Chapter 8: Hailey

He wouldn’t force myself on me. I knew he wouldn’t, but his demanding tone and confidence that I wanted him buried inside of me was almost too much.

I hadn’t needed to be touched before. I had several men after me in the past, but I’d never felt a spark with them. I believed in love at first sight, in Mr. Right and fairytale relationships. I believed in knowing when it was the right time, feeling those pieces fall into place when you met someone. I believed in my heart telling me what I should do.

Many people have told me it was a lie – that movies and books created misconceptions about a relationship. They told me that love at first sight didn’t exist, that a spark was just lust. You had to settle for companionship, they said, for compatibility.

If I had listened to them, I would have been with the first guy that came along. I wouldn’t had saved myself. I wouldn’t have waited.

When I’d met Zach, he was the furthest thing from a fairytale. I had no intention of being interested in someone that could charm as easily as he could, that was used to things falling into his lap the moment he wanted them. He’d been a spoilt little brat when I’d met him, sullen and sulky and difficult. But slowly, over the past weeks, I could see a change in him, a glimpse into the real person behind that façade of his. And along the way, I began to like him.

Everything fell away the moment Zach’s lips touched mine. An electric current flowed from him to me through our lips and I gasped. My body flooded with heat and pooled between my legs. I barely felt the cold. My clothes were wet and clinging to my body, my hair sticking to my face, but I didn’t care. My senses were heightened. I was hyper aware of Zach’s body, how close he stood to me. His hands were on my cheeks, sliding down my neck. His thumb slid over my collarbone. The skin on my chest tingled with anticipation.

My chest felt tight, my breathing was shallow and erratic. When Zach looked at me his eyes were a bright green. If I looked too deeply I would fall forever. His chest rose and fell like mine did, but he seemed calm and collected, sure of who he was and what he wanted.

“You should stop,” I whispered against his lips as his hands moved over my back and squeezed the top of my ass. I moaned loudly as my body shook. Whether it was from the cold or the insatiable desire to belong to the bastard in front of me, I couldn’t tell. Probably a bit of both.

I was already coming undone at the seams. No man had touched me or kissed me the way he just did. Sure, I’d done a few things. I wasn’t completely green. But I was still a virgin and compared to him, I was completely lost.

“Ask me too, Hailey. Tell me you don’t want this.” He gripped my ass tightly and pressed his hips forward. The thick press of his erection against my stomach was enough to send me into overdrive. Fear raced through me, but it was stifled by the desire to know what it felt like to be taken by a man. A man like him. Every inch of me wanted him. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that made me decide to give him what I’d held back for so long, but I wanted Zach to be my first.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Zach kissed me again. He stepped right up against me, his body pressing against mine. His skin was scalding hot through our wet clothes. I felt his arousal, thick and hard, against my hip bone. My stomach turned and I shivered. This was all new territory for me.

Zach’s tongue was in my mouth again. His hand slid slowly down from my shoulder onto my chest, his fingertips on the bare skin above my neckline. His palm slid onto my breast. My nipple tightened, scraping against the soaked material of my bra. I put my hands around Zach’s sides, unsure what to do. He was completely in control. Did my uncertainty show? Was it obvious? Could he tell?

Zach’s hand remained on my breast. When I didn’t stop him, he massaged the mound. He rubbed my nipple with his thumb. It was like a switch, working me up, turning me on. He let go of my breast just long enough to find the hem of my shirt. He pushed his hand underneath the shirt and slid up. I squirmed when his fingers tickled my ribs. When he found my breast again he took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth.

I gasped into his mouth.

Zach let go of me abruptly. I opened my eyes. He took my hand and led me to the staircase. He was headed for the bedroom, leading me with him. My stomach turned again, my heart hammered in my chest. A concoction of emotions settled in my stomach – nerves, excitement, arousal. Fear.

We walked into the bedroom, and he jerked me toward him, grabbing me and smiling. “Fuck, you look good wet. I bet you taste even better.” He leaned in and licked at my mouth, fully confident in himself. “Tell me you’ve never been with a man before, Hailey.”

