CHAPTER 3
ANDI SEARCHED FOR HER THINGS in the room, careful not to make any sound as she castigated herself for her stupidity, the magnitude of it she dared not quantify.
She tiptoed around the room looking for her panties. God, where is it? Please, let me find it now. I don’t wanna leave any trace of me in this place!
What had she done? She had mapped out her life in the next four years, carved it in stone like a covenant. Maintain her scholarship. Finish college. Pass the licensure exam. Find a permanent job. Save enough money. Help her brother and sister. That plan was rock solid. The last thing she needed was a misstep of this gravity.
So, what the hell happened to her?
She couldn’t help glancing at the bed.
There, sprawled on his stomach was WHAT happened to her. He was sleeping soundly, his big, beautiful body a study in perfect silhouette in the morning light. She couldn’t help admiring the fine curve of his ass.
Quit staring and get out of here before he wakes up!
She resumed looking for her panties. She almost heaved a loud sigh when she saw it draped on the lampshade beside the sectional sofa several meters from the bed. How it got there, she had no idea.
She hastily put it on and gathered her books from the writing desk near the panoramic windows. How she loved to study in that spot, looking out into the beach at sunset. The view was breath-taking and she’d never get tired of it. It was in those serene moments where her dreams would play before her eyes. One day in the future, she would have a place like this.
Well, fantasy’s over. No more living like a successful career woman on a high-rise in Miami Beach. The owner had arrived. A week early at that!
She was looking forward to another weekend of a few hours of luxurious peace and quiet. What she got were a few hours of loud mating in wild abandon.
She just lost her V-card to a total stranger. Never mind that he was a walking poster boy for the ripped and hung, she still didn’t know him from Adam. She thought her employer was a woman named Bella Stimson.
Then it dawned on her. Was he Bella’s husband? Or boyfriend? The father of her children? That missing person in all the pictures found in this place? She had wondered why Bella’s man was not included in all her photos with her twin daughters. They were all over the place.
The thought that she’d slept with a married man made her feel worse. All the more reason to scram now!
She tiptoed her way to the exit. Her books slid from her arm when she reached out for the door knob. Cursing under her breath, she dropped to her knees to pick up her things.
“Where are you going?”
——*****——
Andi froze at the sound of that voice.
Oh no. Go back to sleep! I’m not prepared to meet you in broad daylight!
She didn’t dare look back and just continued gathering her books.
“Come back to bed, sugar.”
She swallowed. Sugar be damned, but it was the sexiest line she had ever heard a man utter. Not that she had a lot of experiences with men. She was into her studies more than anything. She was a straight A student in high school and probably the only one who did not give away her V-card to her prom date. How ironic then that she gave it away to someone she didn’t even know.
She stood up again, intent on getting away from that place like the devil was after her, but the devil caught up with her fast.
“You’re not running away from me, are you, sugar pie?”
Sugar pie? Ew!
He embraced her from behind and dragged her against his hard body.
Yup, the operative word was hard. There was no mistaking his very hard, very enthusiastic friend down there greeting her with a cheerful “good morning!”
She could feel liquid heat coiling in her belly, preparing for what was to come. Twice fucked and her pussy already knew what to expect. It sure was not cooperating with her conscience, at all.
She ought to tell him to let her go but his scent and warmth immediately enveloped her, overwhelming her defense mechanism. He felt so good, like warm blanket with a long, thick cock.
Oh god, her thoughts! Shameful!
He nuzzled her neck. “I want you again.” He cupped the juncture of her thighs, his fingers pressing on her mound.
She made a protesting sound in an attempt to stop what was happening. One lapse of common sense was enough. No, two. She didn’t know how she was able to take him again after that initial painful intercourse that left her frustrated after he’d finished. But sometime at midnight, he took her again. It was surprisingly easier the second time. She was too lubricated he went in smoothly with just a slight discomfort and soon enough, he was driving her towards her second orgasm, this time with him inside her.
“Are you sore, sugar? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”
Yes, you hurt me. But it felt so good afterward. Very good.
“Uhm…”
His hand was inside her panties now. He groaned. “So fucking wet again. Your pussy knows me already.”
Yes, traitor pussy! And he’s someone’s husband!
“W-w-wait!”
His fingers started sliding up and down her slit, directly rubbing her clit. Her legs buckled, but his arm was around her middle, supporting her weight.
