Genius at Heart

Beau:

Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay, or he was an asshole. Or both.

Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost hermit, virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to, to help rid her of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it on prom night these days.

She was not that pretty, and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn't want a hot hunk to ride?

And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she want to meet someone from a social media platform and discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one.

She wanted it on her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the place, so to speak.

The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising, she hoped.

She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passably pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress, specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It accentuated her round bust, tiny waist, flat midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait.

Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn't chicken out.

With her eyes counting the luminous stickers in her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing.

When she looked down, he was done, coming in the rubber. She kicked him out of her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid, nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again. She had better things to do. Which she did.

In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been prouder of herself. Practicing freelance employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss, and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago.

At twenty-three, being single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps, maybe she could have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in relationships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not?

She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think!

She knew it was a bit cold-blooded to use a man, but again, why not? Men had been using women for the same purpose.

Shit! Enough of the sappy mood. She needed a man. Specifically, a cock. And ultimately a sperm donor. And she desperately needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm she had only read about in novels. She hoped it would happen tonight while she was ovulating. Or she would have to do this all over again next month.

She swept a swift glance around the dimly lit interior. Nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned her attention to the cute bartender.

"Another drink, Ms.?" His interest in her was noted. He had been flirting on and off since she came in. Giving him a thin smile, she nodded.

"Dry martini, please." She hardly drank but she needed courage. Not with the bartender, but with whoever might catch her fancy tonight.

So, it would not be mistaken that the interest was mutual, she turned her scrutiny to the dimly lit interior once more.

The place was packed. Men in casual attire. Women barely dressed moved about with come hither looks. Some grind on the dance floor. Some have chosen partners for the evening. Good for them.

Beau was about to order another drink when someone caught her attention near the entrance. Her jaw dropped and she blinked. Hot damn! He looked like a god. All arrogant confidence like he owned the world.

He was very tall and heavily muscled under his black Armani. His perfectly tailored suit fitted his perfect physique, moulding to his thighs, his tapered abdomen and up his wide chest to his broad shoulders. Her widened eyes reached his chiselled jaw, well-defined nose, and sharp gaze, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Awareness flickered her suddenly sensitized skin. He was so freakishly beautifully attractive that he took her breath away.

She didn't realize she was blatantly eye-fucking him until their eyes collided across the room. For a moment, people around them faded and it was just the two of them. His dark gray orbs had a hard glint in them. His tightly clenched jaw was ticking. Her cheeks burned from humiliation. He caught her looking at him boldly and he didn’t like it one bit. His displeasure reached her across the room.

The first man she was totally attracted to, and he didn’t want her. What the hell! Life was so unfair. Who was she kidding? The Adonis could have any woman he wants. Men like him only had to crook his finger and women would come to him crawling on their knees. And it was obviously not for her. She was not that desperate. Yet.

She decided to stay a few more minutes and go home. It was a stupid idea anyway. She wasted two weekends instead of earning more money.

Yes. It was time to move on and forget the crazy hot attraction she felt for the man. If only. She mentally shook her head and her chin firmed.

Licking her wounds, she went to the dark corner of the dance floor instead, near the exit sign. She knew about saving face. One dance and she would kiss this place goodbye.

Enjoying the beat of the music, she indulged. Eyes closed, hips swaying. His face kept popping in her head. God! Go away.

She tried to think of other things and distract herself to avoid looking at him again. It was useless. She really wanted that man. Seriously. There was a throbbing need inside of her she couldn't forget. Her thighs clenched unconsciously. She knew she was moist down there.

The music was about to end, and she had made up her mind to go home. She gasped audibly when her back was pulled against a hard body, and strong hands surrounded her swaying hips, guiding her rhythm. Her whole body stiffened. She was about to give him a piece of her mind. Nobody touches her without her consent. Hot air tickled her skin and the man behind her bent his head to kiss her neck. Then lick it. She shivered.

"Are you dancing for me, moya lyubov?" he murmured, pressing his lips on her heated skin. Oh, God! It's him. She knew it was him. She didn't have to turn her head to look at him. She had no idea why but, she was sure. "Hmm…cat got your tongue, baby?"

Confidence, Beau. This was her only chance to get laid. To him, no less. She cleared her throat. "What if I am dancing for you?"

Her voice came out breathless. He pulled her closer until she felt his hard length grinding above her tail bone. She responded by gyrating her hips. He cursed something in a foreign language, then he groaned. Good. He was affected as well.

"Fuck! I want you." His voice was gruff with arousal. To give them a bit of privacy, he pulled her deeper into a dark corner. She faced him this time. With no space between them, he looked down at her, searching her eyes. His were still glinting hard, however, they were also filled with lust.

