I pulled my panties down, let them fall off one foot and hiked up my leg. I felt the cold air on my exposed sex and shivered. Briand didn't let me stand in the cold for long. He closed the space with his body. I felt the buckle against my thigh and then he placed himself at my entrance. I shivered again with anticipation this time instead of cold. Or nerves.
When he pushed into me I cried out. The ecstasy was followed by a sharp pain that shot into my abdomen. Brian frowned, searching my face. He looked confused only for a moment before his eyes widened.
"Oh, my God." He looked me straight in the eye. I closed my eyes for a second. "You're a virgin."
His voice was hoarse, gravelly, already lost in what we were about to do. I nodded. How could I deny it? It wasn't like he wouldn't be able to tell that I hadn't had sex before. There were signs.
He swallowed. "You want me to keep going?" His breathless voice told me how hard it was to ask the question.
I nodded, breathing hard. I needed him to keep going.
He shook his head, braced himself against the wall with one hand and his other on my hip. He pushed into me. The pain was acute, but a moment later the pleasure overrode the pain and I was in a new world of bliss. Holy shit, was this what I'd been holding out on? It was fucking fantastic.
But it was worth the wait. I knew that someone older would be the right choice. he made me feel like I was everything and the moment he'd realized I was still a virgin he changed gear and handled me like I could break. It was exactly what I needed.
I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut, getting lost in the sensation. He put his head in my neck and I felt his lips on the soft skin, nibbling, kissing. It only pushed me closer to an inevitable orgasm of a proportion I'd never known.
He grunted in my neck, moving faster and faster. My body adjusted to him and a moment later it wasn't bad anymore. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't bad.
An orgasm washed over me out of nowhere, starting at my core and spreading through every part of me so that I curled my body around Brian's and cried out into his shoulder to muffle the sound. I grabbed handfuls of his blazer and squeezed until the light subsided and I came back to reality.
When the orgasm was over Brian lifted his head and looked at me. There was a mixture of concern and raw lust all over his face.
"Do you mind if I...?"
I shook my head. "Please." I needed this to be good for him.
He nodded and slowly picked up his pace. He pumped into me, faster, harder. With it came the sharp pain again. My body was okay when we were going slow but this was something else. I cried out but Brian was in his own world now, his actions animalistic rather than thought out. He hammered into me and his body trembled and shuddered. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation where everything blurred until I was floating in a cloud of delirium. His strokes shortened and quickened another time and a moment later he released inside of me.
His cry was guttural. Mine was sharp. And then it was over. He stayed inside of me just a moment longer before slipping out and leaning against the wall next to me. He breathed hard. I breathed hard. I looked at him.
"We have to get back to the party," he breathed, swallowing hard.
I nodded. I found my panties, pulled it over the leg it had fallen off and pulled them up. I felt how wet I was when the material was against my skin - wet from my lust and his combined. This had been my first time and I was scared Brian would just leave me now. I hadn't thought it through. I hadn't thought about needing to cuddle afterward, needing physical reassurance after the first time having sex.
I should have.
Brian took my hand. "Are you ready?"
I nodded. I was wobbly on my legs and it felt like I teetered on my heels but I wasn't going to look vulnerable now.
"Let's go."
He took my hand, pulled me closer to him, and half of my fears were doused. He was going to stay at my side. This wasn't spooning, but it was better than I'd feared.
Thank God.
Chapter 4: Brian
I walked back with her - the nameless virgin goddess - on my arm and it felt like everyone knew what we'd just done. And they envied me for it. They were jealous of her for it. I felt like a boss. I'd just taken this woman's virginity on the terrace. She'd wanted me to. Sleeping with her felt like a feat in a way that was different than any of the other women I'd conquered.
"Megan!"
We both turned, me because I recognized Tom's voice, and her because I was guessing she was Megan.
"I didn't know you were here tonight, I thought you were only coming up tomorrow."
She smiled and she was beautiful in the young innocent way she hadn't been at all while we'd been doing the deed on the terrace.
"I wanted to surprise you."
