First Love Second Chance

by Kira Blakely

  Chapter 6

  Casper Argent was looking at me like he could read my thoughts. He practically had me cornered, and like a fool, I made no attempt to escape. He had me hypnotized with his burning gaze. My own burning desire was searing through my body, through my skin. I was desperate for his touch.

  He lunged at me, and this time I had no strength or desire to push him away. I kind of fell into him, he caught me with both hands, and our lips met in one crazy motion. It was like he had anticipated what I was going to do, and he was ready and waiting for it. Like I was a puppet and he made me fall into his arms.

  Casper’s lips were on my mouth, and I was kissing him back. It was a ferocious kiss, a hungry kiss, like we had been waiting for decades to finally have our bodies meet. The reality was that I’d met him less than an hour ago, but our bodies had done all the talking.

  He used his tongue to part my lips, and I let him in. The way he thrust it inside my mouth gave me a preview of what it might feel like to have his cock slide inside me. He was kissing me, exploring my mouth with his. I bit down on his lower lip, and he didn’t even wince.

  He was holding my face with both his hands as we kissed. It lasted forever, and when I finally pulled away, I was breathless. But thirsty for more.

  He could see it in my eyes, a glazed-over look that told him that I wasn’t ready to run away yet. His hands flew from my face and down my arms, gently tracing the skin with his fingertips. While he kept his eyes on me, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his glistening lips.

  “I can see you’re ready,” he said breathily in a soft murmur, moving his face near my left ear, like he was telling me a secret, even though there was nobody else in the room. When he pulled away, I slowly nodded. This was no time for pretense; no use in pretending. I was ready from the first moment I saw him.

  The knots in my belly grew tighter, my wetness throbbing. Just his words would make me come if he said them again. I pressed myself to him as his fingers lingered on my arms. My hips centered against his so that our groins were touching now. I could feel his erection, that bulge that I had been admiring, that had barely grazed my face earlier. Now it was thrust between my thighs. Through the fabric of my long skirt, and through his jeans, I could feel his throbbing cock. He was right; it would be very easy for him to simply part my legs and slide in.

  “Lily.” He said my name hoarsely, like he was trying to teach me a lesson. Like I should be really paying attention now. His voice echoed in my soul, and my body shook. Now he could feel the goose bumps on my skin with his fingers, and he looked at them and smiled. He was enjoying this, enjoying the reaction each of his movements, his words, had on me.

  Then he grasped the small of my back and ground me against him. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he grabbed my earlobe with his mouth and started sucking on it.

  It was a weird feeling, my earlobe in his mouth, the tug of his teeth… My eyes shut of their own accord, and my lips parted. Then his mouth was on mine again. His hands left the space on my back and were slowly finding their way up my blouse. He slipped them in under the fabric so that his hands were on my bare torso now.

  “Casper, don’t. You’re torturing me,” I said in a voice much louder than his. It was torture the way his fingers slowly grazed up my skin. My wetness was growing, and my thighs drew apart subconsciously. I could imagine him slipping deep inside me.

  His grasped my breasts, pinching my nipples in the same motion. I winced again, desperate for his mouth on them. I wanted him to suck on my nipples the way he was sucking on my earlobe. But he didn’t. He kept me hanging, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the devilish smile on his face. He was happy I’d said that. He was glad he was torturing me.

  “What if I do this?” he murmured, and lowered his head to my body. My back instinctually arched to accommodate him. He lifted my blouse up to my neck and started licking my cleavage. The feel of his velvety tongue on my skin, slowly tracing down… it was too much. I was going to scream if he didn’t stop.

  I straightened myself and quickly lifted his shirt before he could do anything else. I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. If he wasn’t going to go faster than this, I was going to torture him, too.

  His torso was ripped. Chiseled and shining, his chest was smooth and bulged with the muscles I had predicted he was hiding. His waist was narrow, and a slim line of hair dropped down from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. His jeans. I had to have his jeans!

