Beg Me(13)

So with another goodbye to my parents, I skipped down the porch and hopped into my little car. My parents trailed behind me, waving, with no idea that I wasn’t about to make the drive back to school. Instead I was driving twenty minutes to Chris’s house, in the expensive area of our neighborhood, a gated community with huge estates and lavish grounds.

And as my little Jetta pulled up before Chris’s mansion, second thoughts started screaming into my head. Here I was, little Lindy in my college sweatshirt and jeans, whereas Chris lived in a huge stone mansion, sculpted grounds perfectly manicured, a fountain tinkling melodiously next to the front door.

And as if on cue, the big man came out then, casually handsome in jeans that hugged those long legs and a blue t-shirt that showed off his broad chest and thick, strong arms.

“Hey,” he growled low in his throat, the eye contact between us electric.

I smiled shyly him.

“Hey yourself,” I said softly, and like that it was on. His mouth came crashing down on mine as he dragged me into the house, slamming the door behind us before seizing my head between his hands and tilting it for better leverage, to thrust his tongue even deeper into my warm mouth.

And I loved every second of it, pressing up against him, pushing my boobs against his chest, mewling, squirming, sucking on his tongue as he ravished me, running his hands through my curls, all over my body, tracing my hips, ass, and waist as if they belonged to him.

Because they did … for the next ten days. But Chris didn’t take me immediately although I was more than ready. I’d been mentally preparing myself to lose my virginity the moment I set foot on his property but instead, he pulled up for a moment, breathing hard, and shot me a smile before lifting me in his arms and striding into the kitchen.

“You’re gorgeous, baby girl, and I’m gonna be in you soon enough, but first we eat,” he growled.

I giggled nervlously.

“No worries, I had a bite at my parents’,” I said, flushing. Even using the word “parents” made me blush, reminded me of how illicit this was, how Brenda and Jim, even now, thought I was merrily driving back to school when actually I was at my dad’s boss place about to lose my virginity.#p#分页标题#e#

But Chris just chuckled seeing my blush, how I turned pink and bit my lip.

“Baby,” he growled gently. “Don’t feel bad about what we’re doing, it’s natural and we’re two consenting adults. And trust me, I’ll take good care of you, your parents won’t have a thing to worry about financially.”

And I bit my lip again, nodding. Because his promise felt so genuine, the look in his blue eyes sincere even as he pulled out some pots and pans to whip up a mysterious concoction.

So I let go, taking a deep breath. After all, I’d agreed to this bargain and it was time to hold up my half of the agreement. But what was this stuff about eating first? It was a weird detour when I’d expected to be thrown onto his bed within seconds of the first day.

“Um, Mr. Jones,” I said hesitantly. “I’m not sure what you’re making but if it’s a protein powder or some kind of energy drink, I’m not really into that stuff,” I said. The blender was whirring and he had about a million ingredients out on the corner.

“I mean, I eat anything, I love food,” I amended quickly, not wanting to sound picky, “It’s just that you must do protein shakes, right? You’re in such great shape …”

My voice trailed off. Oh god, why had I put my foot in it so soon? I was already talking about his physique like I couldn’t get enough, it was the first and only thing on my mind. But Chris just glanced over at me and grinned.

“Really, I’m in great shape, huh?” he rumbled. “You like what you see?” he said casually while cracking an egg into a bowl.

And what could I say? Mr. Jones was positively gorgeous at that moment, the sun shining on his ruffled dark hair, casually handsome, confident, deft with his hands as he mixed things up, his big body at ease and yet filled with latent power, energy that I could feel crackling all around us.

And so I just nodded silently, my eyes wide, lips trembling. Chris paused for a moment to lean towards me, taking my mouth in a sweet kiss, his lips gentle, tracing mine, savoring my plushness, marking what was already his.

“Mmm,” he murmured, drawing back to stare into my wondrous eyes. I was going to melt into the floor right there, slip off my stool and became a puddle on the ground because the kiss had been so warm and so utterly surprising, I was breathless. The big man had tricks up his sleeve, a side to him that was gentle, tender, warm and caring.