Chapter 7

7

TEAGAN

I don't know what's gotten into me, but I'm flush with courage after the extravagant meal, and leaning over the center console to kiss Tobias on his jawline is all too easy to do.

"If you do that one more time, we're not going to make it back to the house." He growls when my lips touch his skin. "You're playing with fire, Teagan."

His response just makes me more bold. "Only one more time?" I call his bluff. This time, kissing even closer to his lips, just to see where this will go. The last time I pushed his buttons, I ended up with my panties in my hand and him spanking my ass. So hopefully this time, I will get something even better.

He curses, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to grab at my thigh, pushing up my skirt so we're skin to skin. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Tobias pulls the SUV over on the secluded side road, the wheels rolling into the grass before he throws it into park and kills the engine. Before I can guess what he's doing, he gets out and stalks around the car, jerking the passenger door open, grabbing me around the waist, turning me to face him so my legs are hanging out of the vehicle, and kissing me so intensely that shock rolls through me.

But that shock doesn't stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss, wanting more of him than I've ever wanted anyone. I'm not sure if it's the high of having the attention of someone like Tobias or the fact that we've been building towards this for hours, but the need I feel is intense and unavoidable.

I can't think.

I can't breathe.

The only thing that exists is Tobias, and his body pinning me to the seat as he kisses me so thoroughly that my legs wrap around his hips. I can feel how much he needs me, the hard line of him pressing against my sensitive places. Desire whips through me, and I don't even care that we're on the side of the road.

It's pitch black out, and I haven't seen another car in over an hour. After the romantic date where our connection grew and grew, I shouldn't be surprised that this is how things are playing out, but it's hard to arrange my thoughts. Especially when his tongue dips into my mouth and his hands start to slide the straps of my dress down my shoulder.

The first kiss was intense, but it was still relatively controlled. The second was a little wild, a little reckless. But this kiss is pure desperation.

Tobias' hand moves the hem of my dress up my thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties, but he doesn't dive under them, just strokes the flesh on either side, driving me absolutely wild. The skin of my ass is still sensitive from where he spanked me earlier in the evening, but that only adds to how hot I'm feeling.

I moan, rocking my hips up to meet his, seeking out more contact, my nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric of my dress, the lace bra rubbing against them just enough to make me squirm. Wearing a matching bra and panties was such a random choice, but I'm thrilled about it now as he reveals the bra first. Cupping my breasts, Tobias's mouth moves from mine to my jaw, down my neck, finding a particularly sensitive space that makes me jump in his grip.

"God, Teagan," he groans against my throat. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"I think I have an idea," I reply, breathless as he teases my nipples, sending waves of pleasure directly to my core. "And I want more of it."

Tobias curses, his hands moving back to my hips, pushing the hem of my dress up even further, his fingers curling into the fabric of my panties.

He looks at me, waiting for my nod before he tugs, ripping the fabric right down my legs, past my knees, and throwing them into the grass somewhere in the dark. I've never gone this far before, and fear mixes with lust, but that only makes it that much more exciting. I want him so badly that all other thoughts are fading into the background. My head feels like it's full of stuffing when he mouths me over the lace of the bra before unhooking it from the back and using his mouth on my bare skin.

A car whizzes by on the highway, but neither of us pays it any attention. If someone were to see what was going on, they'd only see shadows.

And that's how I feel, like we're both in the dark.

I know what we're doing is wrong, and it's a big risk. But for once, I don't care. I can't. Not when Tobias' lips find my nipple and the feeling sends shivers of pleasure through my body, all the way down to my toes. He keeps working from one to the other, alternating teeth and tongue, and my hands find my way into his hair. I can't believe I'm doing this right now. The only light is the overheard glow from the SUV interior lights, but when I look down and see what he's doing to me, it's so clear that I know I will never forget it.

I start to zone out again, short-circuiting from the pleasure of his mouth on my tits, but everything snaps back to clarity when he lowers himself to his knees and puts his hands on my inner thighs, pushing them apart.

"T-Tobias, what are you doing?" I gasp, my voice a little slurred, the cool night air making my already-hard nipples even stiffer.

"I'm taking care of you," he rasps, one finger sliding up my slit, and the sensation makes me arch my back.

"I thought..." I'm not sure what I'm saying. That I'm feeling too much at this moment? That I'm going wild with what he's doing to my body? That I don't deserve a man who would drop to his knees and give me a mind-blowing orgasm like he's about to?

"You thought what?" He looks up at me, his expression ferocious. "I warned you, and you still pushed me. This is the consequence of your actions, my sweet Teagan, and I've been desperate to taste you for months. So I'm going to have my reward for being so patient, just like you're going to have your punishment for being so impatient. Just let me make you feel good."

