His Nasty Little Virgin

RENEE

I try to hide my grin when I hear my mom say, "Damn it, your dad forgot his lunch again," but it's impossible.

"I'll bring it to him," I quickly say, grinning like an idiot and grabbing the bag my mom is still holding.

"It's completely out of your way. You don't have to do that."

"Relax, Mom. College doesn't start for another couple of weeks. I have nothing at all to do today, so I can easily run it over there. Let me throw on some clothes and then I'll do it."

I race back up the stairs before she can argue. I'll take any excuse to go to my dad's work, especially if it means I'll get to set my eyes on his unbelievably sexy boss. I've had it bad for Mr. Harding for as long as I can remember. He may be more than twice my age, but the man looks like a god, and he's starred in every single sexual fantasy I've ever had. He's also the reason I'm still a damn virgin at nineteen.

There's no way in hell I'm showing up without looking amazing, so I take a quick shower, making sure to shave everything, before walking to my closet. I decide on a ridiculously short skirt and a pink top that hugs me like a second skin. Looking in the mirror, it's painfully obvious that I'm braless, so I grab a little black sweater and put it on so my mom doesn't have a heart attack when she sees me walk out the door.

I look at my reflection one last time and smile. With any luck, I'll catch Mr. Harding's eye. We did have a bit of a moment at the Christmas party last year. I'd run into him in a dark corner, and the heated look he'd given me still gets me wet every time I think about it. Nothing had happened, though, and it's been eating away at me ever since. I know he wanted me. I think he just needs a little kick in the ass. He probably thinks I'm off-limits since my dad works for him. Well, that's bullshit. I just need to make him see reason, and I think today might be the day.

With an excited squeal, I run down the stairs and grab the forgotten lunch. Calling out a quick, "Bye," to my mom, I race out the door and get in my car, so excited I can barely sit still. The whole drive, I replay scene after scene of me getting fucked in every position I can think of by Mr. Harding.

By the time I'm pulling into the parking garage, my panties are soaked and my nipples are so fucking hard they ache.

When I'm inside the building, my nerves threaten to get the best of me. I hurry up and find my dad's office before I lose my courage to even do that.

"Well, what a nice surprise," my dad says, giving me a quick hug. "Oh, thanks." He grabs the lunch I hold out to him. "How pissed was your mom that I forgot it again?"

I laugh and say, "She wasn't crazy happy about it, but I didn't mind bringing it."

Before he can say anything else, I hear a deep, sexy voice coming from behind me, and I immediately know who it is. My whole body responds to that voice, and I'm suddenly so horny I can barely think.

"Renee, it's nice to see you again."

I turn and look up at the sexiest face I've ever seen, the one I have memorized and have fucked myself to more times than I can count. His green eyes look amused as he runs his eyes over me, and the dark stubble on his cheeks makes me want to hike up my skirt and press my pussy to his face and ride him until I've orgasmed so many times I won't even be able to remember my damn name.

I realize I've been staring at him like an idiot, and to my absolute horror at some point during this imaginary oral scenario, my mouth has fallen open, so I'm not only staring at him, I'm staring at him with my mouth parted and my breathing way heavier than it should be for just standing still. I feel my face heat up and know I can add turning bright red to my list of humiliations.

Mr. Harding runs his eyes over me again before turning to my dad. "Are you going to have a problem getting me that report by the end of the day?"

"No, not at all," my dad says, already sitting back down at his desk to get working. I know he's super busy, so I tell my dad bye and start to walk away. I don't get far before I sense rather than see the large, powerful presence beside me.

He follows me into the elevator, but before I can press the button for the ground floor, he leans over and presses the top floor button. Keeping his body close to mine, he leans in closer and says, "Would you mind coming to my office before you go?"

I breathe in the scent of his intoxicating cologne and barely manage to keep from moaning and rubbing my body against his. "Yeah, of course," I manage to say, even if it does come out in a breathy whisper.

He smiles and stands back up to his full height, adjusting his suit jacket and making it impossible for me to not notice how damn broad his shoulders are. He stands closer to me than is necessary, and I try my best to keep myself under control. I mean, for all I know, he just wants to ask me a few questions about my future or maybe even offer me an entry-level position. I try to tell my pussy that it doesn't mean he'll be putting his cock inside me, but my body refuses to calm down, and by the time we reach the top floor, I've soaked through my thong again and I can feel my juices coating my inner thighs.

