SWEET HEART Page 4

  I hate his questions. He’s making me more nervous and afraid. “I don’t think I need to tell you anything. Suffice it to say that I’m here. Why don’t we just get on with it?”

  “You sound like you’re not here on your own volition. I’m not in a habit of forcing women.”

  My eyes widen in panic. Without a thought, I drop on my knees and crawl between his legs. “I swear I’m here by choice. I want to do this,” I tell him with resolve.

  He’s sitting there, so still. Only his eyes are moving. His gaze slowly lowers to my chest, lingering there, and down….and then back up again. The seconds drag, pounding in my heart. His silent scrutiny is killing me.

  “You want to pleasure me, you say?” he finally says.

  I nod eagerly. I can’t lose his interest. My future depends on it.

  He leans back on the sofa. “Then start doing so.”

  ASHTON

  Her cleavage is deep and her nipples are poking against the thin material of her night gown, making my mouth water. I itch to rip her night gown off of her and find out what color her nipples are. Are they as cherry-red as her plum heart-shaped lips? And her pussy. I want to see her pussy. Badly.

  My cock is now a lead pipe between us, excited to engage again after months of abstinence, raring to break free from the confinement of my pants.

  My breathing has slowed down but became deeper. My heart is racing, pumping blood straight to my groin. I can’t believe how my body is reacting to the thought of popping this young woman’s cherry.

  She’s gnawing on her bottom lip, uncertainty on her face. I’m testing her. I’m wildly curious how a virgin would go about pleasuring a man from her limited knowledge of sex, if she’s indeed innocent.

  Her eyes travel down my body and stay at my middle. She’s getting an eyeful of a boner the size of the The Acropolis, all right.

  “Change your mind?” I tease her.

  Her answer is to put her hands on top of my legs. The simple touch shoots electric currents straight to my balls I actually wince. The little babe had better hurry. I’m seconds from hauling her over my lap and drilling her like a jackhammer, nut in her like I don’t give a damn.

  Her fingers trail down my lower legs, leaving fire it its wake. Then, to my utter surprise, she’s removing my Italian wingtips and my socks. I’m enthralled at the fantasy happening before my eyes—an innocent goddess kneeling before me in utter subservience.

  Her hands glide back up and land on my chest, spreading her fingers on my pecs. She can probably feel the heavy thudding of my heart.

  Her little fingers start undoing the tiny buttons of my dress shirt, slowly exposing my torso. I’m watching her face as she unveils my body to her eyes.

  Her hands finally land on my bare skin and I almost let out a groan. I inhale deeply as my skin reacts to her touch, generating heat all the way to the soles of my feet. I feel like I’m about to implode with the heat.

  What the hell…? This has never happened to me before, this level of stimulation, and she hasn’t even gotten to my cock yet.

  “Uhm…what do you want me to do next?” she asks me softly.

  “What do you think?”

  Biting her lower lip, her fingers drift down to my stomach, tracing my six-pack, her little nails lightly scoring my skin. Goosebumps erupt all over my body.

  Hot damn. How can a girl’s touch affect me like this? I’m thirty-eight years old and has had my fair share of carnal excesses. I’m no longer a slave of my libido. But my body is reacting like a teenager now about to have his first taste of pussy. Is my extra arousal caused by the fact that she’s a virgin?

  It’s not a fact yet.

  Hell, I’ll find out soon enough.

  Her hands land on my fly. Her eyes widen and meet mine when she feels my hard-on.

  I raise a brow at her. The little babe actually looks scared. Can’t blame her. My fly has risen like a fucking mountain, and I need her hands on my cock. “I’m waiting, sweetheart.”

  Nibbling on her lower lip, she unsnaps my pants, then works the zipper down. It rasps tantalizingly over my erection, and the sensation rippling in my shaft and balls cause me to grit my molars in delicious ache. Fuck, her tiniest movement is arousing me.

  She gasps again when she manages to open my fly. My cock lurches, pushing its thick head out of my briefs. I can see precum already leaking at the tip. Damn. This anticipation is going to make me blow all over her chest before I can even pop her cherry.

  Not good. I realize now that I want in that virgin pussy. I want to feel how tight it would be around my cock. How wet I can get her before I pop her cherry. If she’s indeed a virgin, I know I’d hurt her with this massive boner, but to be honest, I’m looking forward to that, hurting her with my cock, ripping through her virginity.

  Shit, I’m so hard now I have difficulty breathing. Call me perverse, but I’m loving the look of fear in her eyes.

  “Change your mind now?” I challenge her.

  “No.”

  “Well, go on. Take it out.”

  She practically gulps a breath and pulls my dick out of confinement.

  This time, I cannot help the groan that rips out of my throat. Her hands are hot around my shaft, barely able to cover it. I’m so thick and hard. I stare at her small hands holding me, inhaling deeply, curbing my urge to pump my hips and jack myself off in her grip.

