by Sam Crescent
“You’re sending us straight to hell.” He growled the words seconds before his lips descended on hers. The instant his lips touched there was nothing calm about his kiss. Paul dominated her lips, forcing them open with his tongue so he could plunge inside. She whimpered but accepted his brutal kiss. One hand moved from her arm to the back of her head stopping her from moving. He controlled everything. There was nowhere for her to go other than where he chose. Once he forced her lips open, Paul kept up a thrusting motion with his tongue between her lips. The action he was making made Rachel think of him taking her and how his cock would feel inside her. She moaned, begging for more of his attention. His taste was intoxicating to her senses. He tasted so male and raw. Her imagination didn’t do him justice. Paul was real, pure, and she knew he was the one in control of their time together. In her fantasy she was the one who said stop or go. Right now, in that moment, Paul was in control.
His rough shirt rubbed her naked nipples while the belt of his jeans pushed into her belly. She loved the feel of him surrounding her. In his arms she felt safe even as his lips took hers and devoured.
“Stop! Enough!” Paul pushed her away from him but still firmly held onto her arms, stopping her from leaving him altogether.
“You want me, Paul,” she said, breathlessly. Rachel couldn’t believe it. The man she was totally in love with wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She wanted to jump up and down, euphoric in the pleasure of knowing she could succeed in getting him.
Chapter Two
That kiss had been really something. Paul had never felt so consumed with passion with any other woman. Rachel was the only woman to make him feel like that. Staring at her bruised lips, he couldn’t deny he wanted her. Wanted was too subtle a word. He craved her. His feelings for her were verging on dangerous obsession. There was no hiding his desperation for her. It was all he could think about. But how could he risk his friendship with Mitch? They’d been friends for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t even allow himself to think of Rachel finding someone else, could he? Gazing at her plump red lips, her swollen tits, and rounded body made Paul yearn in ways he shouldn’t. Thinking of another man’s hands touching her, loving her, repulsed and angered him. No, he couldn’t let another man touch her.
There was no way he was going to stand by and watch Rachel go out and get pawed at by some guy only hoping to get a leg over. If Rachel let anyone else touch her, they could make her first time terrible. No, he wasn’t going to allow some horny, out of control guy get between her thighs. Rachel was his woman, and he’d do what was possible to make her demands come true, even if that meant sacrificing his heart for the rest of his life. Paul doubted there were any guys who would willingly go out with her after what he’d done to them. Over the years he’d purposefully pushed any of the guys interested in her away, and he would never tell her the truth as to why the guys stopped asking her out. He was the one responsible, more so than Mitch. Guys who just wanted a quick lay and to leave got a firm warning, and if that didn’t work he used his fists. Rachel deserved more than a quick screw.
His cock was thick, hard, and throbbing with the need to get inside her full, luscious body. She was pure temptation waiting for him to take her. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Rachel’s breathing increased, and her nipples were red, swollen, and erect begging for his mouth. Her stomach was nice and rounded. Everything about her screamed supple and sin. Rachel’s body tempted him like no other. To other men she would probably be overweight, but to him she was the epitome of a woman and pure perfection. He could not find fault with her. Every time he saw her, he wanted to reach out and grab her full hips to pull her close to him. Her hips were flared out from a smaller waist, and he imagined grabbing her, bending her over and thrusting his cock deep inside the depths of her pussy. Paul had spent so long imagining the different ways of claiming her. Her legs would hold him in, gather him close and never let him leave.
His want for her only continued. He could not find a single flaw with Rachel. There was nothing to stop temptation. Here they both stood in his kitchen, Rachel, the woman of his dreams, completely naked, asking him to show her all the teachings of sex.
And still he stood there resisting what he wanted most.
He was an asshole.
Regardless of what her brother thought Paul knew he was the perfect man for her. No one else would treat her with respect and cherish this gift she would be giving him. None of the men would be thinking about the future or wanting more from her.
“Paul.” Her arms moved up to cover her full breasts. He had spent too long berating himself, which only succeeded in leaving her nervous and scared. Paul saw the vulnerability in her eyes, and it tore at him. Her eyes should be shining brightly with happiness emanating out of her, not scared about rejection. He’d thought of this moment so many times. In all of his thoughts, he said yes. Never had he anticipated her actually propositioning him, but she had, and he was messing it up. He’d dropped his arms leaving her free to leave. She just stood there waiting. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
He never considered how much guts it must have taken for her to do this. Rachel wasn’t an overly confident person, and he saw the uncertainty in her whole body.
The longer he stood looking at her the more he felt like a monster. She had taken that final step with him, and he was hurting her by waiting.
Paul moved forward taking hold of her arms where they covered her breasts and pulled them down.
His mind was made up. If his relationship with Mitch became a problem then he’d deal with it when the time arose. For now, he could only think about the woman standing before him. If she was going to be his woman, Rachel was going to abide by his rules.
