Hungry CEO

by Charlize Starr

  She was rotating her hips underneath me. I knew she could feel my cock. It was throbbing hard in my pants and digging into the base of her belly while I worked on her left nipple. My hand squeezed her other breast, while I played with her. My tongue lapped her sensitive peak and she shuddered and shook underneath me.

  Her fingers were in my hair with a tight grip and then she moved her hands down until they were underneath my t-shirt on my back.

  “Take it off, Carl . . . I want to touch you,” I heard her murmur. I released her nipple from my mouth and straightened up.

  Her bra was bunched up underneath her breasts. She was naked for my taking and no girl had looked more beautiful than she.

  I took off my jacket and then my t-shirt and I watched her eyes grow wide. She liked what she saw. Her eyes roamed over my tattoos and my abs. She reached out her hands and I leaned towards her again.

  The palms of her hands were warm when she touched my chest. She was feeling me, drinking in the shape of my muscles. She looked so small and dainty, lying there on the bed. I reached out and unhooked her bra before pulling it off her. Her breasts bounced lightly and I stared at her stretched out naked body some more.

  “Carl . . . I don’t know what to do,” she said, and her eyes looked even larger. Her lips were parted barely, and I leaned over and kissed her again. I held her by her hair gently as my tongue explored her mouth.

  “Don’t worry, we can take it slow,” I whispered in her ear and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into my chest. Her body was as soft as cream, and I ran my hands over her again.

  She had seemed shy at first, but now she wasn’t afraid of presenting herself to me. Her breasts were thrust out and I cupped them again and squeezed.

  I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, how lucky I was right now. She was a virgin, and the first man that she was choosing to be with was me. Nobody had touched her like this before.

  I released her and straightened myself again. I was staring at the spot between her legs, the secret magical spot that no person had seen. I reached for the buttons on her jeans and she moved her hips invitingly.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I growled, in a deep voice. Virginia nodded, but said nothing. She didn’t want me to stop. I could barely control myself. I had to do everything in my power to not rip her jeans off and just thrust my cock into her. She needed time – this was her first time and I couldn’t just do that.

  Slowly, I zipped down her jeans and started peeling it down her legs. She was clutching the bed sheets tightly. Her breasts were rising and falling as she watched me undressing her.

  Her jeans were off, and now she was in nothing but her black lace panties. My cock throbbed in my pants and I felt like I could explode by just looking at her.

  ***

  This beautiful young girl was lying in bed naked in front of me, and despite all the experience I had with women; all I could do was just stand and stare. How was she the sexiest creature I had ever laid eyes on?

  She was staring at me, too, like she had no idea what to do or what I was going to do next. I wanted to do everything to her. I wanted her on her knees, I wanted her on the couch, spread eagle on the bed with her wrists tied to the bedpost. I also knew that these weren’t things that I wanted her to experience for her first time.

  Instead, I kneeled down on the carpeted floor in front of her legs and she raised herself on her elbows. She didn’t ask me what I was doing; it was like she trusted me completely.

  I grabbed her knees and squeezed and then gently parted her legs. I could hear her heavy breathing as I brought my face close to her. I wanted to prepare her first. I wanted her to experience her first orgasm with a man and just feel it in her soul.

  I touched her with a few fingers and she trembled under my hands. My fingers had found her sweet wet spot, covered by the lace of her panties and I rubbed gently. She was already wet for me, her body knew what to do even though she didn’t. With my thumb on her slit, I stroked her while my forefinger sought out her clit. It was already swollen and throbbing and she felt soft and delicate to my touch.

  Virginia moaned and sighed and then sank back down in bed again.

  “You don’t have to do anything. Just relax, close your eyes,” I said, in a low, deep murmur and she did what she was told. While I rubbed her pussy, she kept her eyes closed and breathed heavily. I could feel the stickiness of her juices through her panties. I rubbed and stroked her clit until I knew that she was throbbing and aching for me.

  Then, I started rolling her panties down her legs and I heard her gasp.

