Chapter 23

LAYLA

I stepped out of the shower, running my hands over my thighs and calves to make sure I hadn’t missed removing any hair. My lady parts were still smooth and hairless from my wax job.

I picked up my coconut body lotion from the counter and rubbed it all over my body.

I wasn’t quite prepared for a sexual encounter the night before when Briggs found me in his study. This was all new to me. But I would need to make sure my body was clean and well-groomed at all times, now that I had a boyfriend.

~A boyfriend!~

I was shocked, and a bit scared, when he referred to himself that way during our texting exchange on the way to the lake.

Was it normal for a guy to assume he was your boyfriend without discussing it with you? On the other hand, why should being Briggs Westinghouse’s girlfriend upset me?

~Briggs Westinghouse!~ One of the greatest hockey players of all time. A freaking billionaire, and a super sexy man. Not that any of that mattered to me.

I would still want him if he wasn’t rich and famous. I’m not that kind of girl. It was the man underneath all that hoopla who I was falling in love with.

My phone vibrated, the cat’s meow alerting me to a text from Briggs. He had put that custom ringtone on after we came back from our walk, claiming he wanted me to think about my pussy and touch myself every time he texted me.

What a very dirty-minded man! What would sex be like with him? Not that I had anything to compare it to. But I was well-stocked with information, thanks to my erotic novels.

Not to mention overhearing the sounds of my mother and sister’s sexual peccadilloes through the thin walls of our trailer.

I snagged my phone from the nightstand, my belly flipping with nervous excitement when I read his text.

Briggs

I can’t stop thinking about your pussy. When can I have another taste?

Layla

You know where to find me.

Briggs

Are you in your room?

Layal

Yes.

Briggs

That won’t do. Your screams will wake Mary and the babies.

I sat on my bed, my knees trembling as his words triggered a wave of heat between my legs. He wanted to do more than give me oral.

Briggs was a grown man. He promised to be patient and take things slow, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Men have needs. They want their dicks sucked, and they want to fuck.

I couldn’t recall listening to many loving encounters through my bedroom wall. There was a lot of grunting and bedsprings squeaking. Sometimes there was screaming.

I preferred the sex scenes in my books. The guy always made the girl come before they had sex. Sometimes, she had multiple orgasms before they had intercourse.

And the hero never ordered ~the bitch to get on her fucking knees and blow him~. I’d heard that so many times growing up.

Romance novels aren’t real. I wish they were, but I wasn’t that naive. Briggs wasn’t some drunken loser I met in a bar. But he was a man. And he wanted the same thing they all want. There would be no romantic music or candles. And I had no delusions that it would feel good the first time he put his penis inside me.

Briggs

Are you still there, sweetheart?

Layla

Yes.

Briggs

Why so quiet?

Layla

Just thinking.

Briggs

About what?

Layla

Coming to your room.

Briggs

Do you want to?

Layla

Very much.

Briggs

But?

Layla

I’m scared.

Briggs

There’s nothing to be afraid of. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.

Layla

I’m ready. I want to do this.

Briggs

Come to me, baby.

Layla

I need to put some clothes on. I just got out of the shower.

Briggs

You don’t need clothes.

Layla

I can’t run through your house naked.

Briggs

Put on something sexy.

I sorted through the lingerie the sisters had forced me to buy. Some of it was really tacky. I held up a red one-piece thing with snaps in the crotch. I guessed that would work if you were in a hurry.

Eventually, I settled on a white nightie with matching lace panties. The bodice was covered in lace, with sheer fabric hanging from it. A snap between the breasts was the only thing holding it together.

I couldn’t walk through the house half-naked. Vlad usually stayed in his private quarters in the basement, but Sonya was a night owl. It was only ten. She might still be up.

I grabbed a terry cloth robe from my closet and slipped it on over my barely-there nightie. My belly was twisted in knots by the time I finished my makeup.

I ran the brush through my hair, closing my eyes as I gave myself a mental pep talk.

~If you don’t relax, it will hurt a lot more.~

~This is just sex. Everybody does it. Or almost everybody.~

~Every girl is born a virgin. It’s a rite of passage we all have to endure to get to the good stuff.~

Mary’s light was still on when I stepped out into the hall. George only woke up once in the night now. Jerome and Harris usually slept right through.

One person could handle it, so we took turns. It was Mary’s turn tonight.

I tiptoed past her door, my bare feet gliding noiselessly down the stairs. I had to go past the kitchen to get to Briggs’s bedroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached his door without running into anyone.

My heart was racing, my body pumping adrenaline. I was being silly, sneaking around so the servants wouldn’t catch me going to Briggs’s bedroom late at night.

~Watch your mouth, missy. You’re a ~servant~ too. That’s not a nice word. They’re staff. People who work for Briggs. Employees who don’t sleep with their boss. Only a whore would spread her legs for her boss.~

I almost turned around and went back to my room. I was a twenty-year-old virgin. Definitely ~not~ a whore. And I had no intention of starting now. Tears sprang into my eyes.

