MACKENZIE
D ang, this felt good. Better than anything had in my life. And we’d only just started.
West maneuvered me on the bench until I was on my back, my legs parted in front of him. It felt unladylike, but I had a feeling he wanted me to be anything but ladylike right now. And there was something freeing about that.
His breath was hot against my skin as he trailed his lips down my stomach and lower, until his fingers hooked into the delicate lace of my panties. I gasped as he tugged them down, the cool air kissing my exposed flesh. But his hands, his mouth—they were anything but cool.
“You’re still wearing too much,” he murmured against my inner thigh.
His teeth grazed my sensitive skin. I shivered, my fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged the skirt up to my hips, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
“But this—” His tongue flicked over me, just once, teasing. “—this is exactly where I want you.”
My breath hitched, my back arching as he tasted me in slow, deliberate strokes.
Every flick of his tongue was a promise, every suck a whispered “mine.” I whimpered, my thighs trembling around his shoulders as he licked deeper, driving me toward the edge with nothing but his mouth and the wicked skill of his tongue.
Warmth spread through me, and then I felt like I was climbing toward something. I didn’t know what, but all my senses were on full alert. The air I breathed seemed crisper, fresher.
I gripped the edge of the bench and rode a wave that took me up, up, up—until I let out a little cry as waves of pure bliss rolled through me.
It took me a good minute or so to catch my breath, and then I let out a little cry. Even though I’d stilled, West waited until it was clear my orgasm was complete before lifting his head.
“I have a condom back at my place,” he said. “We could run back there and get it and finish this. Spend the next couple of hours together.”
I shook my head. “I’m on birth control. It’s all good.”
It probably seemed weird to him, but my best friend and I had gotten on birth control as soon as we graduated high school.
She was scared about her first gynecologist appointment and asked me to go with her.
Each of us had stayed in the waiting room while the other was getting examined.
It helped somehow, just knowing the other was there.
“Perfect,” he said. “I didn’t really want to leave. But I do need to lock the door.”
I sat up, propping myself on my elbows, and looked down at him, alarmed, as he traveled the rest of the wraparound seat, then stood. The door had been unlocked this whole time? Someone could’ve walked in.
But wait…why did I care? I was new here. Nobody knew me. Still, this wasn’t the way I wanted to introduce myself to Wildwood Valley. Not if I was going to be a permanent resident.
“Come with me,” West said as he walked from the door to the counter where we’d met.
How long ago had that been? Not even an hour, I was guessing. But I’d never felt this connected to anyone in my life.
He led me to the flip door he’d blasted through when I first walked in. The kitchen was to the right, but he walked past that too. Whatever we were going to do, we probably needed to find a surface that wasn’t used for food.
Sure enough, he led me to a small room next to what looked like a walk-in cooler. I followed him through the door and found a mid-sized room with a desk toward the back and a chair on either side.
“Close the door,” he said.
He took a seat behind the desk. I couldn’t help but notice his businesslike tone and posture, and I wondered if he’d changed his mind about sleeping with me. Or was this foreplay?
As a fresh round of moisture rushed between my legs, I did exactly as he’d commanded, taking a seat and settling my skirt into place.
Oh crap. I’d forgotten my panties. They were still out there, around where we’d been sitting.
I couldn’t forget to grab those afterward.
The last thing I needed was someone stumbling upon them while sitting down to dinner.
“So you’re interested in working here,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me a little about your qualifications?”
Okay, now I really didn’t know if he was serious or not. But either way, I probably should answer the question honestly.
“I’ve waited tables off and on for years,” I said. “I started when I was sixteen at a meat-and-three. I had to wait until I was eighteen to work somewhere that served alcohol. I’m a good hostess too. Exactly how much does the position pay?”
“The pay is negotiable. But there are things you could do to earn a little more.”
“Like what?”
He sat back in his chair and ran his gaze over me. My body heated up, each section of me warming as his gaze landed on it.
“Things get stressful around here,” he said. “Sometimes I might need a little…relief.”
He paused before that last word. If this were a real job interview, I would’ve been out of there by now. But we were here to do this. And I was more than a little turned on by the game we were playing.
“So I could earn a dollar an hour more if I come around that desk and relieve you?” I asked.
I probably sucked at this, but he’d understand. It was my first time at any of it. No way could I be an expert at dirty talk.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do,” he said. “But first, take off that dress.”
I stood, my hands trembling again, and lifted off the dress. He’d seen part of me—the bottom part—up close and personal. But I’d never shown my breasts to a man before.
I took a deep breath and jerked the dress up over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Then I just looked silly, wearing a bra and nothing else. So I reached back and unclasped it, closing my eyes as I bared my full body to him.
“Whoa,” he said.
The tone of his voice popped my eyes open. There was definite appreciation there—even if “whoa” wasn’t the word I would’ve expected. But “whoa” had to be a good thing, right?
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “Most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. How is it possible you’re all mine?” He seemed to catch himself and rushed to say, “My new server, anyway. Well, if I choose to hire you, that is.”
