Billionaire by Design (A BWWM Romance) (10 page)

“That explains those muscles,” Jenna commented as she took a seat on one of the kitchen island’s bar stools. She watched his hands work their magic as the meal began to take shape.

“Yeah, well, he still passed away at only fifty-six,” Zane continued. “His health really started to decline when he hit fifty, and he blamed it on that Agent Orange stuff they sprayed when he was in ‘Nam.”

“I see,” Jenna nodded her understanding.

“Now I just work out here. I expanded the pool house out back and set up a nice home gym. You met my driver, Carl. He’s actually an old family friend. He needed a job, so I set up a small guest house for him out back as well. I give him free rent in exchange for his services.”

“That’s really nice of you,” Jenna smiled.”

“He’s a bit crotchety sometimes, but he’s a good guy. Anyhow, I’ll give you the grand tour after dinner.”

With the chicken breaded and ready to go, he placed it in the preheated oven and took a seat on the stool next to hers. As it cooked, he shared more about his life before probing into hers. She told him about the gang violence and drug abuse she’d grown up around, and how she’d never known her father.

She’d touched on these things the night before, but expounded on them as he held her hand and listened with a look of compassion. She told him about the two robberies she’d been involved in, and how exhilarating it felt to finally escape that life. She omitted her virginity, fearing it would somehow scare him away. Thankfully, he didn’t ask much about her dating life.

Dinner was a resounding success, and Jenna could tell Zane was proud, as well as relieved, that he had actually accomplished it. He’d confessed that his back-up plan had been to order a pizza, but as luck would have it, his chicken parmesan was not only edible, but delicious. He’d even prepared a small side salad, and she forgave the garlic bread for being store bought.

As promised, a tour of the estate followed the meal. Even though Zane claimed it was the “short tour,” it still took nearly an hour. The impressive library took her breath away, as did the heated Grecian swimming pool. As much as she wanted a simple life, she had to admit that soaking up the sun poolside with a good book sounded fantastic.

The tour ended in the custom-built theater Zane had added to the home two years prior. It was dimly lit with a row of soft lights illuminating the small aisle on the right side of the room, and the twelve reclining seats lent to the authentic cinema feel.

A grand 154” projection screen was mounted to the back wall, with framed movie posters hanging on both sides of the room. In four years, Zane confessed as he let Jenna choose their seats, he hadn’t invited many people into his home. He’d been so focused on expanding his business, he went on, that he’d become somewhat of a recluse. Aside from his niece, who insisted on repeated private viewings of
Frozen
on his big screen, Jenna had been the first woman to even step foot in the sanctuary that was his private cinema.

“I’ll be back in five minutes, don’t go anywhere,” he said as he motioned for her to remain seated. He quickly bolted from the room only to return a few minutes later with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and gripping two cans of soda in the other. She couldn’t contain her smile. She’d never had a man treat her so well, or seem so thoroughly enthralled by her company.

“Thank you,” she said as she cracked open her drink. “And how did you know I love popcorn?” she grinned.

“Lucky guess,” he shrugged as he slid a small remote out of the front pocket of his jeans. With the press of a button, the lights dimmed even lower and the projector mounted to the ceiling behind them clicked on.

“Show time!” he announced as the movie began to roll. Her grinned widened when she realized he’d put on
Breakfast at Tiffany‘s
, one of her favorites, and she was pleasantly shocked to learn it was one of his favorites as well. He’d grown up watching it with his mother, he explained, and those memories gave the timeless classic a special place in his heart.

Together they recited the film’s most memorable lines while making short work of the popcorn. Halfway through the movie, she flipped up the armrest that had been dividing them and scooted closer to Zane, resting her head on his muscular chest as he wrapped a strong arm around her. Even over the bass from the surround sound system, she could hear his heart beating fast. When he caught her looking up at him, he returned her gaze with a warm smile.

“I swear you’re too good to be true,” she glowed.

Reaching for the remote he’d placed on the seat next to him, he lowered the system’s volume and looked at her affectionately while tenderly brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.

“I could say the same.”

Lowering his mouth to hers while dropping the remote back onto the empty seat, he lifted her chin with his strong yet gentle hand and pressed his lips against hers. The slow, deliberate kiss quickly escalated, their mouths parting and tongues mingling passionately. She straightened herself in her seat and placed her hand against his powerful chest as they kissed, and he continued to caress her warm cheek with the back of his hand as their mouths remained locked.

She instigated what happened next by lowering her hand onto his leg and rubbing it slowly. When she brushed his upper thigh, she could feel his hips thrust upwards slightly and knew he was every bit as aroused as she was. Her black, lace panties were already wet, but dampened more as he daringly placed a hand on her breast and began lightly rubbing her through her shirt. She moaned softly as his kisses trailed down to her neck, and when she felt a bulge in her hand, she noticed she’d unknowingly cupped his crotch.

As she squeezed it, the kisses he’d been showering her neck with paused long enough for him to let out a slight groan that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain. She could tell he was quite well endowed, which came as no surprise given his impressive frame. His hard shaft was practically bursting through his zipper, and she imagined it had to be quite uncomfortable for him.

As she rubbed him through his pants, he managed with relative ease to undo the top three buttons of her shirt. He slid his hand inside, tugging the left cup of her bra down to expose a hard nipple.

He pinched it gently between his fingers, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through her body, and she moaned even louder as he lightly licked the sensitive skin just behind her ear. Breathing heavily, her chest heaving in excitement, she tightened her grip on his crotch and heard him groan again as his erection fought to break free. Leaning forward, she fumbled with the button on his slacks, but in her nervous excitement couldn‘t get it undone.

