She should stop him. This was so wrong. What would his father think about what they were doing? In his study no less? But who was she kidding? She was helpless to keep things from happening at this wild, reckless pace. Overcome by the undeniable responses of her eager flesh, Kira had nowhere to hide and no plan of running.
Her swirling thoughts broke off when Blake’s hands cupped beneath her ass, half-lifting her off the desk as he reached for the band of her skimpy briefs. In a single wrench he’d rid her of them. But then they got tangled at her ankles and in his impatience, he had them ripped off her and thrown onto the floor.
“Blake...,” Kira cried out, his ardor making her blush from head to toe. She heard his answering low chuckle which died off when they returned with earnest to their kisses, lips grinding together in a fevered tango. Kira felt Blake’s hand slip between her shivery thighs and the next moment, his fingertips were skimming over her mound.
The room echoed with the mutual sound of their groans as Blake strummed over her lush and slippery folds. “Fucking wet...so wet and juicy. And so tight, Kira,” Blake groaned against her mouth, sliding a finger past her swollen vulva and into her waiting sheathe. The sweet penetration made Kira hunch her spine, her lower body turning to jelly in an instant.
“Blake. Oh god please.”
He knew what she needed even though she couldn’t spell it out in words. She loved his mouth, teasing at her breasts, lapping and tugging. She loved his thumb flicking over her clit until it swelled from all the blood pumping through her nerve cells.
It could have been ten minutes since she’d confronted him in a fury; it could’ve been an hour. At that moment Kira didn’t know or care. She felt him guide her hands to his trouser front and her neck flushed when she realized what he wanted. Kira couldn’t back down or stay passive in the face of their rising hunger; she plucked the courage to reach for his belt buckle unfastening it along with his trousers which he stepped out of, leaving him in his dark silk boxers. Then her nerve failed her.
Chuckling deeply, Blake, who had shrugged off his jacket decided to finish the job himself. As soon as his shorts were discarded he was leaning over her, hitching her legs round his hips as his lifted her easily off the desk to spread her over the large leather couch. Heart racing; Kira held his smoldering gaze in the moonlit study with the beams streaking over the carpet. The magic of the moment was stronger than ever and Kira didn’t just want this, she needed it. More than anything. She felt a sudden prick of fear as he cupped her naked sex with his warm, knowing hand then melted as he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Half of her still felt like this was just part of a crazy dream. Had to be. It couldn’t be real. Blake was tugging her naked hips closer, her dress in folds around her waist and her breasts bared by the lowered bodice. He was unabashedly naked and his muscled torso slid over her in the semi-dark surroundings.
This was unchartered territory for Kira in so many ways. It was on the tip of her tongue to voice the warning that rose in her throat - but with Blake’s mouth latching to her breast again the power of speech left her in a skittering moan.
He settled his lower body in the cradle between her thighs and Kira could feel the head of his thick, long cock rubbing against her shaved mound. Kira moaned deeply and arched her back, stunned by the indescribable sensations racking her core.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders which she clutched for support as he braced his muscular arms on either side of her, his knee nudging hers far apart while that rigid, pulsating tip probed close to her twitching center. Suddenly every lingering doubt fled and all that mattered was Blake finally filling her to the brim with that fine-looking cock that seemed built just right for a woman’s pleasure.
The passion around them seemed ready to boil over but there was only one logical conclusion...Kira’s every wicked fantasy was seconds from coming true.
***
All her life Kira had been the sensible type, staying true to her principles even when her life’s influences pointed her the other way. Growing up on the rough side of the tracks...the psychological abuse from her father and not really having a sense of worth until she was much older had built a barrier that shielded her from the outside world. She’d seen girls she grew up with falling by the wayside or content to remain someone’s baby mama or hooked on the life of drugs and crime. Kira had escaped that fate out of sheer determination and a conviction that she had a deeper purpose.
She’d never really felt true love or passion and sex had never been top priority on her list. And yet this moment in time counted higher than anything she’d ever experienced before. Right there, with Blake braced to pierce her contracting pussy lips with his thick, solid manhood was all her mind and body could register and suddenly, she couldn’t wait another second longer.
Kira’s senses gave way to some part of her that she didn’t know ever existed. She held on tight to Blake’s toned flanks and he released a deep groan, just as her hips jerked up to meet him halfway. Breathless with anticipation Kira braced herself for the final moment when Blake would possess her completely.
She didn’t know what power he held over her but she understood that it brought to her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. And now that pleasure was about to be sublimated by Blake plunging through her vulva to the depths of her sheathe.
Her heart hammered harder than ever before and just as she thought the waiting would drive her insane, Blake flexed his hips and took her in one body-splintering power thrust.
When the head of his cock surged inside her it soon rocked against the unyielding wall of her virginity. Blake and Kira drew in sharp intakes of breath at the same time, but while his expression registered utter shock, Kira’s was shadowed with a distress that had her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
“Oh Christ!” Blake said hoarsely, holding perfectly still. Kira’s heart was pounding like a bass drum and even her vagina walls seemed to vibrate with yelp-inducing agony around the inches of cock embedded midway inside her pussy.