“When you’re with me you never cover yourself. I want to see your beautiful tits bouncing for me.” Paul cupped her mounds in his hands. The weight of them filled his palms. She truly was amazing. “These are mine from this moment on.” He put his dominant voice on and commanded with his words. Her eyes widened at his words, but her arms remained by her sides. “I will teach you everything there is to know about pleasing me. Not just any man, Rachel, me. In turn I will teach you how to pleasure yourself. This is not just about me. It’s about you getting the most out of this as well. You will trust me with everything. You will not question me, and you’ll be mine no matter what. I’ll do what I see fit when it comes to your pleasure, and you will trust me to protect you. Do you understand?” he asked.
His rules had affected her. He could see that from her reaction to his words. Her body was flushed and her eyes drowsy with arousal. What was calling to Paul was the plumpness of her lips, which were begging to be kissed. She wanted him, and now she was going to get him all of him no matter what she wanted. Rachel had started this, and he was determined to end it.
“From this moment onwards, you’re mine. No more men and no more challenging. You’ll do what I say when I say it.”
“Okay.” Her voice was soft, and his cock twitched with approval.
****
Paul’s words made her pussy melt. She’d never heard him be so commanding toward a woman before. The tales she heard about him were nothing compared to the real thing. He was staring at her intently. From the look in his eyes he appeared to be working something out.
“First things first, let’s get better acquainted.” Paul walked her backwards into the sitting room. She saw the room seconds before the sofa hit the backs of her legs.
Once inside the sitting room he moved the coffee table out of the way and then stood her in the middle of the room. She stood naked in his siting room with the curtains drawn closed so no one but him could see her. He circled her, slowly. Paul looked at her from the front and then moved behind her. She felt his eyes surveying her. Tightening her hands into fists, Rachel did her best to stand still. The last thing she wanted to do was upset him.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Rachel.” He stroked a finger down her arm. She noted his hand sh
ook a little. Did she make him nervous? It couldn’t be true. Nothing made him nervous. “I’m teaching you about sex, but it’s always different for others. With me I need to understand you first. You’re my partner. I need to know what makes you tick, and you need to be aware of what I like. There has to be attraction between us, Rachel, as otherwise your first time will be appalling. Are you attracted to me?”
She nodded.
“I’m going to need more from you than a simple nod.”
“Yes, I’m attracted to you.”
“Good.” His hand reached out cupping her breasts in his palms. “There is so much to learn in giving your partner pleasure, Rachel. How do you know you’re attracted to me?” he asked.
Nibbling her lip she tried to find the right words to describe her attraction to him.
“How about I go first and let you know what I find attractive?”
“Yes, please.” Rachel listened and waited for him to tell her what he felt. She was so turned on she felt her pussy was on fire with need. Paul took hold of her hand. Gazing down she watched, fascinated as he placed her palm against the rock hard length confined in his trousers.
“I’m rock hard for you, Rachel. Do you feel that?” he asked, rubbing her hand up and down the length. It felt like steel. She couldn’t imagine what it must feel like to have something so rock hard and confined to a pair of trousers. How did he fit inside the tight restrictions of his jeans? He was huge.
“Tell me, are you wet for me?”
Heat filled her cheeks even as she tried to appear confident. There was no covering her innocence. She’d read books, but nothing could have prepared her for Paul.
Taking a deep breath she nodded. “Yes, I’m wet for you.”
Paul kept her hand over his cock. Rachel continued to stare into his eyes waiting for what he was going to say next. She hadn’t known what to expect when she came up with this plan to seduce him. Her nakedness no longer affected her.
“We’re going to do this in stages, Rachel. This is not going to be some kind of class where I fuck you and that’s it, you know. I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to listen to your needs, and I’m going to spend time touching you. Do you accept that?” He paused in front of her waiting for her answer. She whispered her consent and let him know he held her full attention. With Paul in the room no one else ever got a look in. To Rachel it has always been and always would be about Paul. “We’ll explore each other together, and in time I’m going to show you some things that could blow your mind. I hope you’re ready for that.”
“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got to throw at me.” She knew more about him than he would ever realise. Women liked to talk about their time with him.
“Okay.” Paul took a step back. “Then I want you to prepare for me tomorrow night. Nothing else is happening tonight. Tomorrow I’ll come for you, and we’ll explore more then. For now I need you to get dressed and to leave. You’re not ready for tonight.”
She wanted to argue with him but figured it would be a waste of time. There would be no swaying Paul. Glancing down at the floor she made to leave the room and return back to where her clothes lay on the kitchen floor.
Paul caught her arms stopping her flight. She took a quick glance at him and then stared past his shoulder at the far wall.
“This is not about you, Rachel. You came to me and propositioned me. That took a lot of guts, especially knowing that I could tell your brother. You took a big risk. I care about you. I want you to take tonight for yourself. Go home, pamper yourself, and really think about what you’re giving up. I’m not the kind of man you’ll want in your life, Rachel.”
“You’re a good man, Paul.”
He cupped her cheeks and brushed her lips with his. “If I was a good man I’d have turned you away and gone straight to Mitch. I’m not a good man, and stop thinking it. Go and get dressed.”
He let her go, and Rachel left him feeling relieved to get out of his company. Paul wasn’t wrong. It had taken some guts to come to his home with the proposition. She didn’t know what she would have done if he’d gone running to her brother.
