Virgin Romance by Penny Wylder

11

The next days are busy. Between the first court appearances, jury selection, and general preparation, Andrew and I barely have a chance to be in the same room as each other, let alone have an intimate moment. The dining room in the guest house and I become good friends as I prepare documents for my uncle, putting together the information he needs as he tells me to. I spend most of the time alone, and for the most part I’m fine with that. I get to listen to music and there are even a few slower moments when I steal away to work on a song I’ve been writing. Just music so far—no words. But it’s good, I think.

Josh from the auto shop shows up with my car, good as new. But Andrew is nowhere to be found. I don’t even get a chance to thank him for taking care of it and tell him that I’ll pay him back because he’s in the house so little. It’s jarring to go from something so intimate to almost nothing, but the way that Andrew smiles at me when he does see me still makes my stomach do the equivalent of Olympic gymnastics. Even so, I’m still nervous.

The day after my car comes back, my uncle sends me into the office to file the motions for the trial. There's a huge stack of them. Most of them the judge will dismiss out of hand, but when you're trying to defend someone against a murder charge with nothing in your favor, it's better to try and see if anything will stick.

I know that Andrew is in the city office today. I heard him tell my uncle this morning as he left. I don't know if I'll see him, but I know I'm going to try. It's been three days since we last had sex, and this is the first opportunity I'll really have to see him without my uncle hovering over my shoulder. But the job comes first.

Luckily, my car seems fine all the way there. The mechanics did a good job with her. A combination of overheating and one of the belts being too worn out to function anymore was what stopped her. I'm not surprised—the car is nearly as old as I am. But she's doing fine now.

It takes a few hours to get all of the motions properly submitted, the most important being the motion to dismiss, based on the fact that even though there isn't any evidence exonerating him, there isn't any evidence condemning him either. Innocent until proven guilty.

After hitting send on the final motion, I stand up and stretch. I got so caught up in my work that I was hunched over in one position for too long. It's the same way when I'm really engaged in writing a piece of music. Since I need to stretch out anyway, I may as well take a walk downstairs. I tell myself it's to explore more of the firm, but who am I really kidding?

One floor down is where Andrew's office is. I've never been inside it, but I know where it is. His assistant is outside. She's an older woman, and from talk around the office she's a sweetheart, but right now I need her to leave. I don't want anyone in the office to start gossiping that I visited Andrew in his office—office gossip is a one-way trip to trouble. I get out my phone and text Andrew.

Now might be a good time for your assistant to take a break.

Not even five minutes later Andrew emerges and says something to her—I think her name is Mary—and disappears back into his office. She's gone a couple minutes later. Checking to make sure no one else is around, I slip inside his door. "That was very efficient," I say.

"I was highly motivated." He grins, coming over to kiss me. "I was hoping that I'd get to see you today."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "It's been a little hectic. I'm glad you wanted to see me."

"You thought I wouldn't?"

An uncomfortable feeling squirms in my chest. "I don't know. This all happened kind of fast. I wasn't sure if maybe twice was enough."

"Do you want it to be?" he asks, his face serious.

"Are you going to answer everything with a question?"

He doesn't laugh. "Just tell me."

"No, of course not. I just know that everything is busy, and it's not easy to get to know someone when you have to watch your step all the time. I—well, I guess I was worrying that it all might be too much."

"You're right," he says. "It has been fast, and we don't know each other that well. But I'm okay with that. I've seen your work these past few days. You're dedicated and smart, and you're doing a hell of a lot of great work for a job that you really don't want. So far there's nothing about you that's made me think I don't want to get to know you more."

Wow. I wasn't expecting that. A simple, 'I still want to keep seeing you' would have done the trick, but what Andrew just said...that is something else entirely. My breath hitches in my chest, an unexpected bubble of joy stopping my voice from coming out.

"Besides," he says, running his hands down my back and across my ass, "you're still a virgin in so many things, and I want to introduce you to all of them."

"Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.

"I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."

I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.

“Naomi—”

“You’re not the only one who can be spontaneous,” I say, freeing his cock from his underwear, and taking it into my mouth.

His hands are in my hair immediately. “Fuck.”

I suck him hard, drawing my mouth back slowly before plunging back down again. This angle is easier, and I find I can take him deeper than before. Drawing patterns with my tongue as I move, I touch every part of his cock with my mouth. There’s a bit of lipstick smudged from where I sealed my lips around him, and the sight makes me wet. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can tell he’s struggling not to move. I take him out of my mouth, running my tongue across the tip. “I have to tell you something,” I say.

“Now?” he asks, and I make him wait, taking the tip of his cock between my lips and grazing him with my teeth. I see his eyelids flutter shut.

“This,” I say, “won’t be the first time I’ve tasted you.” He sucks in a breath, and now he’s staring at me. Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud. He’s going to think I’m some sort of deviant.

I lick along his length, enjoying the shudder from him. “When did that happen?” he asks, and I can hear the arousal in his voice. It’s deep and rough and full of sinful promise.

All of the blood in my entire body is in my face. That's how hard I'm blushing. My face is a tomato. "That first day...after you finished and left. You had used my—I was curious, and it just happened."

His cock—already hard—stiffens in front of me. His mouth drops open just a little, and his pupils dilate so his eyes look suddenly dark and hungry. ”That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard."

I duck my head so he can’t see my blushing face as clearly, wetting my lips with my tongue. I place my lips at the base of his cock, sucking along his skin to the tip and back down the other side. I suck him in long and deep, moving up and down his shaft, working up the courage for my last mortifying and arousing admission.

Looking up at him, I say, “I want to taste you again.”

His cock twitches against my mouth, and the sound he makes is nearly feral. I think about that day in the coffee room, how he talked about fucking my mouth. This is his chance.

I put my hands on his hips and pull him toward me, forcing him to thrust between my lips. He takes the hint. Holding my head still with his hands, Andrew pushes his cock into my mouth. Slowly at first, then faster. I lock my mouth around him, relaxing my throat and sucking as hard as I can with his movement. I glance upward and see Andrew’s eyes are closed, his lips slightly parted, completely lost in the moment. Deep satisfaction and pleasure spreads through me at the sight.

Andrew is pumping faster now, filling my mouth with his cock as far as I can take it. He looks down at me, and we lock eyes—I feel sexy and vibrant and alive as he watches me take him deep, as I let him use my mouth for his own pleasure, let him see me love every second of it.

I can see it in his eyes when he comes. They glaze over, and his body goes tight. His cock stops in my mouth, and the warm flood of his come splashes across my tongue. I suck, coaxing more from him. My mouth fills with seed, and I look up at him again, making a show of taking every drop from his cock before swallowing it all.

He’s staring me, and I smile at him, putting his cock back in his pants. It almost looks like he can’t move. “Why, Andrew Finch, are you speechless?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

There’s a knock at the door and we both jump. “I’m back, Mr. Finch, but I’m going to head out to lunch now,” Mary says outside.

“Thank you, Mary,” Andrew says, his voice sounding a bit strangled.

I reach out and straighten his tie, feeling like somehow I’ve won a small victory. He’s the one with all the experience, and yet I’ve rendered him speechless. I won’t forget that. “I guess you can cross that off your list.”

“I guess so.”

He’s still stunned, and I’m still smirking. “I’ll see you later at the house.”

“Yes you will, and I’ll be thinking of creative ways to return the favor.”

Now there’s a thought that’s going to haunt me all day.