13. Ally
13
ALLY
H is big hand cups my jaw, pulling me toward him as he steps into me.
Our mouths crash together, his tongue parting my lips before thrusting inside.
My eyes are wide with shock, but his are closed, and his dark lashes are fanned out. His free hand moves to my lower back, and he holds me tightly against him.
I absorb his warmth, causing me to melt, my eyes now closing as all my reserve gives into him.
My tongue starts moving with his, dancing and twisting and enjoying every second. My hands have a mind of their own, and they move up his chest, around to the back of his neck.
I pull him closer and deepen our kiss. I know it’s only a matter of time before he snaps out of his daze and breaks away, so I want to enjoy this moment for as long as possible. All the longing looks, innocent touches, and flirting have led us here, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this.
I don’t know if it’s feeling his strong body against mine, if it’s the smell of his cologne invading my senses, or if it’s the way he’s kissing and touching me making my head swim away from my body. I’m overheating, and the blood beneath my skin is boiling with need.
My heart is pounding against my chest, racing like never before. A throbbing forms between my thighs, and I don’t know what to do about it. I’ve kissed guys before. I’ve even been touched, but I’ve never felt like this—like I’ll explode if he doesn’t touch me soon.
He pulls his mouth away from mine, allowing me to take a gasping breath as he kisses up my jaw. His hand moves to my braid, and he yanks my head back. That’s when his mouth finds my neck. He kisses and licks, bites and sucks. Goosebumps prickle my skin, and a shiver races up my spine.
“I’ve thought about this since the day I met you,” he whispers, his hands now grabbing the hem of my scrub top as he works it up my stomach.
He leans back just long enough to pull it over my head. The second he drops it, he moves back in, his mouth landing on mine as his hands move to my chest. He squeezes my breasts, and I gasp at how good it feels. My nipples harden with excitement, straining against the thin fabric of my bra.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his hands move to my shoulders, pushing the straps away. They fall, and he yanks the cups of my bra down until my chest is exposed.
He slows our kiss, breaking it off as he kisses down my chin and neck. He drops to his knees before me, his hands rushing in to massage my breasts. He squeezes them together as he kisses over the swells. I’ve never had anyone touch my bare breasts like this. I’ve definitely never had anyone kiss them.
I had no idea how good it felt.
My fingers lace into his hair, pulling him closer as my head falls back and my eyes close to savor this moment. My mouth falls open, and a deep moan escapes the second he sucks my already hard and overly sensitive nipple into his mouth. The instant he draws in, it shoots a bolt of fire to the junction between my legs, and my pussy starts to tighten like I’ve never felt.
His tongue swirls around my nipple, and I’m lost in the high. It’s better than being drunk. It’s better than that time I smoked weed with the neighbor boy my senior year of high school. I’ve never done a drug harder than that, but I know based on how easily people become addicted that they must feel good.
What I’m experiencing right now feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind. It makes me forget my past. It makes me forget that the future is something I should be thinking about. Nothing matters but this moment, and the moves we make that take us to the next one.
I want more, and while that thought might have overwhelmed me before, it isn’t now. What changed so much in such a short time?
For the first time in my life, I’m not thinking or planning; I’m just doing. I don’t think about running my fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth to mine, I just do it, and when I do, he releases my breasts and stands before me again.
My hands move to the hem of his T-shirt. Grabbing it, I start working it up his chest. He reaches over his head, grabbing the shirt, and pulling it off, only breaking our kiss for a moment. He drops it onto the floor before his mouth moves back to mine.
My hands move up his toned abs, firm chest, and broad shoulders. As I kiss him, I open my eyes just enough to drink him in, captivated by the rise and fall of every muscle.
It’s easy to see how much he takes care of his body. At his age, most men are softening and losing their sharp angles, but not him. I think he has a better body than half the college guys I’ve dated over the past four years. He has a small amount of chest hair, only in the upper center portion of his chest. The hair is black with a few strands of gray, just like the hair on his head. I wonder if his facial hair would be the same if he were to let it grow.
His hands fall to my hips, and he squeezes while tugging me closer. My scrub pants start to inch down my hips, lower and lower until they’re below my ass. That’s when he picks me up and sets me on his desk. My panties are still in place, but my pants are now below my knees. My top is gone and my bra, while on, isn’t covering anything. Every time I’ve gotten this close, an internal panic has flared inside of me. Pants come off and the alarm blares, shattering the intensity of the moment so I could pull away. But that doesn’t happen this time, and that’s because the moment I feel that panic swell, his hand lands between my legs.
He presses the pad of his thumb against my bundle of nerves, and it causes something inside of me to bloom. A need I’ve never felt consumes me. It’s strong and intense. It can’t be ignored. It flips a switch inside of me. Instead of thinking about all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this, all I can think is why are we not moving faster? I need to feel everything I’ve missed out on—right now. I whimper against his lips, and that’s when he swipes his thumb beneath my panties. Feeling skin on skin is overwhelming. My back arches, and I gasp.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he mutters against my lips as he drags his thumb between my folds, spreading my arousal. He rubs the pad of his thumb around my bud, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “And so responsive. Does that feel good?”
