CHAPTER 1: A GUY OR ADULT FILMS

Myla.

“Have you fucked a man before?”

I couldn’t sleep. Those words rolled around and around my head, torturing me as I lay tossing and turning on my hotel bed. The bed was the kind I loved too, super soft to the point where it felt like I was sleeping on a fluffy cloud. The fact that I couldn’t sleep was a special kind of torture.

Of course I’ve fu…had sex with a man before, I thought to myself. Once. Well, maybe. He didn’t actually get the chance to put it all the way in. That still counts though, right?

I turned and looked at the clock, irritated. It was two thirty in the morning. I let out a grumbling sigh.

“You’re still so young, Myla. You need to let your freak flag fly more,” my friend also said. She was the brutally honest type, and proud of it. If I was being honest myself, I often wondered why I kept hanging out with Sofia. All she wanted to do was nitpick my sex life, or lack thereof. “Find yourself a hot guy and just slut out, girl. Don’t be shy. You’re sexy. You’re smoking. Well in a hot, nerd girl sort of way.”

I still remembered the way my cheeks had burned with embarrassment at the things she said to me. You’d think I’d be used to it by now but unfortunately, I’d been cursed with being incredibly uncomfortable talking about anything related to sex. Was it my parents? Did they do this to me? I don’t remember them being overly strict when it came to sex. I don’t remember them being weird about sex either, like telling me it was filthy or dirty or taboo. They had been pretty normal in almost every aspect.

“At the very least, you should do a little self-exploration, if you know what I mean,” Sofia went on, prolonging the torturous conversation even longer. “I’ve got an extensive library of porn on my computer I can send you. Really good shit too. Girl on girl. Guy on girl. Reverse cowgirl. Deepthroat. Orgies. I even got a few really hot cartoon/anime videos if that kind of thing strikes your fancy. What do you say?”

I hadn’t said anything to her except to stutter lamely and have my cheeks start to burn even hotter. I remember my face getting so red it could have probably been used as a beacon for ships in a storm.

I tried to shake off the conversation. I wasn’t even sure why it was bugging me so much. Maybe it was because in just a month, I would be twenty-six. Twenty-six-years old and still a virgin. Who was I kidding? Of course that one time didn’t count. I can’t even really say I’ve been properly kissed before either.

Oh God…

“I’m so lame,” I said to the dark hotel room.

I covered my face with a pillow and let out a muffled, irritated scream. This wasn’t the first time Sofia brought up my…situation. And I was suddenly, and extremely, tired of it. I decided to do something rash so I flipped on a light, went straight to the mini-bar and took out a little bottle of whiskey, tequila, and even a little bottle of vodka. I cracked them open and downed each one as quickly as I could.

I wasn’t much of a drinker either.

The liquor tasted…

Awful!

But they did the trick at least. It got my mind off those embarrassing thoughts. I took another whiskey out of the mini-fridge and guzzled that one too just to be on the safe side. It went down a lot easier than the first three.

“Whoa,” I said to no one and when I realized I was talking to no one, I started giggling to myself. My head felt good.

Very goooood.

I laughed again. Why didn’t I drink more often? It was making me feel really, really, really good.

“Stupid, Sofia,” I murmured. “I’m fun. No. I’m FUCKING fun. And I want sex. I want to…to…FUCK! I want to fucking fuck.”

I giggled again and then made a decision. I went over to my phone and unlocked it. Everything was blurry though but I found my SMS messenger, opened up my text thread with Sofia and sent her a message. Even sending the message made me feel something…pleasant…down south.

Hey babe. My BITCH! Send me those pornography videos! I want to do a little bit of self-exploration. You know what I mean. ;)

I waited and then remembered through my tipsy state that it was after two in the morning. Sofia was probably in bed.

Then the dots popped up in the convoy letting me know she was actually there and she was typing.

??? Was all I got back. Just three question marks. What was that about?

Come on, don’t play dumb! You know what I mean. Or…I know…find me a guy and send him up here. I don’t even care if he’s a male prostitute. You know what room. 501.

