MC ROMANCE: Road to his Heart (Motorcycle Romance Mafia Crime Gang Romance) (Suspense Motorcycle Rich Boss Crime Short Stories) (8 page)

“Let my fingers in,” he said.

I sighed at his words, which he said slow and seductively between kissing my neck.

“How?” I asked.

“Move your foot over and spread your thighs, just a little,” he said.

I did as he ordered me too, because he was this powerful older man, and I was an inexperienced virgin. I wanted this. I wanted him to tell me what to do and how to do it. “You smell delicious,” he said. “I can’t stop inhaling you.”

I moaned again as he plunged his finger into the hem of my skirt and into my panties. His long fingers parted my slit and fondled my clitoris. I yelled. I was not expecting that pleasant sensation and it caught me off guard. I was flooded with raging hormones as the lustful horny side of me took over. I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to finally be fucked. I had waited so long and had been a good girl long enough. I was done. I wanted this older man to show me what fucking was like. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand further into my skirt. “Put your fingers inside my pussy,” I said.

He moaned at my words and pushed his fingers inside me. I tilted my head back on his chest and closed my eyes indulging in the pleasure he was giving me. He was a complete stranger and I was letting him touch me. We were in a public place and could get caught any second if Samantha decided to come to the boutique after all. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted him so badly. He pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to his mouth. Then he licked them and moaned. He was a dirty man. He turned me around briskly to face him. He pulled off his under shirt. His muscles were strong and the soft curls covered his chest and went down his stomach into his boxers, which he removed next. I gasped at his hard cock standing straight up. It was very large. I wrapped my small hand around it. He smiled at me and then pulled my sweater over my head. He unstrapped my bra with skill and ease. I was now topless and my breasts were free. He moaned as he cupped them in his hands and let his thumbs run across my erect nipples. I was shaking with fear and excitement. This was it. I was going to become a woman. He smiled again at me and knelt down in front of me kissing my breasts and belly along the way. His hands went up my skirt and pulled my panties off, and then my skirt came off next. Now I stood before him naked in nothing but my high heels, which he left on. He picked me up easily like I was light as a feather and sat me down on the ottoman.

“Put your hands on top of your knees,” he said.

I did what he said feeling confused by this.

“Now push your knees apart as far as they will go and leave your hands on top of them,” he whispered. His voice was thick with a lusty British accent. I pushed my knees apart opening my thighs wide to him.

“Oh fuck Alice, you’re beautiful,” he said as he pushed his face into my pussy and began to lick and suck on me. His tongue moved skillfully over every inch of it and then in and out of me. Finally it slowly moved up to my clitoris where he applied pressure off and on until I was squirming. “Oh shit. I think I am going to cum!” I yelled out.

“Yes, come for me. Cum in my mouth,” he whispered between licks.

Then I did. I came with a primal scream that frightened even myself. I sunk down the ottoman and he had to catch me from falling all the way to the floor.

“You’re not going anywhere. I am not done with you,” he said playfully as he picked me up again. He laid me across the ottoman and placed his weight on top of me. His body was warm and smelled hotly of his manhood and sweat. I swallowed down the pheromones he was producing with a big inhale. He kissed my mouth roughly and then kissed down my neck. He continued until his mouth was over my nipple flicking it with his tongue and then making circles around it. He suckled on them and then moved back up to my mouth. He grabbed his manhood with one hand while bracing his weight on his hand near my ear with the other. Then he pushed his hard cock in my pussy just a little then he put his hand down on the other side of my head. Then he pushed in fast and hard. I felt the tension of my virginity give way. Then it was very pleasant. He looked at me and paused, and then he kept going. He moved his hips back and forth fast in a swinging motion using mostly his pelvis. It felt so fucking good I could barely handle it. I didn’t expect it to feel this good to have a man inside me. It was beyond any words. He continued like this for some time and I felt like I would pass out from not breathing because I was gasping with excitement. Then he propped himself up just a little and pushed my thigh open and watched his cock go in and out of me. I propped myself up and watched too. It was hot and erotic to watch. Fuck it was hot. Then I felt that sensation again. Watching his cock move in and out of my pussy was making me on the brink of climax. I pulsated with tiny sensations as my body released into orgasm yet again. I grabbed onto my breasts and clutched them. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked breathlessly. Then in a few moments he was climaxing as his mouth made a perfect ‘o’ as he moaned over me. I loved watching his face. It was hot as fuck.