My legs fall open, and Tobias dives between them, his mouth closing around my clit and sucking. After he pulls it between his lips and lashes it with his tongue, he suddenly backs off my clit and takes it way slower.

He starts gently, lapping at me without too much pressure at first, waiting to see how I squirm or what noises I make before getting more intense little by little. Nuzzling my pussy and kissing my inner thighs so gently that I begin to wonder if I'm just imagining things about how strongly he started…until he does it again, expertly finding my clit and running circles around it with the tip of his tongue before sucking once more.

I cry out, the sensation so strong and intense that I don't know how I'm not dying from pleasure. It feels too good, too overwhelming. My toes curl in my shoes, and I grab his hair again, holding him to me as he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and works two fingers inside me, trying to pump slowly as I get used to the invasion. Once he realizes how tight I am, he goes down to one digit, and as amazing as it feels, I know there's something I have to tell him...something...

"Tobias," I gasp, fingernails scraping against his scalp. "Tobias, I'm a virgin. Be gentle."

He freezes, and when he looks up from between my legs now, his mouth is wet, his eyes having gone almost black from lust. But there's a seriousness about him now too. He plants a kiss on my inner thigh and asks, "You want this?"

All I can do is nod. I just want him to keep going, nervousness or not.

"Good." He chuckles. "You're going to be mine in every way then, Teagan. This is only the beginning."

And before I can have another coherent thought, he lowers his mouth back to me again, finger working inside once more.

He starts slow, and as much as it feels like torture, the slow buildup is so delicious and distracting that I don't even realize when his searching finger finds the barrier inside of me. He licks at my clit, sucking it and then lashing it with his tongue again in a perfect pattern that has me seeing stars. I don't notice that this onslaught of pure pleasure is supposed to be a distraction until his finger breaches the barrier, and pain bites at me inside my channel.

It makes me suck in a breath, but Tobias doesn't retreat, still fucking me with his finger and eating my pussy with a single-minded intensity. Just the sight of him between my legs and the wet noises of his mouth on me is enough to make the pain fade to the back of my mind, and within minutes, I'm right back to where I was before—right on the precipice of something incredible.

My hips start to work of their own accord, thrusting and grinding against his face, and Tobias growls his approval against my wet, swollen pussy. I'm going to come, and he has me so blindsided with ecstasy that I can't even open my mouth to tell him.

The sensation of his lips on me feels like it's too much and not enough all at once. I don't know if he's going to fuck me tonight, but just this is more than enough. I'm feeling overwhelmed, legs shaking, when I feel the orgasm start to crest. It's so much better than I ever imagined.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, the vibrations adding another layer to the experience.

It starts at the top of my head, and by the time it gets down to my toes, I'm arching off the seat and shouting his name, my hands fisted in his hair. He keeps going through it, extending the climax for what feels like forever until he's wrung every last aftershock from my body and I'm boneless against the seat.

I can't stop the orgasm as it rolls over me again and again. A powerful, all-consuming wave has me shaking in the back of the SUV, moaning and crying out his name. Tobias doesn't let up until the last bit of the orgasm passes through me, and then he pulls his fingers out and wipes his face with the back of his hand.

"You're delicious," Tobias murmurs, rising up and kissing me, making sure I can taste myself on him. "Now, I think you need some rest. That was a lot for you, wasn't it?"

The only response I can muster is "Uh-huh."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let myself lean on him until I catch my breath, soaking in the warmth of his body and his spicy, woodsy scent.

"You were such a cocky little thing earlier." He chuckles, helping me get my dress back into place. "And now look at you. Just an exhausted little thing instead. Let's get you somewhere you can rest."

The ride back to his place is tense and silent. There's a million different emotions flying through my head right now. Anticipation. Fear. Curiosity. All of those are swirling around and making me a little crazy.

But this is Tobias I'm with, and he's managed to make every single experience—from watching a movie together to getting eaten out after a fancy dinner right here in the car—amazing. I trust him completely and know that whatever else the night holds, he will take care of me. So, satisfied and sleepy, I let myself nap, completely oblivious to how my life is about to change.

Again, Tobias won't come to bed with me in my suite. But this time, he does me one better and takes me to his.

This is the first time I've been in here and, consequently, the first room in the house where I've seen signs of Tobias' personality and not just a cold yet expensive decorator's touch. He's done his bedroom suite in dark colors—forest green and black—and there's an extensive collection of novels on one wall where a bookshelf is built in. I'm able to spot a few American classics and a worn copy of the Iliad before my eyes are drawn elsewhere.