But Sofia didn’t respond back. I waited for a long time too and after about fifteen minutes, I realized she had probably fallen asleep.

Maybe it’s for the best, I thought to myself. I just solicited my best friend to find me a male prostitute to finally get me laid. That was insane. What could I be thinking? But of course, the answer to that was simple. It was the alcohol talking.

And it was still making me feel pretty good and pretty horny.

Then a quiet but firm knock came from my room door.

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I opened the door and immediately felt my heart drop all the way to the pit of my stomach. I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing. It was a sexy, black and red negligee that really accentuated my breasts, stomach, and bare legs.

I might be a bit of a prude, but I still liked to feel sexy. Sue me.

“Mr. Ness?” I said, stammering. “What are you..uh..doing here?”

Fabian Ness was a stupidly good-looking man over six feet with brown, professionally styled hair, incredibly deep, blue eyes, and a set of perfect teeth. He also happened to be my boss and the CEO of the company I worked for, Golden Time Consortium. He was staring at me, a sexy half-smile on his face and dressed only in a black, silk robe with red accents that, weirdly enough, matched my current…uh…outfit.

He had his robe open a bit, giving me ample opportunity for my eyes to wander. And wander they did. They seemed to drink in his well-developed chest, his incredible abs, and his…

My mouth felt like it went completely dry while at the same time, I could feel my pussy getting wet. Soaking wet. I could feel my panties getting damper by the second.

“Hello, Ms. Carter,” he said, his voice deep, sultry, and seductive. He pulled out a phone from his robe’s pocket, opened it up to show it to me.

I screwed up my eyes, took a drunken step toward Fabian, and tried to read his phone.

Come on, don’t play dumb! You know what I mean. Or…I know…find me a guy and send him up here. I don’t even care if he’s a male prostitute. You know what room. 501.

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit balls. That went to him!? Even drunk off my ass I knew I was screwed. Then my sluggish head finally put two and two together. If he was here to reprimand me for sending him a dirty text, then why was he in a robe?

“Maybe I’m a bit better than a male prostitute, eh, Ms. Carter?” he said, his eyes drinking me in now. There was a greedy, primal hunger to his body language.

Was he drunk too? I thought maybe he was. Something in his eyes made me think that.

“I’m…,” I started to say. “Wait, what?”

He didn’t respond to me and instead, he lunged forward like a big cat, one hand sliding around the back of my head and gripping it firmly while his other hand gripped my waist. My skin felt hot and electric all at once. My body just melted as his lips found mine, pressing firmly. His tongue gently intertwined with mine and I tasted a lingering hint of liquor.

He is drunk, I thought and somehow that made me even more excited and hornier. In fact, it was the horniest I’d ever been in my whole life.

Reason, to a small extent anyway, tried to come through my drunkenness. Fabian was my boss. This was wrong. Right? Besides, he didn’t even remember me. We sat next to each in at least six different classes throughout high school. In all that time, not one word from him and now he wanted to fuck me?

Shut up, Myla, my brain told me and not very kindly. Shut up and let this man fuck your brains out. You deserve this. You’ve waited long enough. Besides, he’s rich, powerful, and stupid amounts of sexy. You can definitely do worse.

He got me close to the bed, grabbed my ass in both of his hands, lifted me up and then threw me onto my bed’s cloud-like mattress. A giddy thrill rippled through my entire body. His hands pulled off my panties in one quick, confident jerk. They went flying toward the dresser. I let out a gasp and my body started to feel like it was moving on its own. He kissed along my navel first and the sensation of it was so exhilarating, my legs jumped on their own. Then those soft, sensual kisses kept going lower and lower.

His tongue found my waiting, throbbing clit and swirled around it. Slowly at first, then he got faster and faster. My body responded to him like he was a master musician and I was his instrument. Moans I didn’t even think I could make kept coming out of my mouth.

The curtains were open and moonlight bathed my room. As it did, my legs wrapped around Fabian’s head as his mouth explored my pussy even more thoroughly.