Jenna
If Ollie found it weird that Lachlan would drive his employee home, he didn’t say so, which was a relief. Although I’m sure that they’ll be talking about it afterward. I mean, I know that guys think they don’t gossip, but they do like to talk about their sexual conquests. That much I know.
Although you’re kind of getting ahead of yourself if you think he’s going to sleep with you Jenna. And then brag about it. I mean, have you forgotten what you are?
I shake myself out of my own thoughts. Lachlan and Ollie are talking about the game, so I try to follow along. It’s no use though. I’m just not the kind of person who playing sports, much less watching other people play them. Instead I spend my time wondering what, if anything, is going to happen.
We’ve only been on the road for ten minutes when we pull to a stop in front of an apartment building.
“Nice meeting you,” he says to me, before saying goodbye to Lachlan.
“Do you want to come sit up front?” he asks when Ollie makes it inside.
“Oh, yeah,” I say. I guess it would be pretty weird if I stay in the back.
I get out of the car and quickly hop into the front seat, smoothing down the front of my dress over my thighs. There’s at least another fifteen minutes before we get to my place.
“You have a nice car,” I say lamely.
It’s a BMW, and even I know that that means it’s expensive. It’s got buttery soft leather seats, and gorgeous finished wood paneling. Its engine purrs quietly, a complete opposite to my old clunker.
“It was a gift to myself the first year I managed to get in the black,” Lachlan says, smiling fondly. “When I was little, I was convinced that only successful businessmen drive BMW’s. I know better now, but I didn’t feel like I had made it until I got one myself.”
“Did you know that recycling materials was going to be such a big thing?”
“No, not at all,” he replies as he shifts gears. “Honestly, I never saw myself going into this business. I thought I’d do something with real estate or something equally glamorous.”
“So why the change?” I ask curiously.
“A buddy of mine wanted to hike the PCT. That’s the Pacific Crest Trail. It starts here in California and goes all the way up to Washington. I thought it would be a breeze. It wasn’t. What it was was one of the most beautiful, breathtaking journeys I’ve ever taken. I’ve traveled to all fifty states in our great country, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything come close to what I saw on the PCT. Well, except for the Grand Canyon maybe. I came back re-energized, changed. I became committed to protecting and preserving that pristine wilderness, and what better way than reducing our mark upon the earth by changing all that plastic into something useful? It seemed like a crazy idea at the time. Nobody would back me. The only reason I got started was because I convinced my dad to give me a shot.”
“Now it seems like a genius move,” I say. “At least, that’s what it seems like.”
Lachlan laughs, a rich sound that vibrates me to the core.
“It was a complete chance. That’s half of it in business: being at the right place at the right time. The other half is how much you’re willing to put into the business itself to make it succeed.”
We drive past a Sonic, the one I always swing by when I come home late from a study session at the library. We’re getting close to my home, but I’m not ready to go. There’s so much I still want to ask him, but I don’t know how to say it. It takes me a few seconds to realize that Lachlan’s asked me a question.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I said, ‘was that your boyfriend?’”
I turn towards him, and his eyes are dark and stormy.
“No,” I say truthfully. “Just my sister’s friend. I’ve never met him before today.”
Something passes through his features, something an awful lot like desire and wanting and hunger… for me. I feel weak all of a sudden, and I’m sure as hell glad that we’re sitting in the car. I can see my building, and the car is completely quiet as Lachlan finds a spot near the front and pulls in. He puts the car in park and shifts to face me.
“Jenna,” he says, in a husky voice that leaves my jumping.
“Yes?” I say quietly. My hands are sweaty all of a sudden, and I clench them tightly.
“About the kiss…” He pauses, shakes his head.
“What about it?” I ask. I don’t want to hear the answer, and at the same time, I desperately do.
“I’m sorry that it happened.”
The words fall on me like a weight. I feel like crying, but at the same time, I know it’s totally stupid to be so emotional. It was just one kiss. It wasn’t like he promised me anything.
“I shouldn’t have done it,” he continues, and each word cuts me a little deeper. “I’m too old for you, and worse, I’m your boss. I’m your father’s boss. What do you think would happen if he found out that I wanted his daughter?”
I can see he’s trying to be gentle.
“You want me too? I thought maybe you found someone else. Or maybe the kiss was lame.”
