Chapter Seven
The gorgeous brick building rose above my head. It had yellow bricks and a red carpet - yes, a fucking red carpet - in front of the door. A porter awaited us, his hands behind his back and a small red and gold hat on his head.
“Joseph,” I pushed through my teeth, “I can't go in there.”
Frowning, he took my arm and stepped forward, forcing me to follow his lead. “Why ever not?”
Sucking in a breath and my stomach, I smiled at the porter who kindly opened the door and allowed us entry to the poshest looking lobby I'd ever seen. The marble floors, stairs, and pillars, were a stunning cream with black crack lines through them. The marble semi-circle desk was small with only two people standing behind it. They didn't even look up as Joe guided me to the left and towards a set of double doors. On them was a plaque with the name of a restaurant. Wait, I’d heard of the prestigious place. Hadn’t it fed multiple famous people through the years?
“Mr Hunter,” the ma?tre de greeted Joseph as we entered. “Good to see you, sir.”
“Likewise.” Tipping his head, the ma?tre de indicated that we should follow him.
How did the man know Joseph? I was getting more and more confused about his status. He'd just been a normal guy with a few designing jobs in posh houses. If he'd had a fortune, surely he would've had a bigger, and better quality, office?
We were led to a private corner booth where the table was laid with a white cotton tablecloth and gold cutlery. The candle and flower centrepiece was red and cream to match the theme of the restaurant.
“I've never been somewhere so posh before,” I muttered, thanking Joe as he helped me into my seat.
As soon as my legs were tucked under the table, I picked up my rolled napkin and started to fiddle with it. Joseph sat opposite me, a smile coming to his lips when he noticed what I was doing.
“It's okay,” he said, taking the menu from the waiter, “I'll lead the way. ”
Licking my lips, I tried not to smile, but the cynic in me wanted to laugh.
“What?” he said, clearly detecting my amusement.
Shrugging, I sipped from the glass of water that the waiter had kindly poured. “It’s just strange having someone take control, that’s all. I’ve had to do everything by myself for so long.”
His eyes flared and he shuffled in his seat. “Let’s just say I enjoy taking care of people…” His sentence trailed off when the waiter came to take our order. I hadn't got the impression that Joseph was someone who took care of people. He had seemed like a man who just got on with his job. I obviously had no idea who Joseph Hunter was or what made him tick.
I watched him as he glanced up at the waiter to tell him our order. He was decisive in his choices, not giving me the chance to even read the menu, let alone tell him what I wanted. It was a nice change to have someone else want to take care of me.
“How do you know I'm not allergic to anything?” I asked once the waiter had left.
“Because I have a file on you.”
I opened my mouth to reply but another waiter brought over a bottle of wine and poured it for us. When he was gone, Joe cleared his throat and sat forward. I frowned, slightly puzzled by his response.
“This,” he said, swirling the liquid in the glass, “is one of the finest wines a man can buy. I don't like it.”
“You don't?” Distracted, I picked up the glass and sipped the bubbling liquid.
My taste buds squirmed and my neck muscles pulled in an attempt to calm the sour attack.
“See?” He chuckled. “It's pricey because it's made by some prince somewhere.”
Putting the glass down, I took a sip of water and glanced around, admiring the attire of the men and women who were clinking glasses or laughing together. There were no friend groups, just couples. This was an exclusive place.
“Why do you order it, then?” I asked, turning my attention back to my boss.
Staring at the bottle, he blinked a few times before lifting his gaze to me. “It's a status thing.”
“I don't know you,” I said, smiling when his lip quirked into his cheek, “but I get the impression that you're trapped being someone you're not. This...” Waving around, I frowned, “...doesn't reflect a man's worth. You don't need to impress me with such frivolities. I grew up with nothing and that's why I like your simple way of working.”
“You do?” He was frowning slightly, a troubled expression playing across his handsome features .
“Joe,” I said, crossing my arms on the table. “Have you blown your whole life savings on this evening? Do you do that with all the women you date?”
His forehead creased. “What makes you think that I date a lot of women?”
Laughing, I sat back in my chair. “They know you here. Either you take out a loan every time you come here, or you've not told me the whole truth about your... wealth.” I squeezed the word out, feeling dirty for even mentioning it.