My eyes open and lock with his as I nod. I’m too breathless to answer.
His eyes narrow slightly, and he leans in, touching the tip of his nose to my cheekbone. Slowly, he glides toward my ear. “Do you want me to stop touching you, Ally?” he whispers before pressing a kiss below my ear.
I shake my head as my eyes fall closed, lost in the sensation of his touch. Already, my stomach is tightening in a familiar way.
“You want me to keep touching you?”
I nod.
“Use your words,” he demands.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to keep touching me,” I manage to get out.
“You want me to make you come?”
Just hearing someone say those words is enough to cause a wave of embarrassment to wash through me, but I take a deep breath and dare myself to say the word. “Yes.”
He jerks his hand away from me, and before I can request that he put it back, he yanks my panties down. His mouth is back on mine, hard and fast as his hands move about, pulling off my shoes and allowing my pants and panties to fall onto the floor. His hand dives back between my legs, his warm, wet fingers rubbing against my center and working me higher and higher to my release. “You’re so wet. My dick is so hard right now,” he whispers against my lips.
I don’t know what comes over me. The only thing I can think about is seeing him and touching him. I slip my fingertips beneath the waistband of his athletic pants and push them down until his long, hard cock springs free. I wrap my hand around him, squeezing his shaft while working him slowly.
I’ve never gone all the way with a guy before, but I’m not completely innocent. I’ve done things, and knowing how to pleasure a man is one way I’ve held onto relationships without losing my virginity.
As he kisses me, his fingers move against my clit. My hand stays wrapped around his shaft, working him forward and back, drawing a drop of come from the tip as he gets more excited. He breaks our kiss and leans back slightly, our eyes locking even though our hands don’t stop. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Just having you touch me like this makes me want to come.” He wets his lips. “But I want to make you come more. I want to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.” He removes his hands from between my legs, and he grabs my wrist with the other. Pulling my hand away from him, he grabs ahold of himself, jacking off with my excitement that coats his fingers.
I can’t do anything but watch him pleasure himself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The way his bare chest rises and falls as his breathing becomes labored. The way his biceps flexes. The way his abs tighten, and his lips part. And then he releases my wrist and grabs my hips, pulling my ass to the edge of the desk. My mouth opens to tell him that I’m a virgin, but the words fall away when he glides his length between my swollen folds. I’ve only ever felt fingers and toys there. There’s something different about feeling his cock there, and the velvety soft skin covering his rock-hard shaft. We’re so close and yet still so far away. My body is consumed with need and fear. There’s a yearning deep inside of my stomach, but a voice in my head that’s screaming at me to stop this. I don’t know which to listen to.
The mental tug-of-war stops when the rim of his cock runs over my sensitive nub. It sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through me that makes all thoughts cease. Logic has no place here. The only thing that makes sense is to let my body take over, and my body says to lace my fingers into his hair, pull his mouth to mine, and kiss him like he’s the air I need to breathe. And so, I do.
Our mouths crash together, and that’s when his cock slides away from my clit and to my entrance. One roll of his hips has him thrusting into me. A half gasp, half scream rips from my throat when he thrusts into me, not only from the pleasure of finally getting what my body has been wanting but from the pain of being filled in an unfamiliar way. His mouth absorbs most of my scream, and he jerks upward, coming to a stop inside me.
There’s a burning sensation that’s caused by stretching around him, and there’s so much pressure between my legs that it feels like I’m being split in two. Every muscle is quivering around him as he freezes inside of me. He breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against my shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath that blows across my chest. He pulls his hips back, only an inch, and then buries himself inside of me again.
The pain is just as intense, not yet fading as I thought it would. I’m hyper-aware of the mistake we’re making now, of the line we’re crossing, and I know we have to be quiet. I can’t allow myself to cry like I want to, so I bite down on his shoulder to silence myself. He takes that as a sign that I want more, instead of seeing the pain I’m in. He grinds against me, his pubic hair rubbing against my clit, and that sparks the pleasure back to my body.
Maybe he’s just as overwhelmed by this as I am because I can tell that he’s holding back. He isn’t moving fast, and he isn’t thrusting into me hard like I expected him to. He’s moving slowly, taking short strokes that gradually get longer and longer. It allows my body to get used to him slowly so the pain eases away while allowing the pleasure to sink back in. Slowly but surely, I find myself enjoying this more and more, and the better it gets, the more relaxed I become until I forget to focus on how this is my first time. My body takes over, pulling his mouth back to mine where our tongues can dance and tangle.
Losing my virginity to my boss might not be the best idea, but I couldn’t imagine it being any more perfect.