That last part was said in a businesslike tone, similar to the way he’d been speaking earlier. It was part of the act.
“Your turn,” I said. “Unzip those pants.”
That felt weird to say, but it did the trick. He gave a nod, then unfastened his jeans and lowered his zipper. He pulled both his jeans and underwear down, and for the second time, his cock sprang out. But this time, I’d do more than touch it.
This time, he was all mine.
I walked around the desk, not even waiting to be invited. He swiveled his chair to face me as I came around the side. I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection. He was so big and so very hard.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
As he sat, resting his arms on each armrest with his jeans and underwear around his thighs, he said, “I want you to suck my cock. I want you to take me in as deep as you can.”
I stepped closer and knelt, but there was a problem. I couldn’t get close enough. So, not taking my eyes off his erection, I tugged his jeans all the way to his ankles. Then I moved between them, settling my knees on the blanket his pants and underwear provided.
I finally lifted my gaze to his face as I wrapped my hand around him and stroked, going all the way down, then back up again, taking in the tip and going to the base.
Finally, I lowered my head and snaked out my tongue, lapping up the moisture that had formed on his tip.
He moaned. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his breathing heavy.
A surge of power flashed through me. The game we’d been playing was forgotten as I took him as deep as I could go, using my hand, my mouth, my lips, and my tongue. I wasn’t sure if I was even doing it right, but it felt instinctual. And his moans indicated I was on the right track.
Finally, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”
I didn’t see anything wrong with that, but yeah, I wouldn’t lose my virginity this way. So I pushed myself to a standing position, then waited for instructions on what to do next.
I thought he might pull me onto the chair with him, but instead, he gestured toward the desk. “Have a seat.”
I wasn’t sure how to make that work, but he helped by lifting me onto the surface, settling me near the edge. Then he parted my legs and lowered his head, running his tongue over each of my nipples.
I braced myself on my palms behind me and tilted my head to the ceiling, savoring every second of the feel of his tongue on me. When I felt his thumb on my clit, I almost lost it right then and there. Sensations exploded inside me. For the first time, I realized it was possible I could come again.
It seemed too soon, but I was already feeling that slow buildup. All that would change when he slid inside me. Losing my virginity would be painful. Friends—and the internet—had prepared me for that.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I looped my legs around his waist, tugging him toward me. “Fuck me.”
I’d never said anything like that before. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it, but his expression darkened and his mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smile. He definitely liked it. I noted that for future reference.
His smile promptly vanished as he focused on inching his way inside me, not going too deep. His eyes were on my face the whole time, checking to make sure it wasn’t painful.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on his thumb moving over my clit. It felt so good, I could almost forget how painful the other part was.
It was all for a good reason because soon, I’d no longer be a virgin. More importantly, I’d have lost my virginity to West. I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to. It made me happier than anything I could imagine.
After finally working through the pain, I dared to open my eyes and look at him.
He was staring down at me, his jaw tense, his hips thrusting gently.
I wanted to tell him to go deeper, but that would be painful, so I bit my lip and focused on the sight of him.
It turned me on even more than his touch.
Soon, I wasn’t thinking about the pain. Only the pleasure.
The heat rose in my body, starting in my midsection and rising all the way up to my face.
His gaze lowered to my breasts, and I knew he was watching, probably mesmerized by the way they moved with each of his thrusts.
I couldn’t wait to ride him. I’d be on top, brazenly touching myself as he lay beneath me.
And then I was coming, and once again, every cell in my body seemed electrified. My pussy clenched around his cock in a way that I knew made it tough for him to hold out. But my orgasm would probably serve as a green light to him.
Sure enough, even before I’d come down, he moaned, his eyes closed as he moved faster and faster, still careful not to go too deep but getting himself there all the same. Then he cried out, his hands clenching my thighs a little tighter, his other hand sliding away from my clit.
It was the sexiest sight imaginable—my man, in the throes of orgasm. A sight I had a feeling I’d get used to over the coming years. Because this was definitely not just the first time, but the first of many.
Finally, he opened his eyes again and looked at me. “You okay?”
“Never been better.” I frowned. “But I feel bad.”
Worry marred his features. The last thing I wanted to do was worry him.
“I need to tell Bobbi I can’t marry Reilly,” I rushed to say.
He nodded, brushing a thumb over my thigh. “We’ll go talk to her together.”
A little rush of relief moved through me. I wasn’t alone in this. I wasn’t walking back into that lodge with trembling legs and a guilty conscience while he stayed here, pretending none of this happened. I was walking in with him.
He stood first and helped me down from the desk, brushing his hands down my sides like he couldn’t stop touching me. I didn’t want him to stop.
“We’ll go now,” he said. “We’ll tell Bobbi the truth, then…”
I looked up at him. “Then?”
“Then you go back to my place.” His voice dipped low, promise laced in every word. “I’ll finish up the dinner shift here and when I come home to you, we’ll do this all over again.”
“Perfect,” I whispered.
He kissed me again—quick, deep, and full of heat—before leading me out of the office. And just like that, we stepped into the next chapter of our lives together.