“Kira. Fuck.” A single shudder swept through Blade’s frame and she could see every muscle standing out in his arms and shoulders. She stared into his face and caught his grimace as she could tell he was holding on tight to every shred of his control.
“I’m sorry, Kira. But you really should have told me,” he rasped, lifting a hand to stroke the side of her cheek soothingly. “And now I need to move. You know that, don’t you? I can pull out or keep going. But damn it’s going to be hell trying to keep still. You’re so snug and wet. You want this too baby? All you have to do is say no and I’ll stop, I promise. Just say the word. Tell me what to do.”
She wanted it. It hurt like hell, but Kira knew she wanted it. She couldn’t imagine him stopping now. Disconnecting was not an option. There was a jagged edge of pleasure waiting at the tip of all the discomfort from that first, commanding thrust. Not trusting her voice, she spoke instead with her body, her legs locking around his sides tightly while her hips moved almost imperceptibly beneath him, urging and needy.
Kira heard Blake mutter a harsh expletive before slowly beginning to move. Thrust after angled thrust he inched closer to breaching her fortress completely. Every few moments he paused to let Kira catch her breath and for her vagina to get accustomed to his girth and hardness. The pressure was almost unbearable but then came that tell-tale ‘pop’ and then Blake was embedded deep, right where they both needed him to be.
Shallow at first, with a smooth, steady rhythm, Blake took her, allowing a few inches of his cock to slide in and out of her until her body lost most of its tension. Kira’s fingernails raked all over his bare back as the pressure mounted deep inside her until she was writhing and moaning, impatient for more.
Her walls fluttered around him as Blake instinctively increased his pace, insinuating himself farther inside her as his cock massaged every inch of her walls. Anchored there he at once angled his aim and bam! Kira felt the sudden
change in the game as Blake rocked beneath the front wall of her pussy, jockeying her G-spot.
Unable to stay passive, Kira responded with wriggling movements of her pelvis which complemented his wickedly delicious thrusts. Damn. He bottomed inside her for a moment and then rocked backwards, drawing a screech of pleasure from her throat. Abandoning herself to her lover’s mastery, Kira drew up her legs and spread all the more to offer her swollen vulva for his total ownage.
Many things in life were worth the wait and Kira was glad her initiation to the pleasures of sex had come at this point in time. She couldn’t imagine any other man having the patience, skill and passion to take her the way Blake did. She felt shattered to pieces by each thrust and each bit of pleasure echoed like a sonic boom in her brain. Even before she knew what was happening, she felt a strange surge of energy swirling in the depths of her abdomen. Her groans grew louder and she became wetter and wetter, squirming around Blake’s cock.
“You’re close,” he rasped, cupping both sides of her head and holding it in place as he stared into her eyes in the dim light. “Don’t fight it, Kira. Take it – take it all.”
It was a command she could fully understand; because everything Blake gave she had no choice but to take, and keep taking. He rocked in deeper and harder and just knowing he was watching her every expression made it all even more intense. She gasped, head spinning from the coil tightening within her apex. Whatever it was that had been gunning for her finally caught up and slammed her in the back, lifting her right off the couch as she arched into Blake, her pussy dissolving in a mass of spasms.
“Oh my G-G-God!” she screeched and then clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to keep herself from jerking as Blake continued to slam inside her, his throat filled with growls. Next thing she knew his thrusts grew choppy, erratic and then he groaned, pushing in to the balls and burying his face in her throat while his body shuddered in his release.
They didn’t move for a long while and Kira just lay there beneath him, shocked to the core as his breath fanned the inside of her neck. After what felt like the longest ten seconds she’d ever experienced, Kira felt Blake gently pull his cock out of her. Her chest was heaving and she barely managed to sit up as she tried to get her bearings after that tumultuous fuck. Her body brushed against Blake’s as he hovered over her and she shivered, her body still sensitive to everything about him.
She glanced up to find Blake staring down at her with a look on his face that set her blood pumping back into overdrive.
“Damn, Kira you’re fucking unbelievable,” he said huskily, eyes narrowing to dark slits of rekindled arousal while his hand encircled her ankle. “Barely three minutes after and you’ve got me all ready to go again...”
Chapter Six
For Kira his gravelly words acted like a bucket of water in the face. The enormity of what actually happened hit her. Trembling from shock, she pushed herself free and stumbled shakily to her feet before he could react.
“What the hell did I just let happen?” she whispered, clutching at her tousled hair.
Behind her a surprised Blake hunted for his shorts and trousers even as he cursed about where the light switch could be. “Look Kira, what happened was perfectly natural...”
“For you maybe,” Kira cut in with a scornful, humorless laugh.
She was shaking with shame and anger as she bent, groping around the ground for shoes that had fallen off her feet, slipping them on unsteadily before facing Blake in the semi-dark room. “You might be used to first-night quickies but I’m not!” she added brokenly. “I’ve never acted so reckless in my life! Oh my god! What have I done?” Kira felt like her whole world as she knew it had come crashing down. How much wine had she had at dinner? Because she must have been piss drunk to have let this ever happen. And in her boss’s home! With his son! Could it get anymore fucked up?