He suddenly lifted her. Her feet dangled from the floor. A few seconds later, he’d draped her on the arm of the sofa, covering her back with his body.
“Wait…! What about Bella?”
“Yeah, what about her?” He was licking her shoulder blades.
“Are you guys m-married?”
He gave out a short laugh. “Hell, no. You look so damn fine. So smooth.” His palms were skimming her back, the cheeks of her ass, the sides of her legs. The roughness of his fingers provided sensuous friction on her heated skin, making her body awaken and remember everything he did to her last night. “You’re not married?”
“Does it matter if I am?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, thumbing her nipples.
“Y-yes!”
“Really? It didn’t seem to matter last night.”
“It matters today.”
“She’s my sister.”
Sister?! Oh thank god!
"How did you know her name?” His voice had adopted a suspicious edge even as he was rubbing his cock against the softness of her backside, teasing the outer lips of her pussy.
“I saw…saw her name in a post-it stuck on the ref. She left you a note.” She could barely think coherently as he petted her.
He grunted. “You’re so small we gotta find more comfortable ways to fuck,” he said gruffly, clearly focused on his immediate urge now.
Heat coiled tighter in her lower belly. “I’m not small. I’m five-three.”
Like who cares? Get out of there now! her conscience screamed.
“And I’m six-four. You’re a midget compared to me.”
She was a helpless captive under his big body, but did she really want to escape?
You should!
How can she when she was so wet and pulsing with need to receive him again? This was madness! Her body would not obey her mind.
And when she felt him pushing at her entrance, her rational thoughts were pushed to the side, her physical need taking center stage. Still she froze, not knowing what to expect. She squirmed but his hands steadied her hips, not slowing down his penetration. She opened up with reluctance. It hurt and yet it felt good.
He groaned like an animal behind her. “Fuck…so fucking tight…”
Her pussy clenched around his thickness, her sore inner muscles reacting. “It hurts…!” She winced.
“I’m sorry but you gotta get used to me, baby and then it will be all good.”
He continued to push deeper but she really protested now. “Stop, stop, stop!” Why was the pain worse now than last night?
“Tell me anything but don’t tell me to stop,” he growled.
“I can’t take you! You’re too big!”
He gave out a cross between a laugh and a groan. “Always a problem with small women.” He slowly pulled out of her and hauled her bodily to sit astride him on the sofa. “Okay now, control the pace. You ride me.”
In this position, she had a great vantage view of him in broad daylight, and as much as her sore pussy was complaining, her mouth watered at how scrumptious he looked under her.
Deep pools of blue stared back at her, awash with passion. For her. She knew right this very moment, his lust was solely directed at her, smoldering hot as the newly risen sun.
He looked even more breathtaking in the morning. Broad shoulders that could carry logs. Chest and abs so defined she couldn’t resist running her palms to test their firmness. Who wouldn’t want to have this magnificent stallion riding her? Or who wouldn’t want to ride that cock protruding like the Washington Monument between them?
“Sugar, I appreciate the eye-fucking but I’d rather your pussy do the job now. Gotta beat the traffic. Morning rush hour, you know?” He gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her above his erection. “Hop in.”
Her aerial view was so erotic she could only obey. She held his length with her fingers— gosh, so warm and hard and pulsing with energy— and aimed the broad tip at her opening.
“Come on, take me, sugar pie.”
She slowly impaled herself on him and he was going inside her again. She winced in discomfort but she was very wet and fully aroused, wanting it badly. Weird, contrasting feelings.
Sensing her discomfort, his big hands spread across her belly, his thumbs meeting at the juncture of her spread thighs, where she was spread open for his eyes. His thumbs started alternately rubbing her clit. That shot up new charges of electricity deep in her core. She clenched tighter around him
“Yeah, that’s right. Deeper sugar, take all of me, please…Fuck, you feel so good…!”
The pleading in his voice was so sexy and his fingers were doing magic on her clit the pain took a backseat to the rising pleasure, easing up his entry. Indeed, there was a thin line between pain and pleasure in sex. She was sore and yet she wanted this to go on, to climb that highest high with him again.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked deeply. Oh, that felt good, the sensations adding to the escalating fire of their joined bodies. He did the same to the other until all she wanted to do was move on top of him.