Shock raced through me. Did he know? When I didn’t answer, he smiled and reached for the hem of my shirt. “I want this off. I want to see you.”

He worked the wet material over my abdomen slowly, as if he didn’t want to startle me. I lifted my hands, letting him take off my shirt. I stood in front of him in my bra and jeans, self-conscious and trembling.

“Your turn.” I reached for his shirt and helped him out of it. He wasn’t going to back down, and fuck me, I couldn’t either. I’d probably lose my job and end up homeless, but I would figure it all out later.

Zach lifted his arms just as I had and helped me get rid of the shirt by shrugging it over his head. I dropped the wet shirt with a plop on the floor where he’d discarded mine and reached forward to touch his chest. Zach’s muscles rippled under his clammy skin when he moved – he was toned, with abs cut like glass. The man in front of me was virtually a stranger. There was so little I knew about him.

I stepped closer to him, both hands on his pecs, and kissed him. I moved to his jaw and kissed my way down his neck, testing the waters. Zach tipped his head to the side and groaned. I took it as a sign that he liked what I was doing.

Zach clamped his hands around my wrists, holding me in place. He pulled away. I glanced up at him. What did I do?

He shook his head and swallowed, licking his lips before he spoke.

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he said.

I smiled shyly. Zach let go of my wrists and cupped my cheeks again. He kissed me hard. His kissing was suddenly urgent. His tongue entered my mouth while he held my head in place, pressing his chest against me. His bare skin burned mine. Zach reached behind me and unclasped my bra, peeling it off my shoulders.

I stood before him, exposed and vulnerable and fought the urge to cover up. My pussy contracted, aching for penetration, but by the side of the budge in his pants, there was no way we were going all the way. I could get two fingers into myself on a long hot night. He was much, much bigger.

Zach looked at me, his eyes filled with wonder. He stared at me like he was committing the image of my nakedness to memory.

This was the point of no return, I realized. If I didn’t tell him to stop here and now, we would go all the way.

I didn’t want to stop him. I didn’t know what was coming, how it would feel or how I would react, but I didn’t want to stop him. Zach guided me toward the bed and lay me down on my back. He pulled off my shoes, my socks and undid the button on my jeans. He unzipped them and worked the jeans over my hips. He took the panties with him and growled softly.

“Fuck. I knew you’d look this good.” He smiled and moved back, running his fingers down through my breasts, over my stomach to part my lips.

I groaned and gripped the sheets. “I want to see you too. Get naked for me.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.”

He pulled down his own pants and kicked them off along with his shoes. My eyes were glued to his sex. He was hard and eager, the tip glistening with anticipation. Zach pulled his feet up one by one, removing his socks. I watched his erection bob as he moved.

Finally, he crawled onto the bed and lay down next to me, his body pressed against mine. His erection was against my hip, leaving a slick trail.

I thought he would climb onto me and do what he wanted to do, but Zach took his time. I was relieved. Zach didn’t know I was a virgin, but he treated me with more respect than I expected. He made it all about me and I needed that. This was a man who had been with countless women, no doubt, and still he treated me like I was the only one.

Maybe that was what made him so irresistible – not who he was alone, but who I was around him. I felt important, special, sexy…

His ran his fingers up my leg. When he reached the apex of my thighs I parted my legs for him. It wasn’t a conscious decision. He ran his fingers over my pussy again, dipping in a little as he leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Hailey? Tell me so I can know whether to be careful with you, baby.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to think about that right now.” I reached for him, pulling him back over to kiss me.

He crawled up on top of me and made his way down my body, his mouth hovering above my mound. “Ever had a man drink you dry?”

“Fuck, no.” I whimpered as he opened my legs and pressed his mouth to me, licking and sucking until I was twitching and moaning beneath him. I came hard, buckling under his hands and whining his name like a whore.

“That’s it, Hailey. Let me have it.” He glanced up, his lips wet, his tongue flicking over my clit.

I moaned and flopped back on the bed. “Do you have a condom?”

“Of course.” He got up and moved onto the bed, handing me the rubber. “Put it on me.”