Half an hour later he had left the shop. I went back in and was shocked at what I found, though I should have known. On the white leather ottoman was a bit of blood! It was from losing my virginity, of course. I ran to the cleaning supplies. I didn’t know what to get. I wiped away at the white leather for almost an hour, finally it all came off, and I was so relieved. I exhaled. Then I wondered, had Damian Rake seen the stain? He didn’t say anything about it if he did. The scoundrel, he was probably used to taking virgins all day and night. It was nothing to him. It was everything to me.

“How did it go?” Samantha asked when I returned to the London townhouse.

“Fine. He was very kind and he loved all of your work. No complaints at all. I was wondering if she had done this sort of thing with him before. I didn’t plan on telling her, but I knew I would be able to tell in her voice. Or she would just outright tell me. She on the other hand only seemed to be half listening to me. I was extremely paranoid about being found out. However it all seemed to be fine. I felt completely guilty. She went straight into the kitchen and made some coffee.

“Mr. Rake called me after his visit,” she said. I froze in my tracks. Here it is. It’s about to happen. She knows. I am fired and I’ve ruined my friend.

“He had really good things to say and he made another appointment. He requested you.”

What? I thought to myself but I kept silent. What game was he playing here?

“But not for him, it’s for his business partner. Mr. Poleman.”

“Oh, is that so?” I said confused by this. Was Mr. Rake truly recommending the shop or was he expecting me to service his business partner as well. I broke a cold sweat. What had I gotten myself into?

“Is that a good idea? I am still new and you should probably take care of the new clients. Don’t you think? Important that they meet you, not me.” I tried to sound convincing.

“That is true,” she said.

I sighed with relief, crises averted I thought. Then she said, “But I won’t be able to go in tomorrow. I will be tied up all day with the designers at the warehouse. Besides Mr. Rake is not the type of man you say no to. Do you know that he and his partner are real estate billionaires? Rake and Poleman Real Estate owns half of London. If I say no, or don’t give them the salesperson they prefer, they will simply go elsewhere with their business. Therefore, darling Alice, you really don’t have a choice.”

I knew he was a rich man, but a billionaire? My mouth dropped open. Surely there were other options for him and his friend to play with. What could a real estate tycoon want him me? “Billionaires?” I asked her.

Samantha laughed, “Yes, it’s London. There are over a hundred billionaires here. I am lucky to have their business and I don’t want to lose it. “Why is he asking for you though, did something unusual happen?” she asked.

“No, nothing unusual. He was had his phone up to his ear pretty much the entire time. Perhaps he likes that I was not chatty and he could do business at the same time?” I said trying to cover up my guilt.

“Well, it’s probably because you’re gorgeous and American. London men like him like to have gorgeous American women at their beck and call with all aspects of their daily lives. No doubt his secretary could probably be a model, and his cleaning lady is probably some exotic looking young woman. Never the less, we’ll give them what they want. So look your best tomorrow please for me.”

“Yes of course, no problem,” I said feeling defeated. Maybe today was just a fluke incident anyway. This was my job after all and I had to do what was right for the business. I took a hot shower and went to bed. The whole time I thought about Mr. Rake and seeing his cock inside me.

The next day I was completely nervous. I made sure to wear a pantsuit this time. I didn’t want to give the wrong idea to Mr. Poleman. I still looked presentable as Samantha requested. I curled my hair and wore extra mascara. I looked great, I thought. Very professional and pretty but not too sexy, it was just the right balance.

