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“You're so fucking tight,” I say, grasping for purchase on the headboard. I pull back, then thrust forward and fill her pussy again. Her burning, soft warmth encircles my painfully hard cock and sends a flash of light to my head.
“Fuck me, Pierce!” She screams. “Oh, God, Pierce!”
The headboard slams against the wall as I power into her. Her beautiful black hair falls around her face as she screams my name in violent throes.
“Pierce!”
The lamp on the bedside table falls over, and the light bulb shatters. I let loose a torrent of curse words. But it’s not enough to stop me — I am intent on possessing her, and taking her virginity. I slam my cock in and out of her pussy as if it is mine for the taking. I cannot stop fucking her. I am intoxicated by the way her entire body pulses as I rhythmically push and pull inside of her, feeling her fitful shudders of desire.
Suddenly, there is a flurry of knocking on the door outs
ide. It’s insistent, but not enough to distract me from the task at hand. Arie doesn’t even seem to hear it; she just wraps her legs around my waist as I shove inside of her again and again, grunting like a maniac.
The knocking becomes more furious, and now angry voices are shouting my name. It sounds like they might knock down the door, and I’m not about to give up this moment for anyone. I wrapped my arms around Arie’s waist and pick her up as I stand up from the bed. Then I walk her around to the other side of the bed, get down on my knees, and set her down on the floor on her back. She still doesn’t seem to be fully aware of what is going on outside the door, and I’m glad for that.
I lean down and kiss her slow and deep, sliding back inside of her, feeling her wetness.
“Fuck me, Pierce!” she cries out.
My vision becomes blurred by a lusty fog, and her ecstatic moans make it more difficult to hear whatever is going on outside of the door. I feel like it is only a matter of time before they bust inside, but so far, so good.
I probably should care that a group of men are shouting my name, and identifying themselves as the police. But I don’t.
Being inside of Arie feels too amazing; I grit my teeth together and close my eyes, hoping to shut out the world. I don’t want to be interrupted, don’t want this moment with her to end. She hugs around my neck, and I feel like I am stretching her to her breaking point. I can feel the tight clenching of her pussy warning me she is about to come, and come hard, so I shove myself balls deep into her warmth, and I feel a familiar fluttering in my sensitive cock.
“Mr. Cochran! We are coming in! This is your last chance to open the door of your own free will!” The voice on the other side of the door is pissed, at the end of its rope. But I’m also at the end of mine and nothing is going to stop me right now.
I lower my face to Arie’s, and I see she is totally lost in her own world, too far gone in a haze of pleasure.
“Oh God, Pierce,” she cries as she comes. “Come inside me. Please — fill me up — ”
“Shit,” I groan. “That's it, baby. Come for me.”
The door flies open as she rides my cock to the end. I can’t do anything but let loose a long, guttural howl as I release inside of her. We both explode in ecstasy, just as a pair of handcuffs slam closed around my wrists from behind.
Part One
Pierce
New York City, 2014
“I’m tired of your shit, Pierce. This isn’t just about your drinking, or the cars you keep destroying, or the fact you can’t seem to control your temper. You treat Arie like garbage! Not to mention that now you’ve exposed our company to a huge amount of risk because you decided to pick a fight with the wrong people.”
I’m sitting in my dad’s office in Lower Manhattan, overlooking Washington Square Park, and trying to look as if I’m paying attention. He’s rattling off something about “joint and several liability” and “stocks dropping,” and I’m just watching the traffic go by outside. My head is killing me — probably because of the concussion I was diagnosed with by the EMT after I was booked the night of my party. It turns out that the one of the guys I started the barfight with was the son of a senator from Montana, and they aren’t just pressing charges for assault — they’re threatening to sue. I spent the night in jail, and haven’t heard from Arie since. I suspect she’s more than a little pissed that a bunch of cops saw her naked on a hotel room floor, panting like crazy after I took her virginity.
I can’t say I blame her.
I’m still staring out the window, when Dad says something that draws my attention back in a hurry.
“We’ve caught a break, however. Senator Doherty has made us an offer. If you get your shit together and join your brother Logan in the Navy, they’ll do us a favor and drop the charges. And they won’t sue.”
My head spins around so fast, I get dizzy, and my temples begin to throb even worse. “Whoa. What the fuck did you say? If I do what?”
“You heard me. You’re going to get over this damn concussion, you’re going to get your affairs in order, and then you’re going to enlist in the Navy. I’ve already spoken to a friend who runs the BUD/S program in Coronado, and he’ll be expecting you for the start of their next six-month training. They’re rushing you through enlistment so we can get this nonsense off our plate before we announce our IPO. And let me make this crystal clear, Pierce John Cochran. I don’t care how miserable you are, or how much pain you might be in. You will finish the program.”
I know my mouth is hanging open like an idiot. I can’t seem to form any sort of coherent sentences. Cochran Securities Ltd has been in our family for three generations, and now my father, James Cochran, is taking the company public for investors. It’s all he’s been worried about lately: keeping our image squeaky clean so we can avoid any scandals before the announcement. My getting into a bar fight with a senator’s son? That definitely doesn’t fit into his plan. But forcing me to enlist in the Navy? Hell, nah.
“This is fucking insane, Dad. No way. I just graduated college. I’m supposed to work here, with you. And what about Arie? You’re telling me to just leave her?” I can feel the bile rising in my throat. Logan has always been the boy scout, the good kid. He always wanted to be in the military. But me? I’m not cut out to serve and protect… anyone. But dear old Dad holds up his hand, cutting off my rant.