  “It’s okay,” I said, as I chucked her panties away. Even in the dim light of the hotel room, I could see that Virginia’s cheeks were a bright red. Nobody had seen her this completely naked before. I was staring at her perfect beautiful body, at that spot between her legs that I had fantasized about since I first kissed her on her eighteenth birthday.

  She was small, and her clit throbbed and was swollen as I looked. She was almost too perfect to touch. I could have just stared at her all night and that would have been enough. But there was no way that I was stopping now, not when I had already begun.

  I touched her again, this time feeling her soft fleshy folds in my fingers. Virginia moaned and moved her hips, and I teased her clit.

  “Carl . . . oh my God, please!” she squealed as I rubbed her harder. My forefinger entered her just an inch, and I felt my cock jerk. I knew the boxers were drenched in pre-cum. This was the hottest thing I had ever done, with any woman. Who knew that taking it slow could be so sexy?

  I could feel the sticky wetness of her juices. Her pussy was tight and small and I knew she wasn’t ready for my cock yet. Instead, I slipped my forefinger an inch deeper and she gasped again and moved.

  “Just relax, Virginia,” I said and slid my finger deeper. My thumb remained on her clit, teasing and rubbing it so that she was going to be ready to orgasm. With my other hand, I reached for her breasts again and pinched her nipples.

  She moaned and moved her hips. Her breathing was hard and slowly my finger slipped deeper and deeper into her and then I slid it out.

  “No! More!” she squealed, and with a smile on my face, I complied. I thrust my finger into her with force this time and she moaned loudly. I was picking up the rhythm, sliding my finger in and out of her while my thumb worked on her clit.

  Virginia was writhing underneath, rotating her hips, moaning as she worked her way towards an orgasm. My other hand played with her breasts, teasing her nipples, while my finger slid in and out of her tight sweet pussy.

  “Come for me, Virginia,” I growled, as my thrusting became harder and quicker.

  “Yes . . . Carl . . . I’m going to come!” she squealed, and then I could feel her body shaking. She was biting down hard on her lower lip as her pussy exploded in my hands. Her juices trickled out of her, and my finger slid and slipped as I continued thrusting. She was moaning as her toes curled and I could see her pretty little face turning red as she came hard.

  It wasn’t until her breathing subsided, that I pulled my finger out of her. I straightened myself up, while she remained stretched out in bed. Her breasts were heaving and she was panting and out of breath. Some of her bangs were pasted to her forehead with sweat.

  “What about you?” she asked, in a small weak voice. I could see that she was already exhausted. She was watching me with wide, expectant eyes and I shook my head.

  “That’s enough for one night, Virginia. You should get some sleep,” I said and I slipped into bed beside her. We were lying next to each other, without touching. She was still panting, still staring at me like she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

  I knew what had happened. I had taken her virginity. She had just had her first orgasm with a man and I couldn’t believe that she had chosen me!

  ***

  When I woke up, Virginia was sleeping with her head on my chest. She had fallen asleep almost immediately after we had lain do
wn together, while I had spent nearly the whole night awake and feeling guilty.

  Everything that had happened and was happening was wrong. I shouldn’t have allowed her to come into my room, I shouldn’t have undressed her or touched her. Also, I shouldn’t have allowed her to fall asleep in my arms like that.

  I couldn’t have slept for longer than an hour or two, drifting in and out of my dreams. But I hadn’t wanted to wake her either. She was asleep in the cradle of my arms and she had looked so peaceful there that I couldn’t move her. Not that I wanted to either. I just knew that it was wrong.

  She was still sleeping when I woke up, breathing peacefully as her eyelashes fluttered on her cheeks. This had changed everything. What we had shared wasn’t just an innocent kiss anymore. A part of me had been inside her. I had taken her virginity.

  I felt groggy and dazed as I lay there for a few minutes, until my phone rang.

  I jumped out of bed in alarm, and Virginia slid off my arms. I rushed to the cellphone in my jacket pocket and to add salt to my wounds, it was Mike calling.

