“He wants to see me Friday night,” I say. My throat feels dry, despite the wine. “He’s sending a car to pick me up.”
“So… wow.” She’s been leaning forward this whole time, and now she flops back against the couch. “So you finally have a date. But it’s with a criminal.”
I shrug. “A reformed criminal,” I point out.
“Who screwed your father out of his business.”
I swallow. “True.”
I take another drink of wine and then bite my lip.
“Sarah?” I say tentatively. “Am I a terrible person for wanting to see him?”
For a minute, my best friend just stares at me. I feel my cheeks redden under her scrutiny. She must think I am a terrible person.
“Well, there’s one important question we need to ask ourselves before we can make a determination on that.”
“What?”
Sarah raises her eyebrows wickedly. “Is he hot?”
I giggle, finally relaxing a little. “Oh yeah.” I grab my phone and pull up a photo of him. I’d saved it ages ago — it was just his corporate head shot, taken before he went to prison obviously, but I didn’t have anything newer. I hold the phone out to Sarah and she grabs it to inspect the photo more closely.
“Oh yeah. He’s definitely hot. A little old, but hot.”
Jacob was younger than my dad, but still at least ten years older than me. Even in his head shot, he managed to look commanding and powerful, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that reminded me of all the time he spent playfully teasing me at the office.
“I like that he’s older,” I admit, taking the phone back and zooming in on his soft pillowy lips. I fight back a swoony little sigh. “It means he’s experienced, and mature. That he’ll be able to take care of me.”
Sarah snorts, shoving a handful of chips into her mouth. “Take care of you? Lily, the man’s been in prison for three years. I don’t think he’s exactly looking for an intimate night of lovemaking.”
I swallow nervously. It’s not like the thought hasn’t already occurred to me, but somehow, hearing Sarah say it out loud makes it seem that much more real.
“Do you think it’ll be that bad? That this is just… wham, bam, thank you, ma’am?”
“I think he’s been in prison a long time,” Sarah says carefully. “And that probably changes someone. Just… be prepared. And remember you can say no whenever you want.”
“Right.” I lean back on the couch, clutching my wine glass so tightly I’m afraid I might shatter it.
Sarah grins wickedly again though. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t be good,” she adds. “A man like that… well, let’s just say, sometimes it feels good to be destroyed.”
—
By Friday, at Sarah’s insistence, I’ve gone through every bit of a grooming a human female can possibly endure. She said if I was going to wait this long to go on a date, I might as well go all out. I admit that it’s been reassuring to feel like there’s a part of this process that I have complete control over. I don’t know how the date’s going to go or what Jacob’s going to expect, but I can make damn sure I look the part. So, I’ve had my long hair trimmed and blown out. I’ve had my nails and my toenails done, in a soft peachy pink that looks pretty against my pale skin. I’ve been waxed in places I didn’t even know it was possible to be waxed.
None of it makes me feel fully prepared for what’s about to happen, though. Does a man like Jacob expect sex on the first date? And is he going to be disappointed when he realizes how inexperienced I am?
I shiver at the thought, and try to turn my attention back to getting ready. Sarah had helped me pick out an outfit the other day, but now I just stare at it, hanging on the back of my closet door. Can I really wear that?
The dress is pale pink, satin with a lace overlay. It’s fitted through the waist and has delicate little spaghetti straps. It all sounds lovely, and it is, except for the fact that it feels like it’s meant for a little girl half my size. My boobs spill out the top and the flimsy spaghetti straps do nothing to offer any additional support. The dress is also so short it barely covers my ass.
Sarah swore Jacob would love it though, and I have to take her word for it, because she clearly knows way more about all of this than I do. Now I pull the dress down over my head and try to tug it into place. I spin around to check out my reflection in the mirror, and am horrified to see that my butt is practically hanging out the back.
I can’t wear this. I’m just about to change when there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I know it’s Dad, so I quickly pull on a little white cardigan and then yank the door open.
Dad looks me up and down. His eyebrows furrow.
“Where are you off to?”
“I have a date.”
“Dressed like that?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Dad. Dressed like this. I’m an adult, remember?”
He sighs, rolling his eyes up as if he could draw strength from the ceiling somehow.
“Who is this boy?”
I bite my lip. I hate lying to my father, but I can’t tell him the date isn’t with a boy, but with a man. And worse, that it’s with the man who ruined him. The truth would kill him.
“Nobody you’d know,” I lie, hating myself the minute the words are out of my mouth. “Just someone I met at the bake sale the other day.”
“At the fundraiser thing? Okay. I guess if you met him doing volunteer work, he can’t be all bad, right?” Dad tries to smile.
“Right,” I say nervously.
I glance out my bedroom window, which looks out onto our quiet little suburban street. I suck in a breath — shit. There’s a limo parked outside the house, gleaming in the early evening twilight.
“I have to go, Dad,” I kiss him on the cheek. “Don’t wait up, okay?”
I start to head out of the room but catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror. Jesus. This dress is seriously ridiculous.
I grab a pair of jeans off the floor and yank them on under my dress. Much better.
Then I’m out the door.