  I clench my fists at my sides. No. Not yet. I suddenly find it imperative to slow down and enjoy this sweet little virgin’s first experience of cock. My cock. Jesus, the look she’s giving me. The wonder in her eyes as she stares at my dick, gripping it as it pulses in her palms.

  “Do you know how to handle that, baby doll?” I rasp, my breath getting short. I’m so fucking turned on I can hardly think straight.

  “Uhmmm…”

  With a nervous smile she begins jacking me off.

  Three beats later, I’m dripping onto her fingers. I’ve seen everything, practically had done everything, but this young woman’s little fingers stimulating me like a novice is a thousand times more arousing than the depravities I’ve done in the name of the flesh. This is so fucking kindergarten and yet…fuck…she’s going to make me cum like the apocalypse with that amateurish sorry excuse for a hand job.

  “Suck it,” I tell her. I want her to taste me. Taste how much I’m dying to fuck her right this minute.

  She looks into my eyes again and I see fear and excitement mingling in her dazed gaze. Then she bends her head and opens her mouth.

  At the last moment, I move, holding her face, stopping her lips from making contact with my dick.

  “Come here.” I pull her up and bodily haul her to straddle me.

  She’s sitting on my cock now, her pussy protected by only a scrap of lace.

  I frame her face with my palms. Her hair spills over me, shrouding me like a cocoon. Her fragrance surrounds me and I’m held captive by her sweet, clean scent.

  “Kiss me.”

  She hesitates for a bit, breathing against my lips. Her fresh breath fans my face. Intoxicating. Then she leans over and places her lips gently on mine.

  A novice’s kiss.

  My cock lurches under her and her hips make a little movement. It doesn’t escape me. She’s trying to rub herself on my length. She wants it.

  Fuck, why am I punishing myself? I should be fucking her already. But something is telling me to go slow with her.

  “Use your tongue.”

  “I haven’t…”

  I freeze and stare into her eyes. “Haven’t kissed before?”

  She looks embarrassed. “I can learn…”

  I growl in frustration. Sweet fuck! I have a raging boner poking her ass right this minute and she’s got virgin lips, too? Where was she hiding that she hasn’t even met a boy to kiss?

  As though she heard my thoughts, she tells me, “My mother was a whore. I didn’t want to be like her. Never have. Never will. I avoided men. I avoided sex.”

  That sh
ould kill my boner, but she only intensifies it with her blunt honesty. Never been kissed? Jesus!

  My hands tighten on her shoulders as my lust fights with my conscience. Then I push her away with my last ounce of decency. Funny I still have some left under the circumstances.

  But she pushes herself back at me, her eyes flashing with determination, her fingers gripping my shirt. “But I want to now. Just this once. With you. You can’t say no. Please, Ashton! I…I beg you. You must take me. Please!”

  So, she knows my name. Hearing my name on her lips adds to my frustration. Our association somehow becomes intimate and I don’t even get to fuck her. Not like this.

  “You need money,” I tell her flatly, fury boiling up inside me knowing my lust is going to be denied.

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “How much did they pay you?”

  “One hundred thousand dollars.”

  I sneer. “Expensive cherry.”

  “I need it for my college education. I’ve been accepted at Berkeley on a scholarship. I have no money to spend for my trip and my day to day subsistence until I can get a decent job on the side. I want to go to college. I need this money, Ashton.”

  I bodily hauled her off of me and drop her beside me on the sofa. I stand up, my cock aching with the need to come. Fuck fuck fuck!

  “Please, Ashton—“

  “Shut up!” I snarl at her.

  She cowers on the sofa like a scared rabbit, tears welling up in her eyes, desperation written all over her face, but she doesn’t give up. “I’ll do whatever you want… Anything at all! Please…!”

  “Get out of here.”

  “No! Mr. Bonatti will know you’re not pleased, and I won’t be able to get the remaining fifty thousand dollars. I’d need that to pay my pimp or he will hunt me down and take my money! I need this money!”

  Cussing, I cram my cock back into my pants and head for the walk-in closet. I open the safe and take out ten bundles of Benjamins and march right back into the bedroom.

  She’s still on the sofa, looking like a lost waif in that ridiculous nightgown. Looking like the most expensive whore.

  Her eyes beg me.

  I’ve been called many things but not a perverted SOB who would take advantage of down and out women. Especially a young woman barely 18 years of age. Jesus, this world is so fucked up. I’m going to kill Franco for putting me in this situation!

  I walk over to her and try to ignore her beauty. My cock is furious for being denied release, but this is beyond me.

  “Here.” I put the money on her lap.

  She stares at the stacks of cash, her eyes round like saucers. She looks back up at me in disbelief.

  “One hundred grand. Don’t worry, I’ll tell Franco you were the greatest fuck and you made me very happy. Now, get dressed and get lost.”