As soon as I walked into the fitting room I could see myself standing there in panties and heels. I looked at the ottoman and could see myself sitting with my legs spread open and him licking me. It was too much and I was starting to get aroused. I went back to work. I took out the measuring tape, samples of fabric, and a notebook to take Mr. Poleman’s information. About an hour later the door buzzer rang. I straightened myself and breathed in deep. I could do this. I opened the door and saw Mr. Rake standing there.

“Hello, Alice,” he said as he brushed past me. Then behind him was another gorgeous tall man. This must be Mr. Poleman. He was almost as tall as Mr. Rake but not quite. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect body and he was about the same age as Mr. Rake. These men had to be at least forty-five to be billionaires, I thought to myself. I was just a small young girl that gave my virginity to an older powerful man and now there was suddenly another older man in my life. He smiled at me and I immediately felt weak.

“Allow me to introduce you to my business partner Mr. Poleman.”

“Hello, nice to meet you.”

“Alice, I’ve heard so much about you, he grinned.”

I turned to Mr. Rake how dare he! The way Mr. Poleman was looking at me it was obvious he had told him every intimate detail. I was so angry and embarrassed.

“Right this way Mr. Poleman.”

I went into the fitting room. They both followed me.

“I can just take a few measurements I can place the order immediately.”

“Anything you say Alice,” Mr. Poleman said with a smirk.

Mr. Rake poured himself a drink. Then sat on the ottoman watching us.

The entire time Mr. Poleman was looking at me. Enjoying himself smirking and making little noises like we were making love while I took all the necessary measurements from the top of his body. Then I had to measure the seams of his pants. As I went down in front of him I glanced over at Mr. Rake. He was smiling in a way that was too obvious. I was embarrassed. I placed the measuring tape inside his ankle, then rolled it up to his groin. I heard Mr. Poleman moan. He looked down at me with those large blue eyes. He was so hot in that older man attractive way that I was loving. I took the measurement and then got back to my feet.

“I am done here,” I said as I went to the notebook to write down the last of the information. Mr. Poleman joined Mr. Rake and served himself a glass of brandy. He sat next to him and the two of them began to whisper to each other. What now? I thought to myself. I was getting the feeling this wasn’t going to be the end of this appointment. I turned and looked at the two of them. I must say it was intoxicating to have two of the most powerful men in London sitting there, with all their attention focused on me. They saw me as an object of desire and it made me wet just thinking about it.

“Is there anything else?” I asked. I wanted to cut to the chase as the anxiety was killing me.

They both stood up and set their glasses down and walked toward me. I tensed up. Then Mr. Rake said, “No that will be all. Thank you Alice.”

“Yes, thank you my dear Alice. That was the best fitting of my life,” Mr. Rake said as he exited the fitting room. I was astonished! That was it? I was going to get off that easily? I was relieved and breathed out a sigh of relief. My entire body relaxed. Then Mr. Rake came over to me and said, “My tuxedo. I would like it delivered this evening to my home address please, and I want you to deliver it.”

I froze. Now I see why I was being let off easy right now, it’s because this wasn’t over with. I began to protest and said, “That won’t be necessary, we have a delivery service that is quite prompt and professional. Surely you don’t need me.”

“Yes, I do. I do need you. Nine o’clock sharp.” Then they both walked out. I was panicked. What could I do! I was flushed and unsure of what was happening. I called Samantha and told her what had been requested. She said it was completely normal and that I should be flattered. Of course she had no idea what had transpired before between Mr. Rake and she just saw it as him wanting to only have pretty women do all his errands. I couldn’t talk my way out of it.  When eight o’ clock came around I found myself gathering the tuxedo and making my way to his million dollar penthouse.

This man must be used to always getting what he wanted, and I played right into that. He saw me, wanted me, and now he would have me again. There was something intoxicating about that. I wanted to and needed to be with an older man of power. It would be good for my self-esteem, I thought. Only trying to convince myself that what I was about to do was okay.