Tentatively, she laced her arms on his nape, pulling him down, he was tall even with her heels. He must have caught on to what she wanted because he cupped her ass in his hands to pull her up, moulding their bodies together before crushing his lips to hers with hunger. He swallowed her moan, plunging his tongue deep, exploring her taste. She savoured him as well, sucking his tongue, tasting a hint of vodka. He was delicious. Headier than any Martini.

He responded to her ardour by rubbing his rod on her tummy while he kept on massaging her hips and ass. The hot kiss went on and on until they both had to separate to breathe. Both panting heavily, chest heaving, her breasts riding below his hard chest, still glued together with no plans to separate until their desire for each other was fulfilled.

"I…" clearing her cloggy throat, she continued. "I want you." Her voice was a whisper, but he heard her. "We can—" She was about to say they can go somewhere private. He shook his head. Did he change his mind? He must have seen the disappointment in her eyes because his look softened.

"Not here, detka. My hotel. I want to fuck you all night. And I don't want anyone else to see your delectable body." God! The way he talked. She nodded her head, aware that her cheeks were flaming. Thank God, the lights were dimmed. It was not the time to be missish.

To her surprise, he hefted her in his massive arms, carrying her to the back exit of the bar. He knew what he was doing. It was weird to trust him, but her instincts did.

Ignoring the hungry gazes of women, she held onto his neck, nuzzling her cheek on his broad chest. She guessed she hit the jackpot tonight. Sorry, bitches.

The chill in the air caressed her skin, and she shivered. He held her closer, sharing his body heat. Beau closed her eyes, savouring his strength.

He barked orders in Russian. Immediately, a car door opened for them, and he deposited her gently on the black leather seat. Following her immediately, he sat down and pulled her closer to his body.

"Close the panel, Dmitry." Again, his voice was so commanding and deep, she shuddered in anticipation. He must have caught on because he pulled her astride his lap, her legs spread on each side.

"Oh, god!" The short dress she was wearing was folded up to her hips, which he took advantage of by kneading her buttocks covered in a silky red lace thong. The front was no better. His thick length, covered by his pants throbbed for her wet panties, which haphazardly covered her slit.

"My name's Dominic, baby. Scream my name when you cum." Since they were now private, the kiss they shared was unfettered. Hungrier. More desperate. He nibbled her lips, plunging his tongue, and sweeping the crevice of her mouth. His hands were not idle either. He showed her how to ride his length even though they were still fully clothed. It went on and on, making her lose her mind.

She protested when he lifted his mouth. "We are here, baby,” he smirked, noticing her coloured cheeks. She hadn't even realized they had reached the hotel.

He exited first, and showing he was a gentleman, he assisted her from the car. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, he swept her in his arms again. Ignoring the patrons around them, he didn't even stop at the receptionist, but went straight to a private elevator where a man in all black held the door open for them.

Three men followed them inside, making her nervous. Shit! She hoped she didn't make a mistake. She didn’t want anyone else, just him. He must have read her expression because his face hardened.

"I will never hurt you nor share you with anyone, moya lyubov. You are mine and mine alone." There was a fire in his dark gray eyes that had spoken the truth. She smiled faintly at him, letting him know she trusted him. It was as crazy as it sounded.

The ding of the elevator informed her they were on his floor. His men held the doors open for them, yet they didn't follow. Dominic carried her to the only set of double doors on the floor. The place looked like a penthouse. His men bowed their heads, leaving them alone.

Dominic adjusted her in his arms so he could place his palm on a scanner, giving them entry to his suite.

He walked directly to his elegant bedroom with a masculine interior. She never got the chance to admire the suite.

God! This is it.

Her mind was made up. Even if she tried, the man holding her possessively would not let her run away until he had slaked their lust.

Beau:

Oh, God! She was really losing her virginity tonight. And she had picked a living and breathing Adonis to do the job.

He carried her to his mammoth bed with ease, as if she weighed nothing. Her dark brown eyes were hazy with lust as she observed.

Dominic was devastatingly magnificent. He held himself with confidence, and an air of dominance surrounded him which excited her even more.

He tossed her on his bed playfully and she had to smother her squeal of surprise. He chuckled deeply. His whole countenance changed, making the hard planes of his face soften. Lips curving with amusement, he watched her with his gleaming dark gray eyes.

Her bravado left her at once. Should she tell him?

She couldn't do it. He might balk and kick her out of his room if he knew. She knew men like him had no use for inexperienced virgins. She just had to act like she knew what she was doing so it wouldn't be too obvious and tried to recall the smut chapters she read from her books to guide her.

Dominic stared at her hungrily and he began to undress. Shrugging his coat off, he loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his dress shirt. God! He was a fine specimen of a man—all hard muscles, broad chest, and washboard abs.

Should she follow his lead? She was about to get up and stopped when he shook his head.

