Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance) (57 page)

“Of course I would’ve. Your reaction was
natural at first. I didn’t even blame you for storming out like that, did I?
The only difference is, I would have given you a chance to tell me and explain
yourself had we switched places. But I understand that you work differently
than I do and that’s okay. It’s all okay, really Zayden. I am not upset with
you and I will gladly pay you that money back. It’s good business practice,
something I wish to employ myself going further in my career. So really, there
was no reason to have been so hot-headed earlier and—”

“Can I fuck you?” I cut her off without
thinking about what I was saying, unable to pay attention any longer. She
stopped her sentence looking taken aback, opened her mouth and the closed it
again. “Sorry.” I grinned, though I wasn’t sorry at all, and she wouldn’t be
either after I was done with her. “It’s just that dress…it’s really bothering
me…I just want to take it off over your head and fuck you right here.”

She blinked tightly as her cheeks flushed.
Clearly, my words were having the right impact on her and her whole body was
screaming for me to take her. But when she opened her eyes a few minutes later
and heaved a deep sigh, her words were not what I had expected them to be.

“As much as the thought of you coming over
here and you know…I have a deadline, remember?”

“Do you think either of us are equipped to
use our brains right now without the…you know?” I asked in a very low voice and
winked. I walked slowly over to her and leaned next to her. I whispered across
her ear, touching it slightly with my lower lip, “Do you really want to do
homework right now?”

She swallowed hard and I could see the
back of her neck shivering, as I casually ran my fingers over her dress around
her mound, ignoring the throbbing in my own veins. Suddenly, she jerked
upright, startling me into reality.

“Zayden!” She looked at me with her eyes
twinkling. “My paper is due tomorrow! I came here because I need help.”

I grunted like someone had just taken away
a piece of my favorite candy right when I was about to eat it. “What do I even
get out of this?”

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said and
removed her dress from over her head, revealing matching black lace underwear.
I began touching her, but she used her hand to gesture me to stop. “I need five
major bullet points for advocating fair trade as an alternative to free trade
in developing countries. I already have a few written down here,” she said,
producing a notepad from her purse that was lying on the couch. “They are not
all solid and need to be perfected. I need your help particularly with
researching live examples and case studies to back up every point. And we
certainly need to add more main ideas because not all of mine are strong
enough, which is also where you come in.”

The way she was speaking with so much
confidence and well, command, made me momentarily forget about my sexual
desires and look at her in complete awe. I had never gotten used to this aspect
of being with Aria. She liked to take charge. I had never been one to take
orders from anybody, let alone a twenty-year-old girl. But when she got that
spark in her eyes and decided how things were simply going to go her way, no
questions asked, I was at once exasperated and convinced that there was no
woman better suited for me in the whole world.

I perused her bullet points, which seemed
to me to be solid. Instead of interrupting her passionate instructions, I chose
to smile and nod along. It seemed to be an appropriate response, considering
she looked pleased.

“Now, on to where your reward lies in all
of this,” she said, putting a hand on her right hip and pointing another
towards my general direction. “Here is the deal. Every bullet point leads you
one step further to getting to have you know what with me.” She grinned,
looking mightily pleased with herself. “This is how it will go. For the first
bullet point perfected, I take off the rest of my clothes for your ogling
pleasures.”

“I’m not sure that will help my, uh,
situation.” I pointed towards my crotch. “Hurt it, rather, and make it harder
for me to concentrate on your bullet point.”

“Not if you want to finish the whole game.
You have to force yourself to concentrate or you lose. For the second bullet
point, I’ll sit on top of the table and let you watch me make myself come.”

Just hearing her say those words made my
dick go out of control. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually
experience it. “You’re making this so hard.”

“Pun intended?” She grinned. “Hard, yes,
but fun?”

I sighed loudly. “Yes. Fun. In an
extremely torturous kind of a way. Go on.”

“Third bullet point and you will receive
the best blow job of your life. Plus, you can come all over my face.”

“If you keep talking like that,” I said,
desire now driving me to the point of insanity. “Then I’ll have to forget all
about your homework and take you right now.”

“That’s the idea, for you to want to do
that!” she exclaimed charmingly. “That’s the challenge. If you can come up with
great ideas under this kind of pressure – and I’m sure you can – then you will
be rewarded. Because at the fourth bullet point, you can, ahem, recharge
yourself, by going down on me.”

“That’s what I have wanted to do since I
saw you in this living room. I can’t wait to taste you…”

Unconsciously, I was lightly rubbing my
shaft, my brain unable to register much that was going on around me. She was
right, controlling this was going to make it fun. I had to find a way to snap
out of it long enough for my brain to work, one great idea at a time.

“You know what happens at the final bullet
point. You can…how do you say it…oh yeah…fuck my brains out. Long and hard. But
only if you make it through all five bullet points.”

