MandyI’d heard losing your virginity as painful, but it’s not, not really. Sure, there was a pinch when Rob entered me with his powerful shaft, anything that big going into you is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But I was ready, he’d gotten me so wet and willing that it wasn’t bad at all. I’d squealed, eyes flying open, feeling so full, spread and taken, and utterly his. And there’d only been a moment of discomfort and then the big man was all the way in, seated completely.And oh fuck, but I loved it. I love having Rob’s dick in me, I love how it feels, thick, so huge and enormous, my mouth starts watering whenever I see it, whenever I even think about it. Because I need it in me, in my mouth, my pussy, and yes, even my ass. I’m a cumslut, there’s no doubt. Within twenty-four hours I’ve been transformed from a virgin into a girl who begs for dick, who needs semen like it’s the elixir of life, the only thing that can keep me going.And Mr. Parker’s into it too. After that incredible
And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.“That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.“But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.“Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then,
And with a flounce of my brown curls, I turned and scampered away. Why was Mr. Parker being so serious? This was a time for fun and games, why was he acting like an adult for crying out loud? There was no need, I was happy and ecstatic, in Seventh Heaven all around.But when the big man came down, fully dressed, that black hair slightly ruffled but still absolutely delectable, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play. There was a serious air about him, a gravity. He wanted to talk and I wiggled uncomfortably.“Drink Daddy?” I offered, holding up my own glass of OJ. “There’s OJ or water, I can get you some.”The big man paused for a moment before setting foot in the living room.“Shit, I forgot,” he barked with a harsh laugh. “You’re not even legal to drink, you’re still downing juice.”I nodded, nonplussed. Of course, I was eighteen, not twenty-one, there were three years to go before I could consume alcohol. So I shrugged again.“I can get you something else,” I offered again. “Dad
And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out. “Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.” And Rob shook his head again. “Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I
MandyI started a bit, my foot kicking out from the blanket before I sat up with a jolt. Where was I? My brain felt fuzzy, limbs heavy and I shook my head, bewildered. What in the world? This bed was unfamiliar, the mattress hard and slippery, and the light from the window was coming in from the wrong direction.Suddenly, it all came rushing back. Holy shit, I’d lost my virginity to Mr. Parker, the man I’d yearned after for years. We’d done it, we’d finally done it and it had been amazing in all ways, I’d absolutely loved it.Except he had reservations, and not just small ones. The big man genuinely thought he was doing me a favor by limiting us to a weekend of the physical and I gasped, looking at the clock quickly. Holy shit, it was 8 p.m. already and my parents would be here the next morning. There wasn’t much time left … if he was still interested in me.So grabbing a robe, I wound it around myself and tiptoed down the stairs. I didn’t look much, I could tell. My hair was messy fr
And Mr. Parker nodded.“I remember that,” he growled, taking a sip of wine. “I remember when you went from Mandy Dandy to Mandy the knock-out in a month. Twenty-seven days to be exact.”I gasped, turning to him.“You remember?” I stuttered. “You noticed, you were counting?”And Rob took another slow sip of wine.“Absolutely baby,” he said. “You’ve thought of me as Uncle Rob for a long time, but I’ve been noticing you for a lot longer than that,” he said, voice measured. “I’ve been aware of you for a long time honey, when those breasts started to grow, believe me, I noticed. Any man would.”I blushed again.“But I was so young then, awkward and lame,” my voice trailed off.“Like I said, any man would notice,” continued Rob roughly. “It doesn’t matter that you were young. I mean, it matters, I wouldn’t have touched you, but I noticed. I have eyes, I can see honey, and I’m just a man. Besides, you were so beautiful it was impossible to look away.”I choked again, this time literally huff
“That’s right,” he ground out once more, blue eyes piercing, unbelievably hot. “I’ve been sniffing your cunt for years now honey, there’s never a scent that was so sweet, it was hell taking you to the movies, getting wafts of that delectable heat the entire time we were in the theater,” he rasped. “Good thing it was dark,” he barked, “Because I had a hard-on the entire time. And all those bathroom trips, baby? I was going to jerk-off, I needed you so bad.”I gasped once more, cheeks flushing. I had thought it was weird, the way Rob got up to go to the bathroom constantly, but I thought it was because he was texting a date, a woman he was meeting up with later, and didn’t want to be rude in the darkened theater.“Oh my god,” I breathed, my food forgotten now. “So these past four years, you’ve been watching me.”Rob nodded.“Not just watching baby, lusting after, desiring, wanting to take you all for my own,” he admitted, voice harsh. “It’s been fucking hell, and this past year, I staye