I had the terrible feeling that something was wrong, a sinking in my gut. Tom gave her a half-hug and clapped me on the shoulder. It didn't seem right to think that she was a feat now. I wasn't sure why.
"I see you've run into my daughter."
Blood drained from my face and I felt like I was going to throw up. This was Megan Philips? God, she'd grown up. And I'd helped a little with that, hadn't I? My stomach turned again.
"You're taking good care of her, I hope?" Tom asked. I gave him a wan smile.
"Of course."
"Brian is showing me around," Megan said in a syrupy voice and I wanted to claw her eyes out right there. She'd betrayed me. She'd cheated me. She'd tricked me into sleeping with her and now an ax hung over my head and I would never be able to get away from it. If Tom found out what I'd done this would be the end of my career, of our partnership, of my friendship with him... this was such a mess.
Chapter 5: Brian
It doesn't matter how much time passes. Sleeping with your partner's daughter who is half you age isn't something you can every outrun. Months have gone by and it wasn't so raw and fresh anymore but I still hated the fact that it had happened. I still felt like I'd was the one pulling on the short straw. My business suffered from it a little. I was distracted and I felt like a traitor somehow. A traitor, a womanizer, a disgusting pervert. Sleeping with her had been nothing different than sleeping any of the other models I'd slept with. They were all roughly the same age and part of my career as a model agency owner in some way or another.
Except, she had been a virgin. And she was Tom's daughter. Which meant that it really wasn't the same at all.
It didn't influence my relationship with Tom at all, which told me one thing. Megan hadn't told him that it had happened yet. I was walking on pins and needles, though, tip-toeing around him, terrified every time I saw him that he would say something, that he would call me out and it would finally be the day that everything in my life broke.
I got out of the car I'd ordered to pick me up from the airport. I'd been out of town for a week and it had been the only week I'd slept without waking up a couple of times in the night, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thanked the driver and walked into the lobby. Our offices were situated at the very top of a tall shiny building that could be seen from anywhere in town.
"Brian." I looked to the side. Tom stood in the lobby, waving at me. Megan was at his side. My stomach turned and I wondered what excuse I would use if I threw up right in front of them.
"Morning, Tom." I nodded at her. "Megan."
She smiled at me. It was a beautiful smile - she really was a looker - but I was still angry with her and all I could see was a woman that had put me in a very difficult position and I wasn't talking about Karma Sutra.
Judging by the smile on Tom's face and the fact that he let me within twenty feet of his daughter meant that Megan hadn't told him yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn't change. I was terrified that at some point she would use it when that priceless piece of information would be to her advantage. And my downfall.
The problem was that it was a sort of dream standing in front of her right now. I hadn't seen her since the fashion show, but she had been a constant in my mind. Whether it was because I was thinking about how she'd done me wrong and jeopardized my career, or whether it was because she had been different than anyone else I'd been with was beside. She was always on my mind.
I didn't want to admit that there were times I thought about her and I didn't think about how she'd fucked me over by not telling me who she was, but I thought about what we'd shared and how much I'd thought - at the time at least - it was worth. How much I thought she was worth.
I looked her up and down. Damn, she really was a beauty. She had an hourglass figure in the truest sense of the word. Breasts and ass that balanced each other out. he wasn't leggy and tall like the models I was usually with but she moved with grace and elegance I hadn't seen on any of the girls we sponsored and her hair was like silk. It was pulled back in a ponytail and it made her dark eyes even more pronounced. Her face was open and innocent - yeah right - and a part of me wanted to do her all over again.
I had to regain control somehow.
"Don't you want to help me out?" Tom asked. I blinked at him. I had a feeling it had to do with Megan and I wanted to say no. I didn't. I couldn't, though, so I rubbed my hands together.
"What can I do for you?"
Tom looked at Megan who was looking at me. I wished she wouldn't. Her eyes were big and liquid and it made me unsure of what I felt.
"Megan has been having a tough time finding a job now that she has her qualification. I hired her as one of our talent managers." Oh god. "I'm off to Paris in the afternoon so I won't be able to make sure she's alright here and knows where she needs to be."