I ~was~ a whore. What kind of nanny slept with the dad? The ones in pornos, that’s who.

Soft music filtered under the double doors leading into Briggs’s suite. Was he listening to ~Taylor Swift~? Briggs liked ‘80s music, and that horrible classical crap that didn’t have words.

I was paralyzed with uncertainty. My brain wouldn’t let my arm knock. But my heart wouldn’t let my feet take me back upstairs to my room, either. So I just stood there.

The door opened and Briggs poked his head out, surprise registering on his face when he saw me standing there.

He was only wearing boxer briefs. I fought to keep my eyes on his bare chest, but they had a mind of their own, dropping below his waist.

~Oh fuck.~

If a vagina could cringe, then mine definitely did. The bulge in the front of his shorts was bigger than I had imagined. And he probably didn’t even have much of an erection yet.

He took my hand, pulling me inside. I heard the lock click behind me. Why was that necessary? Did his staff have a habit of wandering into his room at night?

Then his lips were on mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth with hungry strokes while his hands released the belt on my robe. It fell to the floor, landing in a heap at our feet.

He stepped back, his eyes taking in my negligee while the monster in his shorts doubled in size.

“You’re so beautiful, Layla,” he whispered. “So fucking perfect.” He walked backward, to his bed, never taking his eyes off mine.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to follow him, or what. So, I just stood there chewing on my lower lip while I waited to see what he was going to do next.

He lowered himself to the side of the bed, crooking his finger to beckon me over. I walked slowly across the large room until I was standing in front of him.

“Come closer, beautiful,” he ordered, his voice thick and heavy with desire.

I stepped between his parted thighs. He ran his hands up and down my arms, his eyes penetrating me with an unspoken question. I knew what he was asking.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He reached for the snap between my breasts, releasing it and pushing my nightie off my shoulders. I was naked, save for my skimpy panties that did little to conceal what was inside.

He drew a sharp breath, a low growl rolling off his chest as his eyes roamed hungrily over my body. His hands found my ass, cupping the cheeks to pull me closer. Light kisses skimmed my stomach, his tongue teasing the belly button.

I braced my hands on his shoulders, my knees almost giving way when he buried his face between my legs, nuzzling my clit through my panties.

His hands slid underneath, fingers caressing my ass moons. I gasped, recoiling when he circled my hole with his finger.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered, pulling me back to his mouth.

“I-I, I’m not into that.”

“Into what?”

“Anal sex.”

He glanced up at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “How do you know?”

“I just know.”

“There’s only one place I wanna bury my cock tonight. And it’s not your ass.” He slipped a finger inside my panties, penetrating my dripping slit. “Right here. This is where I wanna be.”

I cried out when he added a second finger, thrusting gently into my tight channel. He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before he rose up from the bed.

“Lay down, baby,” he whispered.

I climbed onto the massive bed and settled on my back. Briggs followed, nudging my thighs apart before he lowered his body over mine, his cock pressing between my legs.

He kissed down my neck to my collarbone, nipping and sucking on my flesh while his fingers worked my nipples into rigid peaks.

My back arched, and I moaned softly when his cock rubbed against my clit. I was gonna come even before my panties hit the floor.

His mouth was sucking and nibbling on my nipple, as he thrust between my legs. The dual stimulation was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My orgasm was quick but powerful, my hips bucking as I rode out the tsunami of pleasure buffeting my body.

“Sorry,” I panted.

“What are you sorry for, honey?”

“Coming so early.”

“That’s more than okay,” he chuckled. “I was planning to give you at least two to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Two orgasms?” I laughed nervously. “I don’t know if I’m capable of that.”

“It’s all about the skill of the delivery man,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “And fortunately for you, this man is very skilled.”

He hooked his fingers in my panties, tugging them over my hips and down my legs. “Mm,” he moaned, bringing the drenched scrap of lace up to his nose.

“You smell so good, baby. And you’re so fucking wet, I can’t wait any longer.”

My panties went flying. He pushed my knees apart, burying his face between my legs before he went at me like a rabid beast.

There was no kissing up my thighs or gentle caresses like the first time he went down on me.

He sucked and licked at my tender flesh, slurping on my juices, his stubble dragging across my sensitive flesh.

“I’m gonna—I need—help!” I thrashed around on the bed, clutching at his head while he swirled his tongue around inside me, his hands holding me tight against his face.

His fingers replaced his tongue, two large digits reaching deep inside my throbbing pussy while I quivered uncontrollably.

He drew my clit between his lips, sucking hard before he nipped my overstimulated bud. I screamed, the force of my second orgasm tossing me into a euphoric haze.

Briggs crawled up my body, dropping kisses on my belly and breasts. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Let’s do it,” I panted.

