by Mia Ford
Back home, every girl in the choir didn’t stop talking about him since that movie. That’s when I fell in love with him. Right now, drinking's the last thing on my mind.
Only Eric.
“It seems that I upset your wannabe boyfriend?” he winks as we’re away from Tony. The bartender that I tend to work most shifts with and the one that treats me as if I’m a piece of dirt.
I shake my head, “He surprised me because he hardly talks to me most of the time.”
Eric stops as we get to the door, I’m mesmerized by his sea-blue eyes. I can’t get enough of him, and nothing’s happened between us. I’m trying to think of him as a person. Just a man picking me up, but this isn't any guy. This is the same one that I used to have photos off underneath my bed so that mom wouldn't find them. I grew up in a religious household, idolizing anyone that isn't God was deemed as a sin. I can't help but think that being in bed with him is a sin worth committing.
As soon as he opens the door to get out of the bar, and we’re outside he spins me back towards him and straight away his lips are on mine. The kiss is a promise of what’s to come once we get to this place. All I can think about is his home, being a house. A big one, and nothing like the box that I live in a couple of blocks from here.
He crushes his face against mine and sandwiches my body between his chest and the wall that he pins me against. I’m lost in his kiss. If a guy took me on a date and did this on the street. I would tell him to stop because I would be so embarrassed about doing this outside my work place. So, I don’t understand why it doesn’t both me with Eric. His kiss is so intoxicating that I find myself unable to move as he crushes his face against mine. His tongue explores my mouth and then his fingers start to make their way to the nape of my neck. I’m trying to kiss him back; I feel embarrassed about my lack of experience. I’ve only been kissed once. Just once since I’ve been in the city and even then that was a surprise, I didn’t know what to do then. I’m non-the-wiser as I let him take complete control. I’m trying to act as if I do so that he’s not disappointed and doesn’t change his mind.
He breaks away just when I have a rush of desire throbbing from between my legs.
“Fuck, we need to wait until I get you home. Otherwise, I’ll be fucking you right here.”
Oh, my!
I’m trying to act sexy as if I know what I should say or do, but I haven't got a clue.
“We could go out back to the alley?”
I gently run my hand down to his stomach as I flutter my eyelashes. I know that I’m making a show of myself as he shakes his head and says, “I intend to enjoy every inch of you and take my time doing it. Unless that’s your thing?”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about that statement? I don’t have a thing. I can’t even say anything as I suddenly become mute. He loses patience for a response; I don't have a thing. I'm a virgin. He takes my hand and whistles down a taxi. My aching sex that’s never been touched by anyone but me is jumping for joy. The idea of us going into an alleyway is not a thrill for him. This is going to be a night to remember. It's by far the best birthday present that I’ve ever had because not only am I losing my virginity but I’m doing it with the man of my dreams, Eric Turner.
As we hop into the taxi and the driver leaves the curb.
Eric blurts out, “You are one sexy kitten.”
I turn to him, and of course, the taxi driver thinks that this is some peep show and is using his back mirror to check us out at the back.
“You said that we should take it slow.”
He nods, “Maybe I made a mistake and we should have just gone out back.”
He turns to the driver while using one hand to ride up my thigh.
“How long till we get there?”
“Fifteen minutes. Maybe less!” The driver says and then as I see him looking through the mirror, I swear that at one stage I see him lick his lips and I wish that we would get to Eric’s place in less than fifteen minutes.
Eric moves closer to me as if he’s a man on a mission. I can tell that he wants to take me in the taxi. If it weren't for the pervert driver watching us, then I would probably let him. There’s enough lust at the back of the taxi for him to feed of that alone.
Eric glances over my body slowly and then takes a deep breath, and as hot as he was a minute ago, he goes stone cold as he turns his attention to looking out of the window. I look up and see the driver concentrating on the road. It’s as if time stands still and the only sites are the busy streets of tourists and other people going out on a Friday night. They’re enjoying themselves and laughing as they walk as for me. I’m going to Eric’s house, and I have a sense of panic as I think of myself going into the lion’s den.
Then on cue, the taxi stops and I look out at the large gates in front of me. The one’s that I’ll be walking through with him in a few minutes.
He passes some bills to the driver and then waits for me to step out. He holds my hand and then keys in some numbers into the gate. It opens, and we say nothing as we walk in silence. Until we reach his front door. I know that he has a palace behind the closed doors.
As soon as he keys the numbers into the door, the same way that he did with the gate. It opens, and he pushes it. I can hardly see anything, but then again I’m so lost in my thoughts that the last thing I’m thinking about is the combination to get inside his house. Let alone anything else. I wish that I went back to my room. It may be a box compared to the house that I’m being led into, but I still call it home. It has the little belongings that I came to the city with, but it’s where I lay my head at night. But not tonight, tonight I’m going to be sleeping with him.
