Savaged

“A guy you just met, and only met, because you were taken hostage.”

“If I had met you in a coffee shop, I'd still want you.”

My head was spinning, and I needed to get a grip. I needed something to focus on, but with her exposed tits right in front of my face, it was hard to think of anything else. I felt my tongue dart out over my lips.

“You don't want to,” she said suddenly. She nodded and her eyes looked down to the floor again. She blushed, but the color wasn’t the same—not enriched with excitement and desire, only embarrassment. Holy shit, she thought I was rejecting her. I had misread her. How long had it been since I misread someone?

“Oh, I most certainly do,” I told her. I made my own point perfectly, blindingly clear. “I'd love to be the first man inside of you. I'm certain how much I want you just tripled. I'm just finding it a little hard to believe you want it.”

“I do,” she repeated, and my cock stiffened again. “I want to…please.”

“Please?” As her word fell from my lips, I moved closer to her again, feeling drawn, as if it was me who had no choice in the matter. It was both a comforting and alarming feeling. I traced my fingers up the outsides of her arms and over her shoulders until I cradled her face between my hands. I kissed her again roughly—my sudden need for her skin on mine shocking us both, I presumed. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her body up close to mine, and I trailed kissed over her jaw and to her ear.

“Say please again,” I demanded. “I want to hear you beg me.”

She complied with my wishes. The sound of her pleas…her words of desire…there was nothing I could do but give in to her.

“How could I possibly deny that?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure if the words were for her or me. It no longer mattered. My breathing was labored and my cock straining to reach for her undoubtedly tight, virgin pussy. I hadn’t fucked a virgin since I had been one—clumsy and nervous in the back of my father’s Mercedes—making the utmost of the high school post-prom cliché.

I yanked off my belt and released the button and zipper of my pants. Feeling strangely lacking without my hands on her, I grasped her again around her torso and pushed her back against the leather couch. I kept my arms around her tightly to keep her from falling as her knees buckled with the impact. I lowered her slowly onto her back, my eyes never leaving hers. I pulled my arms out from around her, and I ran the back of my knuckles over her cheek. I wanted to ask her how old she was, where she went to school, and how the fuck she ended up working for a bastard motherfucker like Alexander Kender. Not now though—right now, I only wanted to become her first lover.

Maybe her last, too.

I nudged my knee between her thighs, and I gently pushed them apart as words spilled unbidden from my mouth.

“So beautiful,” I mumbled. “So trusting. Trapped underneath me…just waiting for me to sink into you. You don't even know what it will be like.”

I ran my thumb along the edge of her panties and realized I just couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to touch her—feel her under my fingers—find out just how wet she already was. I slid my finger under the elastic band, barely touching her clit before reaching further down to the entrance of her pussy.

“Jesus…so ready…” I moaned, closing my eyes for a moment. “You're so wet, Olivia…You really do want this.”

With one hand, I pulled her panties down her legs while I found her clit with the thumb of the other. I put some pressure there while she bucked her hips up against me. I placed my palm against her hip and held her firmly against the couch cushion, immobilizing her. I wished I had brought her little red scarf over with us because I could have tied her hands together—maybe just placed them over her head—but I wasn’t about to stop long enough to retrieve it now. I smiled at the thought and took one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, sucking hard as she gasped. I explored her pussy with my fingers while my thumb focused all its efforts on her clit.

I used the end of my finger to go in a slow, deliberate circle around her entrance while my cock strained in my boxers and screamed to get some attention. I let my fingertip slide in just a little while I watched her face, her wide, beautiful brown eyes staring up at me while her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She was so fucking gorgeous, and my cock was going to be the first one inside of her beautiful pussy. I pushed in just a bit more, moving around in a circle and stretching her a little. She felt tight, even to my finger, and my cock couldn’t wait to feel her walls gripping down on it. I hit her clit again with my thumb, and her neck arched as she cried out.

I grinned and slid my finger farther inside of her, circling her twice before I pulled back and dropped my mouth back to her breast. I ran my tongue in a slow circle, matching the pace of my thumb against her clit. She moaned my name, and I had to stop myself from just impaling her.

“That's it, baby,” I murmured against her skin, then pulled her nipple back into my mouth, loving the taste of her sweet skin. I let a second finger join the first inside of her, and I felt her muscles starting to clamp down against them. She was close already. She tried to raise her hips again, but I kept them down, using more pressure from my thumb and hand while my fingers slowly slid deeper into her. Her legs started shaking as she panted. She gripped my shoulders with her fingers, the nails piercing my skin, and it felt really, really good.

“Come on, baby.” I hummed against her breast. Her whole body was tensed, poised on the edge and ready to just fall over into oblivion, but she still just held on tight, gasping for breath. I licked around her nipple again before raising myself up and looking back into her wide open eyes. I released her hip and entwined my fingers into her hair, pulling it a little as I stared down at her—commanding, begging. “Come on—let go. Come for me, Olivia.”

“Oh God,” she breathed through slightly parted lips. She bucked up hard against my hand as her back arched. “Oh God…Adam! Adam! Adam!”

She kept yelling my name over and over again, and even though I knew they cou

ld undoubtedly hear us in the outer office, I didn’t give a shit. She could scream out my name all fucking day, and I wouldn’t get tired of hearing it.

“So fucking beautiful,” I said as she dropped back to the couch and tried to regain her senses. My smile wasn’t containable as I watched her stare up at me, either in post-coital ecstasy or maybe just shock. I wasn’t sure which, but it sure looked good. “I could watch that over and over again.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. Not another fucking minute. I took off my shoes and socks. I shoved my pants and boxers to my ankles and kicked them off unceremoniously. I glanced back up in time to see her widen her eyes and her throat bob as she swallowed hard. She was staring at me…well, at my cock.

“Is that going to…fit?”

I tried not to laugh out loud and almost succeeded.

“Yeah, baby. It will fit.”

“Are you sure?”