13. Like a Virgin
13
Like a Virgin
Ben
I straighten my cuffs as I weave my way through the wedding crowd. I haven't seen or spoken to Amelia since our phone sex session and I'm feeling on edge. She has ghosted my messages and I can't help but worry that it was too much too quick for her and so she’s pushed me from her life again. The call was not what I had expected, but it had me rock hard at the end and I had to wank off with her whispered "sir" still in my ears.
On my second sweep of the banquet hall I finally spot her at a table tucked away in the far corner. I'm not sure why she’s not sitting with the rest of our friends up front near the top table and a frown forms on my face. A bloke is sitting next to her, the spotlight from the ceiling reflecting of his bald head. He is persistently leaning in for an intimate chat, their faces almost brushing against each other. Without a second thought my legs guide me towards her, but just before I reach the table she utters something, rises from her chair, and strides away. It's only when she catches sight of me that she halts in her tracks, a flush of embarrassment instantly colouring her cheeks.
I grin and let my eyes travel over her body. She’s wearing a flowery dress with a frilly skirt and a low-cut top. Too low cut for my liking, given the stares that guy is giving her.
"Amelia," I greet her and gently cup her elbow to drag her further away from the table.
"Hi, Ben," she replies with an edge of hostility in her voice. Why is she angry with me again?
"You’ve been avoiding me." I lock eyes with her. I need to see the truth; I need to see if I pushed her too far.
"I… Ben, I think I made a mistake." As her gaze drops, a surge of panic floods through me. My heart races... I'm about to lose her, I can feel it.
"Do you really think that?" With a finger under her chin I lift her face so she has to look at me. "Amelia, tell me honestly, did you enjoy our call?"
"I—"
"Don't lie." My voice is firm.
"Sure, but—"
I lean forward, sliding my arms around her waist, and whisper in her ear, "Did you enjoy it when I told you to touch your clit?" I can feel her squirm.
"Yes," she breathes.
"Did calling me sir turn you on?"
"Yes."
"And did you have an amazing orgasm?"
"Yes." She gently holds onto my jacket as if she needs something to steady her.
"Then how can this be wrong?"
"It's not what normal people do."
"Who are these normal people? We have no clue what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, believe me! Forget others. Nobody knows about this. Think about yourself. If you want this, I'm here for you." I take a step back and she almost tumbles forward when she can no longer lean against me.
"Why are you sitting all the way in the back?" I ask, casually changing the topic, and nod to the table. The eyes of her admirer are boring into me. Oh, he’s definitely interested in her and not pleased to see me whisper in her ear. I gently stroke my hand over her back and leave it just above her delicious bum to stake my claim. Childish, I know, but he needs to know she’s mine.
"Miranda paired me up with her cousin, Peter." She turns towards him and quickly turns back when she finds his eyes on us.
"Are you interested in him?" That didn't sound jealous at all, knobhead.
"No! He just told me what his favourite microwave dinner is because he can't cook and then asked me if I'm a good cook. I mean, I know I'm not the most exciting person, but even I want more from life than a bit of nooky over a microwave meal." Her comment makes me snort.
"I think you missed the point where he wants you to cook for him," I chuckle.
"Ben!" She slaps me playfully, but there is a twinkle in her eyes.
"And I think you proved last week that you are anything but boring, darling," I whisper in her ear.
"Ben." This time my name sounds like a moan.
"Dance with me," I demand.
“Why should I?” Amelia crosses her arms. She tries to fight me but her eyes betray her. I know she wants this.
“The way I see it, you have two options. Dance with me or get dragged back to the cousin by Miranda. It’s your call, darling.”
I put my hands on her shoulder and turn her so she can see the bride approaching with Peter.
“Oh shit,” Amelia whispers. “Fine, you win, one dance!”
We’ll see. I take her hand and drag her past a surprised-looking Miranda and a scowling Peter. When I pull Amelia to me my cock thickens. She feels so good and so perfect. I close the distance between us and start to sway with her in my arms. My fingers slide over her curves and when I cup an arse cheek a little moan escapes her. Since our call I haven't been able to think of anything other than letting my fingers go where hers had been.
“Do you like that, darling?” She doesn’t say anything so I squeeze a little harder. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she sighs.
“Good girl." There’s that shudder again. "Tell me how wet you are.”
“Ben! I am not—” I stop her with a rough kiss. Oh fuck. It meant to stop her talking, but I suddenly realise that this is our first kiss in twenty years and it lights a fire in me that I thought had died forever. The taste of her, the warmth of her tongue as I slide into her mouth, the gentle pull when she sucks on my bottom lip. It is familiar but also new and for a moment I forget why I kissed her.
“Don’t lie to me,” I groan when I eventually break away. I can see the conflict on her face. I know she is worried that people will judge her. But she is equally excited by the prospect of testing out where this will lead her.
“I don’t know,” she finally says and lowers her eyes to the floor. A beautiful pink is spreading across her cheeks. I grab her hand and drag her from the dance floor.
“Where are we going?” she asks in protest as I lead her down a corridor.
“In here.” I push open a small door to a room that I assume the hotel uses for meetings. It’s dark, but the streetlamps lining the driveway to the venue cast a little light into the room.
I press Amelia against the wood panelling and kiss her hard. My tongue dips into her mouth and she moans. Yes, it feels that good.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
“What?”
“You heard me, darling. Spread. Your. Legs. Now.” She hesitates for a second, but when I raise an eyebrow and throw her a challenging look, she slowly parts her thighs.