“Well...” He sat back and linked his fingers together. “...I didn't expect the evening to be so...”
I waited with bated breath, regretting how forward I'd been to the man who had treated me with nothing but respect. At the same time, I held my shoulders high. Too many people had taken advantage of me before, and although I had no idea what game Joseph was playing, I wouldn't take it lying down. No wait, I would lie down for him, that much I'd already decided. I just had to be on the same page as him.
“Rewarding,” he finished, cocking his head to the side.
Huh? I stared, dumbfounded at his choice of word. What did he mean ?
“I like that you call me out,” he said, scratching the short stubble on his beard. “That hard exterior is born from years of defence.”
“It...it, well,” I stuttered. “You got me there.”
I couldn't very well deny it now, could I? The bastard had seen straight through me. But I wouldn't let him get past my wall of brambles. No one was going to get those bushes down. Sleeping Beauty slumbered happily in ignorance, trapped in my heart where no one could reach her. She was safer there.
“What do you want from me?” I blurted, my cheeks heating when his eyes flared as he sat forward again, leaning on the table to get closer.
The intensity of his gaze made the hair on the back of my neck rise and the moisture in my thong increase.
“As you're so good at cutting to the chase,” he drawled, “I'll return the favour.”
I swallowed and came closer, daring him to continue. The thrill that slipped down my spine made me cross my legs under the table. “Go on.”
“You kissed me.” He raised a hand when I went to defend myself. “Whether or not it was an accident, doesn't matter. I know we both felt something.”
My breath quickened as he stared into my eyes .
“Yes,” I breathed, pleased that it hadn't just been me who had felt that attraction.
“And if you're game,” he went on, “I'd like to pursue it to see where it leads.”
A small smile lifted my lips. Phew, now that my dirty little secret was in the open, I could relax. And knowing that he felt the same upped the excitement game.
“I'm twice your age. Old enough to be your father, if I’d had you young.” His sentence brought me back to earth, making me retreat slightly. His hand came out and took mine, his thumb caressing my palm. “But I quite like that.”
A shudder moved me as I realised that I liked it too. I'd never had a father figure so there was no confusion when it came to age. All that mattered was that we were both adults who wanted to get naked together. And he just happened to be more experienced than me. Not that I would tell him that.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to stay here?” he asked, glancing over my shoulder.
I shook my head, not daring to look behind me.
“If we're quick, we can leave before our food arrives.”
I giggled as we shot to our feet and made a hasty exit, trying not to bump into tables as we wound through them. No one said anything, or even looked up from what they were doing, as we exited the room, falling about laughing when we were in the lobby.
Joseph sobered first, forcing me to get serious. My insides quivered as he stood in front of me and dug a hand into his jacket pocket. He stared at me intently as he pulled something out and cupped his other hand over his palm.
“I have two surprises here,” he said, holding out both clenched fists. “Pick one.”
Smiling, I tilted my head to the side and reached for his left hand, tapping it gently. He opened it to reveal a car key. I frowned, not quite sure whether he was giving me a car or something.
“This is the key to my car. We can say goodnight and I can take you home to your place. Or,” he paused for effect, “you can gamble it for what's in this hand. If you gamble, you have to take the prize, no questions asked.” Lifting his right hand, he narrowed his gaze on me.
A part of me wondered whether I should just go home. Now that Joseph was taking an interest in my designs, my career could be at stake if I played with him. My defences were also at stake if I took that step to let him get close.
My fingers stretched out and gently tapped his right hand, which unfurled, revealing a card key emblazoned with the hotel's name on it.
“This,” he said, stepping closer and tucking my hair behind my ear before bringing his mouth to my lobe, “is a key to an apartment nearby.”
Swallowing hard, I gasped in a breath. I hadn't expected him to be so assuming on our first date, although I could hardly blame him. The tension between us was fire.
“You can say no, despite what I said a moment ago,” he went on, “but I hope you don't.”
My hand came up to cup his head, bringing it closer so his cheek rested against mine. “I don't want to say no, but I'm a little scared.”
The slight hitch in his breathing made me look at him. His eyes were alive with intensity, their hoods drooped low. “Don't be scared,” he muttered, “I'll take good care of you.”
Nodding, I slipped my hand in his and nudged him gently. “You lead the way.”
