He was all over me as we neared the back of the club, his hands moving down over the front of my skirt as his lips and teeth nipped and sucked at the tender nape of my neck. I blushed furiously as I saw other people staring at us, but then those lips found my collarbone, and I stopped caring at all

This was it — this was really happening.

There’d mercifully been no line for the single use bathroom, and we’d gone tumbling inside, lip-to-lip, hands sliding madly over each other. He’d been all over me, his hands up under my skirt, grabbing my ass, and moving up under my shirt to cup my breasts, kissing me as I fumbled to lock the door behind us.

His hand slid up under my skirt, and he brazenly slipped his fingers down into my panties. I gasped out loud as he pushed down into my dripping wet pussy, and I clutched at his leather jacket, biting my lip. I almost couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but then, there was no going back.

No way.

My hands fumbled at his belt, ripping at the zipper before snaking inside to feel him. I gasped loudly, my eyes growing wide and my jaw dropping as my fingers closed around the huge shaft tucked in his jeans. Fuck he’d felt big. He growled into my ear, his cock throbbing in my small hand as his fingers curled deep inside my pussy, making me moan loudly in the small room.

With a clank, his belt buckle hit the floor along with his pants, followed quickly by his boxers. I looked down between us and gasped, seeing the enormous cock jutting thick and proud out from his toned abs.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me,” he’d purred into my ear, his fingers stroking in and out of my slit.

I’d nodded hungrily, swallowing and panting as my hand slowly stroked his enormous cock.

“Good girl,” he growled. “I want you on your knees, right now."

My whole body shuddered as the brash, harshness of his words hit me like a slap. Again, I knew part of me should be shocked at the way this man talked to me, but at the same time, his words touched something primal inside of me, and the reaction was immediate. I felt my tight pussy throb around his fingers as my pulse raced.

His eyes glinted sharply at me, as if sizing me up and waiting with what appeared to be amusement to see if I'd do as he said. Slowly, I bit my lip and nodded, feeling dizzy with lust as I  sank to my knees on the bathroom floor to suck his cock. I didn’t think, I just did. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around his thick, beautiful cock.

He’d grunted as I closed my lips around him, and his hands immediately went to my long hair, running his fingers through it. I moaned as I swirled my tongue around his head, teasing the hole at the tip and tasting the strong, sweet and salty taste of his pre-cum. My lips felt so fucking stretched, my jaw about as wide as it had ever been as I slowly tried to swallow up more of his thick shaft.

I got about halfway before I stopped, choking slightly, drawing back with a gasp. A thin string of spittle stretched from my bottom lip to his cock, and I moaned at how filthy and how wrong it was.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me back to him, and I moaned softly as his big, thick shaft pushed through my pouty lips again and filled my mouth. I slobbered over his dick, worshipping this stranger, this dangerous looking man's huge cock, with my mouth and my hands. I moaned as I looked up at him — this man who I was about to give my virginity to, even if he had no idea of that.

Suddenly, he’d yanked me up and pulled me to him, kissing me hard. He spun us around then, pushing me back against the edge of the sink counter with his body. He started shrugging off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he reached to pull his t-shirt off his toned body. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I began to pull my own shirt off, baring my full breasts and my erect nipples to this man's wolfish gaze.

I bit my lip as I reached out to run my fingers up his hard, muscled torso, tracing my fingers over his skin before he growled and kissed me again. His fingers plunged back between my legs, pushing my panties to the side as he slid two of them right up into my soaking pussy. He pushed my skirt up around my hips, and I shrieked as he suddenly grabbed my thong in his powerful grip and tore it from my body. He reached for his jacket on the floor, pulling out a foil wrapper and tearing it apart before rolling the condom down over his massive length. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock head slip against my lips, and I found myself moaning and arching my back as I pushed against him, desperate to feel that huge cock fill me.

