Chapter Two
Olivia
“We’re going to get out of here and go to my hotel room. That’s what we’re going to do,” Mac said, leaning forward.
I couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was so damn forward. Our gazes connected again, and I felt something so powerful pass between us that I almost fell off my chair. His eyes were pure sin. Just what I needed tonight.
Leaving with a stranger could be dangerous. It could also give me exactly what I needed. I didn’t need much time to think about my reply.
“Let me just text the address to my friend,” I said.
Mac smiled; an easy grin which made me sure I could trust him. “Sure. Can’t be too careful. Penthouse Suite, Hotel Avalon.”
I gulped as I texted Audrey to tell her where I was heading. Hotel Avalon was a five-star place on Fifth, and Mac had the penthouse. He obviously wasn’t just some random guy who happened to know a few club workers. He was someone. I wasn’t going to ask too many questions, though. That would be tacky and desperate.
We stepped out a back entrance and caught a cab to Fifth. I didn’t dare say a word the whole ride; I was too nervous and lost deep in thought. This wasn’t like me at all. I’d never gone home with a complete stranger, and the more I thought about it, the more I knew Mac would expect nothing short of sex, sex and more sex. A little kissing and fondling wasn’t going to cut it with an older guy like him, and I was leading him on by even agreeing to go to the hotel when I knew I wasn’t going to sleep with him.
Then again, I didn’t exactly agree, per se—he demanded I go with him. Or told me to, more precisely. I didn’t usually like to be told what to do, but coming from him, it was impossible to resist. I liked it when a man like him told me what to do. I liked feeling small, vulnerable and out of control, and I liked the idea of letting a strong man take control instead.
I stared out the window, and I jumped as I felt Mac’s rough hand sliding onto my left thigh. My skin tingled with anticipation. Maybe I’d been approaching it all wrong these last couple of years, holding onto my virginity and never going past third base. Guys my own age sucked, sure, but an older experienced guy like Mac? That could be wonderful. That could be the exact experience I needed for my first time. He would know just what to do, exactly where to touch me. There wouldn’t be any awkward fumbling and jack-hammer thrusting like my friends had described.
By the time our cab arrived at the hotel, I’d made my decision. Tonight, I was going to have some fun. Tonight, I was finally going to have sex like everyone else, and I wasn’t going to regret it.
Mac led me to the elevator, and before we got in, he turned to me, a hard look in his eyes. “How old are you, Liv?”
“Nineteen,” I said.
He quirked a brow. “What year were you born?”
“1998.”
He nodded, seemingly believing me. I guess if I took too long to reply, he would’ve assumed I was lying.
“Why do you ask?” I said as the elevator pinged and the doors opened.
“I just don’t want any trouble. Girls these days…you can’t tell if they’re thirteen or thirty.”
“I won’t cause any trouble.”
He smiled down at me, one thick arm circling my waist as the elevator hummed upwards. “I know you won’t, princess.”
I thought he was about to kiss me, and I desperately wanted him to, but then the elevator pinged again to alert us of our arrival on the top floor. The doors opened right into the suite, and my eyes widened as I took it all in. Growing up with wealthy parents back in California, I’d seen my fair share of opulence, but this room was beyond all that. An entire wall on one side was actually a huge window, overlooking Central Park along with the city and all its twinkling lights. The streets below were still crammed with traffic, as they tended to be at all hours, but I couldn’t hear a sound. All that outside noise was worlds away up here, even though I felt like I could practically reach down and touch it at the same time.
“This is beautiful,” I murmured.
Mac’s arms snaked around my waist again, from behind this time. “You’re beautiful,” he growled in response. His free hand threaded through my hair, twisting and twirling it, and the slight sting as he pulled a little too hard made me ache for more. “Take my pants off. Then get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl.”
He pulled away, and I fidgeted nervously before him. “I…” I faltered, barely able to get a word out. I hadn’t expected things to start this quick.
His lips curled up in that same cocky smile from earlier. “Do you want me to kiss you first?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You want to go a little slower?”
I nodded. The room was almost spinning from all the tension between us as I waited. Then his mouth was finally on mine, slanting over my lips and roughly taking what he needed. One hand reached for my head again, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he pulled me harder against him. I could feel his thick hardness pressed up against my belly, and the thought of having it in my mouth and doing what he ordered spurred me on. I kissed him back just as hard, and he let out a low groan of pleasure. The rumbling sound vibrated in my mouth, and he grazed my cheek with one finger, trailing it down my face and over my neck. My head dropped back, and a throaty little moan escaped me.
My hand instinctively moved downwards, stroking Mac over the top of his pants. When I looked back up at him, I saw that his pupils were dilated; gaze hungry with need. He took hold of my chin and tipped my head back so that I was forced to keep looking at him while I touched him. “Tell me what you want, princess,” he said.
“I want… I want to suck your cock,” I managed to get out, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.” He leaned down for another kiss, biting on my bottom lip, dragging his teeth across it. I moaned softly into his mouth, and when he broke away, I slowly sank to my knees, staring up at Mac the whole time. He was pleased; I could tell from the look on his face. His fingers traced the goosebumps on my bare shoulders as I fumbled with his pants, and when I had them off, he let out a growl of anticipation. “Do it.”
My eyes widened when I pulled his tight boxer shorts down and saw his cock for the first time. It was bigger than I expected; harder than any I’d seen before. Steel hard. A vision of perfection, as far as penises go.
