Contract of Desire

My best friend’s words rang in my ears, “have you ever had sex with a man?” I could see Sophia Moore’s eyes filled with judgment. She was fun, wild, and definitely liked to push more drinks on me than I should have during a work event. We worked together, which made the days go by quickly when we would chat back and forth on the company chat platform. Of course it was private, so we couldn’t get into trouble for ogling the men of the company. I stared at the ceiling of my hotel room; my world spun a little as I tried to get my bearings. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt I was spinning on the bed, holding tight to the comforter in case I was about to fall off. “You’re still young, Will! In a month you’ll be twenty-six, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You had other priorities.” Even though she said I shouldn’t be ashamed, I was. I thought I was cute enough; I was hit on every so often. But nothing ever came of the flirting. I would get a guy’s number and message him that same night. After days of waiting for a response, I would give up and continue on with my life. “You know what you should do?” Sophia slurred, “you should find yourself a handsome guy and just go for it. Experience it. That way you won’t be nervous when you actually want to go for a guy you want. Hell, even just flick your bean would release some of that tension. I have some pornos I could share with you to help you along.” I remember her taking a drink and giving me a wink over her glass. I couldn’t remember how I responded. By that point I had lost count of the drinks Sophia shoved in my face. So much for being professional. I laid there alone, head spinning, and the words she said still haunting me. She was right though, I had never been in a relationship, never been kissed, and never had sex. Those were the milestones that I should have had years ago. But I was distracted. As Sophia said, I had other priorities. Sophia made these comments before, but now I could feel the desire building in me, something awakening within me. A fire was lit, and I wasn’t going to let that fire go to waste. I rolled over and pulled my phone in front of my face, I couldn’t focus on the words. I closed one eye and typed ‘Moore.’ As soon as the name popped up, I quickly typed a message to my bestie. [You’re right, I need to do something to relax. Go ahead and send those films.] Even in my drunken state, I couldn’t type out pornos, it was too shameful. I stared at my phone for what felt like an eternity. No response. [Common! Don’t play dumb. Hell, if you don’t have films find me a man and send him up to room 1501.] My heart thudded in my chest, normally Sophia would respond in a fraction of a second. Now she was blissfully absent. I stared as the minutes ticked by. Nothing. I guess she went to sleep. Oh well tomorrow we would have a good laugh and I would go onto my normal life, being little mousey Willow Carter. I laid back down and closed my eyes, willing for sleep to squash the fire within my core. Before I could drift off to sleep a soft knock came to the door. I leapt out of bed; I knew my best friend would pull through. She would probably toss a USB at me and say, ‘go crazy.’ I swung the door open, “about time…Mr. Moore?” I was shocked. My boss stood in front of me, really he was my boss’ boss’ boss’ boss. He was the owner and president of ‘Moore Enterprises,’ Ogden Moore. My mouth hung open as I stared at him. He was as gorgeous as ever, the only thing he wore was the hotel bath robe. His hair was damp, almost as if he just stepped out of the shower, not his normal dark blond hair coiffed just so. I could see tattoos peeking out from the opening on his chest. I didn’t know he had tattoos. The fire that burned within me roared, and my panties were instantly wet. I couldn’t say anything as he put his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him. I could feel his hard body under that robe. I stared up into his eyes, unsure what was about to happen. He brought his lips crashing down onto mine. I could taste the whiskey on his breath, it was delicious. He like me, had been drinking all night and he was as drunk as I was. His tongue brushed the seem of my lips, I opened for him. He swept my mouth feverishly, as if kissing me was what was keeping him alive. He pushed me into my room and up against the wall to keep us both steady. His hard dick rubbed against my stomach, bigger than I thought possible. A groan rumbled in his chest as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. His dick rubbed against my sensitive nub, I gasped. I pulled away and tried to catch my breath. I looked into his green eyes. They were laser focused on me, my lips, and I could feel he was more than ready for me. This was going to happen, I was going to lose my virginity to not only the hottest guy in the world but was also rich and powerful. This was no doubt going to be a one-night stand for him, but for me, I would treasure this and keep it hidden and pull it out when I needed a pick me up. I would come to terms with the fact that he probably would act like this didn’t happen and when he saw me in the halls of the company he would act like I didn’t exist. It was easy for Ogden; he didn’t remember that we went to junior high and high school together. There was not a flicker of recognition on his face. I forgave him though, I was forgettable, I was known as mousey Willow after all. And really, how often would I see him in the halls? I worked on the lower levels, and he worked on the top floor. Recovering from this would be easy. I would instantly need to thank Sophia for sending him up to my room. My bestie really outdid herself. ‘What the hell? Enjoy it while it’s on a silver platter in front of you.’ I said to myself. I crashed my lips down and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him to me, harder than we were before. I needed him. I needed him to squelch this fire burning within me threatening to burn me alive. He clumsily walked to the bed and tossed me onto it with a squeal. He removed his robe, he worn nothing underneath. I bit my lip in anticipation. He dove onto me, pulling my nightgown over my head, laying claim to my body.