“Always.” Squeezing my hand, he pulled away and started to walk, stepping in front of me every time I tried to draw level with him.
The hotel doors loomed, opening for stunning women who dripped in bling and handsome men who fiddled with their expensive watches. I kept my gaze low, not wanting to make eye contact with those who were higher up on the wealth chain than I. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my wage, it was quite fair considering my experience, but I wasn’t like them… in any way, shape or form.
Joseph guided me through the door and onto the pavement outside. He marched to the right, pulling me with him as he headed straight for the building next door. A doorman nodded, stepping back to allow us to pass into another marble lobby. This time, there was only a small empty desk.
I was about to speak when the doorman called for Joe.
“The elevator isn’t working,” he said, “the guy’s on his way. Sorry!”
Joseph stalled, glancing between the elevator and the front door. I bit my bottom lip as he worked out what to do, his eyebrows raising when he finally looked at me.
“You want to go up the stairs?” His finger pulled my bottom lip from my teeth. “I can carry you some of the way.”
Rolling my eyes, I smiled. “You don’t need to carry me, I’m perfectly capable of walking up a few steps unattended.”
A smirk crossed his face before he made his way to the door next to the elevator. Okay, so I had been nonchalant about the stairs, and my fitness, but what if he was on the top floor? Buildings in London were fucking tall.
Joseph held the door open as I walked through, starting up the steps immediately once I was beside him. Even a posh building couldn’t glam up an emergency stairwell. The walls on each landing were glass, the whole pane showing the street outside. I paused on the first landing to look out. My feet ached, despite only climbing one flight. My small heels were not practical to scale a mountain, they’d have to go.
“Are you okay?” Joseph asked, coming back down a few steps to stand beside me.
“The city is beautiful, isn’t it?” I said, kicking off my shoes and picking them up. “I’ve never seen a view like this, even though we’re low to the floor. These streets are just so pretty.”
His hand slunk around my waist as he stood behind me. “We better not waste time, the view is even better up there.”
He pointed upwards and stood back, beckoning for me to go on. I did as I was told, following him up another three flights of stairs. My breath was heavy and my feet beginning to chafe from the cold floor .
“Are you ready for me to carry you?” Joseph asked, his breath normal and his cheeks not even the slightest shade of pink.
Licking my lips, I tilted my head to the side. “I doubt you’d be able to carry me far, I’m not the most lightest of feathers.”
His growl resounded around us as he turned and bent his knees, encouraging me to climb onto his back. Ah, okay, that wasn’t the most romantic carry in the world, but I clambered on anyway, giggling as he started up the next flight. He was jogging with me on his back, my boobs rubbing on his suit jacket and my thighs held tight by his thick hands. The jiggling made me laugh louder as he took me up another two flights.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his breath only slightly panting by now.
Clinging to his shoulders, I replied. “It’s like you’re a firefighter, rescuing me from a fire.”
He paused on the next landing and dropped me to the floor. “Is that so?”
Turning to look at me, he took a deep breath, his gaze caressing my face and instantly putting a fire in my belly. The flames in my stomach danced merrily, waving a happy goodbye to my inexperience. My V card was about to get posted. Just as soon as we reached this bloody apartment .
“I’ve admired your work from afar,” Joseph said, “Now I want to admire you up close.”
Tension heated the small area as Joe pushed me against the wall, his lips descending onto mine. My arms were pinned as he pressed his hands on the wall, either side of me. I was trapped, unable to reach for him or control the depth of our kiss. My chest tightened as I shuffled, letting him know that I wasn't comfortable. His tongue pushed into my mouth, making my knees weak and distracting me.
The clunk of an opening door jolted us and Joe stepped back, smiling at the two men who had appeared on the landing. Their eyes widened when they studied me. What was it? Had my lipstick gone everywhere?
Grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the door, Joe held my waist as he turned to stare at the men. They nodded, sharing some unspoken message. I was too naive to understand what they'd just communicated between them, but it made me nervous.
“Do you know them?” I asked, allowing Joe to lead me into the corridor and towards the apartment.
Shrugging, he unlocked the door with the key and entered the hallway. “I've seen them around.”
I halted abruptly, right in the doorway. “Is that because you bring all of your women here? ”
I hadn't been too concerned about his past, I couldn't exactly expect him to be a virgin. However, I wasn't sure I wanted to catch a disease either.
