First & Last

It doesn’t take long. I’m already close to the edge, and hearing him talk like that sends me over it in no time. I thumb my clit and thrust my fingers into my pussy, once, twice, and on the third time, I reach the edge. Fall over it into my climax, crying out faintly. Through the haze of pleasure, I see Declan on screen gritting his teeth, his eyes locked on mine as he comes too, groaning. His cum squirts over his hand, some of it falling along his bare stomach and abs. He jolts forward with every pulse of cum, and I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s hot as hell to watch him put on a show like this for me, especially while I’m doing the same.

I pull my fingers out of my pussy and do something I’ve never done before. I lift them to my lips and lick them off, one at a time. I taste sweet and salty at once, different from Declan, but not bad. I lock eyes with him as I taste myself, and he groans again, this time from want.

Good to know I’m not the only one feeling tortured by this wait.

“You are the sexiest creature alive.” He leans forward, watching me until I finish and lean back in my chair, grinning. He makes me feel so confident in myself, the way he watches me like that, with unbridled lust. But then his eyes dart to the corner of his screen, and back to mine, a frown touching his lips. “I’m afraid it is well past both of our bedtimes now, Joyce.”

I glance at the clock and startle. More time passed than I thought–it’s already almost 2 in the morning. “Crap, yeah, I need to sleep.”

“I hope you can now.” He winks, and reaches for the mouse, though not before he locks eyes with me one more time. “Sleep well, Joyce. I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks. You too,” I say. He ends the connection, my screen fades to black, and I’m left blinking in confusion at the silly First Time for Sale website again.

It’s weird–Declan is so sweet, considering his dark, perverse tastes in sex. Deflowering a virgin, bidding on my virginity online… And yet, he takes the time to wish me goodnight and picks me up when I fall.

I retreat to bed, more confused than ever by the sexy, complicated man I’m coming to want more and more every time I talk to him.

It’s been two days since I last saw Declan, but we’ve spent nearly every waking hour of those two days messaging on First Time for Sale. He messages me under the desk from board meetings, asking me what I’m fantasizing about. I write to him while I’m supposed to be at my desk working, asking what he’d like to do to me right now if he were here in my office.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to sneak into the ladies’ bathroom at work, shut the stall door and masturbate, picturing Declan on his knees in front of me. I know I should slow down; I know that when Declan warned me that I’d get addicted to him, this is exactly what he meant. This road could end terribly for me, in a million different ways. He could lose interest, drop off the face of the earth. He could just want me so he can deflower me, and then he could vanish without ever talking to me again, leaving me hooked, desperate for more and unable to get it.

He could lose the auction. I don’t know what he’d do then. What I’d do.

I’ve read up more on the website, between our conversations. The rules section actually made me feel a lot better. All of this is completely voluntary–I can end the auction anytime I want if I feel uncomfortable. The only thing that will happen to me if I don’t go through with this is that the website won’t release the funds to me.

But I was never in this for the money. I still don’t really believe it’s real, that anyone would pay that much money just for one night with me. And besides, no amount of money could make me do something I really didn’t want to do, especially not something like this.

But if it’s Declan who wins…

I shake my head. I don’t know what I’ll do if he does win. Maybe I’ll back out anyway. Maybe I’ll chicken out.

All I know, right now, is that I want him. I want him to win so that he’ll feel like he can finally fuck me. Make all these fantasies we’re sharing into reality.

My phone buzzes, and my face flushes with heat, despite the fact that I’m in the middle of my office, standing next to the coffee machine about to refill my mug.

I’m on a business call, Declan writes, and all I can think about is how I wish you were on your knees in front of my desk right now, with my cock in your throat. I want to watch your eyes when you suck me off. I want to stop you right before I finish. Pull you to your feet, bend you over this desk, and push my cock into your tight, virgin pussy. I want to fuck you until you’re screaming, until you come on my cock again and again, and then I want to come inside you, coat your pussy with my seed…

I shiver, my heart slamming against my ribs, all the blood draining straight to my pussy.

“Morning, Joyce,” my coworker Abbey says brightly as she shoulders past to grab a cup of coffee.

