flicked my lobe as her lips suckled it gently.
My cock jerked in my pants, pushing forcefully into the zipper. I felt my fingers tingling, ready to yank her down, forcing her pussy onto the hardened muscle. But I held back, keeping my hands at my sides.
She was saying she was ready, she was luring me in with her musical notes of desire. It was so fucking dangerous, she was so dangerous. Allie was playing with fire, lapping my body with a fatal lethargy.
Hormones are one hell of a drug, and hers had been held behind an electric fence, suffocated and dormant. I didn't want to corrupt her just yet—soon—but not yet.
“Let's slow down a bit,” I said, patting the cushion beside me. “Sit.”
Snapping her back straight, Allie threw her hands onto her hips. “Are you serious? I'm throwing myself at you and you're saying no?”
Holding up my hand, I wrapped my fingers around her wrist. “That's not what I'm saying at all.”
I didn't want her to misunderstand my intentions. I was more than willing to fuck her, I was more than capable to steal her innocence and make her mine. I just had to be sure she really wanted it.
There was no way in hell I wanted her to wake up tomorrow and regret giving her virginity away. I didn't want her to look at me with eyes of disdain and anger because I took the last thing she had left for herself to hold.
If she had gone this long without letting one dick break down her wall, I wasn't going to allow mine to be her first taste of shame.
I wasn't doing all this just for a one night stand or to hold the title of being her first.
I wanted her, I wanted us. . .
I wanted it all.
Allie's arm went limp, her hand dangling lifelessly. “What are you saying?”
“Look, I don't want to just have sex with you.” Taking in a deep breath, I looked up into her eyes. “I want your first time to be one you won't forget. And I can do that for you, but you have to know something. . .”
Blinking slowly, she stood silent. Her eyes were piercing, forcing my lungs to stop completely.
I didn't want to come on too strong, but after seeing her the first time, and finding her again. . . There wouldn't be another chance to make her mine.
“I won't make empty promises, but if you let me in, I'm never letting go.”
Chapter Ten
Alaska
What was he saying?
What could he possibly mean?
My chest was hurting from breathing so heavily, my ribs were aching from trying to keep my nerves in check.
He won't let me go?
His words were sweet and thick, filling my body with more than just this temptation to feel him inside me. I never wanted to just have sex with someone just to say I did it, and to hear him say something like that. . .
That was more than my mind could handle.
My eyes were baring down on his, trying to see if this claim was genuine or just a way to ease me into having sex. But he didn't break our stare, his eyes were static, reading mine too.
And I knew, Kealen meant what he was saying.
I knew nothing about him, but the feelings that hit me right then told me he wasn't bullshitting me. He wasn't holding me too close or being over dramatic and over affectionate. He wasn't making me promises of love and forever like a lot of guys might do to get in a girl's pants.
He was waiting, holding onto the air around us until he knew it was safe to breathe.
Until he knew I could see he meant every word.
That was it, that was all I needed. I had thought I was ready before, I had already decided that he was the one I would give myself to, and this just cemented that decision.
In one quick swoop, I threw myself onto him, crushing my lips onto his. His mouth was stagnant at first, shocked from the sudden onslaught of emotion steaming from my body.
His arms found their way around my waist as he hoisted me higher on his lap. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed his hard cock up and down against my pussy. The thick bulge between his legs brushed my sex, sending an earthquake of tingles through my belly.
Rocking my waist, our bodies moved in sync, rolling and colliding together. Pulling his lips away from mine, he kissed my throat, gliding his hands down my back and around my ass.
Every inch of my body was alive like I had never felt before. I could see the heat between us, I could feel the air as I took in slow breaths, I could smell the hint of lust soaking my panties. It was all living and growing around me, surrounding my body in this bubble I never wanted to break.
I was on the verge of coming already and he wasn't even inside me yet. His hands were moving wildly over my body, tearing at my hair and scraping down my back.
“Kealen, I need you.” Kissing his jawline, I nipped his neck. “I need to feel you.” My breathing was weighted, coming out in short, fast bursts.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, barely removing his mouth from my skin. “I need to know you're really ready.�
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His words settled over my brain, forcing me to question myself. Was this really what I wanted. . . Or was it just the excitement of going against the grain that lit my fuse?