  I looked at the phone and then at Virginia on the bed. She had woken up and was half sitting up, staring at me. From the expression on her face, I could tell that she knew who was calling.

  The phone had been ringing for too long, and I had to answer it now.

  “Mike,” I said hoarsely. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

  “Carl! Hey man, how is she?” Mike still sounded tense at the other end.

  “She’s fine, she’s safe,” I replied, and throwing a look at her, I turned away. I couldn’t look at Virginia’s beautiful naked body while talking to her father on the phone.

  “Okay, good,” Mike replied, and even though he hadn’t said anything, I could sense that something was up.

  “What’s going on?” I asked him and I heard him sigh.

  “I just got the word on the street. Apparently, people have found out that Virginia is in Alaska. So if small gang fucks like Jackie McKenzie know, I have a feeling that whoever is trying to get to her would have found out too,” Mike replied and I ran a hand through my hair.

  “Who are these people? How have they found out where she is?” I barked into the phone.

  “We’re not sure. Maybe they were staking out the airport and saw her take the flight with you? I don’t know, but either way, the word has got out and I thought you should know,” Mike told me and I had started pacing the room.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Alaska was supposed to be the last place that they fucking looked!” I was hollering into the phone.

  “I know, that’s what I thought too. Fuck, Carl, I’m depending on you for this. Just give me a few days and you can bring her back. Until then, just keep her safe, man,” I heard him say and I clenched my jaws. Whatever guilt I should have been feeling for what had happened the previous night; was now overshadowed by the danger that Virginia might have been in.

  “Yeah, of course, just figure this shit out, Mike,” I said and ended the call.

  “Carl? What’s happening?” I heard Virginia’s voice. I didn’t want to turn and look at her naked body. I didn’t want to be reminded of what had happened the previous night. For the first time in my life, I was feeling like a weak man. And a twenty-year-old girl was making me feel like this. My hands itched to pick up the vase of fake flowers on the window sill and smash it to the ground.

  “Pack up your things, Virginia,” I said, as I looked out of the window. The man with the white beard who was staring at Virginia the previous night. What if he wasn’t just checking out her hot body? What if he was keeping an eye on her? I should have gone with my initial gut instinct. I should have eliminated him when I had the chance.

  I hated myself for being so weak and distracted by Virginia instead. After the conversation we were having, I just couldn’t think straight. But now I was, and we needed to get out of there.

  “Are we leaving?” she asked and I turned to find her sitting up in bed. She was clutching the bed sheets to her breasts and I was glad for that. I was pretty sure that my cock wouldn’t have been able to handle another viewing of her breasts without doing something. Last night was difficult enough without coming inside her.

  “Yes, we have to go. Go to your room, pack up your things and I’ll meet you outside in the corridor in fifteen minutes,” I barked the orders at her, while I started putting on my t-shirt and jacket.

  Virginia slid her legs off the bed. She started collecting her clothes off the floor, while the bed sheets still remained wrapped around her. Holding her clothes in her hands, she walked to the door and opened it.

  I waited for the sound of her room’s door opening and closing before I could finally breathe again. I pressed my eyes closed. I could still smell her perfume in the air. I could still hear the sound of her breathing on my bed. I knew exactly how tight her pussy was.

  Growling, I clenched my fists and punched the wall. My knuckles hurt, but it was exactly the wake-up call I needed to get my head screwed on right again. This wasn’t the time to lust after Virginia’s body, I needed to be on high alert so that I could keep her safe.

  Chapter 9 – Virginia

  We were back in the rented car again and Carl was conspicuously quiet while he drove. In fact, he hadn’t said a word since we had left the hotel.

  I still couldn’t get over how amazing the previous night had been. I had fantasized about that night for so long, when Carl would be the one to take my virginity, but I had never pictured it happening the way it did. We hadn’t even had sex, and yet he had made me orgasm just with his fingers. I hadn’t even had the chance to see him completely naked. I hadn’t seen the part of him that I wanted to see the most.