“What? No,” he says confused. “Why would there be anyone else?”
“Someone told me you like to sleep with your female employees,” I mumble.
He frowns.
“No,” he says again, firmer this time. “I definitely haven’t done this before. You’re the only one I want. As soon as I saw you with that idiot, I had to get him away from you.”
I can see the anger flashing again, his jawline working as he tries to suppress his anger.
“Well, you’ve got me now,” I say softly. My heart is pounding right out of my chest.
We’re out of the car in the blink of an eye. I fumble with the keys, and then flying up the stairs. My body is singing with joy and nervousness, but there’s no time to think. As soon as I open my door, I’m up against a wall, and I vaguely hear the door close as Lachlan’s lips descend on mine. My heart flutters, and I can feel that lifting feeling in my tummy again, from a hundred butterflies. My arms go around him, and he grabs my waist. Our lips come together, hard, again and again. I feel like I’m burning up with desire, and when Lachlan lifts me up, pushing his cock against my cleft, I’m done for. Lust races through me, stronger than a hurricane. I’m practically swimming in it, the level rising higher with every grind of his hips. His fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my head back, exposing my sensitive spot to him. His lips kiss along my jaw, the pulse of my neck, before ripping my wrap dress open, exposing my breasts. He hovers, his breath hot over the stiff peaks. They’re hard, begging to be sucked and licked.
I whimper his name, begging him to stop torturing me already. My body trembles as his hands knead my breast, play with my tight, aching nipple. His mouth descends on my other one, sending zips of pleasure through my body. I arch up off the wall, pushing myself towards him even more. His hand descends down to my skirt, pushes up the hem, towards my convulsing pussy. I’m soaked, probably right through my panties and his jeans. For whatever reason, I’ve always been this way, embarrassingly wet whenever I’m turned on. The tiny strip of material clings to my pussy, outlining the engorged lips, the patch of liquid making the fabric translucent. I’m panting with need, almost out of my mind with desire.
When his fingers push my panties and slide inside, I sigh at last. My pussy stretches around him, gratefully taking him inside of me.
“Jesus you’re wet,” Lachlan murmurs against my skin.
I rock against his fingers, I buck my hips against his hand, trying to satisfy the need that seems just out of reach every time. I want to tumble over the edge already, and Lachlan is more than happy to make it happen. His fingers dive deeper, rubbing that perfect spot inside of me. I close my eyes, heedless of everything except for his fingers, trying to increase the pressure. I’m sobbing his name, head thrashing, as he pinches my nipple one more time. His thumb circles my clit, massaging the hard button, sends tendrils of pleasure through me. This is better than anything I could imagine, and I’m pushed closer to the edge.
“Come on my hand,” he says, his voice rough with lust. “Do it.”
He slips a third finger past my plump lips, kneading my clit, the sensations building up on top of one another until I detonate, ecstasy pulsing through me like shockwaves one after another. I come apart in his arms, breaking from the intense pleasure, screaming his name. The sensations are everything to me, my whole world opening up. I feel my vision light up with white, stars flashing over me as I suck in lungfuls of air. My whole body quakes as he moves his fingers, my tunnel contracting against his digits in waves. My cream drips down his arm in rivulets, gushing down uncontrollably.
When I open my eyes, Lachlan’s licking his fingers one by one.
“You taste like sugar,” he tells me, his eyes never leaving my face.
“I- we never even made it to the bed,” I whisper, embarrassed at all the attention.
“Don’t worry Jenna, we have all night,” he says.
His voice is hoarse, ragged with lust. He picks me up and carries me through my tiny apartment to the bed. It’s a single, and I have no idea how the two of us are supposed to fit. I shrug out of my dress, unrolling my panties, my legs crossing to cover my tight little pussy. I’ve never shown myself to anybody, and I feel tingly as his hungry eyes rake over every inch of me. There’s nowhere to hide from Lachlan now. I watch as he removes everything, revealing tanned muscles and a powerful frame. He’s huge, his cock swinging between his legs, a battering ram about to tear me open. Droplets of cum leak from the bulbous head. Even wearing nothing he’s commanding. He rolls on a condom, and moves on top of me, pushing my legs apart so he can look at my steaming little cunt. I close them again immediately, wanting to hide it still despite everything.