“Don’t you think I realize that?” Blake said with a gentle, teasing voice which only incensed Kira further.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Kira snarled, poking a finger in his direction. “There’s nothing funny about this being the first time I...I...”
“That you’ve been with a guy?” Blake put in gently when Kira faltered. “At least I know for sure now that you were never my father’s mistress or anything. Kira, I’m...”
“No please, don’t fucking apologize and make it worse,” she said, turning away as the scenes from the last hour flashed across her vision. What the hell had come over her? Hormones had a lot to answer for if they could push her into such mindless behavior.
“I’m now beginning to understand your low opinion of me,” she muttered bitterly. “I’m feeling the same way about myself right now.”
“Don’t regret what just took place, Kira,” Blake said with firmness. “It was what we both wanted; nothing to be ashamed of. And if you’re worried about catching anything, I’m clean. I promise you that I’ve never acted this reckless either. I’m always careful about condoms, but this is the first time this has happened for me too. There’s no way I’d put you at risk like that. Though as for the possibility of getting you pregnant...”
“Well it’s a good thing then that I went on the Pill since I started dating my boyfriend; just in case...Oh shit,” Kira groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. For the first time she thought of Terrence. Sure enough, she must’ve been crazy. From the second Blake kissed her and pushed her against the wall, she’d switched into a different person even she didn’t recognize.
“Kira, relax,” Blake said softly, reaching out to pull her close. “I’ve got a girlfriend as well and that flew right out of my mind too. I can’t explain what just happened but nothing’s ever felt more right to me than what we just did.”
“Even though we only just met and barely even know each other?” she accused.
“That’s a problem easily remedied,” Blake told her with a rakish smile. “Have lunch with me tomorrow. We could...”
“You’re insane,” Kira bit out disgustedly as she broke away from his touch. “How can you even think I’d want anything more to do with you after...after...”
“What do you mean?” Blake said, anger seeping through his tone for the first time as he grabbed her shoulders. “We had chemistry Kira, right from the start. No one could script that. I felt it; you felt it. Or maybe you’re just more comfortable lying to yourself. Is that it?”
“I don’t know,” Kira burst out with a sob, before wrenching herself from his grasp one more time. She fled from the room, the door slamming shut after her.
***
Outside the library, Kira let out a shaky breath and looked around wondering which way to take to get out of the house without running into anyone. She heard Blake call out for her but she ignored him, certain he couldn’t come running after her in nothing but his shirt which was all he’d had time to put on. By the time he’d manage to get into his pants, Kira intended to be long gone.
She could hear the dull sounds of music still coming from the dining area so she at least knew which part of the house to avoid, thankfully.
How long had they been in there anyway? Time felt like it had stood still once Blake had pulled her into the darkened study with him. It seemed like ages, but it probably was no more than an hour. Now all she could think of was getting away.
The main thing was not to run into her boss or any of the guests – or Terrence. Especially not Terrence. She couldn’t bear to face him right now, knowing what she’d
done. The unthinkable. Even now she could still feel the slightly throbbing memento within her folds, bringing to mind every purposefully driven thrust Blake had made. Each step she took reminded her of the fact that she’d been thoroughly claimed and she hastily combed her fingers through her undoubtedly now well-mussed hair.
The next door Kira went through opened into a terrace and stalking quickly across she found steps leading to the gardens. Through them she made it to the driveway and only then could she heave a sigh of relief. The
re were only a few cars left and to her shameful relief she noticed that even Terrence’s was gone. Glancing back at the brightly lit house, Kira moved as quickly as she could past the gates. She knew that every second she wasted could mean Blake catching up to her. Kira decided she’d get a cab once she was outside the grounds.
Then she’d be free...
Chapter Seven
If she had a choice, Kira really didn’t want to show up for work on the Monday following the dinner party. But the last thing she wanted was her boss suspecting anything was wrong. She’d simply die from embarrassment if he guessed what happened that night.
Even now, three days later, she had far from recovered mentally from her unthinkable lapse of judgment and self-control. She still felt traumatized over doing something so irresponsible. It was something she’d never have imagined doing; giving in with total lack of inhibition – and to a near stranger! Kira couldn’t blame Blake. Her lack of experience and utter stupidity had made it so easy for Blake to have his way. In short, she’d messed up big time and she didn’t think she’d ever forgive herself.
“Oh God,” she muttered just then, her fingers slipping from her keyboard. She just kept seeing flashing images...Blake and her, from the desk to the couch...His rock-hard abs gleaming in the moonlight streaming into the study and then the dark passion on his face as he’d driven into her again, and again.
Kira’s temples were throbbing so hard she almost didn’t hear the phone on her desk ringing. Inexplicably, she could do nothing but stare at it for a moment. Something told her it would be Blake and she couldn’t bring herself to pick it up. At last the ringing stopped and she heaved a sigh of relief. Only for it to start up again moments later. Sighing in frustration she grabbed it to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Kira. This is Blake,” she heard his deep, cultured voice say and at once her heart tripped over itself. Damn the way he made her feel. Around him she never knew if she was coming or going and just the sound of his voice had her belly in knots. Was she going crazy or just stupid?
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