"No. Let me." His voice was thick, gravelly. She clenched her thighs, and his eyes narrowed to her wet crotch. With urgency, he toed off his shoes followed by his pants, leaving him in black silk boxers which kept his thick arousal hidden for the time being.

Beau licked her lips, her eyes caressing his chest, peppered with dark hair leading down to his 6 pack and his defined V. "You look beautiful, Dominic," she whispered in awe, committing what she was discovering to memory.

"You are the one that is beautiful, baby," he murmured, his dark eyes never leaving her form.

When he finally removed his boxers, she gulped. Shit! It wouldn't fit. It was long and thick. Veins were throbbing on his member, which was as thick as her wrist, maybe thicker, and the head was swollen with clear moisture at the slit. "You have never seen a cock?" His brow was arched, and he looked puzzled by her reaction.

"I…um…I have…" Her voice was so small, she could barely hear herself. Dominic fisted his cock before her, it swelled even more. He pierced her with his narrow-eyed stare.

"I don't want to hear about your previous lovers. From now on, your pussy belongs to me. No one else." She trembled from his possessiveness. His tone was harsh, yet his touch was gentle. His warm hands toucher her ankles, removing her shoes, and he massaged the ache in her heels, earning a moan of relief from her.

With the grace of a panther, he crawled on top of her, parting her legs to give him room to play. Reaching for the hem of her dress, he pulled it off her slowly, unveiling every inch of her body. She was not wearing a bra; her dress had cups sewn on it.

She could feel his hot breath blowing on her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She grew very conscious in her lacy underwear, while he sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at her breasts with barely leashed hunger. Her light brown nipples were pebbled in anticipation. "Fuck! You are gorgeous, baby!"

Dominic's hand trembled as he released her hair from its chignon, replacing it with his fingers, and tilting her head towards him so he could ravage her lips. They both groaned. She responded with lust, learning from him. Her hands kneaded the bunching muscles on his back, caressing his smooth skin. Growing bolder, she reached for his taut ass to feel more of him. He humped heavily and firmly on her thinly covered slit.

"Dominic…" She arched her neck, pleading for further intimacy.

"Not yet, detka. Let me taste every inch of you before I fuck you." God! It made her want him more when he said the endearment he had picked for her in his native tongue.

As promised, he began to lick her neck, nipping and sucking the skin, leaving red-purple marks. His dark soft locks became her purchase as she offered herself to him. Her blunt nails scraped his scalp and he groaned.

Dominic transferred his ministrations to her heaving breasts, his hot tongue mapping the valley in between, tracing, licking, and kissing towards her left nipple. Without warning, he swooped down, engulfing the pebbled tip. She arched her back, moaning deeply and he sucked hungrily, nibbling gently before soothing the sting away with his wet tongue. He gave her other nipple the same attention while rolling the other one with his thumb and forefinger.

His free hand went to her pussy, caressing her wet slit through her panties. It was too much. She felt like bursting.

"Fuck, Dominic!" She was barely aware that she was rubbing her wet pussy on his rough fingers, seeking relief. He growled, moving down to her navel, making her squirm as he licked her belly button. His teeth nibbled on her skin.

"What are you doing?" She looked down in panic.

"Let me taste your juices, baby,” he answered before going back to his fascination.

"No!" Completely ignoring her, he parted her thighs wider, leaning down to bury his face in her cloth-covered vagina. His tongue darted out, running the wet appendage from top to bottom, groaning at her taste.

"Yes, detka. Your juices taste so good." Dominic's patience left him altogether. With one flick of his wrist, he tore her panties from her hips, leaving her completely bare for his lust. He licked her creamy moisture right from the source, humming in approval. She cried out his name, almost insane with need. "Look at me while I feast on your pussy. I want to see you come."

The dirty words coming from him were an aphrodisiac in and of itself. Heavy lidded, she glanced down at him, panting, legs quivering. He was eating her pussy like a starving man, and the deep throaty sounds he made vibrated through her. As his dark eyes connected to her, his rough fingers parted her mounds, giving her clit full access that he took advantage of right away. He circled his tongue on the bundle of nerves, suckling gently, then gradually adding pressure.

With her legs widely spread by his massive shoulders, there was nothing she could do but receive unbelievable pleasure. The room echoed her moan, and she began to fuck his mouth. Feeling him insert his thick middle finger in her wet slit while sucking on her clit made her undulate her hips. She knew she couldn't take it anymore.

Grinding her wet pussy on his face, for the first time in her life, she came hard without her fingers, screaming his name. Her tight walls contracted on his finger. Her juices flowed, and he lapped her up eagerly, giving her small orgasms. Fuck! She never knew it could be like this. It was her first real orgasm ever.

"Dominic…I need you inside me. Please." She didn't care if she begged. She wanted the whole experience that for her could last a lifetime.

