Passion.

Chapter Three

"I'll show you up to your room." David says.
"I could sleep on the couch, I don't need a room." I insist. "No, you have a room. Come on." He leads me upstairs and into a beautiful room. It's spacious and filled with beautiful paint, lighting and furniture. I could spend forever in here. "Thank you for this, and for everything. You've been very nice to me. I don't really understand why, but I appreciate it." I say. "Because I'm so undeniably attracted to everything about you. It's odd, really. I don't usually date." He says, suddenly. "Why don't you date?" I ask. "Because I have a certain structure about my life, and dating isn't part of that." Even though his words are a bit confusing, I still seem to understand them. Dating hasn't been part of my life in a while, why would I expect them to be apart of his? I guess it's because he's so attractive I just assumed plenty of girls would be throwing themselves at him. I'm sure they still do, he just rejects the opportunity. Which in a way, makes me happy. "But you make me want to do things I've never done before." He says, with a switch of tone. His eyes have become admiring and he keeps swiping his tongue against his lips, making me also want to do things I've never done. This feels right. I swiftly go over to him and press my lips against his, hard. His scent is intoxicating, a mixture of cologne and nature. He steps in and slams the door behind him. He doesn't bother asking if I'm okay with this, because we both know how much I need him. Maybe this is just a last minute distraction, or maybe this is something more, either way, I don't care. He lays me on the bed and begins to unclothe me. He takes every piece of clothing off and I feel so- naked. I mean that's what I am, but I'm vulnerable and it's something I haven't physically been, with anyone. He sees concern come over my face and stops what he's doing. "What's wrong?" "I don't- I don't like this. I feel so, ugly." I admit. "Babygirl, you're not ugly. Your way far from ugly. Your body's fucking stunning, don't you ever doubt the things you can do to a man. I'm proof." I look down and see his erection, large and wanting. He puts his head between my thighs and takes my underwear off with his teeth. He puts his tongue inside of me and I moan. This is new. I put my hand through his hair and when he hits a pleasing spot I pull. He's doing things to me I never knew about. In a few seconds, I'm dripping wet. He takes his tongue out of me and lifts himself up, ripping his shirt off. Woah. I didn't expect his body to be that perfect. His arms are muscular and his V-line is strong as he rips his pants off and reveals the true size of himself to me. "Oh god." I say, when he takes off his boxers. He smirks at my remark. He puts his body over mine and gets a handle of himself, sticking it inside of me. I'm quaking as soon as he thrusts into me. It's a new feeling. There's a harsh pinch through my thighs and a painful squeeze , as he tears through my virginity. But after a few more thrusts, it begins to feel good. He's big, and a lot to handle inside of me, but it feels so good as he becomes a powerhouse and pounds into me. I run my nails down his back and grip his shoulders for stability. "How does it feel? Do you want me to stop?" He asks, considerate. "No. Don't stop." I beg. I wonder if this is as good for him as it is for me, but my question is answered when I see his lips parted and his eyes centered on my breasts, taking it all in happily. He looks into my eyes and I bite my lip to quiet my moans. "Let go." He begs. "I'm" I can't get my words out. He begins to go faster and the bed begins to rock. He grasps the headboard and my whole body begins to shake. I'm sweating, and my thighs are burning as I'm about to come undone. "Come for me, Claire. Come." He orders. My pussy is pulsing and his cock continuously moving deeper inside of me, in and out, brings me to a bliss. I feel myself spill onto him as he pushes into me once more and moans the word "Fuck" Into my ear. He falls back, onto the side next to me and I am speechless. That was- mind blowing. I put my head under his arm and rest my hand on his bare and strong chest as he says "Did I fuck you as you imagined?" He asks, knowingly. "Better." I respond. "I want you to do it again." I plead, practically begging. "I have many things planned for you Claire. But I want you to remember this as just one moment." I would go on, but I'm tired out. "Okay, sexy." He smiles and kisses me on the forehead, a sweet and memorable gesture.
