EIGHT Feeling Dizzy
N OAH
As overwhelmed as I feel, there’s some aspect of my mind that’s thankful she gave me an assignment to complete. The frightening thing is that I won’t become her employee—or contractor, as Elegance puts it—if I fail to complete it right.
With my manhood pointing at an area on a woman that until recently I’d only ever seen on a rudimentary diagram, I approach, feeling and hearing my own heart hammering behind my ribcage. I wonder if she can hear it, too, then concentrate on what has to happen next. I need to please her.
Somehow.
I’m ashamed to say that I actually did spend some time on Elegance’s website watching some of the instructional videos they provide. They didn’t call these videos pornography for which I’m grateful. It wouldn’t feel decent to go indulging in something so salacious.
One of the boys in my church was once caught with some, and all of us were then lectured and shouted at for over an hour about how such depraved lewdness would rot our brains and corrupt our souls. I didn’t dare give in to temptation after that.
Even watching the videos on the site made me feel guilty, but they offered some needed insight into how to pleasure a partner. Trying to slow my breathing, I picture one similar to my situation now as I reach for her generous backside, ignoring how much my hands quiver.
Glad she’s facing away, I gradually make contact with the globes of her bare flesh. She leans into my touch and moans, making me harder than ever, but encouraged by this, I grip her more firmly.
Her skin is so warm. So smooth. Being naked behind a naked woman has me feeling dizzy.
“Problem?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder.
“Uh, no,” I tell her, not sure whether it’s a lie or not. Breathing way too fast, I stretch out my hand until it’s between a woman’s legs for the first time. I find wetness and—oh my gosh, so much heat —and can’t help groaning.
Oh , shoot.
I can’t believe how good this feels. How good she feels. Instinctually, I rub my thickness against her backside then across her slick interior, feeling so much elation that I clamp my eyes shut.
Stars burst behind the lids, my pulse races, and my breath is breaking out of me in harsh stutters. Already, my balls are drawing up closer to my body. If I’m not careful, I’m going to explode. I swallow, attempting to maintain control.
“Hey, Noah?”
“Yeah,” I squeak like a mouse.
“Do you feel all right? You seem awfully hesitant. Usually, men in this position are anything but.”
“Um...” Maybe it’s the wooziness I’m feeling, but the truth buzzes out of me of its own accord. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before.”
“Never done doggie style?”
I gulp again. What if she casts me out for admitting this? But I’ve already gone too far.
“I’ve never been with a woman like this. At all.”
She twists herself like a pretzel and drops her bottom onto the comforter as she glares into my eyes.
“You shitting me?” she demands, sounding furious.
“No, Ms. Pinkerton. I omitted it from my profile because I needed to get hired. My dad was laid off and my mom’s job is only part-time. Then, he had a stroke and she had to take a leave of absence to look after him. My firefighting salary isn’t enough to cover all that medical debt.”
This all flies out of me in a rush, but I can’t reel it back in. It’s already out there for one thing. Also, my parents owe over eighty-five thousand dollars, and I can’t allow them to go bankrupt.
I wait for her to gesture toward the door and order me out.
For a minute that feels like a tiny eternity, she remains silent, and I don’t know what to do. Fear crushes any arousal I might’ve had making my body deflate and bringing my humiliation full circle.
Have I just doomed my family to penniless ruin?
Then, the lady who holds my future in her hands unwinds herself. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she crooks her finger at me.
“Come here, Noah.” Instantly, I climb up beside her, hoping against hope she’ll offer me another chance. “First, don’t call me Ms. Pinkerton. Refer to me as Elliana or Elle. Second, have you ever kissed someone?” I jerkily bob my head. “Kiss me, then.”
I drop my lips over hers, and as I do, she brings my hands up to her chest. There’s jewelry there, piercings like what girls wear in their ears. I can feel them as my palms make contact with her skin, and tentatively, I stroke the little nubs with my thumbs. She moans, longer and louder than earlier, and I grow aroused again.
I gasp.
“Good. Now touch me,” she says. “Touch me everywhere.”
It feels slightly less scandalous now that I’ve been given such explicit permission, so I bring my hands along her shoulders and arms. Tracing down her stomach, I make the dangling piercing in her belly button jingle. I lift one hand up to feather my fingers through her long sleek hair, kissing her neck.
“Nice.” Her compliment encourages me to keep going.
I scoot backward, removing those dangerous-looking heels so I can massage her feet. The teeniest bit braver now, I take a seated position between her legs, studying the mystery at the apex of her thighs.
This part of her isn’t like the diagrams or how I ever thought it might be, but it’s also not frightening. There are crevices and folds like flower petals, anatomy so different from mine. Yet even despite this—and the fact that parts of her have these jewelry piercings—I feel better having a greater understanding of the female form.