Startled, red-faced, guilty, I shove my phone into my pocket and refill my own mug after her. “Morning,” I call, belatedly, and she smiles at me, though there’s a question on her face. She looks down at the phone in my hand and is definitely suspicious. Dammit. I need to get my head out of the clouds. Focus on right here and now. Not some guy I barely know from a pervy website who I can’t get out of my head.

But when I march back across the office and take my seat, and my phone buzzes again, I can’t resist. I slide it out and tap open his next message, losing myself in his dark desires once more…

6

I wake up to a voice in my house. At first, I tense, but I recognize the rambling shouts, and relax again. Just Violet.

“… Brought in this—hey, Joyce?” Her head pops around the corner of my dining room, where I dozed off with my head on the table, my laptop open beside me. I sit upright and wipe drool from my mouth. Ugh. My head swims. How much sleep did I get? What time is it?

I squint at the clock. 10 am on a Thursday. Crap.

“Shouldn’t you be in the office already?” Vi asks.

“I… I called in sick,” I lie, even as I reach for my cell phone and stand, rushing into the kitchen as I frantically type out an explanation to my boss. “What are you doing over here anyway?” I call back into the dining room as I put on some coffee and finish typing the email.

“You gave me your keys two years ago, remember?” Vi calls back, sarcasm in her tone.

“I know, but it’s an odd time,” I point out.

“I just came by to drop off the T-shirt you loaned me last weekend, chill. You haven’t been replying to my texts, so… Hey, what is this?”

I freeze in the middle of the kitchen, eyes widening. I hit send on the message to my boss and then dart back to the dining room. But it’s already too late. Violet is bent over my laptop, eyes on the screen, and I can already guess what she’s seeing.

The First Time for Sale website I left wide open, having spent last night chatting with Declan until at least 4 or 5 in the morning when I passed out where I sat.

“You went back on this?” Violet’s saying, already grabbing the computer maneuvering it through the site. “Oh my god, are people bidding on you?”

I make a grab for the laptop, but she dodges out of my way, scrolling through the inbox. Her eyes get wider and wider as she reads the bids, which I know have shot up to an insane amount. Something over $600k, last time I checked, though it’s probably higher by now.

“Vi, it’s just a stupid website–”

“Who’s Declan?” Violet casts a glance at me, eyebrow lifted.

“He’s just someone I’ve been talking to—”

“He’s sent you about a hundred messages in the last day, judging by this.”

“Don’t read them

.” I finally manage to grab the computer, and slam it shut.

But it’s too late now. Damage done. Violet narrows her eyes. “Is that who you were meeting up with on Sunday? Is that why you didn’t want to tell me how the date went?”

“It was just coffee downtown, nothing weird.” Not giving him a blowjob or being eaten out on a table in the middle of the restaurant where we met. I grimace.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were meeting up with one of those creeps!” Violet tosses her arms up.

I step away from the table, laptop safely folded under my arm. “He’s not a creep. He’s actually a great guy.”

“Oh my god. Tell me you aren’t going to see him again. Joyce, he’s trying to buy your virginity on a stupid website–”

“A website you made me go on in the first place,” I point out.

“I didn’t think you’d be crazy enough to actually go out with some weirdo from it! It was a joke, Joyce.”

“It’s still a joke, okay? Declan isn’t—”

“Declan?” Violet snorts. “Whose actual name is Declan? What do you actually know about this guy, Joyce, besides that he’s got a lot of cash and a virgin fetish? Has it occurred to you he could be some total creepfest weirdo with like… a dungeon in his basement or something?”

The words hit a little too close to home. I scowl and slam my computer down on the table, facing her. Because yes, I have wondered how much I really know about Declan. Who the real man behind the screen is. But I trust him enough to not be a complete psycho, and besides, plenty of people meet online and go on dates. This is normal; it’s just the particular website we met on that’s weird.

“Why are you here, Vi?” I ask, my voice edged.

Violet’s eyes widen, and for a second, the anger falls away, replaced by shock. I feel guilty for a moment–she’s only worried about me, and I’d be worried about me too, in her shoes. But then she shakes her head and points at a box beside the door. “I told you, I came to drop off your shirt. Then I saw this on your doorstep. Thought I’d help you out and bring it in. Since when do you care about me popping by unexpectedly anyway?”