Chapter 5 – Alyssa
Julian has already torn open my blouse. Hard nipples, blindfolded, and finger-fucked until I’m wet enough to take every inch he offers me. It’s quite the combo.
I sit on his desk. Must be worth thousands of dollars. Yet here I am, legs spread open, waiting for his next touch. Either he’ll touch me and make me come all over his expensive desk, or I’ll sit here and do it myself.
“Sir?”
“Quiet.” He shushes me with another light kiss. That same finger from before teases my slit again. I fall back on his desk, wanting to writhe if it gets me more pleasure. I’m certainly hungry for it now. I’m not even embarrassed or ashamed. Go on, Mr. Marcus. Give it to me. I’ve already been a bad girl and gone way past our professional boundaries. Might as well close the deal, sir.
Go ahead. Take my virginity. Bet it turns you on.
He does one better in this moment. His clothes slip against my skin, his breath hitting my thighs. Before I can beg for it, his tongue snakes against my wet slit. I gasp, back arching. I almost lose my fucking mind as I hear his belt buckle snapping and his zipper coming undone. He’s going to do it. He’s going to go down on me to get me wet, and then fuck me. This is it. This is how I lose my virginity. Not in the back of some high schooler’s car, not in some guy’s dorm room, but in the billion-dollar office of a catch like Julian Marcus.
Clearly, I knew what I was doing when I accidentally saved myself for this moment.
Only one other guy has gone down on me before. An ex-boyfriend from my underclassman years. He was… acceptable. I was the first woman he ever did that with, and even though it was my first time receiving, I could tell he was a nervous. You’d think my clit hides behind five walls of folds because my ex couldn’t find it. Ever. He also pulled away every ten seconds to pull hair off his lips and tongue. Nothing sexier than that, ladies. I also rarely came.
Julian is… talented.
Experienced is the word. With one flick of his expert tongue, I’m sucking in my breath and wiggling on his desk like I’ve never had my clit stimulated before. I seriously can’t believe it. Me. Alyssa Pendleton, completely average girl compared to all the others who work here, getting her thighs bathed by Mr. Marcus’s tongue. How many pussies has this man pleasured? No, no, don’t tell me that. Let me feel special for now. Special enough to have this billionaire’s mouth all over my pussy.
He’s not shy around it, that’s for sure. His tongue sinks between both bolds, swirling around my clit, sometimes flicking directly against it. That same tongue dips inside me more than once. Wet, soft, curious. A triad of new experiences for a young person like me. It’s not enough to be blindfolded, blouse torn open, and legs spread wide, is it? I have to take whatever pleasures he gives me. And he’s giving it. As his hands rub my thighs and wrap around my gently thrusting hips, I sigh from the peace it gives me, my whole body trembling for more.
Anything. As long as it’s more.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please, sir.” I wish I could see him right now. The man blindfolded me, saying it would be too much to handle if I witnessed my deflowering with my two eyes. Julian was right, though. This is certainly more intimate. His tongue caressing me. His breath heavy upon me. Thumbs, fingers pressing into my wiggling hips to keep me in place, marking me in the process. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his intent. He was right. I belong to him. Maybe only for tonight, but at least for tonight I’m his.
He can do whatever he wants to me. God, this is so stupid. I’ll probably regret this Monday morning when I’m fired for fucking the boss. But I’d probably regret not doing it now.
Losing my virginity to a man as amazing as this? I’d be crazy to turn it down. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that other girls would kill for!
The experience is mine. For free. I can get another job or internship. I can’t get another hot, talented billionaire to eat me out and then…
“Mind yourself,” he growls against my thigh. “I’m the only one talking right now. Understand?”
I nod, barely comprehending what the hell he said. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Julian stands, his legs keeping mine spread open. I know how wet I am. Even if I didn’t, the hum of approval on his lips as he kisses me, my scent crashing against my face, tells me all I need to know. “I’m going to fuck you. Now.”
I tense up at his words. He must sense my apprehension, for he kisses me gently as his hand parts me open and guides the firm head of his cock against my wet skin.
“I’ll ease you into it.”
So kind to hear. My body instantly relaxes. Although he doesn’t say it, I hear the implied “If it hurts too much, if you want to stop, say so.” Julian controls every second, but I have the power to stop it. Great heavens, I really am a lucky woman.
I try to tell myself this isn’t a big deal. So what if I’ve never been penetrated by a man’s cock before? So what if I don’t know the difference between a real cock and a dildo? So what if he’s going in without protection? I’m not worried. I’m not ovulating… I think. I could tell him to put a condom on. I think I keep one in my bag! But, but… I can’t do that. I can’t tell Julian Marcus to put on a condom if he wants me bare. I mean, yes, I could physically tell him to stop and put on a condom, and he probably would, but do I want him to?
