by Jessa James
Did he only want me for a novelty? How many virgins had he taken to bed? Was that like a thing for him? Being the first?
“You want to get laid, Emma, I'm right here.”
Oh. My. God.
He knew. God, he knew I was a virgin. He must have heard me talking to Tori earlier.
It wasn't nerves that made my hands shake, it was embarrassment. Embarrassment over what we'd done, the pseudo walk-of-shame when we'd walked out of the bathroom to the knowing and amused looks from the waiting women.
“Come home with me.” He'd said the words I'd dreamed about, longed for, since the first day on the job. And now, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. Obviously, the orgasm he'd given me had short-circuited my brain.
I'd let Carter Buchanan, the man I'd been secretly lusting after all year, finger fuck me in the bathroom. I'd lost my mind. Begged him not to stop.
He was good. Really, really good and that had just been his hand.
I turned my head to track his movements and saw someone from work grab his arm, stopping him for a chat. Thank God. Not up for small talk, I kept on walking, right out the front entrance. When the cool evening air hit my cheeks, the last of my orgasm faded and reality set in. Shaking as I pulled my cell from my bra, I tried to focus on the positive. At least Carter hadn’t run for the hills like Jim from accounting. Maybe being a unicorn wasn’t the single woman’s kiss of death for dating.
Carter wanted me. Or, at the very least, he was willing to take my virginity. Pop my cherry.
In the year I'd worked at Buchanan Industries, he'd never once let on that he was interested in me. Not once. Not a heated stare, not an inappropriate comment, not even an accidental brush of his arm against mine. Nothing.
Of course there were sexual harassment laws that would have shut him down if he did anything at the office, but nope. Nada. Not even one lingering stare. Absolutely zero interest.
The same could not be said about me. I’d been the idiot, lusting after him the moment I laid eyes on him. But I was a middle-class, suburban girl from Denver. He was ten years older, worldly, well-traveled and experienced with women…and everything else.
On day one, when Ford had introduced me to his brother, the other admins couldn’t wait to get me alone. The moment that office door closed on the sexy, single Buchanan brothers, they’d surrounded me with their wild tales. I'd learned that if I slept with Carter, I’d be just another pussy in a long line of conquests he’d taken to bed. And, even knowing that, I'd still wanted him. God, did I.
“You’re hopeless.” I waived my hand in an unsuccessful attempt to flag down a taxi. As the yellow and black car whizzed past I sent Tori a quick text.
I’m going home.
Her response was immediate. CB is chasing you. Get caught.
I had to blink twice, slowly, and reread the words just to make sure I wasn’t losing it. Get caught.
That was so not happening. He’s my boss.
For a week. And you already quit. Doesn’t count. Live a little, unicorn girl. What do you have to lose?
What did I have to lose? My virginity, but I didn’t care to keep that. My mind? I squelched a burst of laughter at that thought. Too late. All logic and basis in reality had been lost up against the wall in the bathroom. Worse than that, I could lose my heart.
I could sleep with a stranger and keep my feelings out of it. But with Carter, that might be impossible. Robotic, unemotional fucking was not what I imagined when Carter came to mind. No, more like mind-blowing, never get over him, sex.
Slowly, so slowly, I breathed deep, trying to cool off and think. The night air was refreshing after the stuffy club. The pulsing music was muted once the door shut behind me. There was a small line of people waiting to get inside at the front and a bouncer checking ID's. I wasn't alone on the street, but I felt that way.
Teetering on my high heels, I started down the block to flag a taxi. I'd embarrassed myself enough for one night. Swallowing down tears that sprang to my eyes from nowhere, I lifted my arm when a taxi came down the street, dropped it when it cruised right on by. Damn it. What the hell?
I sighed. My shoulders drooped.
“What are you doing? You shouldn't be out here by yourself.”
I spun on my ridiculously high heels at Carter's voice.
