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Chapter Four
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Willa
"Don't take this from me." There's a sense of desperation in Peirce's voice that hurts something inside of me. I did this to him. I made him hurt like this. And all over a stupid miscommunication.
"I've never felt this way and I don't want to lose it. Don't take this from me, please." He begs me in between kisses. At some point, I've taken over the kissing and I'm the one offering him kisses. "Don't leave me."
I'm taken back to the first time we ever made love. He said something very similar that night.
His penthouse is bigger than my mom and dad's house and they needed room to raise five of us. I don't want to seem impressed by all of this but...yeah, I am. The private planes, the fancy restaurants, the attention, it all works. The attention is really the thing that does it for me. It's not that I don't get a lot of attention from men. I'm used to that. I'm a model for a reason, I aware of what my body looks like and I realize I have a nice smile and a sunny personality but....that's just window dressing, as my mom would say.
Down deep I'm harboring a secret that I keep even from my family - I hate modeling. I hate the pressure, the constant hustle, the cattiness that seems to be wrapped around every single person in this business...the men who think that modeling means my legs are permanently spread wide for just anyone. I do this because it makes money, money I can sock a way to go to school with. I don't want to be a burden on my mom and dad, they do so much for all of us but there are five of us running around.
I want to go to design school and be a clothing designer. So I guess the second reason I do this is because of the contacts I can make. Either way, I never thought I would be this...successful at it. I'm not rolling in the money by any means but I'm one of the up-and-coming faces that people follow. And then there's Peirce. He comes from money, makes a million before he rolls over in the morning and doesn't seem to give one shit about the outside appearances. He's a Third for crying out loud.
"Drink?" he turns to look at me with those cool green eyes that reach out and grab me. He's holding a bottle of Amaretto. I drank some at dinner the first time he took me out and liked it pretty well. The little things like this, they’re the reason he turns my head. It's not the first time he's remembered a small detail about what I like or how I prefer things. It's one of the ways he shows me I am truly seen. I give him a small nod and take the glass from him when he offers it to me. I'm not really old enough to drink in the United States but I'm close enough.
I take a sip and set it on the glass table in front of the couch I'm sitting on. He joins me seconds later and there is a long pause between the two of us. It's not uncomfortable or awkward at all which is unusual. Normally silence would scare me - what is that person thinking about? Have I done something wrong to offend them? Are they expecting something out of me? With him it’s not like that at all.
He lays his hand along the back of the couch so he can play with the strands of hair falling down from the bun I've pushed it up in. We've spent the day on his boat with him showing me places and things that he thinks I will like. We saw dolphins playing in the waves and walked along the beach on an uninhabited island looking for shells and shark teeth. It was a perfect day really. It made me miss home and my sisters more than a little bit, a feeling that I told Peirce about more than once during the day.
"We should go to your island. You can show me all the places you love and introduce me to your sisters." His words shock me. We've not really talked about 'us', whether we are together or just doing a casual thing. Meeting my sisters would not be a causal step in a relationship. We are loud and when we get together, we can be...too much for anyone. "I would love to see where you spent your childhood."
Is that a causal dating thing? It doesn't feel like it. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. Our first kiss was on the beaches of Bali and so far he hasn't pushed for anything other than kisses and some light touching I'm comfortable with. Would I be comfortable with more? Probably. I hate to think about it but I might be falling in love with this man.
"My family is...not for everyone." I try to warn him.
"Nonsense." He seems upset about me even thinking something like that. "They made you, made you who you are, they must be wonderful people."
I grin at him. I think they are pretty wonderful. "They are." I come to my knees to push at him playfully. He takes my hand and pulls me off balance enough that I end up laying across his lap and he's kissing the fuck out of me. When he kisses me I forget why I have reservations about this. I forget about everything...except how I feel about Peirce.
His hands come up to cup my tit over the top of my tank and remind me I don't have a lot on. My nipples harden immediately and an ache forms between my legs. Before I know what I'm doing I'm straddling him and rubbing against him with my shorts-clad pussy. He moans in my mouth and makes me feel fucking powerful as fuck - like I have all the control in this, even if I don't have a clue what the fuck I'm doing.
I run my hands down his chest and up under his shirt. I thought he was hot in a suit but Peirce in a t-shirt is hot as fuck. His hands go to the bottom of my tank too and both of us have the same thought as we take the shirts off of one another. The moment my breasts rub against his chest, tickled by the hair there, I gasp through the sensation. It makes the ache worse than ever. This is all new for me. I've never been topless in front of a man before. I've never been turned on by someone as badly as I am with Peirce. He's seduced my mind and I can't seem to stop this craving for him. I pull back for just a second to try to gather myself to make sure I'm not fucking up.
"We'll go as fast or slow as you need us to, angel."
His words signal the end for me. I stop trying to fight this and go all in. I hold nothing back from him, pouring my want into my kiss and urging him forward.
The next couple of minutes seems like a dream as he carries me to the bed and lays me out on it. His mouth falls to my bare pussy and makes a meal for himself. It's like nothing I have ever experienced before. It's like a roller coaster, there's this build-up of anticipation and swoops and peaks until finally the big finale that leaves you breathless and your stomach floaty, and you just want to do it again.
I start to freak out a little bit the closer he pushes me to the big release. It feels like it is all too much. He pulls back just a little and looks up at me with pleading eyes. "Don't take this away from me, Angel. Don't let me have a taste of home and take it away from me."
His words have my hands going slack and me allowing him to return to his mission. I cum hard. Embarrassingly so but he doesn't make it feel embarrassing as he rears up and starts to pull his zipper down. "You taste so fucking good, angel. I just want to lay it on you. We don't have to do anything. I just want to feel you."
His cock falls out, big and thick against my aching flesh and pulls a moan out of me. I arch my back already knowing I'm not going to let him put his cock away without experiencing it inside of me. He echoes my moan when I shift my hips causing my pussy to slide over his shaft.
"Oh sweet fuck! You feel...like fucking heaven! It doesn't seem possible. I don't know how you feel so good."
I giggle as I keep working my hips so that his cock keeps sliding along the furrow of my pussy. But my giggle stops when his cock notches against my opening and he pushes in just a bit. It takes my breath. I've never...experienced anything like this in my life. The feeling of being spread open wide is both scary and so satisfying. How did I not know about this before? Oh yeah, I can only have this with Peirce. No other man will ever do for me. I am completely his and he's not even taken my cherry yet.
"Fuck me, you are so damn tight, Willa."
Huh-oh.
"Are you a virgin?"