Mr. Harding smiles down at me and places his hand on my lower back, gently guiding me off the elevator. The feel of his palm pressed against me has every cell in my body on fire with need. I try my best to act casual and not like I'm leaving a small trail of arousal behind me. I'm too embarrassed to look to see if I'm dripping onto the floor, but, fuck, does it feel like it.

He leads me past his secretary, stopping to say, "Please make sure I'm not disturbed, Doris," before guiding me into his very large, very luxurious office. Once inside, he closes the door and walks to his desk. He turns and leans against it, crossing his long legs out in front of him as he watches me. I'm not sure what to do, so I stand awkwardly and look around his office. It's imposing, to say the least. The desk he's leaning against is large and made of some kind of dark wood, there are two leather chairs in front of his desk, and there's a wall of windows that gives an amazing view of the lake that the city is built around.

"Wow," I say, watching a flock of birds fly by before arcing out over the water.

"I'm glad you like it," Mr. Harding says, still watching me with those intense green eyes of his. "Why don't you sit down, Renee?"

Grateful to be told what to do since my brain has just decided to stop working, I walk over and sit in the plush, leather chair in front of him. His eyes run over my sweater. "Cold?" he asks, arching a brow at me.

I feel my cheeks heat up again when I remember how hard my nipples are and my super-wise decision to go braless. "Um, no," I manage to mumble.

"Then take it off."

His commanding tone of voice and the confident way he carries himself has me practically wiggling in my seat. I slide my sweater off, feeling my face grow redder as it slowly drops away, revealing my skintight shirt and hard nipples. He lets out a quick, deep groan that he quickly cuts off, and when I'm still too embarrassed to look at him, he says, "Renee," and that one word has me turning my eyes up to his. The heat in them nearly knocks me on my ass, but he keeps the rest of his body under perfect control. The only other clue that this is affecting him is the way he's clenching his jaw just a bit tighter.

"Interesting choice of outfits to come and bring your dad lunch."

When I didn't say anything, his lips quirked up in a small grin that looked devilish on him. It's the kind of look that promises all kinds of wicked, wonderful things, and I want them all. "Did you wear this for me?" "Yes," I say, meeting his eyes.

"Good." He runs his eyes over me again. "I see you chose to skip the bra today. Good girl," he praises, making me let out a soft moan before I can stop myself. He raises a brow at that but doesn't comment on it. "Did you skip the panties too?"

"No."

"Tell me what's under that tiny skirt."

"A black thong."

"What else?"

I look at him confused. "That's all I'm wearing."

He smiles and says, "Your pussy, sweetheart. Tell me about your pussy."

I start to lift my skirt so I can just show him, but he stops me with a tsking noise. "No, no, pet. Tell me."

"Um, well, it's shaved and very, very wet."

He closes his eyes as if he's picturing what I'm saying. "How wet?"

"So wet, Mr. Harding. I've soaked through my thong, and my inner thighs are slick with my juices."

"Good girl," he says, and I love how strained his voice sounds.

"There's something else, Mr. Harding."

He opens his eyes and looks at me. "What is it, sweetheart?" "My pussy is untouched."

He grips the desk so tightly that I see his knuckles turn white. "What do you mean by that exactly?"

I smile and say, "I mean I'm a virgin, and no one has ever seen or touched my pussy." I fidget with the bottom of my skirt. "I know it's silly, but I've kind of had a crush on you for a while now, and I always wished that you would be my first."

He gives me a sinfully wicked grin. "You want me to pop your cherry, pet?"

"Yes," I moan, running my eyes down his powerful body and letting out a soft gasp when I see the very large bulge in his pants.

"Then be a good girl and go stand against the window."

It's the last thing I'm expecting him to say, so I just sit there waiting for him to tell me that what he means is to stand up and bend over so I can fuck you, but he doesn't say anything else, just watches me, giving me that same intense stare that has me quickly standing and walking over to the large wall of windows. When I'm next to it, I look back at him, wondering just what in the hell I'm supposed to be doing.