  I started unbuckling his belt, and as I did, I noticed the smile on his face. Like he knew something that I didn’t. The belt came off, and his jeans went down his legs.

  I thought I was prepared, but I wasn’t. His cock was big – bigger than any other I had seen. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and it sprang out at me, his erection hard and growing with every passing second.

  With his raging erection, I couldn’t understand how Casper was in the mood to laugh. My body registered the presence of that enormous cock and reacted accordingly. I was dripping wet, afraid now that my juices might start sliding down the insides of my thighs. I wanted him badly. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.

  Before I could do anything, he grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it while he watched me.

  “You have to be patient, Lily,” he said hoarsely. The laughter had disappeared from his voice.

  I licked my lips and breathed in, watching him stroke himself.

  “You do it, too. Stroke yourself, Lily. I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said, keeping his eyes on my breasts. I felt dazed, like I was under a spell, and I did exactly as I was told. None of my friends would believe it. Lily doing exactly what she was told! Imagine that.

  I slipped my blouse over my head, displaying my sexy red lace bra. Then the skirt came off, bunching in a heap on the floor. My panties matched my bra, and I parted my legs.

  Casper was standing in front of me, continuing to stroke himself, while I stood facing him, my legs parted and my fingers afraid to go anywhere close to my wetness. I wasn’t sure how my body would react to that. How would I be able to have any shred of control over myself once I went there? Once he saw me go there?

  “Now,” he said, a little sternly, and I parted my lips in anticipation. My fingers were quivering as I slid my hand down, finding the wet, slippery center of myself. I tried my forefinger first, slowly sliding it inside me, watching him watch me.

  “Don’t cheat, Lily. Do it,” he said, a smile forming on his face. I slid my finger in farther. A moan rose up my throat. It was too much to bear. I was too weak. The stroking motion made my body shake, and he was stroking himself faster. I bit down on my lip, increasing the thrust of my finger, grinding it on my clit. I groaned again, this time a little too loudly. Then he laughed again.

  Casper was laughing at me while he stroked himself. His shoulders jutted out. His naked body was the most delicious thing I had ever seen. His steely blue eyes were looking at me, his hair perfect. And yet, he was laughing.

  I slipped my finger out of myself and bent to pick my skirt up.

  “Hey, no, what’s the matter?” Casper asked, trying to control his laughter. But his face was still enveloped in a broad grin, like he was happy that he’d achieved his mission to watch one of the protestors filled with sexual longing for him.

  “I have to go,” I said, ignoring him. I turned myself away from him and started putting my blouse back on. When I turned around, I saw that he had pulled up his jeans, too. That was quick!

  “Hey, Lily, maybe we should sit and talk first?” he said, in his usual calm voice. He didn’t care that he was shirtless. He wanted me to see him shirtless, remember him shirtless. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and now, finally, I had my senses back in order and I was onto him.

  “You’ve gotta be kidding me. I have to go,” I said, running my hands quickly through my curls in a flourish.

  Casper smirked at me and dug his hands into his pockets again. “That’s a shame. But
if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said, still completely sure of himself.

  I brushed past him, trying to ignore the desperate longing I was still feeling for him in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t deny my desire for him, but thankfully my brain had kicked into action at the right time.

  I ignored him entirely as I rushed out of the room toward the elevator outside. The door to the office closed behind me, and I couldn’t hear anything else. Casper could have still been laughing his ass off for all I knew.

  I pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly until it finally pinged and the doors opened. I jumped in.

  The whole way down, I couldn’t think of anything other than the absurdity of what had just taken place. How did he manage to put me in that situation? How had I been incapable of resisting him? One moment, I had been knocked down in a crowd of unruly protestors, and in the next instant, I was stripping down and touching myself for the benefit of a stranger.

  Well, maybe not for his benefit entirely… but nonetheless! I had never done something like this before. This was completely out of character. I didn’t know whether to feel ashamed of myself or angry.

  I walked out of the office building to face a mob of angry fellow conservationists.