He was so handsome. I couldn't be mad at him for that. His gorgeousness wasn't his fault; he'd been born that way. I couldn't really even be mad for, well, anything, because he'd given me just what I'd wanted. Well, almost. I was at the club tonight with one goal, just one, to get laid. He was willing.
I lifted my phone, then glanced down, let my thumbs fly over the screen, sending one more quick note to my friend. “Texting Tori. I told her I’m going home.”
“We're not done, Emma.” His words stilled my fingers. When he stepped closer, he stilled my breathing.
I heard a car coming down the street. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw it was another taxi and hailed it.
Carter came up beside me and when the taxi pulled to the curb, waved off the driver who flipped him off and kept going.
I looked up at him. Way up. I only came to his chin, even in my heels. “What are you doing? That was my ride home.”
The gorgeous man beside me infuriated me so much. How dare he mess with me like this!
“I'll take you.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I said, “I told you, I'm not interested.”
“You are,” he countered. “If the way you dripped all over my fingers was any indication.” He took my elbow and led me back toward the club, stopping to hand his ticket to the man at the valet stand. I stood next to him as we waited for his car, his hand warm against my bare skin. Goose bumps spread down my arms.
He leaned close and kissed the side of my neck again. The shiver that passed through me was like electric shock therapy. “We're not done, sweetheart. Far from it. Let me take you home. You want your virginity gone? I'll take it and you won't remember your own name when I'm done.”
Yeah, and he probably wouldn't remember mine. I was mad at myself for wanting to be something more to him than a quick fuck. But that wasn’t fair. Was this any different than whatever guy I would have picked up off the dance floor? I didn't care if mystery guy was a man slut or that I would be just another notch on his bedpost. My only criteria for selecting a man tonight had been simple. One, did he have a cock? Two, was he willing to fuck me with it? I wanted to get rid of my virginity. I didn’t want to be a virgin unicorn any longer.
So, no. I didn’t care about the theoretical man I was going to sleep with tonight. But Carter wasn’t theoretical. Carter was fucking Carter Buchanan. Billionaire. Bad boy. Man-whore. And so far out of my league, even having this conversation was a joke. So, technically, Carter was no different than any other man in that stupid club. But that was the problem. That was it. I wanted him to be different. I wanted him to be so much more. And there were those pesky emotions again.
He looked at me cautiously, as if afraid I'd dash out into the street and get run over if he so much as blinked wrong.
“You don't want this, I'll take you home. I'll say goodnight at the door.” He raised a hand to my cheek, his touch gentle, reverent, like I mattered. God, he was dangerous. “But I think you want this as much as I do, Emma. Say yes. Let me take you home with me.”
I stared up at him, into his gorgeous face and tried to remember why this was a bad idea. “Carter, I just don’t think this, us, is a good idea.”
“Why not?” His thumb brushed over my lip and his gaze dropped to my mouth before returning to my eyes with complete focus. It was like no one else in the world existed.
Hell. Now I was in trouble. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Well, Carter, I’m half in love with you already, and if you pop my cherry and walk away, you’ll break my heart.
I took a step back, breaking contact, so I could think. “I’m not…I don’t…”
He stood still and waited, so confident, so damn sure of him
self. That was why he owned the company, and that was why I was so nervous. He knew what he was doing in the business world, and with women. I knew hardly anything about men. But I knew enough to know that Carter Buchanan was way out of my league. And yet he made me so hot I could barely breathe.
This was what I'd wanted, a one-night stand, and he was willing to give it to me. He wasn't a faceless man. He was the one man I'd wanted to sleep with. Based on the feel of his cock as he'd leaned into me in the bathroom, he was big and hard. Really big. And really hard.
I could do this. I could fuck Carter. He'd make my first time good. Our first time, hell, our only time. I was a big girl. I’d heard all the rumors about Carter Buchanan. Playboy. I would be one of many. It shouldn't bother me, especially since whatever random guy I might have picked up at the bar would have a history, too. A history I wasn't interested in. So, was it fair to hold Carter to a higher standard than a stranger? Was I denying myself the experience of a lifetime if I said no?
