Lexie's First Time - A Prequel to Borrowed Billionaire and Billionaire Novelist (Erotic Romance) (5 page)

My hands roamed around, helping at times with the shaft in my mouth, then stroking his muscular legs and reaching between his legs to fondle that other mysterious area, the balls. He groaned with pleasure when I touched them, so I kept doing the things that made his cock feel harder in my mouth.

With a gasp, he pushed me away.

“Was I biting?”

He pulled me to my feet. “No. Why? Do you bite sometimes?”

I gave him a flirty, bluffing look. “I could.”

He chuckled and flashed me that superhero grin. “Not today. I like things soft and gentle, like this. Just nice, normal stuff, you know?”

“No kink?”

“I don't think I'd like that stuff,” he said. “What about you?”

“I'm eighteen.”

“You certainly are.”

He pulled me into him and kissed my mouth and neck while he slid his hand between my legs. With careful fingertips, he parted my swollen lips and massaged the slippery moisture from my slit forward to my nub, which practically jumped into his hand when he touched me there.

I whimpered and sighed into his lips, which made him groan with matching pleasure and finger me a little harder.

He progressed from rubbing my clit and swollen lips to gentle penetration, pushing one fingertip inside my opening. I gasped, and he took this as a sign to thrust into me with his thick finger, his palm contacting with my pussy as he pulsed the finger inside me.

I practically cried, it felt so good to have this beautiful, golden man touching me.

After a moment, he pulled his hand away, and I opened my eyes, surprised this was actually happening, and not just my daydream.

He turned off the water, then gave me the quickest of rub-downs with a fresh towel, and led me out to the bed. We tumbled onto the bed together, kissing while giggling (me) and groaning (him).

After some fumbling, we ended up with me lying on top of him, my legs spread wide around him. I felt something at my opening, and I instinctively pushed down against it.

Oh-so-eloquently, I said, “Oh!”

As he entered me, his face took on the most amazing expression, almost serene.

I gasped a second time, and pushed myself down further on him. He was piercing me, filling me, and it felt so shocking to have something big where nothing was, nothing had been, for my whole life. The thick head of his cock moved past the reach of the longest fingers, and I thought it couldn't go further in, but it did. My body tensed and then relaxed, the flesh of my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Cautiously, I started to shift my whole body, up and down, so that I was riding him, his cock moving rhythmically in and out.

His hands were everywhere, but mostly on my ass and hips, encouraging the movement. It didn't feel at all like I'd imagined, all those times I'd humped pillows and other things, but as soon as I stopped thinking, stopped worrying, a tingling sensation enveloped the whole area. He grunted and started to move underneath me, distractingly.

“Hold still,” I grunted. “Just for a minute.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

I got myself lined up and started rocking, our pelvises gliding back and forth on steaming, sweaty skin.

The orgasm started inside me, at the tip of his cock, and flashed out like an explosion. I cried out a bunch of sounds, some of them possibly words, as I came.

The bliss rolled through me as I curled, inhaling and exhaling the fire of pleasure.

No sooner had I floated back from heaven than he rolled us over, and then we really started to fuck.

His face serious, he bucked his hips against mine, that thick cock of his banging into me mercilessly until I shook with a second orgasm, helpless as a tiny boat at sea in a storm.

His rhythm changed, and I felt him grow even stiffer inside me, like granite.

He's going to come
, I realized.

I bit my lower lip.
Why was I such an idiot?
Why hadn't I said anything sooner?

He grunted and thrust in hard.

I blurted out, “I'm not on the pill!”

He pulled back suddenly, a look of anguish on his face.

Now what? He looked as confused as I felt.

My hand was between us, and in my confused state, I grabbed his cock. I may have just been checking that it wasn't still inside me, but Smith groaned and pushed that granite cock into my hand, everything still slick with our juices.

I pulled on his shaft, like I was milking it, and he held very still, hovering over me with his whole body tense. I kept stroking, not sure if I was doing that part right. I must have been, because he grunted and thrust against my hand as he spurted out all over my stomach.

His cock was throbbing in my hand, and I just kept stroking as more spurted out on me, like warm rain.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” he said, his face pulling back into a whole-face grin. “Well, that was interesting.”

I pinched my face in apology. “Sorry I didn't tell you about the pill thing earlier.”

