Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (32 page)

When he threw his shirt on the floor, I
was surprised to find that his body was even more perfect than I had imagined.
Not bulky, but lean and muscular, with a perfect six-pack that I longed to
touch. I tried to reach out to do so when he grabbed my hand and shook his
head. “Not so easy.”

His eyes were burning with desire, as he
leaned down and began working on my neck again. This time his hands were
cupping my breasts over my bra and I was glad when I felt him unhook it and
throw it over my head. He then gently squeezed my bare nipple, and I felt a
storm bubble up inside me. His other hand was playing with my panties, not
quite touching the clit, but teasing me with flicks and brushes. Slowly, his
kisses started progressing downwards and before I knew it, his mouth was on my
breast, licking it softly with his tongue. The pressure increased ever so
slowly and it felt like forever before he was fully sucking it, leading me to
moan his name at the top of my lungs.

“You fucking like that, huh?” he breathed,
breaking off and looking at me with stern eyes. “How about this, then?”

He moved his mouth down my bare torso and
stopped right outside my panties. “Has anyone ever tasted your sweet pussy?”

I shook my head no. Was he about to? Oh my
god.

With one swift motion, my panties were
down to my ankles, revealing a part of me that no man had ever directly seen
before. I was glad I had gotten into the habit of shaving it off at a young
age, momentarily embarrassed about how it would look if I hadn’t.

I couldn’t control my crazy thoughts.

He licked his lips as he parted me and
rubbed his thumb against my clit. I felt like a volcano ready to erupt again
and when his mouth made contact, it was a burst of pleasure like I had never
felt before. I tried to focus on my breathing but it got increasingly difficult
as he sucked on my clit while licking the rest. When I felt his tongue enter, I
lost all control. A shiver ran through my whole body and I felt myself
contracting into a single bubble of pleasure that seemed to last forever.
“Zayden,” I managed to moan, but he didn’t stop sucking and licking until I
started shaking uncontrollably.

When he finally looked at me, I was barely
lucid. “Sweet. Just like I imagined.”

“Fuck me.” I could barely speak two words,
so those had to be it. “Please,” I managed to add.

I never thought I would have to beg a guy.

That was all the encouragement he needed.
He tugged down his pants, revealing a huge penis that was pointing firm in my
direction. I trembled with excitement over the thought of being filled up by
him completely. He approached me, and parted the lips of my pussy. At first he
just rubbed the tip of his penis over my clit, tormenting me with longing. He
took his free hand’s index finger and proceeded to wipe it between my pussy
lips. Then he licked each finger entirely. Looking straight into my eyes, he
said, “You are so fucking wet. How bad do you want this huge cock to fuck you?”

“Bad,” I spoke in barely a whisper, flames
erupting on my face.

“Say it, say you want me to fuck you with
my huge cock.”

Jesus.

“I want you to… fuck me… with your huge
cock.” Right now I would sign my own death warrant if he asked me to.

With both his hands over my breasts, he
thrust inside me with such force that I let out a tiny moan of pain. After a
few motions, the pain was almost entirely gone and replaced by the sensation of
his cock filling me up, faster and harder with every passing second. My body
was transformed into a volcano once again that in time would be ready to erupt.
I found myself matching his rhythm and fucked him back.

He let one of my breasts go and licked the
tips of his fingers before reaching down to my aching clitoris. His fingers
fiercely massaged it in circles causing my back to arch off the couch. I closed
my eyes, looking away from his face that was twisted in a grimace of craving.
His one hand tightened around my one breast.

“Watch me fuck you,” he groaned deeply.

I forced my eyes open and let my back fall
flat against the couch. I raised up on my elbows and watched him stroking my
clit and thrusting inside my aching core. His cock disappeared inside of me
over and over. My breathing picked up and when my eyes flickered up I noticed
his wasn’t any different. His taut chest and abs were pulled tight. With a body
like this he had to spent many hours in the gym every day.

He moved each hand to a different hip, but
thumbed my clitoris. As he pumped his cock inside at the fastest pace yet, I
arched my back once more to allow earth-shattering lightning to shoot through
my body.

“Ahh!” I moaned.

I pulled my knees together not wanting to
let go of the feeling. That restricted his cock, so he pressed my knees apart
ferociously, completely opening me up to him. He bent over, supporting himself
on his elbows. He grabbed a fist of my red hair and tugged my head back while
biting my lower lip. I took hold of his muscular ass and could feel it flex
under my fingertips with every thrust.

With one final hard thrust he pulled out
of me and stroked himself. He grunted louder and louder as his warm fluid sprayed
my belly. Then he collapsed on top of me, saying, “Oh God, Aria. Fuck.”

I gently slid my hands up his back,
mentally echoing his sentiments, but unable to voice anything at all. My
breathing was rapid as I pulled him tighter to my naked body. It was like I had
just survived an earthquake. The best earthquake there ever was.

We stayed plastered together and I
couldn’t help but hope that he would still fulfill the rest of the contract
after giving into him.

THE
BOSS #2

Chapter
1

Aria

This was my fifth attempt to pay attention
in class. The professor was babbling something about regression models, there
were numbers on the board, and I think I was in Statistics II. Maybe. Honestly,
I wouldn’t have noticed if I had walked into the wrong class right now; my mind
was far, far away from this classroom, in a whole other room altogether. All
the chatter, people talking in the hallways, the professor being obnoxious –
things that usually bothered me to no end – now sounded like a mildly pleasant
distraction coming from another dimension in space and time. It had been like
this all week. Nothing in the whole world could faze me.

I still couldn’t believe what had
happened. And how perfect it was. My mind once again drifted back to that night
in Zayden’s office one week ago.