My perspective changes when I trail a finger along those layered bits of her and feel that slickness again. She lets her eyes slide shut and widens her knees even further, letting me see precisely what I’m doing.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Do more of that.”
I do as she demands, and the slipperiness increases. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, I think, so I lay over her, levering myself up on my elbows. This brings me so close to her that my erect length naturally glides against her center, and when I grab myself and maneuver my hips just right, I enter her.
Terrified, I freeze.
For a few seconds, I can’t make myself move. She peers up at me, patiently smoothing her thumb along my cheekbone, and I’m mesmerized by her gaze.
Her irises are a dark amber color with golden flecks near the pupils, and they’re so dazzling that I forget most of my anxiety. She reaches behind me, gripping my backside and nudging me until I push in further.
Oh my gosh. That’s wow... magnificent .
She elevates her hips, creating a rhythmic motion, and I match each of her moves until they become thrusts. But I’ve only managed to finish a handful of these when a spiking joy stronger than I’ve ever felt takes hold, making me yank myself back out.
No. Oh, no .
I feel my balls tighten and a tingling roll up and down my spine. That’s when she takes over, clutching onto me and shoving me back inside her. It’s too much, too pleasurable, and helplessly, I shoot my seed into her inner depths.
Even as the ecstasy flows throughout my entire system, I feel dread. I’ve messed this up, and now it’s over. All over. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and await my fate.
“I apologize. I...”
I close my mouth not knowing what to say, but I’m sure “sorry” isn’t anywhere near enough.
I’m so fired. Fired before I ever officially even gained the position. It must be a record.
“You about to lose it?” she asks out of the blue, and baffled, I lift my head and cast her a quizzical glance.
“Lose it?”
“Your wood? Your cock still feels as hard as a marble slab to me, but are you going to lose it?”
“I don’t know,” I confess. I may not have touched myself much, but when I did—and when I woke from wet dreams—I could keep going for another round or two. Not that I could ever admit that out loud. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, then, let’s try a different position.” The lady might have a sprite-like height, but she demonstrates how strong she is by pushing at me until I flip right on over. Once I’m the one on my back, she straddles me, fisting my member. Despite what just transpired, her fierce rubbing has me clenching my jaw until I’m grinding my molars into powder. “How about I tell you what I want, and you do your best to follow my instructions.”
“Yes, Ms. Pink—I mean, Elle.”
I think I’m prepared for whatever she’s going to do, but when she takes me within her again in one rapid and abrupt motion, I’m astonished at how glorious this feels. How decadent.
No wonder this is considered such a sin.
“Noah, see where my pearl is?”
Bracing myself against her headboard, I adjust my angle until I catch sight of that orb of white.
“Yes.”
“Pinch that between your thumb and finger.” As I oblige her, she pumps herself up and down on top of me. “Yeah, but without the kid’s gloves. Do it harder. Harder . Yeah, just like that.”
I apply more pressure, and she speeds up. She swivels her hips against mine, and something extraordinary happens as we synchronize to each other’s movements. It’s like a dance but horizontal, and I can now comprehend how it’s supposed to go. Although I can feel another climax of mine approaching, I manage to hold it off better.
She commences to moan and keen, her round breasts swinging over my face as she holds herself up using my shoulders.
“Suck my tits. Suck ‘em,” she yells, and I draw them together so I can capture both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I taste metal as I do, but it’s not off-putting. If anything, it just eggs me on. “Oh, Jesus. Jesus fuck .”
I feel her pulsating around me, a deep throbbing that could almost be my own, and that’s all she wrote. I go off like a rocket inside her, coming more powerfully than ever.
I burst and burst and burst again in a series of eruptions, and by the end, my brain goes blank and my muscles turn to goo. She slides down to rest on top of me while we’re still linked together, each of us doing our best to regain our breath.
Whoa. That was just... whoa.
After a little bit, she braces herself up on her arms and grins at me, the heaving of her ribs making her breasts judder slightly. They then sway toward me again as she leans down for another kiss, and I enjoy watching the jewelry glitter and those luscious spheres of flesh move as she does.
“Didn’t do too bad for a first time, honeybunny. Not once we got everything going, anyway.” Sated, I grin back. She hops off her bed to cross her room, and I take in her flawless nudity. It’s too late for my immortal soul, anyway, so I might as well enjoy this. Elliana doesn’t appear to be self-conscious at all. She’s brave, I realize. Fearless. “All right. I’ll let you see yourself out.”
She disappears into the attached bathroom, and on wobbly legs, I pull on my clothes. Feelings war within me as I do. Self-reproach, as anticipated, lightnings through me, obliterating the last dregs of my pleasure. Yet, despite this, a burgeoning pride rises, too. I did what I must. I committed bad misdeeds for the sake of something good. Something necessary.
So, if Elliana Pinkerton decides to boot me out of here, at least I’ll know it won’t be for my own lack of trying.
The question is... will she?