Arrangement With A Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers #1) (22 page)

T
he kiss was so damned
sweet. Why had Isla never noticed that Arturo had soft lips? She’d known he was a good kisser, but she hadn’t realized his skills went to quite this level. It was easy to get lost in what Arturo was doing to her and forget that she’d wanted to kiss him to comfort him, not to get swept away in the warm, tingling sensation of it all as he slid his tongue across hers and licked deep inside.

Like he was trying to own her.

Well, own her more than her contract allowed.

And Isla didn’t mind that in the least. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her body against his hard, larger, muscular one. Her nipples tightened beneath her dress, and that pressure of their bodies pushing so close to each other, grabbing onto each other and trying to get closer, didn’t ease that ache in the least.

It made it worse.

And what was that cologne he was wearing? It was good, and she was only just noticing it now.

Probably because she was pressing herself against him and no longer worried about what her mother and father were thinking about. And as far as they were concerned, Isla wanted them as far out of her thoughts as she could send them while she let her fingers slide into Arturo’s dinner jacket.

She allowed her fingernails to gently scrape across the silken expanse of his button down, finding his nipples beneath the material and sliding her nails across them until they hardened even more.

He groaned in her mouth, a warm sound that made her lips and tongue, along with the rest of her body, vibrate.

He pulled back from the kiss, and the cold rush of air that met Isla was completely unwelcome. Her hands were already on the back of his head, gripping the soft strands of his black hair, wanting to pull him back down for another kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

She nodded, her sex swelling and throbbing from what Arturo had just promised. “Yes.”

“Right here.”

“Right.” Isla’s eyes widened, and she looked around to make sure they were alone. “Will anyone see us?”

“Probably, but I don’t care. Do you?”

His large, strong hands were already moving across her stomach and waist. He wasn’t touching her where she needed to be touched, and maybe that was why the pulsing heat inside of her got to be so much worse than it should have been.

She definitely wasn’t thinking with her head. “No, I don’t care,” she said, and Arturo allowed himself to be pulled down roughly for another kiss. Isla groaned into his mouth when his hands grabbed onto the swell of her ass and lifted her up.

He was so damned strong. She’d known this already. Ignoring the fact that she’d seen him during a workout session before, she’d also been naked with him and touched his body enough times to know about the power he had.

Physical power was a thing in its own ranking system compared to social and financial power, and Arturo had all of that in spades.

That was probably why she got such a thrill when he pulled her up into his arms.

Isla’s dress gave her enough leeway that curling her legs around his waist was easy. With the way her legs gripped him, Arturo only needed to hold onto her with one hand as he used the other to pull the fabric of her dress out of the way.

Though, from Isla’s position in that moment, she got the feeling he would’ve been able to do that, regardless of any help she was offering.

She couldn’t keep her mouth off his skin. She leaned in to kiss at his throat, sucking on it and not being satisfied until she was sure something would be left behind to prove she was there, that she and Arturo were doing this and, for the moment, he was hers.

It was something of a frantic scramble after that. She held herself up while he pushed her dress and panties out of the way. He didn’t rip the flimsy material completely off her, but he did stretch them to the point that she would have to throw them away after this.

Isla heard the rip and everything, and that made her body feel even warmer.

“Hurry, hurry up,” she begged, panting her words because she was feeling too hot to breathe and too crushed to take in a proper lungful as she was pressed between Arturo and the wall.

With the fabric of her dress in the way when Isla looked down, she couldn’t properly see Arturo’s hand, but she could hear the clink of his belt buckle as he loosened it, and she could see the frantic motion of his arm as he fought to free his cock.

She wanted to see it. She wanted to see how hard he was, see his prick throb, see if there was pre-cum forming at the slit, but she couldn’t, and that brought on a whole new level of frustration that she hadn’t been expecting.

Arturo couldn’t exactly see her either, but she could feel the touch of his cock head. She felt it as it touched the lips of her vagina, pushing up between them, searching for her entrance.