The thought flickered, fizzling out as he stared up at me. I loved the way his eyes drew me in, I loved the way it felt to have him looking at me—just me.
Holding his cheeks in my hands, I forced his face up. “I'm ready, make me yours.”
There wasn't a doubt in my mind, I was his to take.
My skin was buzzing from head to toe, needy and delirious. I wasn't going to stop him, I wasn't going to change my mind. Tearing my shirt off, I started to stand and unbutton my shorts.
“Wait,” he said, reaching out and clasping my fingers. “Let me.” His hands tore at my clothes, determination coating his face.
Holy shit, I'm really doing this.
I was trying not to think, I just wanted to be in the moment. But that was hard to do when you knew what was coming. Baring it all, feeling it for the first time, it was a dream that had plagued me at night and boxed me in.
My heart palpitated inside my chest, careening around like a caged bird ready to be set free. A cold sweat beaded up on my neck, the icy droplets trickled down my spine, sending goosebumps over my skin.
Sex had this overpowering umbrella of good and bad. With it came euphoric sensations, feelings that could turn your head upside down and make you forget the world around you.
And then there was the dark side; broken hearts, jealousy, and regret. So many of the girls I went to school with had regretted sex at some point in their lives. They would live in the moment, letting their body take over and their brain to deal with the aftermath the next day.
That was something that had scared me for so long. I never wanted to feel bad about what I did with my body, and the boys I dated made that an easy decision to keep.
But Kealen was a man, he was a strong, firm, thick man. He was gentle and warm, mysterious and dirty. And in the depths of my soul, I knew. . .
I had waited for him.
Laying me down on the couch, Kealen stripped his clothes off, releasing his massive cock. Standing out straight, his dick was engorged, glistening at the tip. “Allie, I promise I won't hurt you.”
“I trust you.” I whispered, arching my back off the cold leather. “I don't know why, but I trust you.”
My body had taken over, bucking and rocking, waiting anxiously to feel him inside. My brain had finally released, shutting down the questions and fear I had about sex. Nothing was there, nothing but raw, gritty need.
His hand scooped under my neck, curling into the base of my skull. Lowering himself down, his chest tickled my nipples as he brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly. “If it hurts, tell me.” Licking my bottom lip, Kealen spoke into my mouth. “If you want it harder, tell me.” Biting my lip, he plucked it with his teeth. “I'm always listening.”
Bowing his hips, I felt the tip of his cock slip down and over my sensitive button. My pussy clenched as my thighs began to tremble. His engorged crown pressed my entrance, tempting me open.
My muscles strained, tightening into coiled knots. I could feel the blood as it rushed through my veins, heating my skin like I had just been standing next to an open flame.
The closer he got to being inside me, the more my body began to shake. Seeing his cock, feeling the thick muscle as it hinted its size outside my pussy was intimidating.
I knew the first time was supposed to hurt, that it could be uncomfortable and painful.
Can I even fit him inside me?
Holding steady, he brushed his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “Promise me something,” he said, twirling a strand around his finger and tugging.
Running my nails over his back, I asked, “What?”
“That no matter what happens, you never look back with regret.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just promise me.”
“I promise.” As the words left my mouth, his cock slid forward, disappearing inside. Tensing to the pressure, a sharp pain punctured my lower belly, making me gasp.
“You alright?” he asked, stopping his hips from moving forward.
Nodding, I gripped his back, scratching my nails down his skin. It hurt, my body felt stretched already to its limit and only half of him was buried inside.
“Don't worry, it won't always hurt.” Kealen's eyes never left my face, watching me carefully as he pushed more of his cock in slowly. “Tell me if I need to stop.”
“I don't want you to stop.” Kissing his forearm, I wiggled my hips beneath him. “Keep going.”
Every inch felt like it was thicker than the last, the pain spiked as the last of his cock vanished into my pussy. Snapping my eyes shut, I bit down on my lip. I was about to stop him, seconds away from telling him it hurt too much.
Then it happened.
All the discomfort and sharp pains fizzled away. The cramp in my belly broke free, dissolving into a new feeling. A wave of fire sparked across my skin as my pussy tightened then loosened around his hard muscle.
“Mm, Kealen.” Moaning loudly, my hips rocked with his pace.