  I turn around and head back straight to the bathroom.

  HEART

  I stare at the money on my lap. Cold hard cash. The solution to my problems. Given to me. For free.

  Ashton gave me this money and didn’t take my virginity.

  My hands trace the crisp surface of a hundred dollar bill. They smell new. Fresh from the money press.

  My heart swells with joy and gratitude. I’m free to go. Ashton told me to get lost. This means I can return Mr. Bonatti’s money and still be able to pay Jigger, and then I’m free to go.

  I’m truly free!

  That man has a heart of gold. And in this moment, he got me. He has captured a huge part of me with his utter generosity. Not that he hasn’t captivated me with his looks. But that he would care for me? It’s something I never expected at all. He doesn’t even know me and yet he’d do this for me. Save me without asking for anything in return.

  Something in me changes. I’m transforming. Evolving.

  I should get dressed and gather my things and go. But I can’t. And I decide.

  God, I want that man. I want to give him the gift of my virginity. I just know, he’d treat me right. He’d respect my virginity. He’d cherish my body. I just know this with certainty in my heart.

  I want one night with him. And this time around, it’s for me.

  My body still hums from the feel of his hands on me. The feel of his hardness on my fingers. My body is alive, vibrating with a new energy, raw and demanding. I obey my need.

  I will not see him again after tonight. I want to have memories of this man who saved my future. My hero. Yes, in this moment, he restored my faith, that there are still men who can become knights in the most unexpected situations. I was at my lowest and he picked me up. Just like that. He didn’t take advantage of me.

  I want him. I want a man for the very first time and my entire being is desperate to feel him against me again.

  Holding the cash in my hand, I put them on a console table and walk toward the bed. I shed my night gown and remove my panties. I pull the duvet and lay on the bed.

  This time around, as I wait for him to come out of the bathroom, I wish this night would last longer.

  Chapter Five

  ASHTON

  CUSSING UNDER THE SHOWER, I refuse to jack off. It’s sick to feel lust for a young woman who was clearly unwilling to have sex. It’s not the same as role-playing. This is real. And I feel a strange empathy toward her. I can’t believe I gave away a hundred grand in a snap to a stranger. I can be very generous to people and causes I care about, but I’m not careless with money either. Whatever, I hope she’s gone.

  I manage to kill half of my hard-on after drenching my body for a good ten minutes under a cold shower. But I still feel edgy as fuck. I have a developing headache and I’d need some pills to kill it, not to mention the nagging ache in my balls.

  I wrap a towel in my middle and rub another on my wet hair. Maybe I’d go back to the casino and hunt for pussy. I refuse to call Franco and ask for one of his women. I’m still pissed at him.

  Where the hell did Franco find that girl? Poor little babe. I was an asshole for telling her to fuck off. I was angry and frustrated for wanting her like I’ve never wanted any other woman before even if I knew she was unwilling. I sigh harshly. I want her still. Fuck, I’m a sick bastard.

  I walk out of the bathroom and get another surprise.

  The babe hasn’t left the suite. She’s now lying on the bed. Naked.

  She slowly sits up. I stare. All the blood in my body seems to pool in my groin at once. Just like that, my arousal is back in high gear.

  Her tits are the most beautiful pair I’ve ever seen. Full and perky, topped with little cherry nipples. My eyes travel between her legs. The V there hint of a little tuft of pubic hair and bare luscious lips. I’m breathless with my need again.

  “Didn’t I tell you to leave?” I ask her, my voice soft. I can only hope that she’s staying because….?

  “I’m staying.”

  My heart bangs against my rib cage like a pounding gong. With every beat, my cock swells harder.

  “Why?”

  “Because…” She wets her lips with her pink tongue. I can almost feel it on my dick. “Because I want you to be my first.”

  Fuck. Me.

  “You don’t need to do that anymore. You have the money.”

  “Yes, and I’m very grateful, Ashton.”

  I smirk, even if I’m dying to dive onto the bed and take her like a caveman right this minute, I have my pride. “So, you want to give me a thank you fuck?”

  “No. I want to experience a man for the first time. A man of my choice. And I want it to be you.” Her eyes shine with a different light now as she utters the words. “I want you, Ashton. I’m choosing you to take my virginity.”

  My chest could have burst in relief. “Little girl, I’m so hard right now I won’t be able to give you a slow initiation.”

  “We have all night. I’m sure you can manage more than one round?” She smiles seductively, her eyes a little coy.

  I cough out a laugh. Can I manage? She’s in for a first time she won’t e
ver forget.

  She looks different from the young woman a while back. It’s her disposition. I can feel her total willingness now. She’s no longer under duress. She’s made a decision, and it sets me free from my guilt. I can take her now like I’ve been wanting to. Fuck, I can’t believe how I’m dying for it.

  I walk over to the edge of the bed. “Come here.”