  “Where on Earth have you been? Were you in there talking to them?” The woman who had spoken to me before caught my attention. Most of them saw me coming out through the office doors.

  “Yes, yes, we were talking,” I said distractedly to her, before scurrying away. I needed to get out of here.

  Chapter 7

  Zoe pushed her food around on her plate with a fork.

  “I can see you doing that. Just eat them, Zoe. You know you have to,” I said, looking at her plate over the open pages of my book. Marla was working a night shift again, which meant that Zoe was going to spend the night with me.

  I had tons of material to get through before my class on Monday. My dissertation was nowhere close to being complete, and a dull ache pounded at the back of my head just from thinking about it.

  “I hate boiled carrots.” Zoe turned her lips up and made a snooty face.

  I furrowed my brows and tried to give her a sour look. It didn’t work because she knew that I couldn’t really ever be mad at her.

  “Just eat your dinner, Zoe. Aunty Lily needs to study,” I said exasperatedly.

  Secretly, I was glad for the distraction, because ever since I had gotten back to the house, I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, about what had happened and what I had done. I don’t know if I was embarrassed as much as I was in shock. What was it about Casper Argent that had made me behave in the way I did? How could I have lost myself so completely?

  Zoe grabbed the plastic cup of water beside her on the table with both her hands, and in an instant, the cup slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor. I stood up in a jerk, my face twisted up in a frown. I slammed my book down on the table. I wasn’t really annoyed with Zoe. I was just mad at myself.

  “I’m sorry, Aunty Lily. I didn’t mean it,” Zoe whimpered, her face turning red.

  She didn’t expect that reaction from me, and I was shocked by it as well. I was the fun person in her life. Marla was a strict mother who made sure Zoe was in bed by eight and ate no candy after five in the evening. But she was the apple of my eye, my godchild, the sweetest girl I had ever met who I was also helping to raise. And in my eyes, Zoe could never do any wrong.

  But tonight, I was taking out my frustration with myself and what had happened with Casper on this poor child.

  “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” I said, plucking a kitchen towel off a shelf and wiping down the wet floor.

  “I’ll eat my carrots. Just please don’t be mad at me,” Zoe said, her lips pouted.

  I straightened and roughed up her hair before forcing myself to smile.

  “Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Just eat your dinner, and then we’ll get you ready for bed,” I said, pinching her chin and giving it a wriggle.

  “Oh please, Aunty Lily… it’s only eight-thirty. Can’t I stay up for half an hour longer?” Zoe begged.

  I licked my lips, trying to stop my face from turning red again. I didn’t want her to be able to see the frustration in my eyes. I needed some alone time. I needed to think over what had happened. Get my thoughts back in order. None of which I could possibly do if Zoe was going to stay up.

  “You’re going to bed now, young lady,” I said, grabbing my half-empty plate off the table and slapping it into the kitchen sink. It made a loud clambering sound as I did it, which startled Zoe again. I could see the confusion on her face. In the six years that she had known me, she had never seen her Aunty Lily in such a bad mood, at least not around her. I had always managed to keep my frustrations and anger out of Zoe’s sight. But not tonight.

  Zoe had fallen silent. I wished I could offer her some kind words to make her feel better, because she was only being a kid. She hadn’t really done anything wrong. But I didn’t want to open my mouth in fear of what I might end up saying. What other caustic words might come spewing out of my throat? And all this because of a man!

  “I’m done with dinner, Aunty Lily,” Zoe said, jumping off the chair and handing me her plate.

  I took it from her in silence and started washing up.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see that she was standing there with a vacant, confused look on her face, wondering what was going on, where her lovable, happy Aunty Lily had disappeared. But I didn’t want to look at her, out of shame and guilt.

  “Thank you,” I muttered after several minutes of silence.

  “I’ll brush my teeth and get ready for bed,” Zoe said, turning around to go into the spare bedroom, which was always reserved for her. It’s not like I had family or friends coming over to stay at my place that often.