Namely, the enormous bed. I think the one in my room is a king, but this one must be custom-built for someone as big as Tobias. The bed is neatly made with black sheets and a soft-looking black comforter, but for some reason, just the sight of it makes me nervous. Like I already know I'm about to end up in that bed in some compromising position, and it's only a matter of time.

The bathroom is similar to mine, with a soaking tub and rainfall shower done in more masculine colors. After our rendezvous in the Land Rover, a shower sounds amazing, and I tell Tobias as much, already feeling warm and loose-limbed here in his bedroom.

"You're very convincing," He rumbles, already pushing my hair aside to kiss my neck. "But something tells me you need some rest."

"It's always about rest with you," I complain. "I can sleep anytime."

I know I've won our short argument when he starts to slide the straps of my dress down, but then I feel something vibrating between our bodies. With a frown, Tobias pulls back and digs his phone out of his pocket. At first, it looks like he's going to toss the thing across the room and get back to undressing me, but when he sees the screen, he mutters a quiet " fuck" and steps away.

"I have to take this, doll," he tells me apologetically. "Go ahead and shower and get in bed. I don't know how long it will take."

Pouting, I think about complaining, but he's given me every bit of attention I've asked for, and I don't want him to be annoyed with me because I get in the way of what I assume is business. Tobias gives me a quick kiss on the top of my head and hurries out of the room.

Disappointed, I try to wait him out, sitting on the bed fully dressed and kicking my feet for almost thirty minutes. Finally, I have to admit he isn't coming back anytime soon and drag myself to the shower, tired and full of attitude.

Once I'm under the steaming water, I feel a little bit better. It smells like Tobias in here, and I revel in washing with his body wash and scrubbing my hair until every atom of hair product is long gone. After I'm finished, I consider just sleeping nude, but I manage to find his drawer of t-shirts and pull one on. It falls nearly to my knees, more nightgown than shirt.

Crawling into bed, I realize exactly why I didn't want him to go so much. It isn't just about wanting more time with Tobias. It's that when we're together, I don't think about everything else. Alone with my thoughts, the reality of what's going on hits me again.

I feel something so strong for Tobias that it scares me, but at the same time, I want to hold onto it tightly with both hands, never letting go. Just days ago, I was a waitress, and now I'm playing the role of the kept woman of a rich, mysterious man who just so happens to be the father of my most recent ex. I don't even know how old Tobias is, but because I know Ricky's age, it isn't hard to determine that he's at least forty.

So…our age gap is huge, and so is our income gap. I've been ignoring dozens of messages from Naomi asking where I am, how I plan on paying rent, and all kinds of other things. It's the last one, though, that made me feel a confusing mixture of nervousness and glee.

Naomi: Hey, Teagan, I don't know what's going on with you and your boyfriend but the landlord just called and said that the rent has been paid in full for an entire year. So, um, I guess take all the time you need. Just be careful, okay?

There's no one else who could have done such a thing except Tobias. He paid my rent for a year so I didn't have to worry about going back to work. And if I'm not going back to work, what does he expect me to do? Could he really want me to stay here with him…permanently?

Nestling myself under the blankets, I tell the room's Alexa to turn out the lights, and as soon as it's dark, I'm surprised to find that I'm absolutely exhausted. There are still twinges and shocks from my mind-blowing orgasm earlier, and the soft sheets are heavenly against my bare legs. Staying with Tobias forever, letting him take care of me, makes no sense yet…it makes all the sense in the world. I want it so much, and the idea of it is so comforting that it lulls me to sleep.

When Tobias crawls into bed with me hours later, I barely stir, letting him pull me into his arms and cup his huge, muscular body around mine protectively. I'm safe, and maybe even…loved.

Morning comes with two things making themselves readily apparent.

First is the golden yellow sun filtering through the gap in the curtains and illuminating both the room and Tobias's bronze skin.

The second is that Tobias is positioned over me, his forearms bracketing my head holding his weight off me while he kisses a slow, scorching path across my neck.

I'm on my back, and while he holds his chest off me, our hips are crushed together and I can immediately feel how hard he is. Tobias is only wearing a silky pair of black briefs, and there is no disguising how long and thick he is. It takes my breath away almost as much as the feeling of his lips on my throat does.

"Morning, my sweet little Teagan," Tobias whispers into my ear, his voice gravelly from sleep. "I got impatient waiting on you."

"That's okay," I breathe, stroking his muscled back and chest in uncoordinated movements. A lust stronger than any I've felt yet starts in my core, right where his cock is pressed so fully against me, and spreads out until it's taken over my entire body.