A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leant on the door. “No, it's not that. We belong to a men’s club, that's all. I've seen them there.”
“Are you a Freemason?” I didn't know much about them, but I knew they were a society who had male members.
The burst of laughter that shot from him made me relax slightly.
“No, no,” he said, “I'll explain one day.” Taking my hand, he squeezed my fingers. “However, I assure you that I'm not a man-whore.”
My shoulders relaxed as I stepped through the threshold and followed him into the apartment. A huge living area opened up in front of me, the creams and golds blending nicely with the wooden furniture. Double doors were open on the right, showing me a glimpse of a king-size bed with a pale pink damask bedcover.
“Wow,” I murmured, looking over my shoulder when glass clinked.
He was standing by a drinks cabinet, pouring a golden liquid into two tumblers. Of course, he would bust out the old man's alcohol as soon as we'd come through the door. How could it be anymore cliché ?
“Are you judging me?” he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
I smiled and shook my head, turning to go and explore the rest of the apartment. It wasn't that I didn't want to be near him, I just needed a moment to assimilate. I was about to go to bed with my boss. The thought of it made me crap myself. Did I really want him to see me raw and naked?
“The bathroom is exquisite,” he called as I entered the bedroom.
Putting my head around the corner of the door, I raised my eyebrows this time. “So you have been here before.”
Waving a hand in dismissal, he sauntered over with the two drinks, handing me one as he entered the room. The huge bed was plush, the pillows covered in a fine Egyptian cotton. I only knew the material because I'd often had to choose samples for Joe's bedroom designs. I'd never been able to afford such luxury, but working with it, I knew how to spot it from a mile away.
“Are you imagining what it would be like?” He stroked the bottom of my back, smiling down at me when I looked up at him.
A zing of expectation made my nipples hard and I took the drink from him, just to distract myself. I had promised to let him take the lead, so if he wanted me to get drunk, I was down with that. Except, when I flung the drink down my throat, the burn made me cough. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my face, his eyes creased in concern.
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat, “I'm more of a prosecco type of girl.”
His lip quirked as he downed his own whiskey and took my glass from me. “Prosecco it is.”
Leaving me in the bedroom, he disappeared back into the living area to prepare more drinks. My throat still burned from where the liquid had stripped it. I had never understood why people liked to swallow fire liquid, it wasn't enjoyable. In fact it–
My thoughts paused when I opened the bathroom door. The huge tub was big enough for two, I couldn't help but admire the marble surround. The twin sinks were made of the same beautiful material and the walk-in shower was as big as my whole bathroom. I had never desired a shit-ton of money or the luxury that came with it. Instead, I just wanted to be able to create my baby nurseries and be happy with what I had in life... plus, maybe have someone who actually loved me, but that was a deep hidden secret.
“Do you want to get in?” Joe's breath fanned my neck, making the hairs reach for him.
I slowly turned to him and shook my head, not wanting to waste another moment of our time together. I'd been fantasising about the man; it was time to turn my dreams into reality.
“I don't know what this is between us,” I started, reaching for the hem of my dress, “but I'm ready to explore it.”
“No,” he barked, stilling me with just one word. “I want to undress you.”
Placing the glasses of bubbling liquid onto the side of the bath, he turned to me and gestured with his finger, telling me to go to him. I did as I was told, my knees shaking as I approached him. His face was calm, his eyelids hooded. The tight line of his lips made me question what his intentions were. It didn’t look like he wanted to devour me. Instead, the serious expression in his eyes almost singed my skin.
“Our relationship is unique,” he murmured, placing his hands on my neck and running them down my shoulders, taking all my straps with them.
The swift movement bared my shoulders, my décolletage and the swell of my breasts. He paused, his breath low and even as he stared at my revealed skin.
“Go on,” I whispered .
My breath hitched when he ripped the clothes down to my waist, exposing my breasts completely.
His gaze raked over my tits, drinking in every inch of them before his head dropped, as if he was lacking impulse control. His tongue flicked out to lap at my nipple, the soft wet feel of him sending a jolt straight to my pussy.
