It’s only a date. It’s only a date.
I just told Damien that, and I keep telling myself that.
Except I know I’m full of shit.
Who am I trying to fool? Certainly, not myself. And apparently not Damien either.
“Come back to my house with me,” he says, boldly, after he’s paid the check— which cost more than I get paid for several days of work.
I just look at him. I know it’s pointless to repeat that it’s just a date.
We’ve somehow moved beyond that. Something has shifted. He knows I’m going to say yes to going home with him. Even if we both regret it later.
I want him now, tonight. All of him. Inside me. For my very first time. And I can tell he wants that too.
“Katie,” he says, in a tone of voice that drives me wild. “I want to be with you. Just tonight. You do something to me that…”
He picks his cloth napkin off up his lap and stands up. He grabs my hand and says, “Come with me. Please. I… need you.”
I look up at him, amazed at the sincerity in his voice. The vulnerability. It’s obvious he’s telling the truth. He’s driven by some physical and emotional need to be with me. And I feel the same way about him.
“I need to be back within a few hours,” I tell him, embarrassed to admit I still live with my parents. “Please don’t ask me why.”
I had had him pick me up at Ruby’s house, telling him I had gotten ready there. That was true, but I left out the part about living in a parsonage next to the church where my dad preaches every Sunday. I figured that wouldn’t be first date— or only date— material.
“Okay,” he says, although his eyes tell me that he wants to know more. “Just come with me.”
We are silent on the drive to his apartment, pop music playing over the radio. I think we both know there isn’t much more to say. We are going to turn this date into everything a date can turn into.
I am going to lose my virginity. To Damien Hudson, a much older than me billionaire who dared me to go on just one date with him. And somehow it feels just as right as having dinner with him did.
His apartment is sparse and immaculate— a stereotypical bachelor pad. We’re not even all the way inside before he picks me up and carries me to his bed.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he says, as he kisses my mouth, my neck, my cleavage. “You make me want to do bad things to you.”
“I know,” I tell him, as he pulls my clothes off me, frantically and in more of a hurry than he needs to be. I don’t have to be home quite yet. But he seems driven by some animal need.
“I want to devour you,” he tells me.
Soon, I’m completely naked. Then he takes off his shirt and pants and I’m in awe. He has a tribal tattoo on his muscular, toned chest.
He has the best body I’ve ever seen. It’s tanned, ripped and strong. And he has a huge cock that makes me a little bit scared.
“You’ve never had sex before, have you?” he asks me, as he leans me back on the bed.
“No,” I admit.
“I knew it,” he says, tracing his fingers around my nipples like I used to fantasize about him doing to me. Except this is even better. The real thing is everything I imagined and more.
My nipples stand up at his command and he begins to suck on one of them as he gently rubs and pinches the other one.
“Don’t worry,” he says, pulling me closer to him. “I’ll be gentle.”
He sucks on my other nipple, stopping to look into my eyes.
“I can’t believe the things you make me do, the things you make me say,” he says, pulling a condom out of his bedside drawer.
He opens the wrapper and puts it on.
“Lean back,” he tells me, and I lay my head on his soft silk pillowcase.
This is it, I think, here it comes.
But he plays with me for a while, surprising me with his dexterity.
“Your little pussy is so wet and tight,” he says, as he fingers me while playing with my clit with his other hand. “And I love how I can see all of it. Did you shave it for me?”
“Yes,” I admit.
Part of me always knew we would be doing this. Ever since I first met him. I had decided to shave off all my hair down there, and apparently, my decision was the right one because he seems very pleased.
“I love your bald little pussy and the way you let me spread its lips and play with your clit,” he says, stroking and rubbing my clit and pushing his finger into me until I feel as if I’m about to burst.
“You’ll let me do anything I want to you, won’t you?” he says, as I feel a rush of pleasure moving through me.
“Yes,” I cry out, as he expertly plays with my clit until I’m on the brink of an orgasm. “Oh, my God.”
“Come for me, Katie,” he says, rubbing my clit while looking me in my eyes. “Come on my hand, Baby.”
“Damien,” I cry out, riding the wave of pleasure that he’s causing my body to experience. “This feels so good. I’m coming so much. I’ve never come like this in my life.”
“Of course, you haven’t, Baby,” he says, bending down to kiss me. “You’ve never been with the right man, who knew how to make you feel so good.”
He stands up and then spreads my legs open wider, wrapping them around his hips.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “For your very first time. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I tell him, as he raises my hips a bit higher with his hands, to get the most ideal position.
“I’m going to take your virginity,” he says, as he slides himself into me.
I feel helpless to his touch, to his cock inside my pussy. I give control over to him and let him do what he wants with me. It’s everything I ever hoped it would be and more. His long, hard cock enters me most of the way inside until it hurts and I tense up.
“Ouch,” I cry out, and he pins my hands behind my head, entering me all the way.
“There now,” he says, filling me up completely. “That wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“No,” I admit, loving the way it feels when his cock all the way inside me. “It only hurt for a minute.”
“And this feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, thrusting his hips so that his cock goes deeper and deeper inside me.
“Yes,” I say, already feeling another orgasm making its way through me. “It feels so good, Damien.”
He pushes himself in and out of me until I let go in the most amazing release I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“I’m coming again,” I say, moaning and whimpering as he looks into my eyes as he fucks me for my very first time.
“I know you are,” he says. “Come for me baby. Come on my cock.”
I writhe underneath him, lifting myself up even further to meet the heat of his body as I come and to feel his entire cock as far inside me as I can.
“This is the best feeling I’ve ever had,” I tell him, without even thinking about what I’m saying.
“Good, baby,” he says, pumping himself in and out of me. “I love to make you feel good. I love to fuck you.”
“I love it when you fuck me too,” I say, completely surrendering to the feeling of him inside me. Filling up a void I didn’t even know was there. Not wanting him to ever stop.
I wish this dinner date wasn’t just a dare and that it could go on forever. Because now that I’ve had Damien’s cock inside me I’m completely and utterly hooked.