"I like the look of you in my clothes," he says, sitting up more so he can grip the hem of the shirt. "But I think I'd like the look of you without them more."

He's not asking for any kind of permission, and before I know it, I'm arching my back so he can take the shirt off fully and toss it somewhere off to the side. Just like that, I'm fully naked beneath him, and my heart kicks into overdrive. Oh god, this is the first time he's seen me completely nude like this. And if I'm reading him right, he really, really likes it.

Tobias sits up fully now, straddling my hips as he looks his fill, eyes darkening as he does so. He's so hot, packed with muscle with a dusting of dark hair over his chest and body, but right now, I'm too nervous to do much more than run my fingers over the lines of his ribs while he seems to memorize every curve of my figure.

"You're the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen." Tobias's voice is dark, full of promises of all the things he's about to do. "I've been thinking about what you told me last night for hours."

"What?" I'm not sure what he's referencing, my brain having trouble keeping up with anything except for how wet he's making me without even touching me.

"That I'm going to be the first and only man to fuck this tight, wet little pussy." I gasp when he reaches down boldly and cups my entire pussy in his large hand. "And I think I'm done waiting for it. I'm not a patient man."

At this point, I'm panting, lips parted, so turned on that I'm writhing on the bed under him. Oh my god, he's going to take my virginity right here, right now. My feet haven't even touched the floor. Yet today, the first thing I'm going to do is get fucked.

I'm scared, but my trust in Tobias never wavers. Swallowing hard, I nod once. "Okay. Please, Tobias."

His hand comes up off my pussy to cup my jaw gently, and I can feel my own juices on his palm. "No smart mouth this time? No arguing?"

I shake my head. No way. I want it too much, no matter how scary the thought might be. I try not to think of how much bigger Tobias is than me or how large the outline of his erection is. I trust him, and I want him.

His thumb brushes my lower lip when he says, "Good girl. I knew you'd behave for me. Arms above your head, wrists together."

I do as I'm told, and out of the bedside table, Tobias produces a silky red scarf that he immediately starts to bind my wrists with. "I bought this the first day I saw you at the diner," he tells me as he ties the knot—tight enough that I can't escape, but not so much that I lose circulation. "I knew that day that I was going to have you tied to my bed eventually. And look at you now, doll. Spread out for me, getting tied up, just like I thought."

I whimper, rubbing my thighs together, but he quiets me with a soft kiss, adding, "This is for your own good, Teagan. So you can lie back and feel everything as I fill you up with my cock. You don't have to do a single thing but feel. Starting now."

Tobias begins to kiss a hot, wet path down my body, nipping at my throat and working his way down until he reaches my breasts. With both hands, he cups them and kneads them firmly before starting to tease my nipples with his fingers. As soon as he makes contact with them, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, tongue tangling with mine. Little sparks of pleasure build each time he rolls my nipples between his fingers, and it intensifies tenfold when his mouth leaves mine and he sucks one peak between his lips.

He moves from one to the other, swirling his tongue and nibbling with his teeth, making me clench my legs together with how badly I need him to touch me. The sensations go from my nipples straight to my pussy.

"Spread your legs for me," Tobias growls, lifting his mouth from my nipples. "And raise your knees."

Fire licks my veins, and without a second thought, I do what he says.

With my legs spread, he can see everything, and I can tell by the fire in his eyes that he loves what he sees. One hand returns to my pussy, and he starts to stroke his thumb along the length of my slit.

I let out a shuddering breath, arching my hips.

Tobias laughs at me. "I love the way you move for me, sweetheart. So fucking responsive. You have no idea what a turn-on it is, seeing how wet and needy you are. Now, be a good girl and let me hear those pretty little moans of yours. Let me know just how good this feels. Let me know what you like. What you want. Beg me for it. Tell me what you need, doll, and I promise I will give it to you, over and over again."

Oh god, how am I supposed to answer him when all I can think about is the feel of his thumb as it brushes my clit? He wants me to talk? To beg? All I can do is moan and writhe, my hips moving on their own accord.

Tobias must know I can barely string a sentence together because he takes mercy on me, saying, "Tell me if anything is uncomfortable, and I will stop. You understand?"

I nod and say, "I will."

The pressure from his thumb is gone, but before I can complain about it, his hand is between my legs and his finger is stroking the entrance to my pussy. He keeps stroking, circling the tight ring, and then the tip of his finger slides into me, just barely. He pushes a little deeper, and a little more, and a little more.

