In his apartment overlooking the Thames, Ellis McKenna twirled the business card between his fingers and stared out across the river. He saw no lights from late night river-craft. He saw no familiar night-time skyline. He saw no 24/7 bustle of the busy sprawling metropolis.
‘Jess,’ he said to himself, enjoying the name on his lips, short and sweet.
Well, it hadn’t been the usual way he met women for brief, sexual friendships, had it? With hindsight, he realised he’d never actually seduced an employee of any of the many McKenna-owned companies. And he probably shouldn’t start doing it now. It was bad form. Exploitative …
And I’m not even sure you’re the sort of woman who’ll be satisfied with my ‘parameters’, Jess, and one of my three or four week only relationships? You deserve something real, not a shallow fling.
Even so, her image tormented him. He’d have to get her out of his system, because never again could he allow a woman to be in his system. That was the domain of Julie, whom he’d loved, and always would do.
Sex was okay. Sex was often glorious. Sex was a panacea. Sex purely for physical exhilaration and release wasn’t betraying what he and Julie had shared, because that had been more, so much more.
So it was probably best to purge himself now of any disquieting and obsessive thoughts about Jess Lockhart. They could enjoy one of his four-weekers together, and have a high old time of fucking and mutually satisfying sex play, and afterwards they’d move on, refreshed and sated and with stronger hearts, to face both their sets of demons.
Jess’s demon was that she was a virgin, and even though she’d not expressed it in words, she very patently and obviously didn’t want to be one. She wanted sex. He just knew she did.
But do I have the right to be the first?
Now there was a thing. Yes, Jess almost certainly did want to be rid of her virginity, but he sensed she was an old-fashioned girl, well, woman, and didn’t just want to throw it away with just any old man.
You’ll be all right with me, Jessica Lockhart. I’ll make it good for you. Good, with no regrets.
He could imagine her now, in his bedroom here perhaps, her lovely body relaxed and spread before him on his wide, comfortable bed. Her creamy limbs glowing against the immaculate sheets. She had gorgeous legs, he’d seen them, and he’d wager a chunk of his very considerable fortune that the rest of her was just as delicious.
‘Jess,’ he groaned, slipping the card that bore her number into his pocket. His cock was aching furiously, and unfastening his robe, he revealed it as he leant his head against the tempered and one-way glass of his magnificent-viewed window. Clasping his length in his fist, he began to work himself slowly, picturing Jess moving uneasily in his bed, plagued by the same fires of lust that tormented him now.
Had she fancied him? Yes, he was sure she had. He could tell the signs. Bright eyes, flushed face, the pert, spiky way she’d responded to him. She might be a virgin, but she was a sensualist too. He’d no way of knowing why she was still virgin well into her twenties, but a gut instinct told him it wasn’t because she was cold. Quite the reverse. When she did have sex, when she was relaxed, she would enjoy it. She’d love it! And God, did he want to be the first one to light the blue touch paper on an inferno of passion and response.
Working his hand and his hips, he thrust his cock to and fro in the glove of his curled fingers. His pre-come flowed from his tip, the silkiness of it lubricating the slide of his flesh, mimicking the silk that would flow from Jess’s sweet puss when he prepared her long and slowly with pleasure and orgasms.
I’ll introduce you to sex with every power at my command, beautiful girl. That’ll be my project, and my pledge to you. I won’t let some clod who doesn’t appreciate you be the first.
Clamping his fingers tighter around himself, he imagined the sweet, tight grip of her sex, rippling and pulsating around him as she came, for the first time, around a man.
‘Oh dear God,’ he chanted as the white heat of pleasure barrelled down his spine, and through his loins, jetting out as semen that spattered in sticky bursts against the window.
Oh Jess, he thought again, smiling as he slumped against the strong glass, anticipating the delicious times that lay ahead with a bright, delicious woman.
But first, he had a cleaning up job to do. Laughing softly to himself, he fastened his robe, and headed for the utility room, his heart feeling lighter than it had done in a long time.