His curses filled the room, letting her know he was about to give her what she wanted. The position he arranged her in made her comfortable. With her slender back on his soft pillows, she could see how he would take her. With eagerness in her brown eyes, she watched him, panting and breathing heavily.

He rocked his hips, sawing his thick length on her pussy, coating him with her cum.

"Watch me while I take you, detka!" he growled. He was big.

Be gentle, please,” she thought.

She felt his swollen head nudge her tiny slit. It took a moment, but then it popped inside. It was a good thing she was so wet, or it would not be easy.

"Fuck! Your pussy is so tight, angel." He closed his eyes in agony, fighting for control. She took a deep breath, trying to relax. Her hands balled into fists on the satin sheets.

Dominic reached down to play with her clit, her muscles relaxed a bit. He thrust forcefully, sinking more than half of his thick length inside her. Hot tears flowed from her, and she bit her lips to keep from sobbing. Shit! It was painful. It felt like he was tearing her in two.

"Baby. Look at me." She wasn't even aware her eyes were shut. Blinking away her tears, she gazed at him, afraid of his reaction.

"I…" she sniffed, "I'm sorry Dominic." Christ! What could she say? He was just so big that she couldn't help but contract around him. He swore savagely when unconsciously more of his length entered her untried walls.

"Don't do that,” he commanded through gritted teeth. She stiffened, not moving. "Breathe, love. You should have told me. I would have prepared you more. I'm sorry, detka. I will be gentle."

Dominic leaned down to kiss her gently. His elbows were propped on either side of her head. Gripping his biceps, letting him soothe her, she returned his kiss, thanking him without words.

The pain inside her slowly ebbed, letting her feel his throbbing cock inside her. Trying to distract her, he returned his mouth to her nipples, sucking her anew. She squirmed, seeking more. He understood and he began to thrust slowly. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively. The swollen head hit a spot inside her, and her body bowed, eager for the entirety of his big cock.

Placing her calves on his shoulders, he began to fuck her balls deep, rocking her world. She felt full to the brim, and she was stretched to the limits. The sensitive fleshy spot inside her tingled.

"Dominic…oh god! Deeper!" He groaned with excitement, and grabbing her ass, he taught her how to meet his thrusts. The head bunched, it kept on hitting her womb, he trumped his thumb on her wet clit making her crazy.

"Fuck, yes! Cum on my cock, detka! Now!" She whined and her sobs filled the room along with the wet slapping sounds of their sex. He lay almost flat on top of her with her small frame bent in half as he penetrated her even harder, deeper. She cried out, bursting from the inside out. Her orgasm unravelled from the tips of her hair to every inch of her skin. Her whole body quivered, and her walls contracted rhythmically, milking him and seeking his semen.

While he held her inner thighs further apart, he arched his back, roaring his pleasure, filling her with his hot seed, and the pressure of his swollen cock triggered yet another orgasm from her. It seemed that they couldn't stop cumming. The pleasure coursing through their bodies was so intense. The moans coming out of her as she kept on undulating her hips pleased him a lot.

Gasping for air, her legs slackened, and she released his hips. He laid panting on top of her, still trying to recover. She felt tired and very satisfied.

Suddenly conscious of his weight, murmuring in a foreign tongue, he moved to the side bringing her body on top of his instead.

They were still joined, and he was still throbbing hard inside of her. She guessed they were just catching their breath. They were far from over. The night was young and there was more to explore. She was game if he was.

He was pressing kisses on her hair, her temple, and her neck, humming at her scent.

She puffed hot air on his chest, still out of breath. Her heart was thumping hard. It was the single most exhilarating experience of her life and was more than she could ever imagine.

"Dominic?"

"Hmm…baby?"

"Do you think we can do it again?" His deep chuckle vibrated on her chest, and her nose wrinkled. His chest hair tickled.

"Yes. I am just giving your pussy time to recover. You were a virgin, my love." She could hear the underlying chide in his words.

With her elbows propped on his chest, she gave him a beaming smile. He blinked and blinked again. The smile he gave her almost made her heart stop.

With practiced ease, he guided her on top of him, which made his thick cock bury deeper inside her. They both cried out at the sensation.

"Shit! You are deeper, Dominic,” she gasped and began to ride him. He gripped her ass, guiding her clumsy rhythm. In this position, she could watch how much pleasure she gave him. With gritted teeth, face graven, and jaw clenched, fighting for control, he let her ride him. His head was thrown back against the pillows, and his eyes were shut.

"Fuck! I am going to ride your pussy and fill it with cum until you can't walk tomorrow. Again, and again." His wild accent, his harsh deep growls, and his seductive words made her squirm with anticipation. With his hands on her breasts, and his fingers tweaking her nipples, he triggered another intense orgasm for her. Wailing, she came for him. Yes!

Yes. Love me all night, she thought.