“What about your case studies and
examples?” I asked, trying to conceal the effect she had on me by mentioning me
fucking her brains out. If she was set on playing this game, I had to be set on
winning. After all that I had accomplished in my life, keeping my cool for
another hour or so and generating some good ideas while my whole body refused
my brain’s attempt to function should not be that hard.

“Once we have taken care of the framework,
which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling
in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You
will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure.
That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more
excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest
time, or ever.

The very first bullet point wasn’t that
difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her
exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her
lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the
underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her
pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see
it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to
know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand her body’s
physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to
not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth
ride.

The hardest part – literally and otherwise
– came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat
on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the
sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do
anything about it for three more bullet points.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,”
she said while messaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as
you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my
mouth’s job to do soon and that will force you to come up with a good third
point at a faster pace.”

She cupped her entire pussy with her palm,
rubbing it in circular motions and threw her head all the way back. She gasped
lightly. Thoroughly glad to be granted permission to enjoy the show better, I
let my own pants drop to the floor and began rubbing my shaft, watching her.
Her middle finger was rubbing up and down her clitoris, as her other hand was
spreading her pussy open as wide as it went. I rubbed myself faster and faster,
as she was close to making herself come, but then stopped a couple of times for
the fear of exploding. I would much rather that happen inside her tiny little
mouth and all over her face. Then I would make her lick it, I thought and
moaned.

Aria started massaging her breast with one
of her hands and then slowly stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, letting
out an audible gasp. Perhaps afraid of ending the show prematurely, she removed
her finger and licked them seductively, causing me to almost come once again so
I had to stop the rubbing entirely. Instead, I satisfied myself with thinking
that the hardest part was soon going to be over and watched her fuck herself
with her fingers until she came so hard she screamed.

“That was…quite a show,” I said, my dick
pointing straight at her, rock hard.

“It felt as good as it looked,” she said
after a few minutes and then eyed my dick. “We will take care of that shortly.
One more idea, Zayden.”

It took me everything I had to look away
from her and into the notebook. After a few difficult attempts, my brain
finally worked and with great hardships we finally had a suitable third bullet
point.

“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard,” I
said longingly as she approached me and kneeled across from me. “You better
brace yourself.”

As soon as she took me in her mouth,
however, I was completely unable to speak. Or think. Or function in any way
other than pulling her head harder and harder on to me and thrusting myself as
deep into her throat as I could. It couldn’t have been longer than a few
minutes when I exploded all over her face. She swallowed whatever was in her
mouth immediately, without my asking.

“Lick whatever you can off your face,” I
said triumphantly when I was able to speak again, feeling relieved and
ecstatic. She did as I said and just watching her was enough to get me excited
again right away.

The fourth bullet point, however, was much
easier to tackle now that I had been satisfied. When it was over, I was
delighted to have the opportunity to finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. Taking
my time to torture her just as she had been torturing me all evening, I started
from her inner thighs and spent an unreasonable amount of time licking them,
while pinching her nipples with my hands. The effect was just as I had desired.
She was so drenched that her drips were beginning to run down her thighs and
into my mouth. She tasted sweet and perfect, it started getting difficult to
not devour her, so I jumped face-first into her pussy and sucked on it as hard
as I could. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She came even
faster than I had, if that was even possible. She quivered and moaned my name.

Now that we had both been immensely
pleased, the final bullet point took a mere few minutes to perfect and I was
more than glad to feel the insides of her pussy once again. I threw her onto
the sofa, her back facing me, then grabbed her breasts with my hands before
entering her with fierce strength. She felt better than I remembered and I
couldn’t help but move so fast that I was automatically sliding in and out of
her pussy.

By the time it was over, both of our
bodies temporarily stopped functioning.

Chapter
8

Aria

Today was the day! Zayden Sinclair was
finally coming to my tiny little apartment to hang out with me and my
roommates. The thought induced some panic of severe magnitude each time it
crossed me. What if he hated it? What if he got super claustrophobic? My entire
apartment, after all, was the size of his living room. Surely it would bother
him more this time around because when he was here last time he had just
hovered around terrorizing Nick. To spend an entire evening here was a
different matter altogether.

As though this wasn’t enough for a source
of crippling stress, this afternoon I was supposed to accompany Nick to
purchase an engagement ring for Stacey. The afternoon after Zayden and I had
excitingly finished my paper, I had found Nick lurking around the living room
all-alone, trying to hide a jewelry magazine underneath some book. He had
jumped a little too comically when he’d seen me gazing and it had taken less
than two seconds for him to blurt.

This afternoon, Stacey was going to be off
buying baking products to bake some of her popular goodies for dinner with
Zayden tonight. I had intentionally piled a long grocery list on to her –
including things she would have to drive far away to get – and begged that she
retrieve those things for me while I prepared the apartment for Zayden.

It was surprising that she bought it,
however, considering there was hardly much to “set up” and I had stayed up all
of last night cleaning up. Luckily Stacey didn’t ask many questions and was off
mid-afternoon. As soon as she was gone Nick knocked on my door. He looked like
he was ready to throw up.