He was standing in front of me, patiently waiting for me to say yes. While he was gentleman enough to gain my consent, I knew he'd be anything but gentle once we got into bed.
The thought made my core clench and my pulse race. I wanted him. That was the bottom line. Time to cowgirl up. I could do this. I could fuck him and leave him. No emotional bullshit. One night.
End. Of. Fucking. Story.
But it would be one hell of a night and when the sun came up, I'd no longer be a virgin. Just what I'd wanted. I'd know what it felt like to be fucked by Mr. Carter Buchanan, get the orgasms I wanted—based on the way he mastered me with just his hand, I had no doubt he'd give me more—and leave.
One night.
A valet held the passenger door to a luxury sedan open for me. Carter tipped him and took my hand to help me into the passenger seat. The car was expensive, Italian, the supple leather taunting me to enter my own personal purgatory. My hand burned where he touched me and I looked at him, burying all the doubts I had about this deep so they wouldn’t show in my eyes. “Your house or mine?”
Carter waved off the valet and used his hold on my hand to pull me closer, to press my body to his, the hard bulge of his cock clearly evident between us.
One night. I could play the game. I could do a one night stand. I'd take what I wanted from Carter and walk away. Probably a little bow legged, but I'd walk away. Head held high and my V card punched.
“Yours.”
Chapter Five
Carter
I deserved a gold medal. My cock was so hard it was going to rip through the fabric of my pants. I'd had my finger inside Emma. Felt her hot and tight little pussy, felt her fucking hymen and knew it was all mine. She'd all but creamed over my hand as I made her come. The surprise and passion on her face when I got her off had been the most beautiful sight. And when I tasted her, licked her juices from my fingers, I almost came in my pants. Her honey sweet taste was all for me.
Even now, driving toward my house, I could still taste her. I could smell her arousal lingering on my fingers, drifting from her body. She was quiet, looked out her window as I drove a little too fast toward my house. If I got pulled over, the cop would understand. I needed to be buried inside my woman, feel her ripple and pulse around me as I took her virginity. Needed her to milk the seed from my balls.
Gripping the steering wheel, I downshifted as I turned into my driveway, then waited for the garage door to slide open.
Thank fuck she agreed to come home with me. If she’d insisted, I would have taken her to her door, brushed the hair off her face and kissed her sweetly as I said goodnight. But that wasn't what either of us wanted.
There was nothing wrong with a woman going after what she wanted. Pleasure was just as much a woman's right as any man’s. But Emma was a good girl, perhaps a little too good, and needed me to guide her. That was not a problem, as long as she let me lead her into my bed, her long, sexy legs wrapped around my waist as I buried my cock in her body. No one else would have her. Ever.
I turned off the car as the garage door slid closed, the soft light from the opener in the ceiling allowing me to see her face. And the rest of her. She was just as prim and proper as always, hands folded in her lap, but her skirt rode a little up her thighs and I knew another inch and I'd see the tops of her stockings, her garters.
“Tell me what you want, Emma.”
She turned her head so her pale eyes met mine, the blush that stole up her cheeks indicating her innocence. “You know what I want,” she whispered.
Slowly, I shook my head. I shifted in my seat, as if that would make my cock any less painful. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Very dirty, very naughty things that would probably scare you away.”
She licked her lips and I couldn't hold off any longer. Cupping my hand behind her neck, I pulled her toward me for a kiss, found her tongue, teased it. Reaching down, I unclipped her seatbelt and pulled her over the console so she was half in my lap.
Lifting her head ever so slightly, she whispered against my mouth. “I think I might like very dirty.”
My thumb stroked over her cheek as my other hand cupped her ass. “What about very naughty?” I asked.
“Doesn't what we did in the restroom count?”
“Having my finger in your pussy? Wouldn't you like my cock instead?”
She bit her lip and nodded and I couldn't help but groan.
“You want to feel my cock stretch you open?”
She whimpered. Oh yeah, she was a dirty girl all right.