“There’s no need to be shy,” he says, grinning. “You’re acting like some kind of virgin.”
I freeze in that moment. I was hoping that we’d be able to somehow skip past that part, that maybe he wouldn’t notice that I have no idea what I’m doing.
His smile drops when he sees my sudden change in emotion.
“Jenna,” he says slowly. “Are you…?”
“Maybe,” I say, wishing I could turn back the time so none of this happened.
When I look up, his face is unreadable.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say quickly. “I don’t want you to have a terrible time or anything…”
“Whoa,” he says. “Who said anything about a terrible time? I’m here because I want you, Jenna, and that hasn’t changed. Unless I missed something in the past minute, you want me too, don’t you?”
I nod feverishly. He gently opens up my legs again, settling his cock right up against my hot cunt. Leaning down, he kisses me, a slow deep kiss that drained all the tension right out of my body.
“You’re so beautiful, Jenna,” he says to me. His arms are on either side of me, his forehead pressed against mine.
“You don’t have to say that,” I say shyly, peering at him beneath thick lashes.
I’m used to the fact that I’m the smart one, the brainy one, while my sister claims the beautiful title.
“It’s true. I’m not just giving you a line,” Lachlan insists, and my heart pounds even faster. “Beautiful and smart and mine.”
His lips curve upwards in a sexy grin, and for some reason, his words touch on something even more intimate than showing him my body. I feel so light headed that I might just pass out.
Lachlan bends down, kissing me deeply, thoroughly, as if learning every inch of my mouth with his tongue. My whole body tingles with anticipation as he spreads apart my cunt, opens me up for his cock. I’m still slick with cream, which he rubs all over his shaft, lubricating him for the job at hand. My slit quivers as his cockhead touches me, eases past my folds and into my entrance. He pushes past my virgin resistance, one swift stroke claiming my virginity. I cry out, my hands tightening on his shoulders as he penetrates me. His fingers haven’t stretched me enough, and I pant with exertion as I try to accommodate his cock. My warm pink hole clamps down along his thick cock, tightening and molding to every ridge, every vein. He slows down, not wanting to hurt me, but he doesn’t stop. I’m taking him in, every last inch, and it feels amazing. There are no other words for it.
“You’re mine,” Lachlan says. It’s not a question, but a fact. A promise.
My whole pussy pulses with desire as I finally take all of him in, my puffy folds hugging the base of his cock. He begins to move, slowly at first, then his pace picks up. He lifts my leg in the air, leans against it for leverage as he drills into me. Our bodies come together with wet slaps, his cock loosening me up with each thrust. I love having Lachlan in me, stretching me, making me take every bit of him. It feels so good, so perfect, no wonder people do the craziest things for sex. My pussy clings to his cock, refusing to let him out. I need him to fill me up. I need him to feel whole. Desire blooms inside of me as he fucks me hard. Lachlan’s breath is shallow and fast, like mine, and I know we won’t last much longer.
He flips me over fast, hands dragging my hips up to his, cock slamming into me again. My pillowy ass cushions the impact, but then he does it again. And again. Every time he enters me, I can’t help but moan. He’s so deeply embedded inside of me that his cockhead rubs up against my cervix. I have to spread my legs even winder, my face smushed against the pillow, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but Lachlan. His balls slam against my swollen clit, making it throb with pleasure. I can smell us, the scent of our sex mingling together in the air.
I moan, my body screaming for release as my climax takes over, my body shuddering from the force of it, my pussy spasming and gushing cream around Lachlan’s thick tool as he rides my orgasm to his own. My breast jiggle and shake, and I throw my head against the pillow, my back rising up off the mattress it feels so good. I can’t stop crying out as his cock thrusts into me, hard, dirty, fast, his own body driven to finish. The liquid inside my cunt seeps out as he fills me up one last time. I feel him go rigid inside of me, his dick reaching deep inside of me, releasing another orgasm.
He stays inside of me, hot as steel for minutes until we collapse onto the bed. He holds onto me tight, and I’m glad, because I’m not ready to let him go. I squeeze my muscles around him, making him groan. All I can hear is our heavy breathing and our pounding hearts. He brushes a bit of hair from my shoulder, kisses it softly.
“You’re amazing Jenna,” Lachlan says. “That was amazing.”
I nod, but before I can really say anything, I’m drifting off to sleep in his arms.