He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom. I closed my eyes. If I saw his dick before he put it inside me, I might’ve chickened out. I gasped when I felt him between my legs.

This was really happening.

“Open your eyes,” he murmured, bracing himself over me. “I want you looking at me when I make you mine.”

I gazed up at him, his dreamy brown eyes full of heat and lust, but also kindness and caring. How did I get so lucky? This wonderful man was about to take my virginity.

And I wanted to give it to him. I felt safe with Briggs. He would do whatever he had to, to make it enjoyable for me.

He hooked his arm under one of my knees, his eyes never leaving mine as he prepared to take me. I bit my lip when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

There was no way he was getting inside me. He was huge.

“Relax,” he whispered. “I’m gonna go slow.”

I nodded. But ~really~? Would ~he~ be able to relax if someone were about to put something that big in his asshole? I think not.

I closed my eyes, suppressing a scream when he pushed forward. It hurt so bad. And he hadn’t even broken my hymen yet.

“Open your eyes,” he said firmly.

I obeyed, blinking back tears.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Hook your legs around my waist.”

I did as he asked, the movement causing his cock to sink further inside me. He pushed forward and hit a wall. I held my breath while he thrust against my barrier.

A tiny scream escaped my throat when he broke through. I thought it would get better after that. And it probably would’ve if I was with a normal-sized man. But no.

I picked the guy with the anaconda between his legs to break me in.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Yep,” I squeaked. ~Liar!~

“I’m gonna start moving.”

~Oh great.~

He buried his face in my shoulder, thrusting gently into my tight channel as my vag surrendered, my walls opening up to allow him inside. And inside he was.

~Deep inside.~

~Holy moly!~

I was glad he forgot about the eye contact thing. I didn’t want him to see the agony I was in. How was this pleasurable?

And then it happened. He rubbed against a super-sensitive spot deep inside me. It was like he had stepped on a landmine.

An explosion ripped through my pelvis, liquid flooding the bed beneath us. My vag clamped down, squeezing the oversized intruder.

Briggs groaned. I thought maybe I had hurt him, but when he lifted his head he was grinning. “Hang on,” he whispered. “Now the fun begins.”

He pulled back until he was almost out, before pushing forward. He was thrusting in and out of me at a rapid pace now, his face tense with concentration as he drove deep.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, leaning down to give me a quick kiss. “Your pussy feels amazing. So tight, but so wet.”

He grabbed my ankles, releasing them from around his waist.

~Does that mean he’s finished?~

He spread my thighs wide, pushing my legs back so my feet were practically behind my ears.

~Nope. He definitely isn’t finished.~

He pounded into me, a series of deep grunts escaping his throat, followed by a string of curses before he stilled. My eyes fluttered closed, my muscles going slack when he released my legs.

He peppered my forehead and cheeks with light kisses before his mouth found mine, engaging my lips in a long, passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Mm—” I moaned softly, too exhausted for words.

“Layla, open your eyes, baby.”

I opened my eyes, shifting underneath his weight. He was still buried deep inside me, his penetrating gaze sending shivers through my body.

Briggs was a hard man to read. He could be playful and mischievous one minute, and so intense the next.

“How do you feel?”

“Very full,” I whispered.

He chuckled softly before pressing a kiss on the tip of my nose. “As much as I’d love to stay inside you all night, I should take care of the condom.”

“Okay.”

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my eyes raking over his sexy behind. When he returned, he was wearing boxer shorts.

“Do you want me to go back to my room?”

“Absolutely not,” he said. “But we need to change the bedding.”

“Oh my God!” I cried. How did I not notice the bed was soaked? And it was Briggs’s duvet. We never got around to pulling down the covers. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

I scrambled off the bed, mortified when I saw the bloody puddle soaking into the expensive bedspread. My terry cloth robe was on the floor by the door.

I darted across the room, my feet leaving the floor before I reached it.

“Briggs! Put me down.”

He carried me into his bathroom. The water was running, filling the large corner tub. He set me on my feet and sprinkled something in the water. Several lit candles lined the tub ledge.

“I should go back to my room,” I protested.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to go back to your room?”

“No. But I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“I want you in my bed, Layla.”

“I don’t think I’m up for a round two tonight.”

He tilted my chin up, his eyes boring into mine with a serious stare. “I want to wake up with you in my arms. It’s not all about sex.”

Briggs left me alone to have my bath. I settled into the warm water, the Epsom salts soothing my tender cooch. The black bathtub was massive, taking up one corner of the large bathroom.

I gazed up through the skylight, losing myself in the twinkling stars dotting the clear night sky.

I loved it there. Living in the country was so much better than the city; the fresh air and quiet, the smells and sounds of nature.

I never realized how truly awful my life had been until Briggs rescued me from it. He was my knight in shining armor, my hero. And now he was my lover. All my dreams were coming true.