CHAPTER TWO
Brock
There was a wet spot in my boxers reminding me that the dry spell I’d been nursing for the last year-and-a-half definitely was over. Either that or I was dreaming about that little angel I came all over. I didn’t feel bad about it either. Why would I? Despite the age difference and the fact she was a virgin, I knew she was watching me. Knew that she wanted me. Not only had she been staring me down every time I looked up from serving flapjacks and then turned bright red when she knew I caught her looking, but I’d seen her before. Always watching with a hunger in her eyes. Couldn’t quite put my finger on where I’d seen that sweet sexy smile, but it was her all right. It was clear by her expression what she had on her dirty little mind. She definitely had my number tonight. How did I know? The tight skirt that barely covered her ass. The low blouse and four inch heels. The fact that she was alone and only picked at her food. And she’d ordered three plates, throwing away the old ones when she thought nobody was looking. Besides, who the hell dresses like that to eat pancakes at ten o’clock in the morning?
I couldn’t wait to get her naked. Fuck, her skin had been so soft. Like a babies—but she was all woman from head to toe. When I saw her crawl out from behind my desk, my throat caught at her beauty. The curve of her back. The long length of her legs, naked and smooth as she crawled slowly and carefully, gazing up like a lovesick teenager, until she literally stopped at my feet. Fuck, she was sexier than anything I’d ever seen. Crawling on all fours like that. I could have taken her right there. Hitched up that tight skirt, slid my hands up her hips and buried myself in heaven. I would have loved screwing that tight pussy her from behind. Dog-like and dirty. But she was pure. Untouched. Fucking gorgeous too. How the hell had I held myself back? I was hard as fucking granite the minute I laid eyes on that perfect body. I nearly came inside me pants.
She’d captivated me with her smile, her wit and her ease of the situation like she’d planned this right down to getting the men involved with that goddamned pancake breakfast. She must have known I would be here. That I barely leave this station. That I had no life. Not outside the job anyway. What she didn’t know was when the time was right and buried deep inside her, every pulsing bleeding inch of my throbbing patient cock, I was in it for keeps. She might regret that little sexy ass attitude of hers once she knew what she was in for. I wouldn’t let up. Not until she was mine. When her lips crashed into mine, the world stopped spinning.
She didn’t know what she’d done. And when I do take her, she’ll never be the same because she’ll come so hard, so strong—her body pulsing with electricity—that only ends with the release of frenzied contracting waves, I’ll own her heart. Like I said, I’m in it for keeps
Fuck, she was good. It had been the most erotica moment of my life without real consummating sex. When I’d dragged my finger over that hot pussy, her petals clenched around me. So slick. So wet. I felt the draw of her sweet lips, a suction so intense I thought her pussy had teeth. And her sounds! Between her writhing and her tits bouncing, the way she moaned into my shoulder, she drove me insane. If I could hear that all day, I’d be a happy man. Bottle it for when I was depressed. Take out some ear buds and fill myself with her lust. How had I restrained myself? My dick was about to fall off. It was all I could do not to fuck that tight pussy. I didn’t. It wasn’t that I was a goddamned saint for not doing it. Nothing as noble as all that. I simply wanted her to come back. Wanted to see her one more time. Wanted her to want me so bad she would die without my cock inside her. And the wanting was half the foreplay. Wasn’t it?
I loved that she was totally unashamed, open and unyielding yet still the picture of innocence. How the fuck did she pull that off? Make me want to fuck and protect her all at the same time. It didn’t make sense. Maybe I was hopeless. Maybe I was imagining what I wanted to believe.
She whimpered against me when I stopped stroking the petals of her lips.
“Please.”
How could I say no to that? I saw the yearning in her eyes, felt the panting of her breath against my neck, a little mewing as she begged me to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her eyes bore into mine, pleading as if in pain. I loved the power it gave me. If that made me an asshole, so be it.
It felt good. I felt good. Better than I’d ever felt in my life actually. With so many things out of my control, I sure as hell could control how fucking horny I made her. She yearned for me with every breath of her sweet sexy body. I could control how hard she came on my cock even if I couldn’t control me. She didn’t know it, but I was powerless around her. Fucking powerless to resist those sugary lips, the soft supple skin, the way she buried me inside her.
I never would have done it. Never would have touched her virgin skin. But her body cast a spell over me, her voice filled me like a prayer, her smell seeped through my pores like hard liquor. When I looked into those gorgeous caramel-colored eyes, something inside me was woke the fuck up!