EMILY
Seth's emerald eyes turned a shade darker, glittering in the dim light, his nostrils flared. I watched as his gaze swept slowly from bottom to top, lingering over my chest a little longer.
"Shut the door." He commanded in a gravel thick voice.
I closed the door behind me and stepped inside the room.
"Come here." His hand was raised towards me.
I walked to him, feeling my heart beating against my chest, desire flickering to life. He put his hands around my waist, standing between his thighs while he was sprawled in the revolving chair. He had to look up at me due to the height difference now. I placed my hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat of his body through my palms.
"Emily, this is wrong. You understand that, right?" His voice had a deep baritone, he swallowed, "I'm your housekeeper, and you're..."
"I know."
"Your family employs my mother."
I ignore what he was saying, "I like what you did to me the other day."
He swept my hair away from my shoulders, his warm breath fanned over my skin giving me goosebumps. "I've been controlling myself, and I didn't want to scare you but you're making this so fucking hard for me."
"Well, you don't have to. Control yourself, I mean." I picked his large hand and placed it over the mound of my breast, and squeezed. "Do whatever you want with me."
My entire body buzzed with unadulterated desire. I didn't know if any guy could ever make me feel this way.
"Emily..." he choked.
His other hand trailed over my back, his fingers unclasped my bra expertly, peeling it off and getting it out of the way.
My skin was feeling hot all over, like I was coming down with a fever even though the air-conditioner was blasting in the room. He held my gaze, the intensity within the debts driving me crazy and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the colors in his eyes were: not completely green, it had a violet hue to it. Long lashes that should be illegal on a guy.
He grabbed my ass, hauling me into his lap and onto the chair. The chair toppled backward and we both laughed.
"I'm too heavy." I complained, "the chair won't be able to handle us together."
"The bed then?" He offered.
I nodded.
He climbed onto the bed and sat with his back with against the headboard. I joined him there. It didn't take us long before were a blur of hands and mouths, kissing each other fervently. We were trying to kill each other with the way our mouths devoured.
He pulled me back into his lap, holding me roughly by the nape of my neck as I stranded him. I had to force our lips apart so I could talk. "I'm probably really heavy. Maybe I should lie down."
"No baby, this feels good." He groaned, his tongue licking a path between my breasts. His hands were already mauling them, kneading and teasing the nipples to the point where I cried in equal amounts of pain and pleasure.
"I like the pressure of your weight on top of me." He said. "I fucking love it." He put his hand on my butt and pulled me taut against his boxers, so I could feel his thick cock through the fabric.
Feeling blind with desire, I rubbed myself on him, seeking release. "Seth...touch me, please."
His hand reached my underwear and he started tugging it when he stopped. His fingers shook, "Emily, you're still seventeen." He ran his fingers through his hair, "If your dad or someone finds out, it could get me into serious trouble."
I understood what he was saying. He would be charged with assaulting a minor and that would completely screw up the sports scholarship he had.
I cupped his face to mine. Our lips smashed before I promised him, "no one would know. Nobody..." I whispered as if the walls could hear us, "This stays between you and me."
I brought his hand back to the waistband of my underwear. "Touch me."
"Baby, I don't know. It doesn't feel right. I can't take your virginity right now when I know you'll regret it later."
I bit my lip.
"I'm not a virgin." I confessed.
* * *
SETH
I'm not a virgin.
The words rang in my head.
"Oh...um..." I was speechless. I gave out a dry laugh, "sorry. I just assumed that you were."
"It's okay."
"Can I..." it was stupid that I assumed she was a virgin. I mean she was hot, and her lack of experience screamed virgin to me but it was evident I was bad at reading these things. "Can I know who the guy was? Anyone I know from school?" Then I quickly added, "I wouldn't kill him or anything. I just wanted to know."
I wasn't prude, and I was the last person who had any right to be envious about the guy she had given her virginity to when I'd all but slept around a lot. Regardless, I had a sudden urge to pound the shithead whoever had been inside her before me.
"He wasn't from school. Let's not talk about it right now. Maybe some other time."
That suited me fine. I didn't want details.
"I want to keep my word. I won't fuck you until you're eighteen."
Her expressions showed me how disappointed she was. "But I already had sex. What does it matter?"
"I said I won't fuck you but there are other things we could do." I told her because hell if I had any control left inside me, not when she looked like this, and offering herself over.
She was horny with a capital 'H' as I was, and if it wasn't going to be me, I knew for sure there would be some other guy more than willing to help Emily with the particular predicament.