“What?” I took the package and sat up. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s not hard. Get to it.” He smiled, and I knew he only wanted to tease me more. Bastard.

I took my time rolling the bright blue rubber onto his thick shaft as I tried to ignore the way he watched me. Was I pretty enough? Sexy enough? Did it matter? He was ready to spend the night rolling around in the sheet with me. That was more than enough.

I finished and he moved toward me and shifted so that his body was on top of mine and my thighs fell open for him. He positioned himself at my entrance and I braced myself. When he pushed into me, I cried out.

A sharp pain shot through my body, making me whimper. Zach filled me up, fuller than I ever imagined possible. He waited a moment as if letting me adjust to his size before he moved back again, pulling out almost all the way. He pushed into me again. This time, it was only discomfort and it was paired with pleasure. He was inside of me and it forged a connection unlike anything I had ever felt.

“Oh fuck. You’re so tight, Hailey. Tell me if I hurt you, baby.” He rolled his hips and leaned down, consuming me with a hot kiss.

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling. Zach moved in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up the pace. His hips moved against mine. My breasts jiggled on my chest as he rocked my body. He shifted, lifting up a little so that his shaft ran past my clit as he drove into my pussy. The sensation was more than enough to light me on fire.

Somewhere deep inside me a flame ignited. With every thrust, every wave of ecstasy, it coaxed the fire at my core, feeding it until I felt I was a raging furnace. I cried out when it consumed me, starting at my very midst and washing over me. I curled my legs around Zach’s body, holding onto his shoulders so hard my nails dug into his shoulders. I felt my body clamp down around his cock and I rode out this foreign feeling of exotic pleasure.

When the orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes. The aftermath of the climax still clouded my mind. Zach’s eyes were glued to my face, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His pupils were dilated, his lips parted, the muscles in his shoulders defined with the strength it took to hold himself up over my body.

“Fucking hot, Angel,” he said. He smiled and moved again. I gasped. I was sensitive after the orgasm, my body feeling every inch of him as he moved and he felt twice as big. “My turn.”

Zach’s eyes slid from my face to my breasts, his face turning from a pleased expression to one of concentration. He bucked his hips against mine, picking up his pace. His body kicked into a new gear, instinct taking over. His strokes shortened and I was subjected to his pounding. It was bittersweet, sensitivity laced with erotic desire.

I felt it when he released, his cock twitching and jerking inside me. Zach groaned, burying his face in the pillows above my shoulder. I put my hands on his back and my body responded to his climax with echoes of my own.

Slowly, the urge for sex subsided. Zach softened inside me and a moment later he slipped out, rolling off me. He lay next to me, breathing hard. When he’d caught his breath, he turned his back to me. He pulled me against him and nuzzled my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of what I was feeling.

Warm, spent, happy. Stressed, unsure, foreign.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded, but the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I felt like I was on a little boat, bobbing on the ocean, unsure where I came from or where I was going.

“Yeah. I think so.” I pursed my lips. “I just didn’t know what to expect.”

“Well, coming your first time is a good thing.” He got off the bed and pulled the rubber off of him before climbing back in. He motioned for me to turn on my side and put my back to him.

I did, and enjoyed the hard press of his thick body against mine as he curled around me. “I didn’t’ figure you’d be a snuggler.”

“I’m not, but I owe you something for that kick-ass blue suit you forced me to get. The ladies love it.” He laughed against the back of my shoulder.

“Asshole.” I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of being there with him. The intimacy was bliss, but the awkwardness would show up any minute. He’d just taken my virginity. I’d deal with the aftermath later, but it changed things… a lot.

His laugh was soft against my skin, and within a few minutes, his breathing deepened.

I glanced over my shoulder to see his eyes closed and a ghost of a smile on his face. He looked satiated, content. He looked how I felt.

It wouldn’t last. I was aware it wouldn’t last. Zach was the son of a billionaire with a legacy he had to protect. Sleeping with me was the one thing he probably shouldn’t have done. I wasn’t going to point that out to him, though. Not now. Not right after we had sex.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.