“I’ll take care of you, Emma. I’ll make you feel good.”
A breathy sigh escaped her lips.
I let her go, helping her to settle back in her seat. I'd gotten her this far, I wasn't going to take her in my car. I climbed out and went around to open her door. I took her hand and helped her from the low profile sports car. The bucket seats forced her to bend at the waist and her skirt rode up to reveal those naughty little garters.
She laid her hand in mine and I led her through the house and up to my bedroom. The trust she placed in me made my heart pound. Standing before my bed, she was right where I wanted her to be, where I'd wanted her to be for a year. She was mine. This bedroom was ours. She was the first—and only—woman who would ever be in this room, in this bed.
“You said something about liking dirty. Are you a dirty little virgin?” I asked.
Her hands fidgeted, but she wasn't afraid. Definitely aroused if her nipples poking against her blouse was any indication. She gave a slight shrug.
“You rode my fingers in the restroom bar with only a flimsy lock keeping people from seeing you come.”
Her lips parted and she started to breathe more quickly.
“I think you're a dirty girl—” I walked up to her, tucked a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. “—but just for me. I think that's a secret you haven't shared with anyone else. Is that right?”
She nodded as my knuckles stroked her cheek.
Lowering my hands to the tiny pearl buttons, I began to open her blouse. “Time to see what's mine. Has any man ever seen your body before?”
She held her breath as my fingers ran over her bare skin as it was exposed before pushing the garment off her shoulders so it dropped to her feet.
“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in her gorgeous breasts in that lace and silk concoction. Her bra was a pale pink and cut so that only the lower half of her breasts were covered, the upper swells plump and available for my mouth. Shit, if she just breathed deeply, her nipples would pop free. How had they not already?
Using the tip of my finger, I ran it along the line of her shoulder, over her delicate collarbone to slide back and forth over the silkiest, softest skin I'd ever felt. These breasts were more than a handful and real. She sucked in a breath and I dipped my finger into the cup of the sexy bra so that her nipple was exposed. While her skin was so creamy and pale that I could see little veins beneath, her nipple was a dark pink, like a little raspberry eager to be
tasted. Moving to her other breast, I tugged that cup down. She was revealed and lifted, her pert nipples eager for my mouth.
Leaning forward, I took one in my mouth, laved it with my tongue, then sucked on it. Emma's fingers went to my hair and tugged, pulling me to her. I grinned against her heated flesh, then went to the other nipple. “Don't want this one to be lonely,” I murmured, before taking it in my mouth.
I looked up at her, saw her eyes go blurry, then fall shut. Her nipples were very sensitive and I had to wonder if she could come from me just playing with them. I'd find out another time.
Lifting my head, I looked my fill. Her breath coming in pants, her nipples glistened in the soft lighting. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes didn't show any fear or embarrassment. Only arousal.
Reaching behind, I slid down the zipper of her skirt, let it drop to the floor. She stood before me now in just her delectable lingerie and fuck-me heels. Her garter and the little scrap of a thong matched her bra. She was gorgeous. All lush curves a man could grip and I couldn't resist sliding my hand down over her hip to the thin strap of her thong. Using my finger, I followed the lacy edge along the crease of her thigh and discovered the silk was soaked through and clinging to her folds.
“Still wet for me, aren't you?”
Tilting her chin up, she looked at me through her pale lashes. “Yes.”
The simple answer was a struggle for my control. Grabbing hold of the scrap of fabric, I tugged, ripping the thong from her body, held it up between us. “Soaked.”
She did blush then, the obviousness of her desire couldn't be missed on the wet panties. The scent of her arousal couldn't be denied either. I stuffed the bit of fabric into my pocket.
“Get on the bed and part those gorgeous legs. Show me my pussy.”
Her eyes widened and I saw the indecision on her face for just a moment, but she didn't deny me. Turning, I watched her lush ass sway as she climbed up on the bed. I groaned when her actions showed off her dripping pussy. If I hadn't known she was a virgin, I'd have thought she was tempting me on purpose.