I reached down to touch her damp panties. She whimpered and spread her legs. I touched her over the fabric which made her hips buck towards my fingers. Tentatively, I peeled off her underwear and let it slide on the floor leaving her completely bare to me.
I was going to die from the naked sight of her. She was more beautiful that I had ever imagined. My fantasies had definitely not done any justice to the real deal.
Her glorious huge tits begged for my mouth, and her cunt was pink and glistening. I covered my body with hers, making sure I didn't crush her under my weight. My fingers grazed her core making her moan, her arousal coated my fingers as I traced her folds, dipping one long middle finger inside her.
Her breathing labored as she arched her back, clenching the coverlet, "Seth..."
"You want more?"
"Yessss." She closed her eyes.
I pushed another finger inside, pumping them in and out of her, bringing her closer to release, plunged them deeper, enjoying the feel of her moist walls. With the other hand, I whipped out my cock, spit into my palm and began fisting it.
She put her hand over mine stopping me, "let me do it." She offered.
Seconds later, Emily Mae had my dick in her hand and she was stroking it. I couldn't believe this was happening. Her manicured fingers wrapped around my cock as she pumped, placing slopping kisses over my chest. "Am I doing it correctly?" she asked. "Tell me if I'm not."
I closed my hand around hers and showed her what to do. Emily was a fast learner; her thumb ran over my crease which drove me fucking nuts. All that pent up sexual frustration that had built for weeks didn't leave me with too much stamina. I was about to come when I stopped her.
"I want you to come first." Because I was a fucking gentleman in bed.
Yeah right.
I stroked her faster, building up the pressure, giving her what she was chasing so desperately after. Her chest rose and fell, "come on, baby. You're close."
She grabbed for my neck, pulling me down to her. I went willingly, jamming my tongue into her mouth while I my fingers continued to fuck her. I stroke that sweet G-spot that I knew would push her over the edge.
And it did. I would never disappoint her.
She came, her voice ringing like a sweet melody to my ears. She quickly got down to work and closed her hand around my dick.
It didn't take me long to follow. I came hard and fast, the orgasm unleashing through me as if a dam had broken. I clenched my teeth, my entire body shaking and I screamed my release as ribbons of cum spurted all over my stomach and Emily's hands.
She didn't stop until she'd emptied me completely. I wondered if I'd teleported to heaven and back because this damn near felt like I was in heaven.
I don't know, if she told me she was an angel, I would believe her.
Emily looked at her hand that was now sticky, "Did you like it?"
"Like is not the word I would use, Emily Mae."
She frowned.
"It was fucking amazing." I grinned. "I hope I made you feel good too?"
She pressed her breasts to my chest, so my jizzz was smeared over her body. We were filthy and needed to shower asap, but I didn't care. she gave me a quick kiss. "I'll give you an A+ for your talented hands, housekeeper boy." She teased, a blush creeping over her face, but I admired her for being so fucking bold.
"How generous of you, madam." I winked at her. "Maybe I could offer you more of my fantastic services in the future."
She laughed and hit me with a pillow. I untangled myself from her body, "Let me clean you up."
But Emily had other plans.
"No. Let's just take a bath together."
Whatever Emily wants, Emily gets.
* * *
The bathroom was too big, her brother had gone all out and even installed a flat screen. Bottles of expensive champagne, whiskey, and wine lined up in the corner. I imagined they were used by Emily's brother when he lived here.
What can I say, Rich people have rich ways. Emily politely told me I was welcome to use them because she was nice.
As much as I would have loved to imagine I was her equally wealthy boyfriend who'd sneaked into her house to have a bath with her. That wasn't true.
She was sleeping with the housekeeper. I was every brother and father's nightmare come true.
Yet, instead of convincing her what we were doing was wrong, I held her beneath the spray of the shower like she would always be mine and kissed her.
My dick was excited once again.
Fucker.
It was nice to stand below the warm spray and just kiss her. We had created our own little bubble where the outside world ceased to exist. The way she looked at me innocently with dark eyes filled with so much trust, it did something to my heart.
When we were back in bed, comfortable and snuggled under the covers, I decided to voice what was going on in my head. "Can I ask who it was? The lucky guy that was your first?"
She sighed, rolling her eyes, "You're not going to give up, are you?"
"Nope."
I'd promised I wouldn't care or push the subject and ask for details to torture myself.
Guess I had chosen torture.