Digging his head into my shoulder, he bit down on my collar bone. “Fuck, Allie, you're so wet.”
Picking up speed, his hips bucked faster and faster, gliding effortlessly in and out with my arousal. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he rubbed my needy button with each thrust.
I felt the tingles in my stomach first as my pussy pulsed with liquid fire. The orgasm filled my body, stealing my need to breathe, my need to speak, my need to move.
Kealen's mouth found mine as his breath hitched. His tongue danced inside my mouth, tasting and licking as his cock surged its life blood deep inside me. I felt the muscle thicken, jerking in quick spasms as his come filled me.
And as our bodies gave way and we both went limp, I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest. Pound after pound ricocheted over my skin and through my ribs, beating at the same rhythm with mine.
This wasn't just sex, this wasn't just a one night stand with some mysterious stranger. . .
This was so much more.
Lifting his head, Kealen cupped my jaw, pinching my chin. “I hope you realize you're mine forever.”
And as I peered into his eyes, I knew. . . He was right.
Chapter Eleven
Kealen
I laid next to her, watching her sleep. Her nose twitched as she rolled over, wrapping her leg over my waist and an arm over my side. Allie was everything I had ever wanted.
She was beautiful, smart, sexy, and had this youthful love for the things around her. I knew she was young, but that didn't change how I felt. And now she was mine.
Holding her close, we squeezed together on the couch in my office, and I tried to close to my eyes to get a little sleep. It was the weekend, so luckily no one would be in the office for the next two days.
Not that I cared, I owned the place.
But sleep wasn't finding my lids, I couldn't stop staring down at the woman in my arms.
Caressing her back, Allie nuzzled her head into the nook under my chin. She felt perfect in my arms, like she was made to fit there. For the first time in years, having a woman in my arms felt right.
I didn't care what her life was like before me, I was going to make her future better. Kissing the top of her head, I closed my eyes. I didn't think I had been out long, but when I opened my lids, Allie was standing in front of the windows as the sun cast a glowing ray on her skin.
She looked like an angel. Her skin was no longer ivory, but a blushed red. Her hair was shining, glossing the blonde with a bright orange streak. The curves of her back were slender, dipping into an hourglass, then flowing seamlessly into long smooth legs.
“Morning, Beautiful.” Sitting up on my elbow, I cupped the side of my head with a smile.
“Hey,” she said, smiling back at me over her shoulder. “This view is incredible.”
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nbsp; Chuckling, I grinned. “You're telling me.”
Letting my eyes ride her body, Allie giggled then wiggled her ass. “I'm glad you like it.” Leaning against the wall, she placed an arm on her hip and stared off into the hills. “I don't think I would ever get any work done if this was what I had to look at every day.”
Sitting up, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “You get used to it, but it does make being stuck in this room bearable.” Pulling her in, her head fell back onto my chest.
This was what I had been looking for, this was what my life had been missing all along. For all the years I spent alone, it was worth it to have her here with me now. I didn't want the moment to end, ever.
Batting her lashes, she looked up. “So, do you still want to be my boss?”
“Honestly, I just want you. That's all I need, that's all I'll ever need.” Kissing her neck, she closed her eyes and moaned the sweetest sound.
My cock bucked, jerking at the soft coo rolling off her tongue. Pushing my dick into her back, I ran my tongue across her collar bone, nipping her neck.
“You're bad,” she said, curling her arm around my neck.
“I'm not going to apologize.” Suckling her lobe, I dragged my tongue over the shell of her ear. “You're everything I've ever wanted.”
Arching her back into my stomach, Allie rolled her hips. “Can I ask you something?” Rubbing my nape with her hand, her fingers found their way into the base of my hair.
“Anything, you can ask me anything.” Squeezing her hips, I slid my hand over her belly and around her waist, holding her closer. “I'll never tell you no.”
“How can you be so sure I'm what you want?” Twisting her body, she snuggled up to my chest. “We just met and you know nothing about me. How can you know?”
“Allie. . .” Cupping her cheeks, I lifted her face up to mine. “There's something you need to—”
Ding Ding
The beeps came from inside her purse, silencing my confession. Glancing to her bag, she cocked a brow. “That's weird, I haven't gotten a message in forever.”