  Carl muttered something under his breath as he drove now, and I could see that he was mad at something.

  I was hoping that he was just in a bad mood because my dad had called him and told him that I was unsafe at the hotel. In fact, I didn’t even know what exactly Dad had told him because Carl had shared nothing with me.

  “Where are we going?” I dared to ask him. He kept his dangerous blue eyes focused on the road. The more I stared at his profile, the more flashes of the previous night whirled through my head.

  I could still feel the bristle of his beard on my breasts as he sucked on my nipples. I was dripping wet between the legs by the time he had taken my panties off. I had never imagined that just having his finger inside me could make me explode like that.

  “I booked a cabin for us while you were packing your bags. That’s where we’re going,” he replied. Carl’s eyes were bloodshot and he was barely even looking at me. His fury was more than just about my safety. I could see that now. He regretted what had happened the previous night, and I didn’t want him to blame himself.

  “Carl . . . about last night,” I said and I saw him clench his jaw. He said nothing and the fact that he didn’t command me to stop talking gave me the courage to keep going.

  “I want you to know that it was perfect. It was everything that I could have hoped for from my first time,” I murmured. He was still gritting his teeth. He was driving like he was desperate to get to our destination.

  “It can’t happen again. It was a mistake and I take full responsibility for it,” he said. I shifted in my seat, to turn to face him fully.

  “I don’t want you to blame yourself in any way, Carl. It’s what I wanted. I’m an adult and you don’t have to take responsibility for anything!” I said, and I could hear my voice getting high pitched. I wanted him to just give himself a break for a minute, to just stop blaming himself and let me in. Maybe then I would be able to convince him that he was exactly who I wanted.

  Carl kept driving, clutching the steering wheel so tight that I could see his knuckles turning white.

  “Carl . . . I . . . ” I said, and he jerked his head around to look at me.

  “It won’t happen again. That’s the end of that,” he snapped and I clamped my mouth shut and turned away from him.

 
How was it so difficult for him to see me as an adult? To see me as someone who could make her own life choices?

  Carl screeched the car to a halt outside a wooden cabin that had been half hidden by the snow. Under any other circumstance, I would have been bubbling with excitement at the sight of the pretty little place. It was surrounded by pine trees and its driveway was covered with snow. Carl drove the car down to the front of the porch, and we saw a man opening the door and stepping out.

  “Ah, you must be Mr. Brown!” the man exclaimed excitedly, as he descended down the steps.

  Carl and I got out of the car, and I realized that he had given the man a fake name.

  “Yes, you’re right. You have the key for us, Mr. Sanders?” Carl asked as I pulled my bag out of the car.

  “Right here, there’s one bedroom and a bathroom, and a kitchen where you can cook and a cozy little fireplace in the living room. I can show you around if you like,” the man was saying to Carl.

  I had heard the words distinctly. There was only one bedroom.

  “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Sanders. I can take it from here. Did you say there is only one bedroom?” Carl asked as I walked past them and on to the porch. I could feel my heart racing in my chest again.

  “Yes, will that be a problem?” the man said. I turned to look at Carl, who was refusing to meet my eyes.

  “No, no problem,” Carl said and took his wallet out to hand over a thick wad of cash to the man.

  “And like I said, Mr. Sanders, we would like it if we weren’t disturbed,” Carl said and the man nodded his head enthusiastically.

  “Of course, of course, I completely understand. I hope you enjoy your stay,” the man was saying, but Carl had already started to walk away. He passed me on the steps of the porch.

  “Get inside, Virginia,” I heard him say gruffly and I looked around to see Mr. Sanders trudging through the snow and out of the gates of the driveway.

  Even though I knew that Carl was in a bad mood, and I also had a pretty good idea that he was going to keep pushing me away, I couldn’t help the smile that was forming on my face. He and I were going to be alone in a snowy wooden cabin together in the middle of nowhere. How much more romantic could my life get?