I didn’t care that he was a stranger. I didn’t care that he was rough, and that this wasn’t some stupid corny romantic scene from a movie or a tv show, where there’s always stupid candles and soft music for a first time.

No, I wanted it like this. I wanted it dirty, and hard, and anonymous.

And I wanted it bad.

I’d gasped as he’d slipped the head inside, panting for breath and feeling the new sensation of penetration. I’d looked up at him, into those fierce gray eyes, and he’d suddenly grabbed my jaw in his hand and kissed me hard. His cock pushed in another inch, and I cried out.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he groaned, rocking his hips forward and burying another inch inside. God, he was so big, and it had hurt, but only for second.

Because after that, it felt amazing.

“Fuck me,” I’d gasped into his ear, and he’d done just that.

I’d moaned, screamed, and clawed at his back as he buried his thick cock to the hilt in my tight, wet, virgin pussy for the first time, and just like that, it was done.

Just like that, in that dimly lit bathroom, with this dark, dangerous-looking stranger, I left my virginity behind me.

I’d moaned wildly as I felt him fill me so completely and so suddenly, pinning me to the wall behind me with the force of it. He’d eased out of me, until just the thick, pulsing head of his amazing cock was inside of me, before he thrust forward again and buried himself in me completely. With a snarl, he pulled back and then thrust forward again, making me whimper and moan as his thick cock plunged into me and stuffed me full. I let the forbidden pleasure wash over me then, as this beautiful stranger took every piece of me.

And fuck me he did. With his strong hands grasping my hips and my tight little ass in his powerful grip, he started to pound me hard, slamming his big dick into my dripping wet pussy over and over again, making me moan in short, whimpering little gasps.

His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to bruise, clutching me as he pulled my hair firmly with the other. I could feel his big cock getting harder and harder as he plunged into my soaking wet folds, and I clawed at his back, rocking my hips against his, knowing it wouldn't be long before I came.

Suddenly, I heard him take a sharp breath of air, and then I could feel it. His thick cock pulsed inside of me, and that pushed me right over the edge. I came screaming, begging for him to keep fucking me as I went crashing over the edge into my orgasm. He had, too — his cock staying rock hard through both our orgasms as he’d fucked me hard and deep through two more small ones before I’d gone limp against him.

* * *

I woke with a gasp, my skin hot and sweaty, my pulse racing at the dream.

Well, the memory I guess. And it wasn’t the first time I’d replayed that night at the club in my dreams.

I sat up in the huge bed in my guest room in Colin’s townhouse, light filtering in through the white curtains and sending a glow across the room.

I was glowing after that dream, and after what had happened the day before.

He’d spanked me.

Thinking if made me blush. Thinking of his hands on me made me hot.

And wet.

But I quickly shook those thoughts away, because that couldn’t happen anymore. I understood a man like him was used to having his way, and I wanted him to have his way with me.

But I couldn’t.

This was my employer now, not the man from the club. Not the man I’d given it all to that night.

The whole losing my virginity thing had started with teasing. My roommate, Becca, who I only peripherally got along with, had found out on day two of us being roommates that I’d never, well, you know.

I’d never done it.

I mean, I’d fooled around once or twice, but nothing ever got very far, let alone to sex. And I, for one, would have loved to know how anyone else in a school like Harvard had found the time to experiment with sex before coming to college. Between the advanced classes, the private tutors, the French immersion lessons, piano lessons, soccer practice, model U.N., student government, and volunteering at the nursing home, when on earth would I have had time for a boyfriend, or even sex?

When she found out, Becca had started teasing me about it, of course. But then it’d just gotten worse, and more annoying, until it became this obnoxious game she played, or something she let slip at parties while drunk. All that would have been annoying, to be sure, but nothing I couldn’t brush off.

That was before I found out about the bet.