It was her first time being with a man in this kind of intimacy and yet her body seemed to learn what to do. She wasn’t entirely ignorant of sex. She had seen video clips and this was a common enough sexual position.
Obeying the urgent clamors of her body, she rode him, grinding her hips, taking all of him deep inside her then releasing almost to the tip, then sinking back to the base of him…again…and again…
“Fuck, yeah, baby…that’s it…yeah…”
He gripped her ass, supporting her weight and pumped up into her, meeting her downward glides.
He filled her up so good that his strokes awakened even the tiniest pleasure nerves inside her pussy. The pain miraculously ebbed, replaced by a now familiar, ravenous fire that needed to be fed even more by harder strokes of his cock deep inside her.
She held onto his shoulders, a slave to her urgent need now. His eyes blazed as their eyes met and locked in the throes of passion. “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good…! Andi…sweet Andi, you’re so hot…so good…”
When he’d call her name like that, it felt like she’d known him forever, as if he’d been making love to her for ages. So familiar and yet so new. It made her feel so beautiful and more confident of her body. It fueled her fire.
She threw her head back and rode him faster. His fingers didn’t stop rubbing her clit while he sucked on her nipples, licking, rubbing his face all over her chest, his morning stubbles both tickling and caressing her skin. The combined sensations from the inside out brought her to the brink quickly.
“Craig…Oh god…Oh god, oh god…Ohhh!”
She was coming…
He groaned harshly, hugging her tight and took over. He rammed into her fast and deep and hard, jarring her entire frame in that mad rush to the edge, where infinity began.
He was with her as she dived into it, his passion washing over her, shaking and tossing and turning and hurtling her into oblivion.
He was with her with every heartbeat, crying out his rapture close to her heart.
——*****——
Wrapped in his massive arms, skin to skin, his cock still buried deep inside her, she was enjoying the afterglow of ebbing pleasure now pulsing weakly in her core.
Wow. Like super wow. She had not enough words for that.
She squeezed him, loving the feel of him inside her.
He groaned. “Sugar, keep doing that and you’re gonna resurrect the monster in ten seconds.”
“Ravenous monster,” she purred in the crook of his neck, her arms and legs and pussy squeezing him affectionately.
“Fuck, that pussy’s gotta be the highest I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t compare me with anybody else.”
“It was a compliment, sugar pie. Have you been fucking little fingers?”
“I wish.”
She felt him tense up. “What did you say?”
She was confused. “What…?”
“You said ‘I wish’.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, you can stop the virgin act now. It’s getting old.”
Was that mockery in his tone? “I’m not acting.”
He went still. So still that all she could feel was the erratic beating of his heart against her breasts. Just as she was about to look up at him, he cupped her jaw.
“What do you mean?”
His eyes were intense as he stared at her.
“You’re hurting me.”
His fingers eased up on her jaw. “Answer me.”
“You heard me.”
He stared at her harder, his expression changing from puzzled to growing comprehension. “Are you saying…?”
He sat straight, his body taut with tension as he gripped her shoulders none too gently, his eyes full of incredulity now. “Are you saying you were a fucking virgin?!”
Heat crept on her face, embarrassed to the roots of her hair now. Oh god, please don’t suddenly turn him into an asshole.
Yes, her virginity had been an issue for her since her freshman year in college. Nobody among her female classmates wanted to remain a virgin after high school. College was an exciting adventure waiting for them, an exploration phase, and virginity was a cumbersome baggage they had to do away. Her friends had recounted tales of their sexual exploits in high school and she’d pretended experience, too, so they won’t call her a prude. The pressure of conformity had always been a struggle and now THIS!
He tugged at her hair. “Answer me!” he growled, his nostrils flaring.
Along with her embarrassment came her mortification. Helluva way to be apologizing for being a virgin when she was still sitting on his cock! She should have been out the door minutes ago and here she was still!
She began to struggle but he was a solid, immovable force holding her in place. She could feel him growing, thickening inside her all over again, too. She was even more confused. He was angry and yet it was obvious he wanted her again.
“Answer me, dammit!”
“Yes! Now, will you let me go?!”
He didn’t need to be told twice, the bastard! Bracketing her hips, he lifted her and pulled out of her, depositing her unceremoniously on the sofa. He practically leaped out of her and put distance between them like she had some communicable disease.
She gathered her legs up to her chest and hugged them while he began pacing the expanse of the bedroom, cussing furiously.