A gasp left me as I held his head to my chest, basking in his attention. He took my arms and pulled them away from him, moving them to rest by my sides. Frowning, I glanced down at him as he unclipped my bra at the back and pushed my clothes to the floor, revealing my plain black thong. I held my breath as he stood back and raked his gaze down my figure, pausing when he reached my lower regions.“As pretty as this is,” he said, dipping his fingers into the side of my thong and pulling it down my legs, “it has to go.”
I couldn’t speak, too afraid that my voice would shake like my insides.
“You are very pretty down there.” His voice was low as he appraised me, “I appreciate that you shave it off, it suits you.”
My gulp was audible as he got to his knees and tucked his hand between my thighs, pulling them apart. I opened for him, allowing him access to my most intimate part. His dark greying hair reflected the light above as he leaned forward and inspected me, using his fingers to open my slit and peek. I released a shuddery breath, unsure what I was supposed to be feeling. Heat was building in the pit of my stomach as I watched him, eager to see some sort of appreciation on his face.
He lifted his gaze and pushed a finger inside me, smiling when I bit my lip. The naughtiness of his touch made me soak his finger with my juices. His eyelids were heavy, his mouth slightly open. My knees shook as the intensity of his gaze and his smooth finger sent shocks of desire from me.
“Are you...” His breath grew heavy, “...still intact?”
Furrowing my brow, I swallowed, not sure what... oh...
“I- I erm...” Stuttering, I moved away from him, quickly slipping into the shower so I could hide.
Avoiding his gaze through the glass wall, I switched the water on and ducked under it.When I re-emerged, Joe was undoing his shirt, each button slowly, one at a time. I stepped to the back of the shower, facing him. A very fine layer of black hairs coated his pecs, sweeping from one nipple to the other. Admiring the ridges of muscle as he shrugged off his shirt, I blinked the water from my eyes. For an older man, he was in impeccable shape. Unlike me; I was holding a few extra pounds around the midriff. I hadn't been able to shift it since puberty. Not that the copious amount of chocolate and wine helped, of course.
“Do you think any less of me?” I asked through the rush of water. My eyes were glued to his hands as he unclipped his smart trousers and let them drop to the stone floor.
His strong thighs clenched as he kicked the material away from his feet, smooth and experienced, all at the same time. His tight underwear hugged the length of his cock, trapping it against his stomach. I swallowed down a gulp as he lowered his underwear, allowing his penis to spring free. The thickness of him made me put a hand on my stomach. He was already extremely aroused and extremely big, the whole length of him longer than my vibrator, which I didn't think was possible. Shit, how na?ve I was.
“Your innocence is something to be proud of,” he murmured, his deep voice caressing my core. “I'm honoured that you're trusting me with it.”
I swear his cock grew even thicker as he stepped into the shower and reached through the water for me. He turned me so I faced the glass wall and pulled me tight against him. I tried not to wiggle as his penis prodded my back, making me feel all sorts of nervous. My hands shook as I kept them by my sides, not sure what to do with them.
“I... I feel like a young teenager,” I said, “embarrassed that I'm still a virgin.”
Not being able to see his face made it easier to speak my truth. There was something about his energy that invited me to open up... just a little.
His hands ran from my elbows and up my arms, onto my shoulders, spreading a soft foam over me. I hadn’t even heard him get the shower gel, I’d been too engrossed in the feel of him pressed against my back. The bubbles burst against my skin, tickling my senses and tightening the knot in my stomach even more. The fan of his breath on my neck made me shudder.
“I like it,” he whispered, trailing his hand down my stomach and burying it between my legs as the water ran over our backs, “it turns me on.”
My head fell back against his shoulder as his finger circled my clit, swirling and pressing. The tingles started instantly as he exerted his expertise, his precise movements sending delicious sparks into my core. I pressed my hands against the glass, gasping as his head dropped to my neck and he nibbled me, kissing my skin straight after to soothe the sharp sting .
“Do you want this?” He released the pressure and the building tingles stopped.
Grabbing his hand, I pressed it against me, nodding desperately. My breath became uneven as his fingers went back to work, swirling and pinching my sensitive clit. The pleasure returned, rising and increasing until I shook violently, bucking my hips to meet his hand.
“Cum for me, little one,” he encouraged, the gravel of his tone strained as he held me up.