It didn’t exactly take him long to find it. Why would it have? Arturo knew full well what he was doing, and it more than showed as he thrust inside of her.

Isla opened her mouth and threw her head back. A squeak escaped her, embarrassingly enough, as though the pleasure and the shock of being filled and stretched so suddenly were all too great for her to form any proper sounds.

She still couldn’t see Arturo’s cock, but now she could definitely feel him. She felt the hot throb of his dick as the length of that hard column pushed deeper inside of her. One long, pleasant slide until he could go no further, and Isla felt the touch of his tight, hard testicles against her sex.

She sighed. Arturo pressed his face to the crook of her neck and shoulder and release a guttural groan.

“Don’t stop. Keeping moving,” she begged, pressing her mouth to the shell of his ear as she gripped his hair because she didn’t know what else to do with herself.

Another groan, and Arturo’s hips canted back before plunging forward in one hard motion.

Another squeak escaped her throat. Isla wished she would cut it out with that noise, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. It was there and it wasn’t looking like it was about to stop.

His hand moved to her breast, squeezing hard through the fabric of her dress and her bra. She felt the lust and desire burning through him as he gripped her hard. She wanted more of it. She wanted… she wanted it
harder
.

“Fuck me harder,” she panted into his ear.

Arturo said nothing, he just did as she asked. Every time he pulled back, his forward thrust was firmer, slapping against her body and making her bounce on his cock and against the wall. Each groan he released against her throat was pornographic. Isla thrust back against him, feeling the pleasure mounting, needing to reach the end, wanting it to last forever but for it to hurry up and be over so she could ride that high that came from an orgasm.

And she wanted him to feel good, too. She wanted him to look at her. He wasn’t looking at her.

“Arturo,” she said, partly moaning his name and partly just trying to get his attention as he thrust inside of her.

It felt so damned good that she nearly gave up and just let him do what he needed to do.

She was in that perfect place of high–tension sexual gratification, the one it was hard to get into and stay into. Every thrust stretched and opened her more, and her pleasure was swelling and sizzling hot. She moaned with each powerful movement that made her bounce on his hips, but at the same time, that toe-curling pleasure wasn’t reaching any higher.

It meant that this lasted longer. Isla could enjoy herself and not worry about coming too soon and putting their fun to an end.

But Arturo was still not looking at her, and it was driving her insane.

She gripped his hair tight in her fingers and heard his groan from the pain, but she didn’t care.

“
Look
at me,” she demanded.

He did. There was something in his eyes that she didn’t quite understand, but she did recognize the heat.

Arturo paused for only a second, and then he was moving again.

“You like this?” he asked, rolling his hips.

Okay, so that heightened sense of pleasure was no longer at a standstill. It spiked inside of her.

Isla moaned. “Yes.”

“Tell me how much. I’ll stop if you don’t.”

She felt her eyes fly wide, and weirdly enough, Arturo’s threat stoked a fire inside of her that made everything so much more desperate. She needed to get off. She was right there at the precipice and she wanted to fly off the edge, but she couldn’t yet.

Arturo would see to it that she didn’t, at least not with any help from him, if she didn’t say something.

“Start talking, Isla. I don’t understand silence,” he said, but even as he tried to sound strong and in control—which he was—he still panted for breath as much as she did.

He thrust forward again, making her bounce up just a little higher against the wall. Her words sailed off the swooping arch of her long moan.

“I like it,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head. She’d never talked dirty before, so she was going to have to hope he liked her flimsy attempt well enough to not be an asshole and leave her hanging. “I love feeling your big cock stretching me open. I love the way you push inside me like you own me.”

Isla looked at Arturo again, and that same look from before was back on his face, like he was trying to see through her but couldn’t quite do it. What was he looking for?