When I can't stand the anticipation any longer, I buck against his hand. It's like the dam breaks open. In an instant, Tobias' finger plunges inside me, and then, without a single ounce of warning, he adds a second finger. His thumb strokes my clit while his fingers fill me up, and the sensation is enough to make my toes curl.

"I've been dreaming about this moment for months," Tobias whispers. "How wet and tight you are, doll. It's better than I could have imagined. I can't wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock."

I gasp, and he curls his fingers. It makes his fingertips brush a spot inside me that sends shocks through my entire body.

"Right there," he growls. "That's the spot that will make you come all over my hand. I'm going to hit it over and over and over again until you're a writhing, quivering mess."

Oh. My. God.

Tobias begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, slow at first and then faster and faster. It's like he's determined to prove his point, and he hits that magic spot with each thrust. His thumb never stops moving either. I don't know how he's doing it, but I can feel an orgasm building deep within me. But just when I think he's about to let me reach that peak, he stops, slowly pulling his finger out and sucking it between his lips while I watch with wide eyes. I clench my bound hands, feeling how close I am with no relief.

"Tobias—" I whine, but he stops me by kissing me deeply before pulling back and responding.

"I've changed my mind. You're not going to come until I'm inside of you. Are you ready?"

Am I? I watch as he rolls the briefs off his body and discards them, and the enormous cock he reveals has my mouth going dry. How am I ever going to be able to take him?

All of these questions are swimming through my mind, yet I still open my mouth and tell him, "Yes…Yes, I'm ready."

He crawls onto the bed and settles himself between my legs, and then he's on top of me, covering my body with his. The feeling of his bare skin against mine is incredible, and when I feel the length of his cock sliding against my slit, I can't help the loud moan that slips past my lips.

He looks into my eyes as he guides himself into me, inch by inch, filling me up so completely. I hiss between my teeth as he starts, but his words and hands soothe me. At first, my pussy clenches hard, and I'm afraid he isn't going to fit, but he's so slow and careful that little by little, my inner walls begin to open up.

Tobias told me he isn't a patient man, but he takes his time filling me, and the sharp feeling of stretching morphs gradually into a pleasurable fullness. It's the best thing I've ever felt.

Once he's fully seated inside me, he doesn't move. He looks down at me, a smile on his lips, and says, "God, you feel so fucking good, Teagan. You're perfect. Your pussy is made for my cock."

I moan and buck beneath him, urging him to move.

He leans down and kisses me, whispering, "Patience, baby girl. I want to savor every second of this."

His mouth finds the crook of my neck and begins to trail kisses and licks there, making my whole body shiver. As his mouth explores my skin, Tobias begins to move his hips. It's slow at first, but then his thrusts become faster and harder, and the bed is rocking. Each thrust has him pushing against that secret spot inside of me, and the sensation is so deep and intense that I know I'm going to come harder than I've thought possible. My legs are shaking, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.

I'm gasping, moaning, crying out his name. "Tobias!"

He groans and buries his face against my neck, breathing me in. His thrusts are harder now, and I can tell by the sound of his breath in my ear that he's just as close as I am.

"Untie me," I beg. "Please, I'm dying to touch you."

He growls, a low rumbling in his chest, and I'm sure he's going to deny me. At the last second, though, his hand shoots up and he pulls the knot free, and I can finally put my hands against the warm skin of his chest, caressing him and wrapping my arms around his neck as he takes me with hard, merciless strokes.

He pulls his head up, and his eyes lock onto mine. "Come for me," he demands.

I gasp, the dirty words making the pleasure in the pit of my stomach swell. It's all so overwhelming. He's everywhere, his hands and mouth roaming my body, his thick girth driving into me. All the sensations build, and the next time his hips rock against mine, I break.

It all sends me spiraling, and the orgasm I've been chasing crashes through me. Tobias isn't far behind, and as I convulse around him, his whole body stiffens. With a final thrust, he fills me with his release, his rigid tool buried to the hilt.

"Fuck, Teagan," he gasps, pressing his forehead to mine.

We're both sweaty and panting, and for a moment, we stay there, just enjoying the moment and the afterglow. When he finally does move, he slides out of me slowly, and I whimper at the feeling.

He rolls off the bed and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth that he uses to clean us up. He throws the cloth onto the floor before settling into the bed and pulling me into his arms.

"How are you doing?" he asks. "Are you sore?"

"Only a little," I admit.

"Then you'll be just fine for the next round."

"The next round?" I ask, surprised.

He grins. "You don't think this is over, do you? This was just round one, and if you think I'm letting you go now that I have you, you're sorely mistaken."