Hearing how turned on he was, I rocked my hips back, enjoying the pulsing length of him as it pressed firmly against my back. He caught me off guard, slipping a finger inside me and teasing my entrance at the same time as my clit. The gorgeous shocks of pleasure crested and exploded, spreading from my core and shaking my whole body violently. Joe held me tight against him, keeping his hand still so I could enjoy the orgasm that ripped through me.
“That was delicious,” he murmured against my neck.
As the vibrations started to ebb, I reached behind me and gripped his cock, sliding my fingers down the length of him. His breath caught in his throat as one of his hands cupped my tit, squeezing gently. I increased the pressure on his shaft, turning slightly so I could get a better grip. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, gently guiding me up and down to a rhythm that he obviously enjoyed. His eyes were heavy as he watched me, his gaze intent on my face. I licked my lips, uncomfortable with the intimate attention while he helped me pleasure him. His free hand travelled up the inside of my thigh, caressing my skin. He suddenly went still, increasing the pressure on my hand when I tried to pump his length again.
“What's that?” He growled, stroking the very inside of my thigh.
A cold sweat made me shiver as I tried to pull away. He kept me trapped, holding tight to my wrist. The flush of shame that burned my neck made me drop my gaze.
“It's just stretchmark scars,” I said, feeling like a child who had been caught with stolen chocolate.
Lifting my chin, Joe stared into my eyes. “Let me see.”
I shook my head, realising that Joe's penis still pulsed hard in my hand. Apparently, he didn't get turned off easily.
“No, I'd prefer–”
His finger covered my lips to silence me. “If we're going to do this, I want to know all of you.”
Huh, how could I let anyone know all of me? I didn't even know all of me.
“Listen,” he said, his tone sharp, “I've seen plenty of shit in my life. I can't imagine that you've been through anything that I can't handle.”
“It's just stretchmarks,” I insisted, closing my eyes when he glared. “And... scars.”
A cold fear gripped me, causing the hairs on my arms to raise. No one had ever seen or felt the self-harm scars on my thighs. They were hidden, a secret that I vowed never to share. And here I was, stupidly forgetting that there was a chance that he'd find them... he'd gone further than any man had before.
He reached for me, holding his hands up in surrender when I scooted away and stood directly under the stream of water. The tip of his cock still pointed to the ceiling. How was it that he was still turned on right now? Maybe he'd taken a Viagra to ensure that he stayed hard enough.
Hugging myself, I licked my lips and glanced over to the marble sink. It was too hot and I was too bothered by the memories that drove me to cut myself.
“I think I want to go,” I muttered when he stayed silent.
Approaching me slowly, he offered his hand, his brooding eyes softening when I slipped my wet fingers into his. He tugged me gently, inviting me to go closer. I froze, suddenly aware that all my demons were thrashing around in my mind, trying to wreak havoc on my joy. They were quick to strangle anything that dared to look good.
“You hurt yourself?” His tone was higher pitched than normal.
My initial nod turned into a shake of the head. “Yes, but not anymore.”
His silence was an invitation for me to tell him more. I wasn't used to someone wanting to know my story. He already knew that I’d been abandoned, did he need to know more?
“I won't force you to stay,” Joe said when I didn’t go on, “but...” He paused as he stroked my elbow, “... I won't touch you anymore tonight if you're not ready. If you stay, I'll hold you and chase your fears away.”
Rubbing a wet hand over my face, I sighed. He smiled when I looked at him, his expression suddenly amused. Oh shit, my make-up.
Using my fingers, I scrubbed under my eyes, hoping that I'd cleared away the black mascara. Nothing showed my sophistication more than looking like a panda. “This isn't quite what I imagined in my fantasy.”
“Fantasy?” He stood taller, seemingly forgetting about my scars, which was a relief.
My heartbeat increased as he watched me, his jaw tight. “Yeah,” I said, inching closer, “ever since I saw your handsome face, I've been fantasising about what you could do to me.”
He inhaled and leaned forward, his breath exhaling before his lips touched mine softly. “I'll let you derail me this time because I'm intrigued,” he said, “but I still want to know about your demons.”
I froze, my stomach bubbling in nervousness as he stroked a finger down my cheek.
“Those bastards are never being revealed,” I muttered, retreating slightly.
