“Yes,” I whispered in a barely audible voice, shame coursing through me. Maybe I should have taken Amy’s advice and gotten laid before I met Nick.
“And you want to continue?”
“Yes,” I said.
He gently pushed into me a little more. I winced, then relaxed as he pushed all the way in. I felt the pain tear me up like I was being split, but it lasted only a few seconds. He held his cock steady inside of me, then gently pulled out and thrusted into me slowly. The pain was not as intense. I relaxed with each penetration, and soon he was thrusting quickly into me. I held onto him tightly, my body riding along as he moved, his impossible cock fitting like a glove.
Intermittently, his mouth gently claimed mine and let go as he kept rocking me. I reached the height of my pleasure, my moans getting louder. His grunts heightened as he pounded me harder and harder. Then a warm bubble spread inside me, threatening to erupt.
I held onto Nick, screaming his name over and over again as he thrusted so deep into me I started shaking. He was coming as well, his orgasm overtaking him as he held me closer. As our bodies melted together, I knew that Nick was right about one thing. There was something between us, something worth exploring.
NICK
Long after Sara had left, Nick sat in his office, dreaming about how perfect his afternoon had been. Who would have thought that a girl that pretty was still a virgin in her twenties? He didn’t know New York had any virgins over seventeen years old. He was still lost in his thoughts when a knock sounded at his door, and as usual, without waiting for a response, Zia strolled into the office.
"Someone had a good time," Zia smirked.
"Zia, stop. You let her in."
"She looks decent and I liked her. I thought you'd appreciate her visit."
"Maybe so. What's your point?” Nick said, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Zia had a way of getting under his skin at the worst moments.
"Nothing. I walked over to discuss serious business, but your office smells like sex.”
"Zia, you really have to start learning how to mind your business. I think you need a man to keep you entertained. I should hook you up with one of my friends. That would keep you busy and out of my hair.”
Zia snarled at him. "You know that's never going to happen. Your friends are all jerks.”
“Probably, but you can't live in the past forever. Being hurt doesn't mean you can't move on. Jason was an asshole for cheating on you, but that was in high school, Zia.”
"Fine, Nick. I think that's enough about me," Zia said firmly, her voice controlled and her tone flat.
"So how can I help you?” Nick said, sitting in his huge leather chair.
"You owe the preservation some money.”
"What do you mean?”
"What do I mean? You've been so preoccupied with getting into Sara’s pants you've hardly given work any thought.”
"Fine. So what do I owe and for what?”
“Your girlfriend’s share of the donation for the ball.”
“Oh, yes,” Nick said. “Take it out of my salary for this month. I did forget.”
“Of course you did. Where your mind’s been, I’d forget if I were you. So tell me, was she as good as she looks?”
“Zia, you don’t give up, do you?” Nick said.
"You should know me by now," Zia said as she started to walk away. “And if you don't want to have little ones all over your house soon, you probably should use a condom next time.”
Nick picked up an eraser off his desk and flung it at her, but she dodged it and closed the door after her.
After she left, Nick still had a smile on his face, partly from the memory of how warm Sara had been, and partly from the fact that his sister was the most persistent person he’d ever met. Zia was a pain in the rear, but he loved her. He liked how Zia teased him about Sara. It meant one thing – she liked Sara. She never liked any of his women. This was the first time she had expressed interest in his female affairs, and it was nice to know his twin also liked Sara.
Thoughts of Sara brought more smiles to his face, and surprisingly, made his pants feel tighter. He was getting a hard on by simply thinking of her. He couldn’t wait to see her later that evening, and hopefully, if things went well, he’d get another chance to show her how much he truly cared for her.
SARA
I left Nick’s office determined not to overanalyze the situation. I had shamelessly had sex with a man who probably didn’t care too much about me now that he had gotten into my panties. One part of me regretted giving myself so completely to him. The logical thing to do was to call him and cancel the dinner plans we’d made for tonight, then ignore him and let things die. But I knew Mr. Rich too well. He would never back down from anything he wanted, and if he wanted me, there was no escaping him.