And this time, as we made love, there was an element of true caring in our movements. Somehow, the air had been cleared between us. He and I had revealed our longing for one another, the fact that for years, we’d been watching each other, Rob slowly biding his time, clamping down on his reactions so as to not overstep.And me, I’d been lusting after him, flat out. After trailing him for years like a puppy, suddenly I was a woman grown, one with assets, a mind of my own, and a body with needs. And it was time to sate those needs, even if we only had a short while.“Mr. Parker,” I murmured into his mouth. “My parents are coming tomorrow morning. Let’s make the most of the time we have left, okay? Please,” I said, on the edge of begging. “Please Rob.”The big man groaned deep in his throat, those big hands moving up and down my back.“Baby,” he rasped. “We’ve already gone so far, and yeah, I’m more than happy to make you feel good. I love you Amanda,” he groaned. “I fucking love you hone
* * *On Wednesday evening, I left the office before Aiden and drove straight to his place. I was relieved that I’d gotten my daily run in with nausea done around lunchtime. In his apartment, I made sure I’d thrown in the last few things I needed for the trip and then made myself a cup of coffee. I didn’t usually drink it past two or three in the afternoon, but lately, I could sleep at the drop of a hat. I’d been miserably tired in our last brand development meeting, and I was worried that Blake had taken my half-closed eyes as some sort of come on.He wasn’t happy about Aiden coming to the charity ball, either. He tried to play it off, but we could tell that his joke about how surely Aiden had more important things to do wasn’t a joke at all. I’d never tell Aiden, but more and more, Blake was starting to give me the creeps. Even though I’d made it perfectly clear my only interest in him was professional, he still let his gaze linger too long on mine. I’d taken to wearing oversized c
LAYLAI didn’t know what was up with me, but I was determined not to let it ruin my first trip with Aiden. Maybe it was just an extended work trip where we would be up to our old tricks in a new city, but it was still ourfirst vacation. Besides, whatever was going on with me wasn’t like any cold or flu or food poisoning or allergic reaction I’d ever had. It was waves of nausea that struck at strange times, peaked violently after about half an hour, and left me tired but functional for the rest of the day. For the most part, I could hide it from Aiden. He was busy doing a week’s worth of work in two and a half so we could leave for New York after work on Wednesday.Because he was so busy, I was home more, and it was Liv who caught me dry heaving in the bathroom one afternoon.“Whoa,” she said, gingerly placing her hand on my back as if she were considering rubbing it. She changed her mind at a particularly violent retching sound that, as usual, produced nothing. Backing into the doorwa
AIDENI had to tell Jack. I could tell the secrecy was beginning to gnaw at Layla. She was right–there was a point when it had been fun. Clandestine. Now I just wanted to be able to take her out to dinner on our side of town without fear of who we might run into. I wanted to think about our future together without the threat of Jack’s reaction overshadowing it.The problem was, I didn’t know how. The other problem was, the person I normally would have asked for advice was Jack himself. Maureen was my back up, but I couldn’t go to her either. So that was why I found myself telling Carl, my mentee, about it.I don’t know how it came up. It sure as hell wasn’t like he asked,hey man, how’s your love life?Strangely, Carl listened. When I was done, he said, “That’s a real fucking pickle, rich man. What are you going to do about it?” His voice was its usual mixture of disdain and sarcasm, but I sensed that he was genuinely interested.“Hell if I know,” I muttered. I was already regretting t
“I bet she would have planned great vacations for you,” I said quietly. I set down my glass of wine and reached over to squeeze his hand. He didn’t let mine go though, when I went to pull back. Instead, he rose in his seat and tugged me up, too. We kissed across the small bistro table. A warm, heady kiss that was sweeter than the dessert.After we sat back down, I rearranged my napkin in my lap and said in my own carefully casual way, “Maybe one day I can plan a vacation for all three of us.”Aiden shot me a grin. He looked almost normal again, though the fire was still simmering in his eyes. “Maybe,” he agreed. “I guess you two should meet before we fly off to the Bahamas together.”“It’s only fair,” I agreed. “I mean, you do knowmyparents.” I held my breath until Aiden laughed. We were getting better, but the subject of my parentage was still loaded. “I do want you to meet my mom,” he said, sliding his credit card into the bill holder and pushing the last of the dessert closer to me