Right after we had made love – no, no not
made love, done it, had sex, any other term for what had happened – we both
collapsed onto the couch, locked in an embrace. It felt like forever when we
were both able to function again, and the first thing he said was, “God dammit,
Aria, why did you lie?”

“Wow, you sure know how to flatter a woman
after sex,” I rolled my eyes.

He got up and looked at me with his head
resting on his elbow. There was real concern in his face. “I’m serious. Why did
you lie about your virginity?”

“What?” I snapped. “I wasn’t a virgin, and
it’s not like that stopped you from trying to get into my pants when you
thought I was! I’ve only had sex once and it lasted a whole minute. Why the
sudden concern? Did I really suck that bad?”

“It’s not like that,” he said, running his
index finger over the contours of my face. “I just… it would have gone
differently if I had known the truth. If I knew you were a virgin or even that
you had only been fucked once, I would have been more… gentle. I should have
known better, but I was overwhelmed with you. If I had just kept my head
straight, I would have gone much slower, done much better, made this better.
Hell, we weren’t even in a real bed! You will always have to remember your
first and second time being shitty.”

He looked angry with himself before he
finally added: “You’re a smart and young girl; so sorry it had to be this way.”

I gently caressed the stubble on his cheek
and said, “Believe me when I say this, it was perfect, Zayden. I had a great
time.” I looked down coyly for a few minutes. “The pleasure…” I finished in a
barely audible voice.

He laughed. “I love how bashful you get.
It’s really cute, considering the way I just fucked you.”

I looked away from him, trying not to
focus on the fact that he had used the word “love”. It wasn’t like he was
saying he loved me; this was the equivalent of saying he loves the taste of
ice-cream, yet I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement.

“I am not bashful.” I looked at him again.
“I can talk dirty and everything.”

He started chuckling. “Oh, really? Let’s
hear it then.”

I could feel my face turning a shade of
deep red. “Huh?” I looked at him as though I had no idea what he was saying. I
was trapped.

“Let me hear you talk dirty,” he said with
a twinkle in his eyes. “‘And everything.’”

Covering my face with both my hands, I
sighed. Okay, okay I can do this.

“I’m… dirty. I’m a dirty, dirty girl, who
likes to have a lot of sex and stuff. And in weird positions. Like this one
time when Stacey and I found this video from Nick’s stash where the girl like
bends against the guy from underneath him like a gymnast – like that, and I
can-“ I made the mistake of looking at his eyes and we both burst into a bout
of uncontrollable laughter.

“Okay.” I shrugged. “So I can’t actually
talk dirty. And everything.”

“Yet.” He winked and leaned in to kiss my
neck.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Ready for round two?” he mumbled against
my neck. “I’ll be gentle this time, I promise.”

“No,” I whispered and he broke off to look
at me in confusion. I clarified, “No, don’t be gentle.”

Then I boldly proceeded to unzip his pants
and take him in my mouth. He began to fuck my face uncontrollably. The power I
felt from being able to make him lose control like that was glorious. I licked
his shaft while occasionally sucking the tip. It clearly worked because he
climaxed in no time, making me feel incredibly proud of myself.

After a few more rounds, we fell asleep on
the couch and I woke up in the middle of the night.

“I have to go.” I rubbed his nose. “Class
tomorrow. And people will start coming in here in like 4 hours. They can’t see
this.”

He groaned. “That’s why we should’ve taken
this to my place. Next time, my place!”

Next time. So there would be a next
time.
 
I tried not to seem as excited as
I actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.

“You won’t,” he said, sighing. “I’m going
to New York for business for two days. We are trying to set up a branch in the
East Coast and see how we may advance.”

“Lucky! I’ve never been to New York. Is it
as amazing as it is on TV?”

He shrugged. “It’s just a city. But I’ll
take you there sometime.”

“No thank you,” I said, a little too
quickly. Of course I wanted to be taken to New York someday. Every person in
the world wanted to be taken to New York someday. But I couldn’t let Zayden do
me any more favors. Plus, I was afraid I would take his promises too seriously
and assume this whole deal meant a whole lot more than it actually did. I
wasn’t quite sure where we stood right now. There was, of course, the contract.
We had a full five months of that left, so he wasn’t going to discard me until
then for sure. But what about after that? It would probably be goodbye and he
would be done with me forever.

I tried not to dwell on that and instead
focused on the wonderful night I had. I didn’t remember the last time I had
truly had fun, not worrying about anything. I didn’t remember the last time I
was simply happy. This might have been temporary, but in that moment I decided
that for the next five months, I would focus on one thing: being happy. What
happened after didn’t matter.

“Ms. Roberts, what is the formula for
standard deviation?” I heard a voice come from a distance. It sounded a little
like my name…

Oh shit. I was transported back into a
classroom full of college students and a frustrated-looking teacher staring
down at me. “Ms. Roberts, are you still with us?”

“Yes, sorry!” I snapped out. “The formula
for standard deviation...”

I knew this. I did. Why couldn’t I
remember it right that second though? I needed to stop thinking about Zayden
and that night in class. I was never unable to answer a question.

“Ms. Roberts,” the teacher said. “I would
really appreciate it if you paid some attention in class. Nobody wants to be
here, even I don’t want to be here to try and explain statistics to disengaged
students. But it’s my job, and you could make my job a lot easier by feigning
some interest. The unintentional side effect would be some good grades. Do you
know what those look like?”

I nodded, feeling humiliated. If only he
knew that I was a straight-A student. A teacher had never berated me in my life
before this. I really needed to get my shit together. “I’m sorry. I am just
having a rough day. It won’t happen again.”