His hand travels down my dress to the hem and doesn’t hesitate for a second before pushing up between my thighs, hovering over my wet panties. I gasp, I’ve never come close to having any man touch me like this. My body is hungry for more of him, but my mind won’t stop spinning. Is this really how I want to lose my virginity? On a first date with a man who will probably never see me again? Marjorie isn’t wrong, he probably won’t even remember my name.
“Stop,” I pant into his mouth weakly, but I push my hips forward, grinding my juicy mound toward the heat of his hand. He pushes me backward onto his couch and moves between my legs so quickly that my mind is now firing off alarm bells. This is too much! Too fast! He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and roughly tugs them over my head, pulling my dress up with his free hand and kisses me passionately.
His free hand glides up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my soaking panties. Matthew’s finger pushes against my panties, putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I mewl, bucking my hips toward him. The intensity of his touch is so perfect, it feels like this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m just not sure that this is the right time.
My reservations melt away again as our tongue caress and collide. I’m tired of being the good little girl, it’s time to have some fun for once. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to keep stroking my pussy. I didn’t even know I could get this wet. He sucks my bottom lip back in across his teeth, less gently this time and then gives it a painful nip that brings me back to reality.
“Owww! No, we need to stop. I just can’t.”
He releases my arms quickly and sits back up so fast it feels surreal. I’m still lying in front of him with my legs splayed open with a total disregard for modesty and my head spinning.
“If you want to stop, you’ll have to quit putting on a show for me, Kendra,” Matthew muses, smiling at my exposed lace panties. I sit up quickly and tug down the hem of my dress, heat firing up through my throat and ears.
“Is there a problem?” He raises his eyebrow with the hairline scar on it and his blue eyes twinkle. I feel like a fool. What kind of 26-year-old panics at the idea of having sex with a handsome billionaire?
“No, not a problem. I just can’t keep going. I’m sorry, it’s all just kind of overwhelming, you know? I mean there was all the drama, like fifteen minutes ago with your ex and really, she’s right. I know this isn’t a big deal for you, but it is for me. That’s why I’ve waited so long and I just can’t, and I should probably go home.” I finally take a breath after spewing out my explanation like one long word.
“Waited so long? Are you telling me you’re in grad school, and you’ve never been fucked?” He looks amused. Too amused at my expense. Like the very idea is so ridiculous to him that he can barely stop himself from laughing at me. My skin burns with shame as my eyes brim with tears. The last thing I need tonight is to be the butt of another rich person’s joke. I stand up abruptly and head for the door. I won’t sit here and be laughed at for having integrity, I don’t care how big of a deal this guy thinks he is.
“I need to leave. Please call me a cab.” I won’t look at him. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he’s affected me. I never should’ve let my guard down with someone like him.
“A cab! Do you know how far we are from the city? It’s a two-hour drive. You aren’t a prisoner here, Kendra. If you want to leave, I’ll get the pilot…”
“No!” The idea of getting back in that helicopter is terrifying. “I’m not impressed by your stupid helicopter, and I don’t want to fly. I just want to go home, now!” I whirl around and feel even angrier by the stupid grin on his face. He’s loving this. Maybe that’s part of his game.
“No need for a tantrum, I’ll have my driver meet you at the front. He’ll take you home safely, I can assure you.” His face goes from amusement to completely disregarding me. It’s like he’s shut off any part of him that showed me any interest or respect just moments ago. I wait, stupidly, for him to walk me out or acknowledge that I’m leaving, but he just sits behind his desk and starts shuffling through paperwork. I guess I’ve been dismissed.
Leaving the house is more complicated than I had hoped. Luckily, I have a decent sense of direction, so I manage to get to the front door without steering too far off course. The entire way out I just keep my jaw shut tight and blink back my tears. I will not cry here. I won’t do it. As I reach the front step, I can see the limo among the others in the driveway, but his has a driver waiting for me holding the door to the back seat open for me subserviently. I’m almost there. Just hold it together for a few more seconds.