“Take it out,” she heard herself whispering, and felt his hand slip away from her breast.

“Are you sure?” he asked, panting in arousal and eyes full of lust.

“Yes, take it out,” she breathed with a slight nod, watching as he hastily yanked the button free and unzipped his pants. Tugging his slacks down slightly, his boxer-briefs along with them, she gasped as his erect cock sprang into sight.

“Jesus,” she gasped in awe as she stared at its size. Courtesy of the internet, she’d seen more than her fair share of penises in her life. Yet, aside from men occasionally flashing her in her old neighborhood, she’d never seen one up close and in such an intimate setting.

Even with the low lighting, she could clearly see that his cock was larger than she’d anticipated, and now that it had been freed from its khaki confinement, it was finally able to grow to its fullest.

She guessed it to be around eight inches, but was more shocked by its thick girth. With the moment feeling right, and unable to control her curiosity and her hormones, she placed her small hand around it. It had taken her twenty-four years, but she’d finally touched her first cock and was both surprised and turned on by how hard it was. She began gently stroking it up and down as he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure.

She had no idea what she was doing, but by the noises he was making, she could only assume she was doing something right. He placed one hand lightly on her back while the other gripped his seat’s armrest tightly.

Her heart raced and her mind flooded with thoughts as she continued to move her hand up and down the length of his cock. She’d only known this man for a short amount of time, yet was so immensely attracted to him, and trusted him so fully, that she couldn’t resist touching him. The entire moment felt surreal.

“Holy… f… f… fuck that feels so g… good,” he stammered as she jerked him harder and faster while watching his face react to her touch.

“You like that, baby?” she asked without thinking, only to be taken aback by her own words. She’d never been an overly sexual girl, but something about this man brought out a carnal appetite she couldn’t deny or control. Her soaked panties were a good indicator of the years of pent up sexuality now pouring out of her.

“Mmhmm,” he uttered before turning his head to find her lips again. Their tongues swirled together as she worked his solid shaft, twisting and squeezing as she tugged away at him. She was aware of a slight wetness on her hand, but didn’t think he’d gotten off yet. She’d once read about pre-cum, and could only assume this must be it.

“Take this off,” he said in a whisper, yet managed to remain commanding as he tugged the bottom of her shirt. She hesitated slightly at the realization that no man had ever seen her topless before, yet found herself too aroused to defy him.

His cock stood throbbing in anticipation as he watched her undo the remaining three buttons, then pull the shirt down around her shoulders before removing it completely.

She blindly tossed it into the row of seats in front of them and reached around her back to unhook her bra. He watched, his cock glistening with the identified pre-cum, as she threw it aside and sat with her full, perky breasts exposed. No man had ever seen them before, and revealing them for the first time filled her with a giddy excitement.

Leaning in, Zane suckled a sensitive, dark nipple as she held onto the back of his head and felt his tongue swirling around her areola. She never knew such a sensation existed, and panted heavily while running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. He slipped a hand between her legs and she instinctively spread them, granting him access to her most intimate area. It was another first for her as he rubbed her wet crotch through her jeans while she purred in lust, finding his cock again with her other hand and stroking it lightly.

Their pheromones mingled in a chemical waltz, Zane mouthing Jenna’s breast hungrily while she jerked his thick shaft. He gently suckled her hard nipples as her breathing intensified, and when he moved to unbutton her jeans, she stopped him by pushing him back into his seat.

As much as she ached to feel him inside of her, she wasn’t ready to give herself to him yet. Still, she wanted to please him and since she’d already experimented with her hands, she felt brave enough to take things one step further.

Don’t even think about it
, she told herself as her heart continued to pound.
Just do it! Don’t chicken out. You’re an adult. Do it now.

She flashed him a seductive smile before kissing his soft lips again, her hand still working his impressive member as her tongue explored his mouth. Without warning, she broke the kiss and moved her head down to his lap, taking him deeply and tasting his salty pre-cum as he let out a loud groan. With one hand gliding up and down his shaft and the other gently cupping his balls, she sucked him eagerly while he vocalized his approval. He was so thick that it was all she could do to fit him in her mouth, and she gagged slightly when his length hit the back of her throat. As with before, she relied on Zane’s reactions to gauge how well she was doing and his loud moans indicated that she was doing quite well indeed.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. That feels so good,” he breathed as a strong hand caressed her back while the other clenched the outer armrest. Her eyes began to water as she choked on his size, and she found herself wondering if that was normal. She typically tuned out when her friends would talk about sex, and she wasn’t much for pornography.

She now regretted this, as it left her in the unenviable position of having to learn as she went along. She whirled her tongue around the head of his cock as she continued gently stroking him with her small hand, and the loudness of his grunts and writhing of his hips told her that he was close to climax. He knew it, too, and grabbed his cock out of her mouth.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he said softly before kissing her again with unprecedented passion. “I want you,” he added as his hand found her crotch and began rubbing it once more. This time she didn’t stop him and let out a lustful whimper as his fingers pressed against her clit. She masturbated regularly, typically in the shower, but that paled in comparison to the sensation she was feeling now.

Unable to withstand her arousal any longer, she quickly unbuttoned her pants while simultaneously kicking off her shoes. She slid her jeans down around her ankles, pulled them off with her feet, and sat wearing only her soaked black lace panties. Starting at her heaving bare breasts, Zane delicately traced the back of his fingers down her body until he reached her inner thigh. Their bodies were illuminated only by the flickering of the muted movie, yet he could see the contrast of his white skin against her ebony complexion and smiled at the sight.

Okay, this is too far now
, Jenna told herself.
What are you doing? Put your pants back on. Get dressed. Get out of here. Don’t do this.