Chapter 5
5
SIERRA
T he foil packet made this all too real.
I was about to have sex. For the first time ever. With the hottest man I’d ever seen.
I watched as Travis slid the condom into place, fascinated with the sight of him sliding his hand over his shaft. Was it weird to find the sight of a man touching himself sexy? Correction—I found this man touching himself sexy. Everything about him was sexy.
He positioned himself at my entrance, and I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him toward me with my feet crossed over his ass.
“You’re so tight,” he said, closing his eyes and pausing. “And so wet.”
Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of rain pounding on the roof above us. It reminded me there was a storm brewing outside. I tensed, wondering what would happen if a tornado blew through right now. Would we be safe?
His eyes popped open, and he leaned back a little. He’d misunderstood my tension. He started to pull away, but my feet were locked in place behind him. I couldn’t bring myself to release him, even if he wanted to go.
He gestured to the room around us, looking up at the ceiling. “Your first time can’t be here in a closet.”
“It’s an office,” I said.
But yeah, it was about the size of a closet. This was where my boss would be working once the lobby was finished. Would I ever be able to walk in here again without remembering this? Doubtful.
“I want this,” I said. “I want it hot and…scandalous. I want it with you, and only you.”
Travis looked at me, and I hoped he saw in my eyes everything I wanted to say but couldn’t. I’d only known him three days, and I’d decided to give my virginity to him. It made little sense to me, so I doubted he grasped it. Or, judging by the way his features softened, maybe he did.
He felt it too. This had to happen—not just today, but every day for the rest of our lives.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
He reached up and brushed a strand of fallen hair off my face. The gesture was so tender, so intimate, it brought tears to my eyes. Great. All I needed to do was get emotional. That would scare him off if nothing else did.
I took a deep breath and said with all the confidence in me, “Positive. Now, fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”
His eyes widened at that. Yeah, he hadn’t expected me to talk dirty. I hadn’t either. There was plenty more where that came from.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
But that smile slowly faded as he pushed inside me, stopping for several seconds before moving a little deeper. His eyes closed, and I could tell he was enjoying it. I, meanwhile, had to wiggle a little to try to widen myself for him. He was big, but I was also tight. Nothing like this had ever been inside me. Nothing at all had ever been inside me, actually.
I tilted toward him, bracing myself on my hands behind me on the table. The pressure inside me increased, then turned to pain. But it was okay. I knew it would get easier. My friends told me it would.
It took several minutes of him pulling out and easing back in, but gradually it wasn’t quite so painful. I closed my eyes and tilted my head toward the ceiling, determined to bear this until he came. It was all about his orgasm. I’d already had mine.
Just as I’d started to notice the pain was diminishing, I felt Travis’s finger on my clit. My eyes opened, and I looked down. He was touching me. The sight of that, combined with his cock sliding in and out of me, made me feel all warm and tingly.
Was it possible I could come again? No way.
When I lifted my gaze to his face, he was watching me, and the look of desire on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t believe I was the recipient of that. He wanted me. He thought I was sexy.
I could already see myself falling in love with him.
That thought didn’t scare me. Instead, it turned me on even more. What we were doing was important. It was cementing something between us. I trusted this man with my body and my life.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, staring down at his fingers.
The intense concentration on his face told me he was holding out for me. I closed my eyes again and felt all of it. The friction of his cock moving in and out of me, his fingers increasing their speed over my clit.
Oh, God. I was going to come. I could hardly believe it, but I was going to come. The storm outside crescendoed just as I did, the pounding on the roof matching the pounding of my heart.
And then he was crying out too—a sound that was almost a roar. I opened my eyes and stared at him, marveling at just how incredibly handsome he was in this moment.
As he came back down, I straightened, putting my body within closer reach. Now that it was over, we’d kiss and it would be clear that things were different between us. We’d freely look at each other with adoring eyes.
That was how it played out in my head, anyway. But in reality, when his eyes opened, I could see things had changed—in a completely different direction.
He didn’t even look at me. He just pulled out, snatched up his clothes, and said, “I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow.”
As Travis rushed out the door, a chill spread over my body that had nothing to do with the fact that I was sitting naked in the middle of an air-conditioned room. The storm that had raged during our lovemaking had now slowed to nothing. All I heard was silence.
It was as if the past half hour never even happened. And I was left wondering if I’d imagined the entire thing.