Twenty minutes later, the limo Jacob sent for me is pulling up in front of an upscale building right in the heart of Manhattan. I look around in confusion. Jacob hadn’t mentioned where we going, but I guess I’d expected it would be a restaurant or something. This looks distinctly like a residential building.
When the driver swings around and opens the back door for me, I slip out of the car. I follow him wordlessly as he enters the building with me and leads me past a bank of elevators to a single elevator tucked around the corner. He swipes a card to summon the elevator, and soon it’s pinging open in front of us.
I wait for him to go inside but instead he just takes a step back and nods at me. I swallow and step forward into the gleaming mirrored elevator, while the driver uses his card again to close the doors behind me.
Just as the doors start to sweep closed, I realize I have no idea what floor I’m supposed to be going to.
“Wait,” I start to call out, but the doors are already sliding silently closed. “Shit.”
I stare at the gold panel, trying to think, but then blink in surprise. There’s a discreet emergency call button, but nothing else. I turn, looking around me and trying to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to do, when suddenly the elevator starts moving on its own.
I swallow, hard, as the sudden shift in gravity makes my stomach flip. I try to judge how high the elevator is going, but the ride is so smooth that I can’t detect anything as it passes other floors. Finally, after what seems like an incredibly long time, it slows and then stops. The doors slide open, just as smoothly and silently as they had closed.
I step out of the elevator, expecting to be in a hallway, but instead I find myself in a grand foyer.
I stand there for a moment, trying to get my bearings. There’s a huge circular table with some sort of modern angular sculpture on it. Above that hangs an enormous chandelier, glittering with probably hundred
s of tiny bulbs. It’s hard to believe anyone lives here — it looks like something out of a dream.
I take a few deep breaths. Because this isn’t a dream — it’s real. And I have about thirty seconds to change my mind, turn around and get back in the elevator.
Except…
I don’t want to.
My heart flutters a little as the realization sinks in.
I want this. God help me, but I do.
“Lily.”
His deep voice comes from somewhere to my left, startling me out of my thoughts.
I turn to face the direction of his voice, but there are still lights flashing in my eyes, the result of staring too hard at the chandelier. All I can see is a dark silhouette, but I know instantly that it’s Jacob.
I blink a few times to try to clear my vision, and slowly he comes into focus. His blue eyes glint as he smiles at me.
“Hi,” I say. My voice sounds foreign in my ears. I try to swallow as Jacob’s eyes roam my body. I realize how ridiculous I probably look — a cocktail dress, with jeans pulled on underneath, and a white cardigan on top. I must look like I got dressed at a thrift store.
For a minute, we do nothing but stare at each other. I can’t seem to look away from his blue eyes. They’re the color of the Caribbean Sea, or a turquoise gemstone. His lashes are criminally long, and they make his eyes look even more piercing.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Jacob says. “For you.”
I swallow hard. My heart races in my chest, thudding out a frantic desperate rhythm. He crosses the room before I can blink, until his body is just inches from mine. He grazes the back of his fingers along my jawline. My skin flames, and my knees start to wobble. How can I feel like jelly already, when he’s barely even touched me?
“For me,” I say. The words sound stupid as soon as they’re out of my mouth, but I feel so out of my element here.
Jacob’s mouth just twitches up, though.
“Yes,” he says smoothly.
“Right.” I swallow. This is all happening so fast. I have to slow it down. “Could I get a Coke or something?”
The corners of his mouth quirk up as he pulls back. “A Coke? I have a bottle of Bordeaux I could open.”
I shake my head. The last thing I need is to get fuzzy-headed right now.
“A Coke will be fine.”
“Of course. Come with me.”
Jacob starts back down the hallway he’d emerged from. His stride is longer than mine, and I have to scurry to keep up with him. He leads me into a living room area, that’s even bigger and more dramatic than the foyer. There are floor to ceiling windows, showing off an astonishing view of the Manhattan skyline.
It’s such a dramatic contrast to the small little bungalow Dad and I live in now. Back before Mom got sick, we had a nice house out in Westchester, but her cancer treatments had eaten up all of our savings, and Dad had to remortgage the house. After she died, we had downsized. No need for such a big house, Dad had said, if it was just the two of us. Sometimes I missed our swimming pool and our gourmet kitchen and our theater room, but our new place was cozy. And Dad was right — we didn’t need all that space.
But neither our current house nor our old house compared to the glamor and extravagance of Jacob’s place. It feels like a palace in the sky.
The penthouse is open concept, so I watch as he makes his way over to the huge kitchen. He pulls open the door the massive, nearly-industrial sized fridge, and pulls out two cans of Coke.
He comes back over and hands me my can, and we both crack open our drinks at the same time. I take a long swallow, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Jacob takes a drink from his own can and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. I feel my pussy clench at the sight of it, and I take another sip of Coke to try to cool myself down.
As if he can read my body somehow, Jacob takes a couple of steps towards me, closing the distance between us. He sets his can down on the marble and iron coffee table and then he plucks mine out of my hands as well and puts it down next to his.
I’m about to say something but then his hands are threading through my hair, tilting my head back.