She worked quickly on her clothes, putting them on with a speed that surprised her. Rachel was a little disappointed he was sending her away, but his reasoning was right. She wasn’t ready for this tonight. Asking him had been a huge hurdle for her to get over.
Once she was dressed she turned to leave only to find him stood behind her. “I’m leaving now,” she said. Rachel made to move around him.
Paul stopped her with a hand on her arm, forced her to turn, then took her into his arms. His hard chest pressed against her front. Within seconds his mouth was on hers, eating at her lips. His lips pressed on her own, almost bruising in their intensity. The moment she started to enjoy it, sinking her fingers into his hair, Paul pulled away.
“I want you to think about that tonight. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever desired, Rachel. If you can trust in nothing else, I can promise you that.” He walked her toward the door. She was shocked when he grabbed a coat and slammed the door behind him.
“You don’t have to walk me home,” she said. “It’s perfectly safe.”
“I’ve been walking you home since you were a little girl.”
“Paul, you’ve got eyes. I’m not that little, and everyone around here knows me.” She loved hearing him chuckle.
“Still, I’ll continue to walk you home. It gives me a purpose.”
He walked her to the front door and waited until she closed it before leaving. Resting against the wood she let out a sigh and then a giggle.
She’d done it.
At the beginning of the night her plan had been to get him to notice her, which had definitely worked. She could not believe she’d actually come out and asked him to teach her about sex. The words that had come out of her mouth were nothing like the ones she practiced in front of the mirror before leaving. Removing her jacket, she made her way upstairs to her room. In the space of an hour she’d been thoroughly kissed twice by the man of her dreams. When she’d been stood in the mirror at the beginning of the evening her plan had seemed so logical at the time. She thought it was a bit impersonal with her approach, but she hoped he would see that she wanted something more, something deeper in time. For the first time she’d seen a whole other side to Paul, a side he clearly kept hidden from the rest of the world. Did Mitch even know the full extent of his friend’s passion? Rachel couldn’t wait to find everything out about him. Her virginity was just one part of herself she wanted to give him. With time she hoped he would accept her heart as well.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Rachel was reminded of her brother’s warning to Paul about her. She didn’t know how true Paul’s feelings were for her, but he did feel something; she was sure of it. Mitch had been so far into his little rant to his friend that he had not seen his little sister listening to him from the top of the stairs. Mitch had warned Paul never to approach her for anything, not sex or love. She had waited, hoping that Paul would defy Mitch and approach her. Paul was not the type of man to be told what to do, even by her brother. Her waiting got her nowhere. Paul was never going to approach her for fear it would risk his friendship with her brother. For three years, ever since her eighteenth birthday, she’d been waiting. In that time she’d watched him with different women hanging off his arm. She had listened as they all gossiped about his needs in the bedroom. Now it was her turn to take what she wanted. Rachel was in love with Paul, and she wanted to be his only woman. She hoped getting him to teach her about sex the way he liked it would show him they were meant to be together. Her heart and body wanted him so bad.
Chapter Three
Paul stared around the garage he managed and wondered for the umpteenth time if he was insane. He’d woken up hard as rock from a dream about Rachel. Nothing he did could get her out of his mind. Once he’d returned home last night he’d even resorted to his supply of porn in an attempt to get her out of his mind. Last
night, agreeing to teach Rachel about sex seemed so simple to him at the time. He would rather be the one to teach her about sex than some other horny fucker. But in the cold, harsh light of day he felt stupid and his feelings toward her sordid. What didn’t help his feelings was the fact he’d just gotten off the phone with her brother. Mitch had done nothing but question him about Rachel. His friend knew Paul would do everything in his power to look after her. Paul even suspected Mitch knew how he felt. He would never forget the warning Mitch had given him on her eighteenth birthday. He was not allowed near her and yet he was to keep other nasty guys away from her.
He was the only man good enough for Rachel, and Mitch should be able to see that by now. He had looked over her and protected her just as much as Mitch had, more so because of his feelings for her.
For so long Rachel had been a constant temptation staring him in the face all the time. Before last night every time he looked at her, he’d yearned for a taste of her, but he held himself back because he couldn’t have her. After last night, Rachel had given him the perfect opportunity to be the man she wanted between her thighs. He would finally get a taste of her, and he couldn’t wait to get Rachel underneath him, over him. Every way he could, he was going to take Rachel and have her screaming his name.
He had blue balls because of last night. No matter how many times he brought himself off with his palm nothing had satisfied him. Rachel had taken over already with her hazel eyes and glorious brown locks. He’d slept badly. Constantly waking up with an aching hard-on was not comfortable. The night had gotten so bad he’d been tempted to phone one of his women who knew the score and could relieve the ache. However, the thought of using one his women in town disgusted him. Rachel deserved better from him than using any woman he could to ease the ache inside him. He’d promised her that she could trust him. Rachel had already proven she knew a great deal about him even though he tried to keep it away from her. Paul was a controlling man. He liked his sex rough and to always be in control of the sex. Rachel was a virgin, and he’d known some women were startled by what he demanded in the bedroom. He never wanted to be the cause of her fear.