  I didn’t reply to her or acknowledge what she said. Instead, I continued washing the dishes in silence. I could hear her brushing her teeth in the bathroom, then changing into her night clothes. I couldn’t even look at myself. It had been several hours, but I still couldn’t forget what I had done in Casper Argent’s office.

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  I was blinking up at the ceiling, aware that it was too late to still be awake. But my mind was doing that horrid thing it does when it’s overworked: it just wouldn’t shut off. I could picture Casper’s sandy blond hair, his chiseled bare torso, and now, in the seclusion of my room, I could think about his cock as well. I was allowing my mind to wander.

  I usually slept in pajamas, but for some reason, tonight I’d gotten into bed without any clothes on. Under the covers, I was completely naked, and I could clearly see Casper’s bare body floating before my eyes. I didn’t have to imagine too hard; I had seen him with my own eyes. I had seen him stroking himself, that smile on his face, his beautiful, smooth, silky bronze skin, those dazzling blue-gray eyes. I knew exactly what he looked like under all his clothes.

  When I touched my breasts under the covers, I realized that my nipples were hard – painfully hard – for Casper’s mouth. As much as I was ashamed of what I did earlier, angry with myself for having debased myself in front of a stranger, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about him any longer. I fantasized about what it would have been like if we’d actually had sex.

  I could remember the kiss exactly, how his tongue sought out my mouth, what it felt like when he parted my lips and shoved his tongue in. My hand wandered down to my throbbing wet center now. I wanted him inside me again.

  With one swift motion, I threw the covers off. I didn’t want the barrier. I was also sweating, even though it was a relatively cool night. My body was covered in a thin film of perspiration as I dreamed about Casper’s chiseled torso, how he smelled, how his mouth tasted.

  My forefinger slid into me. I wasn’t planning on doing it, but it happened. I gasped when I felt it sliding in, imagining Casper’s finger there instead of my own. Before my eyes, I could
see his huge cock swinging between his legs, how he held it in his hands like it was some kind of weapon… a weapon for my destruction.

  I threw my head about on my pillow and bit down on my lower lip. My middle finger slipped in as well as I continued to stroke myself. I could feel my fingers slipping and sliding in my own juices. It was easy for me to reach that central spot, the one that made my body shiver and my toes curl. Casper Argent was too delicious, too tempting to not think about as I continued to stroke myself.

  I was afraid I was going to draw blood as I bit down on my lip harder. But I didn’t care anymore. My body quivered ferociously as I thought about his lips on my body, his tongue leaving a wet trail down my hot belly, down my navel, reaching down to my throbbing wet center before he thrust his tongue into me. The same way my finger was thrusting now, repeatedly, harder, with more force.

  I was pounding into myself, biting down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Casper Argent’s tongue was inside me, then it was licking my clit, sucking on my sex, slipping in and out. Stroking me there where I knew I would lose control.

  My body was wet, my hair was damp, and a low gasp escaped me before I bit down on my lip again. Casper’s big hands were clutching both my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and finger, squeezing them so hard that it hurt and I yelped.

  I was going to come. My fingers were covered with my juices as I slipped in a third finger. My bed was shaking as I wriggled, holding myself down with my own hands. Thrusting my fingers in and out as I imagined Casper’s tongue there, taking control.

  My body was reaching the peak. I was going to topple over.

  Then I let go. I jumped up in bed, sitting up straight. With one hand, I continued to push in and out of myself, while with the other I clutched the bedsheets tightly. I tried to keep my moan low as my eyes rolled in pleasure. Casper’s smiling, wickedly laughing face floated before my eyes as I came.

  When my breathing was slightly recovered, I pulled my fingers out. My breasts rose and fell from the workout. I could still see Casper in my mind, his lips covered with my juices. I shivered as I shook my head, trying to banish his face from my mind. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him. He’d embarrassed me. He had used me to fulfill some kind of twisted ego trip of his. Why was I still thinking about him? Why was I allowing myself to still feel like this?