I bit my bottom lip nervously, and then I lowered my mouth over him. He groaned and threaded his fingers in my hair again, and I bobbed my head back and forth as I licked and sucked around the tip of his cock, taking him a little deeper each time I moved.
“Christ…you’re not as innocent as you look,” Mac growled, gripping my head tighter. “You’re too damn good at this.”
I’d only done this a few times in the past, and oral sex was the furthest I’d ever gone. It wasn’t long till Mac realized I had no experience beyond this.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum right away,” Mac said a moment later, gently pulling me away from his throbbing manhood. “So fucking good.”
He yanked me back to my feet. His mouth went back to mine, claiming it in a needy kiss, and then he broke away and issued another order. “Strip,” he said. “Shoes off, dress off, bra and panties off.”
I trembled, but I did what he said like a good girl. Like he said earlier. My fingers found the hem of my dress, and I slowly pulled it up and over my head before letting it drop to the floor beside me. Then I took my underwear off, panties first. As I looked down and hooked my fingers on either side of them, I could see a little damp patch on the front of them, sticking to my pussy lips. I knew Mac had seen it too. He knew how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. How wet he’d already made me.
“Bra,” he said, gesturing toward the one thing I still had on.
I reached behind my back to find the clasp. My nipples were already stiff points, practically crying out for Mac to kiss and suck, but he simply stared at them instead, eyes skating over every inch of me. Then he moved backwards, taking slow steps to the bed. He sat down, fist around his cock, stroking up and down as he watched me slowly follow in his footsteps.
“Sit on my cock,” he commanded when I was only a foot or so away. “I want you to fuck yourself on it.”
I bit my lower lip again, faltering in my steps.
“What’s wrong?” Mac asked, the lines on his forehead deepening in a frown.
“It’s…nothing,” I replied. I could do this. All I had to do was follow his orders.
My legs found the will to move again, and I slid myself onto Mac’s lap, guiding my pussy lips right over the tip of his cock. He wasn’t in me yet, but he was close to it. He groaned, and I shivered with anticipation.
“You’re on birth control, right?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“What kind of nineteen-year-old isn’t on it these days?” he asked, brows furrowing deeper. “You allergic or something?”
Shit. I had to tell him.
“I…I don’t need to be on the Pill,” I said, looking down at his chest. I couldn’t meet his eyes while I said this. My breaths came fast and shallow. “Because I’m….um…I’m a virgin. So I guess we’ll need a condom.”
I reached down and took Mac’s cock in my hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around it. He pushed me away, incredulous look on his face. “Jesus….you’re a virgin?” he said. His voice dripped with pure horror, as if I’d actually just admitted to being a leper. “No way. I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do what?” I asked, letting go of his shaft and springing back to my feet.
“Get dressed,” he ordered, ignoring my question and yet answering it at the same time. As he spoke, he pulled his pants back up.
My face flushed with hot shame, and my stomach dropped. “You don’t want me because I’m a virgin?” I asked, hurriedly gathering up my clothing as shame ran a deep, scalding-hot course through my system. “I thought guys liked virgins.”
I guess I was wrong about that. I looked back at him to gauge his reaction. He suddenly smiled, and I was incensed. I was so damn sick of people finding it amusing that I’d held onto my V-card this long when most people lost it at fifteen or sixteen these days. Maybe I expected that sort of reaction from my friends, but for a potential sexual partner….the thought of him laughing at me over my lack of experience made my heart sink like a stone. I narrowed my eyes and went on. “Don’t worry, I get it. You think it’s so funny, right?”
“Didn’t exactly say that, did I?” Mac said, leaning back and rubbing his stubble-lined chin. He was still smiling.
“Well, laugh it up with someone else,” I said snidely, pulling my dress on. “I’m leaving.”
I stuffed my panties and bra in my purse; I could put them back on later. Right now, I just wanted to get the hell out of here as quick as possible. Coming to this room with this man was a mistake. A huge mistake. I had no idea why I thought it was such a good idea twenty minutes ago, but I guess that’s what arousal could do to a person. It clouded the mind, dulled its usual rationality.
Mac’s smile faded. “Hey, now. You aren’t going…”
“Going anywhere?” I finished his sentence for him as I slid my heels back on. Then I scoffed. “I’m done with this whole thing where you order me around. It was only hot before you turned into an ass. So I am leaving.”
He stood up, eyes narrowed. “You make a lot of assumptions about what people are going to say and do, don’t you, princess?”
I challenged him. “Was I wrong?” I asked. “Is that not what you were about to say?”
He didn’t reply and simply folded his arms across his chest instead. “Doesn’t matter. I think the moment’s over. So go on, then. Run back home, little girl.”
I winced at the harshness in his voice, but didn’t bother replying. Turning on my heel, I stalked over to the elevator, regretting my decision to come here with every inch of my being. I was even more determined than ever to retain my virginity. Tonight was just a momentary slip-up; a state of temporary insanity. I needed to wait longer, wait until I found a decent guy. A guy I could get to know for longer than five minutes in a club.
I wondered if that was even possible in a city like New York. Did decent guys even exist here anymore? I knew guys around my age tended to be arrogant players, but I genuinely thought an older man would know better, or at least know how to speak to and treat a woman right. But no. It wasn’t just young guys—I now knew that all guys could be assholes. Young, old, whatever. Assholes.
The penthouse elevator doors finally opened, and I stepped inside.
“Wait, Liv…” Mac waved his hand at me and strode toward the elevator.
I pressed the button and watched as the doors closed in his face. “Bye, Mac.”