I wake up alone. I hear the shower water running and realize David's cleaning himself up. I need to do the same, I have moist liquid all over me and I'm sticky- everywhere. Which I don't mind, it sort of feels good- nasty and refreshing. I decide to join him, a steaming hot shower with David Smith sounds like just the thing I need. I make my way into the bathroom and open the shower curtain. "Oh" David smiles, taking in my body. It's pleasant knowing how much he adores it. I step in and he grabs a handful of my ass, pulling me closer towards him. He grabs a rag and begins to wash my back. He drips the soap and water mixture all over my body, slowly and chillingly. He turns me around, and outlines my breasts with the fabric, making my nipples hard and more sensitive. He makes his way down and when he gets to my sweet spot he drops the rag and uses his wet fingers instead. He traces the shape and my stomach starts flinching while my eyes flutter shut. "Stop. Teasing." I moan. "Make me." He says. I know what I want to do. I take his hands off of me and turn around, dropping to my knees. His eyes widen with excitement and I know I'm about to captivate him. I take his length with my palm and begin to pump, slowly and teasingly. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, making me look at him. "Don't tease me." I shrug my shoulders and laugh, continuing the motion. I lick the tip of it and put all of him inside of my mouth. At first I go slow, letting the saliva of my mouth drip. But when I see him bite his lip out of impatience, I increase the rapidness. I move my head back and forth, as I swirl my tongue around him. "Fuck, Claire. I'm gonna come." He does just that and I feel the warm liquid go down my throat, salty and tasting better than I had imagined. I lift my body up from the shower floor and he smiles. He pushes me against the tiled wall and begins to kiss my neck, leaving a mark. He kisses me down to my breasts and puts the sensitive area into his mouth, sucking it tenderly. I become wet from his mouth alone and am satisfied with the intimacy of just that. We shut the water off and get out, wrapping ourselves in towels. "I still have shampoo in my hair. You didn't give me time to rinse off." He laughs. "So go back in." I suggest. He gets back in and I leave the bathroom. When I get out, I see his father walking in. I'm alarmed and jump at the sight. I notice his fine appearance and try to hush away the dirty thoughts. I see him see me and I go on to say, "Oh I'm sorry Mr.Smith. I didn't think anyone was home." His suit is so perfectly fitted to his body, it's making me feel things I don't want to feel. I press my thighs together to control my self. "It's fine, really." He says, charmingly. He walks closer to me and I begin to heat up. There's an undeniable tension between us. The distance is growing further away as he steps closer to my nearly naked self. I clear my throat. "Sir, I could leave." I say. He pins me against the wall, putting each arm above my head and enclosing the little space between us. "Call me Sir again." He says, his voice much deeper. "Sir." I say, biting my lip. He rips the towel off of me and groans, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. I know I shouldn't want this, but I do, badly. He crashes his lips onto mine and our tongues intertwine. This is so, so, hot. I don't hear the shower shut off because I'm so infatuated. David steps out in a towel and Roan drops me back down to my feet. I stumble upon my words and all I could get out is "I- David, um." David tightens the towel against his body and comes over. He begins to kiss my neck and I'm, shocked. He's... okay with this? Yes, he's indeed okay with this. Oh my god, have they done this before? It's not hard to get that out of my head though, because Roan kneels down in front of me and begins to kiss my leg. His kisses are- different from David's. They're passionate and lustful. He puts his face between my legs and licks my inner thigh. David works the top of my body, with dragging his hands up and down my arm, giving me chills and rubbing my boobs. I have two of the hottest men in the world pleasing me, I couldn't possibly ask for anything more, but I never expected this. Roan picks me up and throws me onto the bed, sitting me up. My legs are on the floor and he spreads them open. David comes behind me and massages my shoulders while kissing my neck. Roan puts his tongue inside of me and the thrill of having two men on me tingles my every nerve. "David, get out." Roan demands. "No." David says, and I don't mind it. Roan undresses and takes me onto him. He's much more muscular than David. He throws me onto the wall, and holds me up, motioning his large cock into me. I moan and he says "I'm gonna fuck you till you scream." Within seconds, I'm screaming his name. He drops me back onto the bed and David gets a vibrator and puts it to my area. It vibrates against my clit and I pressure my leg onto his head. Roan gets next to me and runs his hands all over my body. His hardness rubs against my breast and his pleasure causes mine to be so much greater. Roan comes into my mouth and slowly motions himself in and out. I'm enjoying this way more than I should. He releases himself onto my bare chest and I like the feeling. I reach the greatest state of pleasure and my whole body is fired up, shaking and nearly screaming out of orgasm. We all reach our climax and I fall back onto the bed. "Holy shit." I say, out of breath. Roan kisses my lips and gets up. He gets dressed back into his suit and leaves the room. I wonder why and ask David why he left so soon. "He doesn't do the romantic things." He says. "Oh." I respond. "I have to get going, breakfast will be ready soon, but I have to get to work. You have the house to yourself, and Abby will come by with a contract explaining what just happened. This was fucking amazing." And just like that, he leaves too. This night and morning was more than pleasurable but
What. The. Fuck.