He sighed and rested down on top of my body, sandwiching his fluid between us, which seemed more intimate than anything in that moment.

He stroked my cheek with one hand, then kissed me tenderly.

“Don't apologize,” he said. “Never apologize. It was my fault for not asking. Remember that. In a relationship, if anything goes wrong, it's the man's fault.”

Relationship?
I ran my fingers through his chin-length blond hair, which was getting puffy now without the elastic band.

I gazed up at those blue eyes, as calm as an Ohio lake in the summer. “I can't tell if you're joking or telling me the truth.”

“I never lie,” he said. “Except in my stories, of course. But even then, I'm not lying as much as you'd think.”

I squirmed underneath him, adjusting my neck, and that movement broke the spell.

He blinked, as though waking up from a trance. “I've got to get you cleaned up and on your way,” he said.

I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, and sleep in his bed, and wake up the next morning and make love, then help him type his novel.

But I had to go.

When I got back to Carridee's house, she was pacing, and when she stopped pacing, the interrogation began.

I admitted nothing, but she was a smart lady, and she'd found out there was only one person staying at the cabin. Smith hadn't exactly lied to her, but he had omitted details.

“I am not a madam,” Carridee said, her eyes narrowed with anger. “And you are not a junior prostitute, young lady. You're going out on the bus tomorrow, back home to your mother.”

“I'm eighteen! You can't tell me what to do!”

“You may be an adult, but I'm your employer, and you're fired.”

I had nothing else to argue with, so I stomped off to the room I was sharing with her oldest daughters, and I stayed there until dinnertime.

I ventured out for some food, and Carridee acted as though nothing had happened. “Kids, say goodbye to your Auntie Lexie! She's going back home tomorrow morning. Let her know how much fun you've had with her here.”

Callum, the only boy, gave me a hug. “Promise you'll come back someday.”

“I don't know if cleaning cabins is my thing,” I said, staring at Carridee.

She'd softened since our confrontation in the afternoon. “It really has been a pleasure to have you here,” she said. “I have a bit to learn with my business, and I guess I need to be less naïve, but you really have done a great job for us.”

“Thanks,” I said, and then I dug into my food.

The food wasn't even that great, but I wolfed it down like the boy, Callum, did—like I had a “hollow leg.”

I guess sex makes you hungry
, I thought as a smile curled my lips.

I did return home on the bus the next morning, and in retrospect, I thank my stars did. I was only eighteen, and completely unprepared for a relationship with an older man like Smith.

I would go to college in the fall and have boyfriends. I would fall in love and have my heart broken countless ways. At times I would be jaded about love, keeping people at a distance, and other times, I'd allow them in too close, where they could hurt me.

Through my life, I've had all these wonderful memories of intimate experiences with other people. Sure, many of these experiences were about sex, but not all. Some of these memories were with friends, like the time I got a phone call in the middle of the night from Laura.

We hadn't spoken much in the eight years since high school, though we'd stayed in touch through email and such. She'd been dumped at the altar by Lars, and she was heartbroken. I could have told her about that night on the merry-go-round, and how she deserved better than a player like him, but that wasn't what she needed to hear. So, I listened as she cried and ranted and sobbed and swore, and then when she asked if she should go on her honeymoon alone, I told her she should.

After that phone call, the memory became another charm on the precious bracelet of life—something beautiful that made me who I am.

I regretted not being able to say goodbye to Smith. He went on to become Mr. Big Shot Billionaire Novelist, and there was no way I was going to stand in line at a book signing to see him. The Smith in my memory was the perfect version of him, anyway. For a few days, I worried I might be growing a little Smith inside me, but a week after losing my virginity, I got The Greatest Period Ever. Ladies, if you've been there, you know what I mean.

I'm glad I had two first times (or three, if you count other things), because each one was special in its own way—as special and unique as the people I experienced them with. Even Lars. Who was pretty amazing with his tongue. I still think about that night on the merry-go-round, in the summer rain, and the memory gives me a Mona Lisa smile.

For more of this story's heroine, Lexie Ross, check out the 5-part series with Luthor Thorne,
Borrowed Billionaire
.

For more of Smith Wittingham, check out the
Billionaire Novelist
series, where Smith tangles with a sexy redhead.