I take a breath that’s almost a gasp and then his lips are on mine.
His mouth is hot, commanding, and I feel myself opening to him almost immediately. This is all happening so fast. Part of me feels like I should slow it down.
But the other part of me burns for him.
His tongue pushes roughly past my lips, leaving me no choice but to yield to him.
I’ve kissed other guys before, but it’s never felt like this. They were tentative kisses, slobbery kisses, more like boys. Jacob kisses me like a man — hungry, hard, unrelenting.
I melt against him. I don’t want to, but it’s like my body responds completely on its own. Jacob keeps one big hand threaded through my hair, but, as if he knows how his kiss is affecting me, he puts his other arm around my waist, keeping me supported against him. I stand on my tiptoes, letting my breasts rub against his hard chest. I can feel my nipples pebbling under my dress and I let out a soft whimper.
Jacob tightens his grip in my hair, and the pressure against my scalp makes me swoon even harder against him. Before I know it, he’s starting to walk me backwards. My legs move automatically, but the nerves are back.
This is happening. It’s really happening. After a lifetime of virgin-hood, Jacob is about to make me a woman. He’s pushing me harder now, and even though I don’t know the layout of his apartment, I somehow just know that he’s taking me to the bedroom. That this is it.
This is it.
A minute later, we burst into a room with a huge king-sized bed. The room has the same massive floor-to-ceiling windows as the rest of the penthouse and for a second, I’m distracted by the breathtaking view.
“Lily,” Jacob growls, snapping my attention back to him. I swallow. He trails his fingers possessively along my jaw, tilting my head up so that I have no choice but to look at him. Only at him.
“Get on the bed,” he grinds out, walking me backwards towards the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I tumble backwards, landing on my ass on the plush white duvet. Jacob stands over me, making me suddenly aware of just how tall and muscular he is. I scoot backwards just to give myself some breathing room. He slowly unbuckles his belt and I shiver in anticipation.
“Now, I’m afraid we have something to discuss,” he says, as he slides the belt out of the loops of his jeans and lets it fall to the floor. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he might want.
“Explain this outfit to me, please,” he says finally.
My cheeks flush as I let out a relieved laugh. “What about it?”
“It’s a dress, yes? And you’re wearing it with jeans. And a sweater. Has this become a thing while I was in prison?”
My cheeks flush further, but his eyes are dancing.
“Yes, it’s the style now.” I purse my lips, trying not to laugh again.
“I see.” He smiles. “It seems like an overuse of fabric to me.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. With legs like these, why would you want to cover them up?”
“Oh.” I watch breathlessly as he reaches for the button. His knuckles graze against the tender skin of my abdomen and I suck in a breath.
“Lift your hips,” he says and I obediently lift my ass up off the bed so that he can slide my jeans down and off. He repositions himself above me. All traces of his smile are gone, and instead he looks down at me hungrily.
My dress has ridden up around my waist, and the only things between us is the small scrap of white panties I’m wearing. Jacob pushes my knees down, spreading me even wider, and I whimper a little.
Suddenly he reaches out and yanks my panties down, tearing them in the process. He does it so fast that I barely have time to register what’s happening. I suck in a breath as Jacob tosses the ruined scraps of fabric aside.
He stares down at my pussy, and I rea
lize it’s now fully exposed. Bare for him, and barer than usual thanks to my wax job. It’s the first time a man has ever seen me like this, and I shiver and shake under the intensity of his gaze. I wonder if he can tell how turned on I am?
Jacob’s eyes are dark as he looks down at me. “You have a beautiful pussy, Lily,” he says. I swallow thickly as he reaches his hand out. He grazes his thumb along my lips, making me cry out. It feels so strange to have someone touch me there — strange and amazing.
“Such pretty pink lips,” he says, as he strokes them with his thumb. “And this plump little clit. Do you like that, Lily?” He circles my clit with his finger and I gasp. My pussy starts to spasm as soon as he strokes my bud, but he pulls his hand away before the orgasm can break.
My heart is thundering in my chest. I look up at Jacob’s intense face. It’s clear he expects this to happen. Like, now.
He grins as he moves to undo the button on his pants, and then jerks the zipper down. He shoves his pants down off his hips and I gasp. His cock spills out, huge and hard and hungry. Its eye is pointing straight towards me, and my pussy convulses even as my breath catches.
He wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes it. His hands are big but his fist barely even closes around his massive girth. I lick my lips nervously. There’s no way … that … is going to fit in … there.
Jacob is still jerking his cock. His thighs flex as he leans his hips towards me. He’s like a homing missile, heading straight for my channel. I whimper as he rubs the head of his cock up against my lips. It feels good, but I’m so scared. Because I’ve been waiting so long — dreaming and wondering and dreading and craving this moment. I squeeze my eyes closed as my body clenches, waiting for the moment it’ll be over.
But it never comes. Jacob pauses. His cock is still pressed against me and the way it puts just the barest amount of pressure against my clit is driving me crazy, but he doesn’t move it any more than that.
I finally open my eyes and find Jacob’s gaze roaming my face.
“Lily,” he says. His voice is almost gentle. Almost. “What’s wrong?”
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