He reached for me, his fingers wrapping around the tops of my arms as he pulled. I had no choice but to look up at him and allow him to stare into my eyes intently. “You will tell me,” he whispered, “I have to know all of you. You're not allowed to hide.”
I swallowed down a rising doubt as his features softened. The humidity of the shower made it hard for me to breathe... who was I fucking kidding? Not only was he hot as fuck, he had offered to ease my demons… if I was prepared to show him what they were. Jeez, if he wasn't careful, a girl could fall for him.
“I'll stay,” I whispered, pressing my lips against his in a chaste kiss. “Please. ”
He released me and stepped out of the shower. The water dripped down the ridges on his stomach and ran the length of his cock, which was still as hard as a marrow. As tempting as it was to ask him whether he'd geared himself up with drugs, I resisted, instead taking his proffered hand and allowing him to pull me out from my hiding place.
“You can silence my demons with that thing.” I raised my eyebrows and nodded at his huge dick.
Tilting his head to the side, he put his hands on his hips and smirked. “I'm not sure you're ready to handle this.”
My mouth dropped open as he reached for a towel, holding it up for me as I followed him. I accepted the luscious material and wrapped it around myself, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden. I shouldn't have been surprised by his arrogance, I had started the banter. However, his reply had stung, considering he knew that I was a virgin. Instead of letting him know that he’d affected me, I kept my expression blank, determined to keep him at arm’s length.
“I think I could handle you,” I quipped back, rubbing my skin dry.
Glancing over his broad shoulder, he smiled, his eyes widening as he moved towards the bathroom door and opened it, calling back when he went through. “Time will tell, my little one.”
A choke almost closed my throat as I rushed out behind him, just to watch his tight arse as he wandered to the kitchen area and opened a drawer. When he saw me admiring his gorgeous frame, he quirked an eyebrow. The whole evening hadn't been what I’d expected. Where was the ripping off of clothes and mad love making?
Instead, he was holding up a fork and a bowl of strawberries. Seriously?
“You're hungry?” I squeaked.
Pursing his lips, he gestured for me to go to him. I stepped closer, kinda baffled by his shift from intensity to hunger. He reached for my wrist, tugging me to him before spearing a strawberry with his fork and hovering it near my mouth. I went to take the metal, but he stopped me, offering to feed me instead.
My mouth opened and I bit into the fruit as he drew it nearer. He watched me, his eyes narrowing when I chewed. I tried not to shudder from the intensity of his gaze. Something about being fed was gorgeously intimate.
When I'd swallowed, Joe leaned forward and licked my lips, humming a happy sound. I stayed completely still, my eyes fluttering closed as he pushed his tongue further onto my lips, tasting the inside of my mouth before grabbing the back of my head. I melted against him, accepting the brutal press of his kiss as it intensified.
Our bodies pressed together, the towel the only thing keeping our nakedness from melding into one. I slid my hands down his taut back, caressing the hard muscle that covered his shoulders. He reached between us and yanked the towel away. I gasped as our skin pushed together, the deliciousness of his hard cock making my vagina slick.
“I can't take your virginity today...” He murmured, pulling away and cupping my face, “...but I'm going to do everything else.”
Frowning, I stopped his advance with a hand on his chest. “Wait, why?”
Running his knuckles over my cheek, he gulped, as if he were struggling to hold back. “Because you're special. I don't mind admitting that I'm flattered that you want me to be your first. Extremely turned on by it, in fact.”
“Well, I'm not sure this is turning me on,” I replied, going to step away.
He caught me around the waist, lifting me up and over his shoulder. My bare arse stuck up into the air, right near his head, as I flailed around, rather excitedly. Butterflies flickered in my stomach as he entered the bedroom and threw me on the bed, bouncing down on top of me. I laughed as his weight squashed me into the soft mattress. I hadn't been expecting him to distract me, but when his tongue flicked over my earlobe, I inhaled sharply as shivers spread down my body.
“Is this turning you on?” he whispered, running his hand up my stomach, cupping my breast and squeezing hard.
I nodded a yes and turned to him, searching his gaze, which had gone a little cold. Had he been offended by my remark? I suppose I had thrown his chivalry in his face in the most unattractive way.
“I'm sorry,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I didn't mean it, when I said that you weren't turning me on, it was, just...”