I kneel down in front of her and slide my hands up underneath her dress until they find her knickers. My fingers hook into the material on the left and the right and drag them downwards until they pool at her feet. I stand up and lock eyes with her.
“Let’s see, shall we?” I pull the hem of the bottom part of her dress up until her pussy is exposed. Slowly, one of my fingers glides over her cunt and is immediately coated in her juices. “So wet,” I groan, and my fingers draw lazy circles around her clit before two of them enter her pussy.
Amelia moans loudly and grabs my shoulders.
"Does this feel how you imagined last week?"
"Better," she groans.
“Darling, put your hands against the wall.”
“Ben, I—” She stops talking and moans again when a third finger enters her.
“I said, put your hands against the wall. You have one second or I’ll stop.” A shiver races through her body but she is finally my good girl and presses the palms of her hands against the panelling on either side of her.
“Yes, sir,” she whispers. Fuck, that made my dick twitch.
“Now, listen to me.” My fingers pump lazily in and out of her wet pussy. “You are not to come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Amelia whimpers but eventually replies, “Yes, sir.”
“This is my body to control,” I growl, and my free hand tightens carefully around her throat. “Mine.”
“Yours, sir,” she confirms. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. Her breathing is getting faster. I keep moving my fingers in and out of her wetness and add a little extra pleasure by circling her clit with my thumb.
“Fuck,” Amelia hisses and her hand grabs my bicep. I withdraw my hand and take a step back. Amelia opens her eyes and looks at me bewildered.
“No, Amelia. I told you I would stop if you moved your hands.”
“Please, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” It is amazing how quickly she slips into her submissive role.
“Let me help you, darling.”
I grab her wrists and place her hands against the wood.
“Leave them right there,” I whisper and rub my nose up and down her neck, breathing in her delicate smell.
“Please, I need more, sir.”
"Because you asked so nicely," I chuckle and lift her skirt again, kneeling down in front of her and pressing my lips just above her mound.
"Ohhh," Amelia moans, "What if someone comes, Ben?"
"Nobody will find us here." To be honest, I'm not one hundred percent sure that's true but the chances are slim considering that the staff are busy with the wedding. "Come whenever, Amelia, give me your pleasure." I command before sucking her clit into my mouth. This is not the right place to edge her. If we get discovered she'll end this here and now and that is not something I want to risk. I slide two fingers into her cunt and the wetness and warmth make me groan against her swollen nub.
There is a gasp from Amelia and she is tilting her body forward to press her clit firmly into my mouth. I suck harder and with her pussy strangling my fingers I can feel how close she is. I gently scrape my teeth over the hardened bud and simultaneously press my digits on her g-spot and that's all it takes for her to moan out loud as the orgasm rushes through her. I can't help but grin as I pull her knickers back up her legs.
"What do you say, darling," I whisper in her ear.
"Thank you, sir!" she whispers. The minute her words leave her lips she surprises me by dropping to her knees in front of me.
"Amelia, you don't have to—" I try to stop her as she reaches for my zip. I remember that she was never particular keen on sucking my cock.
"I want to, Ben―sir," she replies with pleading eyes as she pulls my dick from my trousers. She looks so innocent kneeling there on the hardwood floor, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders as she focuses on my cock with single-minded determination. Her lips wrap tightly around me, her tongue swirling and flicking in all the right places. Holy shit, where did she learn that? I can't remember her doing this before.
I watch her intently as she works me over. Her bright blue eyes look up at me from beneath thick lashes, full of desire. She knows exactly what she's doing to me and she loves it.
"Fuck," I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair as I try to keep some control and not push her down on my cock. "Darling, that feels amazing," I encourage her.
She hums in response, sending vibrations down my shaft that make my knees weak. She closes one hand around the base of my dick and moves it in tandem with her mouth.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge with every passing second. My hips start to thrust involuntarily causing my dick to slide deeper down her throat making her gag. I pull back to allow her to breathe.
Amelia looks up at me with a grin. "Please, sir."
Did she just beg for me to come in her mouth? I lean forward, bracing myself against the wood panelling. I don't know what has come over her but she seems to have found a new side to herself in her submission.
Before I can protest or beg for more she takes me back into her mouth , going even deeper than before. The sensation is overwhelming―wet heat surrounding me on all sides―and I have to fight to keep from coming right then and there.
She keeps up the relentless pace, her tongue and lips working magic on my hard cock. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, unable to think or speak or do anything other than feel.
Finally, I can't hold back any longer. I let out a strangled moan as I come hard in her mouth, my whole body trembling with release. She swallows every drop, never breaking eye contact .
When she's finished she pulls back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Heat spreads to her cheeks as if she realises what she’s just done. I gently grab her upper arms and help her up.
"That was incredible, darling."
"Thank you," she whispers.
"You know you didn't have to do that."
"I know, but… I felt I wanted to."
"You never did in the past,” I say as I tuck my dick back into my trousers. I can't help bringing up our history yet again.
"You weren't my PD then," she sniffles and a tear rolls down her blushed cheek.
"Fuck, did I hurt you?" I ask and cup her cheek, wiping the tear away with my thumb. There is that panic again.
"No!" She shakes her head and gives me a grin through her tears. "I don't think I’ve ever felt more like myself than just now. I can't describe it, Ben, it's weird but it’s true."
I pull her into my arms and place a soft kiss on her forehead. Fuck, I shouldn’t have agreed to this. I can say for certain that I won't be able to keep my heart out of this game and I am not convinced she can either. But I'm in too deep already. I don't want to break it off. I need to see where this is going and deal with the consequences as and when they rear their ugly heads.