As soon as he closes the door, he kisses me with the same hunger that he did when we were outside the club. He pins me against the wooden door and drives his mouth against mine. I can taste the beer that he had in the bar. It’s as if now he’s free to take me because we’re free from wandering eyes and as for his hands, they’re stripping me with such expertise as my jacket falls to the ground. His hands start running up my sides before he gets to my ass and I moan in pleasure, thinking that there’s no one here and it’s just Eric and me.
He seizes me more firmly until our mouths are the same height. I loop my arms and legs around him while running my fingers through his dark hair and pull him in closer. I can feel the pulsing mass of his cock on my dripping panties.
“Shit, you’re so wet!” Eric growls as he pulls back, “I can feel it through my pants.”
I feel shy about his statement if I’m pinned to the wall, he doesn’t know what kind of effect that he’s having on me right now. Then again, maybe he does, he just told me that I’m dripping wet. I'm hungry for him to take my virginity. Desperate for him to take all of me. I’m doing exactly what my mom accused me of ending up doing once I got to the city. She said that I would sell myself to all the other girls did that made it big. She meant girls like me who don’t have a chance of being anything but a pastor’s daughter and being passed on to their chosen husband. That was my fate, and that was part of the reason I had to leave my small town. I was dying and suffocating in my town. Ever since I’ve been in the city: I’ve been broke, even starved a few times just so that I can use the money to improve my portfolio but the freedom that I've tasted is much better than being back home.
He takes his hand and wraps it around my chin raising my eyes to him. There’s a dim light in the hallway, but I’m panting like a cat wanting a taste of milk. I want him to take me, but I have a feeling that he has doubts about it.
Did I do something wrong?
“We need to slow down Valentina. We’ve got the whole night. There’s no reason to rush.”
As his crotch is so close to my throbbing sex, I want to go all the way. I feel as if I’m ready to climax right now. He’s done it so easily by kissing my neck. I can feel his clean-shaven chin gently touching my skin and it’s driving me insane.
He lifts me up, without breaking the embrace and spins
me around. The next thing I know, we’re on the stairs. He gently lays me down and then with his eyes he focuses on me. I can feel the strength of his muscles flex as we move. He holds me as if he’s holding a feather. His breathing doesn’t change as if I weigh nothing. I don’t eat much, mainly because maybe Janice is right I’m obsessed with being an actress. I find that working long hours and going for photo shoots in between don’t leave me with much time to eat. I’m not skinny. No way, but Harper always says that I can do with a bit more meat on my body.
I can’t wait to see him in the flesh. It’s one thing seeing him on screen, but just feeling his arms underneath that shirt has me more than curious about what lies underneath.
“Here?”
I could be in the middle of the Sahara right now, because I'm sweating so much. My eyes are focused on him as he tugs at my hot pants and then peels them off my legs. Then he lifts my arms and takes off my shirt. Within seconds he’s on top of me kissing me once again. There’s something about being taken that’s so erotic.
I reach out as his tongue expertly moves inside my mouth. He grabs both my arms and holds them on the stair above. I start to protest, and he breaks away and says, “This is my house. My rules. You only touch when I say so. You got it?”
I nod my head, not wanting to let him down. After all, he’s Eric Turner, and I’m going to get the treat of my life.
“Yes.”
Chapter Four
Valentina
He hesitates for a moment and says, “I want to touch you in ways that are going to blow your fucking mind.”
My legs are wide open, and he’s fully dressed in between them. He doesn’t need my permission to take it any further. He’s already done that from the moment he shut the door and I entered his house.
“I’m going to put my tongue in between your legs. That’s just a taste of what I’m going to do to you. And then after then, I’m going to ride your pussy until you don't even know what’s the day of the week, let alone your name. My lips are going to taste every part of your sweet body and send you to ecstasy. No man will ever do what I plan to do to you all night and morning long. Do you understand?”
My throat goes dry as I whisper, ‘Yes.”
I squirm against him as his words start a fire burning inside of me. My body can’t maintain the arousal any longer. It’s as if I’m about to burst any moment, and then he releases my hands and I hold on to the side of the stairs as he does the one thing that no man has ever done. I want to tell him that he’s the first and I feel a bit nervous about him going down there.
But as his tongue becomes one with my pussy it sends a wave of pleasure sizzling through me that the air conditioner all of a sudden feels as if it stopped working. He growls as he does it again. I know that he’s tasting every part of my fold as he doesn’t leave one part untouched.
“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet. Even better than I’d imagined.”
I smile at his compliment, but then as his tongue starts working it’s magic once more all I do is moan and start grinding myself against him. I feel as if I’m coming apart as every lick starts to peel away a little more of me.
I pull him closer towards me, but then he seizes my wrists and snarls, “Not again. I need to take you to the bedroom if you can’t behave yourself.”
I laugh at the idea of him tying me up. But then something else happens as I look down and see the darkness in his eyes. It makes me want him to take me to the bedroom. I want him to explore me. Every inch like he promised a few minutes ago. The idea of being completely at his mercy makes me want him to do that.
“I want to please you.”
He smiles, “You will the moment I’m done with you on the stairs, in the shower, and on the door.”
Holy crap!