Really? Do I want to ruin every fantasy playing through this moment right now? The hottest man I know. The most powerful man I know. Come on. He’s so powerful, both in and out of the office, that he’ll probably tear through a condom anyway. He’d probably decimate any birth control I’m on.
I want him to fuck me. I want the whole experience. I want to be able to say that I fucked a man like this when he was in his sexual prime. That my first time was so hedonistic that we both succumbed to our base instincts that told us to fuck fuck fuck consequences be damned.
I like that. Consequences be damned.
Fuck me, Julian.
Fuck me with your warm, hard cock.
Now.
“Oh…” I’m still not prepared for the invasive sensation pushing into me. It’s so slow, so deliberate that I can’t help but believe this would be a different experience if I never told him this is my first time. He’d probably slide it in as quickly as possible and thrust as if I knew what to expect.
Maybe next time. If there is a next time.
“Relax,” he says again. So I relax. How can I tense up with that soothing voice bidding me to lie back and take his body into mine? I was right. This isn’t a big deal. It’s “just” sex. People do this every fucking day like it’s no big deal. I’ll treat it the same way. Nope. Not a big deal.
Not… big… oh my God… it’s…
It’s big.
“That’s it.” I can hear his smug attitude in his purring voice. “Take it all.”
I thought that dildo I bought was big? I don’t care if you tell me Julian Marcus has an average-sized dick. I am not prepared for how much it splits me open in this position, or how deep, deep is slowly slides, bringing him closer to me until I cry out from the overwhelming sensations. Yet at the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so damn satisfying.
Nothing, nobody has ever filled me up like this before. One moment I’m hyperfocused on my body doing something it was born to do, and the next? All I can think about is grabbing his collar and begging him to fuck me, to show me what a man can do with his body.
Show me what I’ve been missing out on until now.
“Tell me you like that, Alyssa.” He’s not out of breath. He’s high. On me. On my body squeezing his because I’m so fucking tight – I should know, because every slight movement of his cock stretches me wide open. Even though I know my body’s meant to do that, it still freaks me out a little. Holy shit, right? This is how hungry I am for him. This is how much I need him. My body will do anything, anything to take him and make him fuck me!
“Yes,” I whisper. I want to be louder, but my voice won’t work with me. It, like the rest of me, is overwhelmed.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” My breasts are so tender and heavy on my chest that I swear I’ve never been so aware of them before. That is until Julian slowly pulls his cock out of me again. Shit, it’s strange! He hasn’t been in me for twenty seconds, and I’m already feeling like a part of me is missing. We had it. We had some primal connection that I may never get to experience again. “Please. Give it to me again.”
My beseeching pleases him. In ways I cannot anticipate.
Julian pushes me down on his desk, my back hitting the wood with such force that a resounding thump blasts through the room. My heels are on the edge of the desk, knees pointed in the air as toes curl and my inner walls contract with more arousal. Fuck me, I’m so wet. I think my body might want him more than my mind does!
He clasps my wrists together above my head. My fingers can grab the other side of his desk, but they’re too busy fidgeting together in excitement.
His breath caresses my mouth. “I’ve already been inside you. You’re no virgin anymore, Alyssa, but I can make sure the job is done, if you’d like.”
I whimper in relentless need for him. “Yes, sir.” A million jokes enter my mind. Cool and collected Alyssa wants to joke that she knows he’s a Capricorn, and Capricorns always finish the job. That same Alyssa wants to quip that his hefty cock has already opened me up, so what the hell is going to go in there if not him? Yet I’m not that Alyssa at the moment. I’m inexperienced Alyssa, and she needs to be guided, to be shown the ins and outs of sexual intercourse. “Finish it, sir.”
That word slips off my tongue so easily. We’re not simply boss and employee anymore. He gets off on me calling him sir. I admit, I get off on calling him that too. It gives me security in this situation. I don’t have to be amazing. I have to be willing and ready to learn. Mr. Marcus will show me what I need to know.
The tip of his cock draws lazy circles around my entrance. Its gets us both wetter, I know that much – but it also teases me to the point I’m writhing against his desk. The desk he’s pinned me to with one strong hand.
The other hooks beneath my thigh and forces my legs wide open. I can’t close them, even if I want to. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I didn’t know he could get deeper!
Nope. I am definitely no virgin. Not only in pedantry, either. He could pull out and send me packing right now and I would confidently proclaim my lack of virginal qualities from here on out.
“You want me to fuck you?” He slowly grinds within me, his rigid cock manipulating my whole body. I want to touch him. I want to grab my breasts and quench my nipples that beg for relief. Except I can’t. Julian’s pinning me down. He’s not releasing me until he finishes the job. “You want me to make you all mine?”
“Yes.” My back arches. Maybe if I shove my chest in his face he’ll get how badly I want him. “Don’t hold back.”
I don’t know what I’m asking for. How can I? Even if I had been with other men like this before, I still wouldn’t be prepared for the way Julian Marcus makes love.
Hard. So. Damn. Hard.
