Chapter 4
4
TRAVIS
T his damn woman was going to be the death of me. Every day this week, she popped out of her room in a dressy blouse and pants. She was truly a professional from head to toe, but there was no concealing those curves.
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d jerked off thinking about her. At least once after arriving home each night and once before bed too. But sometimes she’d pop into my head while I was watching TV or eating dinner, leading to an emergency whack-off session.
By midafternoon on Thursday, I was exhausted from trying to stay focused on the task at hand. Today, it was worse than usual. I was painting the lobby, and Sierra had thrown on a T-shirt and shorts and come out to help me. I loved having her nearby, but I kept messing up, and it was all because of her.
“It’s starting to look dark out there.”
Sierra’s words pulled me out of my nine thousandth fantasy of the day. In this one, I had her facing the reception desk I’d build once we had the painting finished. I was doing her from behind, my hands on those bare tits as I made her cry out for me to fuck her harder.
I stepped back from my work and looked out the front window. She was right. It had gotten dark out there. Too dark for the time of day. A storm was definitely brewing.
“I didn’t even know rain was predicted today,” she commented.
I turned and saw her staring down at her phone—probably checking the radar. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which was a different look for her. More cute than sexy. But having her hair tied back would come in handy if she were to go down on me. My mind immediately launched into another fantasy.
“Tornado warning,” she said, looking up at me, her eyes wide.
I must have misheard. “What?”
“There’s a tornado warning.”
She turned the screen around and walked toward me, bringing it closer. Sure enough, the words “tornado warning” were written in big red text across the top of her screen.
“Probably no big deal,” I said. But I was already looking around. “They issue those all the time, and nothing comes of it.”
She smelled so fucking good. Like cinnamon and sugar. I’d love to taste her neck while I plunged inside her?—
“I guess Mrs. Gray’s office would be the safest place,” Sierra said.
Huh? Oh yeah. The tornado. A potentially dangerous storm was brewing outside these walls, and all I could think about was sticking my dick inside her.
“It couldn’t hurt,” I choked out. “There’s not a basement here.”
“You think we should go in there now?” she asked.
I turned and looked outside again. Was it possible it had gotten even darker? There was no rain. Was that a good or bad sign with a tornado? I couldn’t remember.
“Let’s go,” I said.
I sealed up the paint so it wouldn’t dry out and followed Sierra to the small office. The room held only a table that I assumed was meant to be used as a desk. Nobody had bothered to put a chair in here, though.
When I closed the door behind us, the room felt even smaller than normal. All week, we’d eaten our lunch in here, seated on the floor—takeout from the various restaurants in town. But with the door open, it hadn’t seemed quite so intimate. Or maybe it was the fact that my fantasies about her had been accelerating in recent days.
Whatever the case may be, all I could think about was that we were completely alone in here. We could do anything, and nobody would know outside this room.
“Do you think it’s safe?” she asked as she climbed up on the table.
Her bare legs dangled from the edge, slightly parted. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to step between them and kiss her like she’d never been kissed before.
“Do you think we’re safe?” she asked.
“It’ll be fine,” I said, shaking my head. “These things rarely turn out to be anything. If the shit hits the fan, I’ll throw my body on top of yours.”
Her eyes widened, and I didn’t even have to review my words. I knew what I’d just said, and I’d meant it innocently enough. But I could see that it might’ve come across a little pervy.
“You know, to protect you,” I rushed to add.
“Or you could, you know, do that anyway.”
Her words threw me for a second. I stood just inside the door, still staring at her, arms crossed over my chest like I was guarding the place. Like some sort of tornado bouncer.
“Cover you with my body?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral in case I’d misunderstood her.
Yes, it had to be a misunderstanding. She had, after all, said earlier in the week that we needed to keep things professional.
“You can never be too safe, right?” she asked.
There was no mistaking the flirtatiousness in her tone. And now I saw a heat in her stare that went straight to my groin.
She wanted me. I wanted her. What the hell was I waiting for?
I closed the short distance between us in just a few steps and, as I’d hoped earlier, her legs parted farther, inviting me to step between them. It was one invitation I was all too happy to accept.
It happened fast. We went from standing apart to having our mouths fused, tongues tangling and hands roaming. I started with her jawline, which I’d dreamed of tracing almost every minute of every day since meeting her. But soon enough, my hands were sliding down her back and under her shirt.
The feel of her soft skin was like water to a man who’d been walking through the desert for days. I wanted to explore every inch of her and then do it all over again.
Her hands were on my back too, nudging my shirt upward. I hated to break the kiss, but I had to since she clearly wanted my shirt off. It was well worth the pause, though, when she reached for the hem of her own shirt and tugged it upward.