Randomly, one week, I found myself getting chatted up be all sorts of older guys on campus. Like, everywhere. In-between classes, at the library, waiting in line at the cafeteria, in my dormitory — suddenly I had twenty older guys very interested in taking me out sometime. I mean, men hit on me — that wasn’t something new to me or anything. But it’d never been this constant. And I’d been flattered, I guess, at first.

Until I found out the real story.

Because it seemed Becca had gotten wasted at some party and let it slip that her roommate was some big prude of a virgin. Drunk boys had started talking, and demanding to see Facebook pictures, and then started joking amongst themselves, I guess how drunk boys do.

But then “the bet” had come up, and instead of laughing it off, they’d all kept at it until it became real — an actual bet, with real money, was set up to see who could “take my cherry.”

Disgusting, right?

I’d been furious about it when I’d found out, but that’s also when I made the decision.

Because fuck that. Fuck being a bet for a bunch of asshole ivy-league douche-bags. If I was going to lose, it I was going to do it on my terms.

So, I’d gone out that very night with one mission — to get laid.

Because who cared? In my head, I’d just go out, get it over with, see what the fuss was about, and then just move on.

The only problem?

Well, I wasn’t expecting him.

Or what happened.

Or the fact that that single experience was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Or that I couldn’t stop think about it a week later.

And now I was in his home. I was watching his kids.

I glanced at the time and gasped.

Shit.

I showered quickly, slipping on clothes and heading downstairs. I nodded at Andrew, the butler who’d shown me in and shown me to my quarters the night before. I poured myself some coffee, and then waited at the breakfast table in the large kitchen.

I only waited a few minutes before I heard the scamper of feet on the stairs, the giggle of two small voices, and then suddenly, there they were.

Beckham and Lillian. Andrew had filled me in the night before on the way to my room. Beckham, the oldest, was six, and his little sister Lillian was four. The two of them were towheaded, blonde, like me — Beckham with his father’s sharp gray eyes, and her with light blue ones. They stopped short in the doorway to the kitchen, eyes wide as they stared at me.

God, they were adorable.

I smiled widely as I stood and moved towards them, watching them subtly shy away until I crouched down in front of them, more their size. “Well hello there!”

“Hello,” Beckham spoke first, eyeing me boldly.

“Hello,” his sister said a little more shyly, hiding behind her brother.

“You must be Beckham and Lillian!”

Beckham grinned shyly. Lillian slowly did the same, coming out from behind her brother.

“Hey, do you guys like treasure hunts?”

Two sets of eyes lit up, and I grinned to myself. Yeah, I’d babysat before, and this one was sure-fire hit when meeting new kids. The best part? At this age, I could get them hunting for the first clue while I made up the second — hunting for the second while I thought up the third, and so on. The kids always loved it and I always had a blast doing it and getting to know them through it.

Beckham nodded eagerly. “A real treasure hunt?”

“Yep,” I nodded matter-of-factly. “In this very house.”

Lillian gasped in this adorable way as she slowly came out from behind her brother.

“So, the first clue is, it’s some place cold, and you might find food in it.”

Beckham’s hand shot up. “Is it the refrigerator?”

I stroked my chin thoughtfully as I nodded slowly. “You know, it might be. Lillian, can you show me where your refrigerator is?”

She beamed at me as she walked right up and took my hand. “Okay!”

“You’ve met.”

We turned to see Colin standing in the doorway of the kitchen, immaculately dressed as always, crisp white linen shirt and all. He smiled warmly at us, his eyes moving between me and his children.

“We have,” I said, still holding Lillian’s hand as she tried to drag me towards the fridge.

“Hey, guys?” Colin cleared his throat and his kids both stopped to listen. “Guys, this is Isabella, she’s going to be your new nanny for a while.”

Lillian did her little gasp again as she looked up at me in awe. “Are you coming to France with us?”

“I am!” I smiled at her.

She beamed. “Oh, good.”

“Dad,” Beckham sighed. “We’re on a treasure hunt.”

“Oh, right,” Colin nodded. “Carry on then,” he added with a wink at me.