My cries are a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Every thrust crashes through my whole body, his cock splitting me, sinking into me, taming me like I’m some wild, hormone-riddled mess he discovered. I can barely stand it. Not because it hurts – and it does, but in a such a delectable way that I’m actually begging for more – but because it’s suddenly become like air to me.
There’s this man. This volatile, virile man that can have anyone and anything he wants. Tonight, he wants me. My whole body screaming for his. My pussy squeezing his cock until he comes. My moans expressing how impressed I am, how much more I want. My breasts swaying up and down my chest in time to his thrusts. My arousal drenching his cock and spilling all over his desk every time he pulls out all the way. I groan when he slams himself back into me.
I think… I think I’m gonna come.
Seriously? It’s that easy? A guy fucks me like he owns me, and I come? The only stimulation my clit gets is from the cool air and the occasional graze of his shaft as it moves in and out of me. This is purely a product of penetration. What are the fucking odds?
Apparently, they’re amazing.
“Do it.” Julian sucks one of my nipples, and there I go. Without my permission, my body takes his cock to the hilt, attempting to squeeze every fucking drop out of him. Yes. Please. I’m such an embarrassing slave to lust that I don’t see the problem with this situation. I don’t care what happens as a result. Do it, Julian. Show me what it’s like for a man as worthy as you to come in me.
Okay, now I’m giving my body permission. It’s got all the permission in the world to milk that cock. This may be my first time riding a stallion, but I know what his thickening cock means. He’s going to come too. I’ll get what I want.
“That’s it.” My boss pounds me harder. He’s slowed down, but the intensity! He’s going for my G-spot, isn’t he? “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
No matter what I want to say, I can’t say a damn thing. My breath has left my body.
I’m riding some incorporeal high that I can’t even describe. I’m both here in the moment, and gone somewhere far, far away. It’s almost exhausting, really. Was the human body meant to take this much pleasure at once? Was it meant to feel so full, so satisfied? What really are the limits of the meager human mind? When does pleasure become pain, and then pleasure again?
It’s all happening at once. Does Julian feel it, too?
He must. Because that’s no sound I’ve ever heard a man make before.
I really am some naughty nymph, aren’t I? If I can make a man like this come undone, what else can I do?
“Shit,” he growls in a long, drawn out breath that almost makes me come again. As I brace myself for his orgasm inside of me, Julian pulls out, leaving me empty and shaking for his presence again. His hands grab my breasts. Squeezes them. Rolls his thumb over my nipples until I’m practically crying from how good it feels.
Julian pushes my breasts down. While I stare at the back of his silk tie, he shoves his cock between my tits and fucks them until he comes.
All. Over. Me.
It’s not what I expected, but I will take it. I’ll take every drop he wants my skin to have. My tender breasts are drenched in his seed. My throat grows warm as quick, heavy spurts hit it. Don’t ask my face how it’s handling it. More than a little has landed on my cheeks. Some even touches my mouth, dribbling past my lips and onto my tongue.
Most of it is on my chest. Julian’s cock hits my thigh and stays there as he catches his breath. He releases my wrists. I lower them, the rest of me frozen from what I have experienced.
I think it’s over. He’s going to clean himself up and send me home.
“Touch it,” he softly commands. It takes me a moment to realize what he means. A long enough moment for him to gently take my hand and press my fingertip against his hot cum slipping into my cleavage. “You wanted it.”
I did. Maybe not like this, but I’m still turned on. My body still yearns for one last round. One last orgasm. But it will take this. My boss’s seed all over my skin, my fingers spreading it across my chest and up my throat.
It’s thick. Hot and thick. A lot of it. Julian did not hold back how much he had inside of him. If only it had gone where it belongs.
More of it touches my tongue, mingling with the salt of my finger. Julian growls to see me taste him. Can he blame me? He tasted me. It’s only right I taste him too.
“You sure you were a virgin?” he asks, pulling his tie off my face. My eyes open to see him looming above me, sweat on his brow but hair still perfectly kempt. “Because I would have never guessed.”
Is he doubting me? No. I don’t think so. Perhaps he’s enthralled with me. If only.
My underwear slides down my closing legs. The look he gives me insinuates I’m never getting them back.
Oh, he can have them. Keep them in his desk and smell them throughout the day for all. I. Fucking. Care.
“Here’s what’s going to happen now.” Julian speaks as carefully as he does during meetings, but his visage looks ready to tear me apart again. “We’re both going to get cleaned up. I need to stay here for fifteen more minutes, but you’re going to wait for me at my car downstairs. My driver will be expecting you. We’re going back to my place for the night. I’m going to fuck you again.” Julian kisses me, not giving a single shit that his lips are tasting himself in the process. “And again.”
I gasp when he pulls away from me.
“Do you understand?”
My eyes may be glazed over, but I see clearer than I ever have before.
“Yes, sir.”
His smirk rules my thoughts for the rest of the night.