He smiles and says, "Hands against the glass, Renee."

I turn and face the windows, looking out at the lake as I place my hands against the glass, trying my best to not look down. We're so high up that it makes me a little dizzy when my eyes glance down to the street way, way below.

"Very good. Now, bend over a little bit and arch your ass out for me."

I do as he says, so turned on I can barely think. I know my short skirt isn't doing shit to cover me, and with my ass sticking out, I'm guessing he's seeing a whole lot of bare skin. I want him to see more, so I spread my legs even more and arch my ass, letting him see the string that's nestled between my ass cheeks and giving him a shot of my lace-covered pussy.

"Very good, pet," he murmurs.

I keep waiting for him to come up behind me, but he doesn't. Instead, I hear him sit down in his chair and then the soft clicking sound of his keyboard fills the air.

"You're not going to fuck me?" I ask, hating how pouty I sound. "Right now, I want you to do exactly what I told you to do." "But why?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at him.

He stops what he's doing and levels his gaze on me. "Because it pleases me to see you obeying me, and I'm enjoying the view. Now, no more talking, pet, or I'll have to gag you."

I wait for signs that he's joking, but he looks deadly serious, and when my hips squirm a bit, his lips quirked up in a grin before he puts his attention back on his computer. I stay where I'm at until it starts to grow exceedingly uncomfortable. I fidget a bit, wishing like hell I'd worn my comfy sneakers instead of the sexy heels.

When I'm certain I'm going to just fall into a heap and my back is screaming at me to stand up and stretch, he says, "Play with your pussy, pet, but don't let yourself cum."

A thrill rushes through me at his order. God, this feels all kinds of naughty. I can't believe I'm about to fuck myself in front of my dad's boss! I'm too horny to be embarrassed at this point, and I'm more aroused than I ever thought possible. I slide one hand under my skirt and into my lacy thong. As soon as I feel how wet I am, I let out a moan and slide a finger along my dripping wet slit.

"How wet are you, pet?"

"I'm dripping wet, Mr. Harding." I slide a finger inside and slowly start to fuck myself. "My little pussy is sopping wet for you."

"Very good, pet. Don't cum without my permission."

He goes back to typing as if nothing unusual at all is going on here, and I keep fucking myself and trying my damnedest to obey him. It's so fucking hard, though. My clit is so swollen, and every touch sends a new rush of pleasure over me. I rock my hips, grinding against my hand, and soon I'm moaning and breathing so heavily that it takes a second for me to notice that he's stopped typing. The room is silent except for my erotic moans and whimpers. I know I'm not supposed to cum, but, fuck, it just feels too damn good, and knowing he's right behind me, watching me fuck myself, it's too much. All it takes is one more rub and I'm smacking my free hand against the glass and moaning his name as I cum so hard I'm gasping and shaking as the orgasm runs through me.

When I'm finally spent, I lazily work my fingers, savoring the aftershocks and feeling better than I have in months. I'm so busy feeling good that I don't notice the footsteps behind me until it's too late. He roughly grabs my wrist, jerking it away from my pussy before spinning me around and pressing me up against the glass. He looks angry and so fucking sexy it makes my head spin. He tightens his grip on my wrist and slowly brings my wet fingers to his mouth. I let out a moan when he runs his tongue over my fingers, licking up my juices before sucking my fingers into his mouth. He keeps his eyes on me the entire time, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. He groans at the taste of me, licking and sucking my arousal like a fucking starving man. All I can think about is how damn good that would feel on my pussy.

He slowly slides my fingers out of his mouth and gives me a wicked grin that has me wondering what exactly he has planned. He doesn't make me wait for an answer.

"Someone's been a naughty little girl," he says, leaning closer so our lips are almost touching. "When I give you a command, pet, I expect it to be obeyed."

"I'm sorry," I quickly say, making him give a soft laugh.

"Yes, you will be," he whispers against my lips, already reaching up to unbutton his suit jacket.

I watch as he takes it off and steps back to lay it carefully over the closest chair before turning back to me. His eyes run over me as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolls up the sleeves, exposing his tanned, muscled forearms.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this."

My eyes widen as he walks towards me. I have no idea what's coming, but I'm so damn excited I can barely stand it.