He has the whole schedule of where he’s taken me and what he’s going to do next. I can’t believe it, but then as he slides a finger inside of me while stroking my G-spot.
“Shit, you’re so damn tight. I want to fuck you right now. But I want to wait. I want you dripping wet when I do that.”
“I am,” I plead as I’m trying not to come right now and keep up this conversation.
“Ah,” I scream out as he’s no longer stroking my G-spot but rubbing his thumb against it.
“I want to see you come. This is what I’m doing right now. Come for me.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice; every muscle starts to tense up inside of me as I prepare for the first explosion of the night. He wants to see me come, and that’s exactly what I intend to do right now.
“You’re so fucking tight!”
He yells out as my body starts to buckle and my vision shatters as I rock against him. I’m talking as if I was brought up in a brothel. Every curse word under the sun is coming out of my mouth. I can’t even control them as I move from side-to-side as if I’m in a torture chamber and the only way that I can get relief is to be free. I think that it’s going to stop, but the more I move and scream out, Eric just puts his tongue against my pussy making me want to come more. He’s holding on to my butt to keep me firmly in position as he continues to take me right over the edge.
“Shit, that was so fucking hot!”
He says as I hear the sound of a condom packet ripping, but I can’t even open my eyes to see what he’s doing because my vision’s still blurred. I hear the sound of a zipper and then before I know it, he’s saying, “I’m going to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Then he rolls the condom on his fat dick. He’s more gifted than I thought he would be and I start to feel nervous about it. I can’t speak, as much as I want to tell him to stop.
I’m a virgin that’s never been licked let alone fucked, and he wants to take so much from me all on one night.
“You’re so big!”
God! I sound like a little kid.
“Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle.”
I nod slowly as he hasn’t even taken off his shirt. Just his pants are around his legs, and he’s about to come inside me. He slowly as promised, moves towards me and I want to hold on to him, for dear life. But, I can’t. He won’t let me, but as he starts to enter me and stretches out my pussy. I have to hold on to him. My skin’s so tender, and it’s burning as my muscles begin to flex and draw him into me. I’m so wet, so he slides, but it is a bit painful as he slowly moves into me.
He’s true to his word about that.
“Fuck you’re so damn tight!”
He laughs as I feel as if he’s not going to stop going inside of me. One minute I think that he can’t be any bigger, but then the more he fills me up. The wetter I become and the pain becomes a fading memory. My hands hold on to his back for dear life, and he says nothing as I slip one hand under his shirt and I can feel the slickness of his skin.
He seems lost in the pleasure of my tightness and with his weight on top of me. There’s nothing I can do, but hold on to him. He’s no longer going slow. It’s as if he’s lost all sense of control as he starts to pick up his pace. The more I grab hold of him, no longer for dear life, but I’m digging my nails into him, screaming at the top of my lungs. It seems to encourage him to go faster and deeper. It’s no longer hurting as he fucks me harder and grinds my clit.
I start to feel the same way that I did a few minutes ago. My body starts going into over time as I feel myself being brought to the edge. I didn’t think that I was capable. I touch myself once in a while, whenever I see the hot guys in the bar and even when I used to see Eric on-screen. I used to dream about this moment all the time, but then he disappeared, and I can’t believe that my fantasy is now my reality. I can tell that I’m not the only one who’s going to come soon. His breathing changes into little spurts, and he’s growling as if he’s out of control. His hips start working over time as his thrusts are wilder and his fingers are tighter as they start to dig into my skin. I can feel it vibrating all the way through his body to mine, and his fingers start to dig into my ass that he’s holding in position.
> “Valentina hold on tight. I’m coming!”
His words seem to send him over the the edge because with one hard thrust he drops on top of me. My pussy clenches him and wants to milk every drop, knowing that I’ve sent him to the edge makes me proud that I made him come, but my body starts to feel the aftermath as my orgasm this time was more intense than it was the first time. It’s as if a tidal wave as I curl my toes leaving me breathless and limp. We both lie there for a minute as we try and get our breath back. I look up at him, and his face is flushed with sweat.
It isn’t the most romantic setting in the world, yet I still feel as if I’m in seventh heaven as he looks at me and laughs, “Shit, that was intense.”
He pulls out of me and then I have a sense of emptiness as there’s nothing in between my legs. I didn’t want him to do that, but then he rolls the condom off his once erect dick and says, “Shit that was a load. You drive me, crazy girl!”
I stand still as I try and regain my senses. To say that I’m used to this would be a lie. He stands up, and I watch as he buckles his belt and stands up straight with the used condom in his hand. Then with the other, he says, “I told you not to touch me. But you wanted to disobey me right?”
I shake my head and then agree, while wondering what he has in mind.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Valentina, I’ll show you what I do every single time you can’t help it. I’m going to punish you!”
He raises his eyebrows, but before I could say another thing he has me up and on his shoulder as if I’m a sack of potatoes that he’s going to peel and devourer.
“My clothes!”
I say in protest as he starts to head up the stairs.