And then she sat in front of me, wearing only a nude-colored bra and her shorts. Those would have to go too, but first, I had to kiss her again.
As our kisses grew deeper and more passionate, I felt her fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. I wanted to stop her. She came first. The woman always came first. But I was helpless to stop her as she quickly lowered the zipper, then slid her hands under my briefs and over my butt, shoving them downward.
I sucked in a breath. That broke the kiss. She sat back, a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips as her heavy-lidded eyes dropped to my hard-as-steel cock.
And then her eyes lifted to my face, that smile looking downright naughty as she wrapped those delicate fingers of hers around me. She leaned back, propping herself up on her left arm stretched behind her while her right hand gripped me.
As she ran her hand over my erection, she stared longingly at it. That alone sent a thrill through me like nothing I’d ever known. I let it continue as long as I could bear, but I had to hold out for her.
I gently eased her hand away from me and stepped closer to her, looping my hand around the back of her neck and bending over to capture her mouth in another long kiss. My left hand worked the back of her bra clasp—a tricky maneuver, but I managed to get it loose. Then I broke the kiss, watching as she whipped the bra off and tossed it behind me, smiling seductively as she did so.
This woman was going to drive me right over the edge.
Her breasts were even more beautiful than I’d imagined, and I’d spent a lot of time imagining them. They were full but perky, with pale pink nipples. I longed to cup them as I licked their beaded tips, but the positioning was awkward, so instead, I reached for the fastening on her shorts and worked on removing those. She helped, shoving them down.
When she reached for her panties, I shook my head. She seemed surprised. I couldn’t blame her. Why would I want her panties on? But I just continued to remove my jeans and underwear.
When I returned to her, we were both fully naked aside from her panties. I gripped my cock like I might be able to calm it down while moving close to Sierra. All that did was make me harder.
“Part your legs for me,” I said.
An odd thing to say, considering I was standing between them. But I needed her to open up for me.
She did just that, and I knelt in front of her, not taking my eyes off her. There was something so fragile about her, but she had an underlying strength. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before, and it drew me to her.
There was also an innocence about the way she watched me—as though she’d never seen anything like what I was doing. Was it possible she was a virgin? No, she’d said she was twenty-three. A twenty-three-year-old couldn’t be a virgin, could she?
The fantasy that I might be her first sent a thrill through me.
I touched her, running my thumb over her clit in a circular motion. She was so wet, I could feel it through her panties. Knowing I’d turned her on that much made me hold back a smile.
Her eyelids grew heavy again, then finally closed. She threw her head back, putting her weight on both of her hands on the table behind her. Still watching her, I tentatively probed the cloth with my tongue, letting the friction of the fabric do some of the work. After a couple of minutes of that, I nudged the fabric aside with my thumb and touched her.
When she cried out, I smiled, knowing my trick had paid off. All that teasing had heightened her pleasure. I pulled back slightly and tugged her panties down, jerking them off and throwing them aside before resuming my work.
I slid a finger inside her as I touched my tongue to her clit, smiling again at how wet she was. I’d done that to her. No one else. Above us, the tap-tap of rain on the roof reminded me that storms were building outside. I didn’t care. A tornado could surround us, and I probably wouldn’t even notice at this point. That was how caught up in her I was.
“Oh yes,” she said. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Her words of encouragement only turned me on more. I was doing everything I could not to think about the woman on the table in front of me. I did a mental walk-through of the work I still had to do in this room, which helped a little, but then she cried out, notching the ache in my groin up a level or two.
I needed release, and I needed it soon.
She cried out again, this time saying, “Oh, shit” so many times it almost brought a smile to my face. But I remained focused on the goal. I couldn’t let up now. I didn’t let up until her body relaxed and she sat up straighter, letting me know her orgasm had reached its glorious conclusion.
“ That’s what all the fuss is about,” she said.
My eyebrows lifted as I sat back on my heels. I was fully prepared to stand up and kiss her again as I moved her around on that table so I could slide into her. But those words stopped everything.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
She shook her head.
“Have you had sex before?”
Again, she shook her head. And this time her expression changed to one of worry.
“Does that scare you off?”
I felt my own expression change. In fact, I was getting downright emotional. This woman had no idea what she was doing to me. Not just my body—my heart .
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
“I want this,” she said. “I want to lose my virginity to you. Today. Here. Now. Any more questions?”
I sure as hell didn’t have them. Trying not to smile, I turned and retrieved the condom I kept in my wallet, just in case. Then I returned to her, determined to give her the best first time a woman could have.