She bit her lip and shut her eyes again as she moaned. Her fingers tightened in his hair one more time without meaning to, but if he was in pain, he didn’t complain about it.

“Arturo, seriously,” she said, forcing her eyes back open, “I hope you don’t want to hear anything else, because I honestly don’t know what to say.”

He grinned at her just then, slowing the motion of his hips, his hands sliding down her waist and to her ass, gripping her tight. “You don’t? That’s adorable.”

Isla huffed out a breath. It was easy to glare at him, even as she fought against the pleasure that swelled inside of her. “Just get me off, and I’ll call you every name in the book if you want me to.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” he murmured, still panting, still smiling at her like she had done something amusing.

Another circle of his hips pushed his cock deeper still. How was he doing that? The worst part about it was he wouldn’t stop smiling at her, and his hands were starting to leave warm tingles across Isla’s skin as he touched her. It was like every inch of her skin became as sensitive as her sex or her nipples, and because of her dress, it still wasn’t completely skin to skin.

That was the most frustrating part.

Then he moved again and it was done; it was over. Isla was going to come no matter what Arturo did and whether either of them wanted it or not. She was leaning off the edge now, looking down at the long drop that led to the implosion of her pleasure.

“Oh, God, I’m coming!” she gasped, squeezing her thighs tighter around Arturo’s waist. “Move, move, move, please move,” she begged.

He did.

There was no more playing around. Arturo pushed forward and back like he meant it. He fucked her hard and fast, and almost before he started, she was coming, shouting, gripping him tight, but now she could ride it out.

Arturo’s mouth attacked Isla’s neck and mouth with biting kisses and sucking. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she sucked on it hard just as she felt the flood of warmth spurting inside of her.

She moaned, wanting that too, wanting all of it.

Arturo milked himself for what seemed like ages. Her swollen sex started to feel uncomfortable and maybe even a little in pain as he rode out his orgasm, but she wanted that, too. She wanted him to get off inside of her. She wanted him to enjoy this as much as she had.

When he stopped, he leaned against Isla’s chest, which in turn pushed her back against the wall and propped the both of them up. He was panting and warm, and so was she. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

“That… that was ridiculous,” she said, sucking back another breath and looking up to the ceiling. “Oh, God, that was, like, a ten-second orgasm.”

Arturo’s laugh puffed gently against her neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk like that before.”

“Mmm,” was all she could muster. It seemed that a good orgasm was enough to make her start talking like she was still nineteen, only without the bitchy accent.

At least he seemed to feel better. That was good.

Isla kissed the side of Arturo’s jaw. “I miss your stubble,” she said, noting its absence for the first time.

“I’ll be sure not to shave tomorrow,” he replied, setting her back down on her feet.

Her dress immediately fell back down into place. Though her panties felt off center, she wasn’t about to grab at them to try and right them. That would look weird if she did that in front of Arturo.

He, however, had to make his pants proper again, tightening his belt.

He didn’t look away from her. His dark eyes were smoldering, and that was a description she didn’t use too often.

It made her heart and stomach flutter, which should not have been possible because of the orgasm she’d just had. It also made her blurt out something incredibly stupid. “That was definitely romance-novel sex.”

Arturo jerked back a little. His expression turned curious as he quirked a half smile at her. “What?” he laughed.

Oh, shit. That was too humiliating. “Nothing, forget it.”

She tried to walk around him, but he stepped in her path, blocking her. The look on his face was like a cat that had cornered a mouse, and this cat wasn’t about to let the mouse get away before it spilled its secret.

“No, I want to make sure I understand this. You think I just gave you romance-novel sex while in my foyer where anyone can watch?”

Isla had forgotten about that. If anyone had come in, she sure as hell had been too preoccupied to notice them, but it was still embarrassing and made her body blush with heat.

“It’s not about the setting; it’s about… the orgasm.”

“The orgasm.”

“I said it was a ten-second orgasm. What else could it be classified as other than romance-novel sex?”