LAYLAAiden and I were still careful at work, but we let our guard down outside of it. We went to dinner together on the other side of town, and once in a while, he even spent the night at my place now that he knew that Liv and Bran were in on the secret.Liv and Bran had their own secret they thought they were keeping, but Aiden and I were experts at this by now. We knew my brother didn’t really crash on the couch at the end of a long night, and we heard him on those nights he pretended to leave and then doubled back.It was nice to see my brother and my best friend falling for each other, even if it was kind of strange. I hoped that when he eventually found out about me andhisbest friend, my dad would feel similarly.“Don’t count on it,” Aiden said when I mentioned it one night. We’d driven across town to eat at a restaurant we figured was far away enough that no one we knew would be there. We were doing that more and more. It was starting to feel normal to be out with him in public
“Layla went home sick. I’m just checking up on her.”Our footsteps echoed loudly on the uncarpeted steps. By mutual agreement, we’d both turned toward the stairwell rather than waiting for the dodgy looking elevator. Bran was ahead of me, and I thought I saw a ghost of a smirk on his face as he turned to go up the next flight. But all he said was, “Cool,” in a voice so indifferent I wondered if I’d imagined the smirk.Thanks to Bran, I didn’t have to knock. The door was propped open on its deadbolt because they were clearly expecting him. He walked in and gestured for me to follow.I’d never been inside Layla’s apartment. I’d only waited out front while she ran in to grab something. It was… fine. Not the kind of place I thought she should be leaving the door propped open, but it could be worse. It had style, even if I wasn’t impressed by the elevator or the security.“Layla,” Bran called. “Your boss is here.”Two voices came at once. An unfamiliar one that said, “I’m on a call!” and t
AIDENWhen I heard that Layla had gone home sick, I texted her.Are you going to my place? I’ll try to leave, too.She didn’t answer. I figured she’d take a nap, but hour by hour crawled by without a response. At lunch, I stepped outside and called her. It went straight to voicemail. I texted again, but I was starting to get the bad feeling that this silence had nothing to do with a cold or a nap.At four, I told Maureen I was leaving early.“You’d better not be sick, too,” she warned.“I’m not. I’ll be online.” I was too distracted to worry about whether she thought it was suspicious that I was leaving early.“What about the happy hour?”I’d already been walking toward the door, but now I pulled up short. I’d forgotten all about the damn happy hour. It wasn’t for anything in particular, just a monthly get together where I got face time with anyone who wanted it, and we patronized our favorite local bar. It wasn’t the most important thing in the world, but I tried to never miss it.“S
Joe glanced at me, sensing for the first time that this news might not be as benign as he thought. “Um, yesterday?” He scratched his nose and eyed me, checking to see how that information went over. When my face darkened, he added, “Maybe. I don’t remember.”“Well I just talked to Maureen about it yesterday morning, so either it was yesterday or it was really early this morning,” I said evenly.“Yeah, it was probably yesterday.” Joe pulled an apologetic face. As if he were the one with something to apologize for. Then he wrapped up his uneaten egg sandwich and made a quick exit.I stayed in the break room for another few minutes, trying to get a handle on my anger. My tendency was to go with the emotion–let it swell and break and deal with the cause of it. I didn’t like to let things fester. This time, though, I really did try to tame it. I asked myself if I was being unreasonable–maybe this wasn’t actually Aiden treating me like a child. Maybe there was some way in which he could ask
LAYLAI sensed Aiden’s mood even before I saw his face. It was the way he moved when he came out onto the balcony. A stiffness in the set of his shoulders that was echoed in his face when he turned around. He lowered himself into the chair beside mine without kissing me first.I closed my book, keeping my finger between the pages to save my spot. I had a pretty good idea what this was about.Aiden didn’t waste time getting to the point. “You went around me.”“I went up the chain of command,” I countered. “I report to Maureen.”“I don’t give a damn who you report to at work. You went aroundme.” He bit off the words. “Not as your boss, but as your–whatever the fuck we’re doing is called.”“I think that about describes it,” I drawled, hoping to tempt him out of this fight. I dogeared the corner of my page and set it down beside my chair.Aiden wasn’t tempted though. Or amused. If anything, his face grew stormier. “If that’s all it was, I wouldn’t bother.”I stood up and slid into his lap