“I forgive you.” His words were bitten through his teeth. “Now, don't do it again. Or I'll have to spank you.”
My eyes widened as his flat hand slid down over my pelvic bone and pushed, quite roughly, between my slit. The pressure of his fingers dipping into my entrance quickened my breath and moistened mypussy. The threat of being spanked added something to the excitement and I wondered what it would feel like. I hadn’t ever thought about kinky shit, but the idea of being smacked by him didn’t put me off. “Maybe you should,” I said through my panting.
“Don't tempt me.” He kissed me hard, pressing his penis into my side as he pushed two fingers inside me. “I just might lose control.”
A grin split my face as he ended the kiss and dropped his head to my breasts, sucking and teasing them, even pinching hard. I wanted him to lose control. I really really wanted him to lose control. The thought of bringing him to his knees in that way almost sent me over the edge.
“Will you surrender to me?” he whispered as his thumb circled my clit.
My hair grazed against the soft pillow as I nodded. “Yes, do what you want to me.”
I was in no position to attempt to get him to lose control. He was the one who had the experience, and he clearly wanted me to give over to him, so who was I to argue?
A small smile crossed his lips before he slunk down me, his tongue tracing a line from my navel, over my pubic bone and into my folds. My legs fell apart as my hips rose, pressing myself further into his face. His tongue swirled and lapped at me, flicking over every sensitive part of my labia. I stretched back, my eyes closed as my body shook .
“Are you ready to do the same to me?” he murmured, lifting his head and looking me directly in the eye.
Swallowing, I pushed up into a sit. “Yes, I want you in my mouth.”
“Good girl.” Standing, he turned towards me, his erection stretching out.
Shit… a shiver made me purse my lips and look away. Joe had no idea what my trauma involved, and seeing him, standing there, all long and thick and proud… it scared me more than he’d ever realise.
His hand cupped my cheek as his soft gaze drew me closer. I licked my lips, smiling when his eyes widened in anticipation. It was my turn to make him feel pleasure... the thought made me lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of his penis. My skill was questionable but as I sucked and licked him, he groaned and pressed a hand to the back of my head. I moaned as a zip of excitement slipped to my pussy, making it heavy.
“Your mouth feels incredible,” Joe said, rubbing my head, “You're so enthusiastic.”
I slowed my aggressive sucking, taking his length in my hand and using it to guide my mouth down. His legs were steady as he watched me, his eyes glazed over as his breath heaved. The thickness of his penis stretched my lips as our gaze locked. It was the only physical sign that he liked it.
“Harder.” He placed his fingers over mine and squeezed, yanking them up until they bashed into my mouth.
A groan escaped me as he sighed and closed his eyes. I followed his lead, allowing him to guide my hand up and down, over and over. Flicking my tongue around his head, I smiled when his thigh muscles tensed. Yeah, he was Mr Cool, not showing how turned on he was... but I could feel the pressure as it built at the base of his cock. He was going to explode.
“Swallow,” he ordered, stilling my hand as he went rigid and threw his head back.
Warm liquid cum shot into my mouth and I swallowed it down, almost choking from the force of it.
“Good girl.” He pulled out before I'd finished and grinned when his ejaculate dribbled down my chin.
Reaching for the bedsheet, he bent down and used it to wipe my face clean.
“That was delicious,” he murmured, kissing me deep and pushing me to lay back on the bed. “Thank you.”
Curling into his side, I rested my head on his chest. He stroked my back before lifting my chin and pressing his lips on mine. I searched his gaze, looking for reassurance. Had he liked my technique? Had I pleased him enough?
“What is it?” he asked, running a finger down the centre of my forehead, “You look... afraid.”
“Did I...please you? I stuttered, ducking my gaze when my neck flushed.
A growl rumbled in his chest where it was pressed against my cheek. I was startled by the sound and pulled away, only to be yanked back again.
“You don't trust anyone, do you?” He stroked my hair and turned my face to look up at him.
Blinking to avoid the intensity of his gaze, I shook my head. “No one has given me cause to trust them... ever.”
Something flashed in his eyes... anger? Excitement? I wasn't sure.
Before I could think too hard, his arms tightened around me and he leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. “I promise you this,” he muttered against my skin, “you can trust me. With everything...” He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “...because I'm going to protect you, no matter the cost.”