Condemned (Beauty And The Billionaire Geek Book 2) (5 page)

Even though the entire scene gave me an icky feeling in the pit of my stomach, I ignored it and went on. I felt mortified that Billy could see me dressed like this with my boot on some girl’s butt. I could only imagine the thoughts going through his head.

Knowing he was watching sent little tremors of arousal through my nearly naked body. My nipples pinched into rock hard buds. Even with the sensory deprivation under the mask, I felt the cool breeze flick over my body. The affect made me throb.  I didn’t want him to see me, but then again, I did. What was wrong with me?

When we finished the scene, Jeanine put the robe over my shoulders and told me to go to makeup. The makeup artist put deep red lipstick on my lips and then placed one of those same bits in my mouth. My body reacted against my rational thoughts. If anyone had touched me, I would have moaned with excitement. I imagined Billy holding the reins on my bit and felt utterly shocked at myself.

Marcus sent me to stand in front of the cameras and told me to look defiant as I bit the bit. I gave him a fierce look, snarling over the leather-covered bar. I guess they liked it because no one complained. All I could think about was Billy watching me.

Marcus called to wrap the shoot. Jeanine put the robe around my shoulders and took the bit from my mouth. I stalked back to the trailer feeling oddly aroused through the humiliation of appearing nearly nude in front of all those people. I’d never taken myself for a fetish freak, but now I wasn’t so sure.

My pussy felt slick and moist against the leather strap between my legs and my nipples were as hard as stone. I slid out of the leather apparatus and pulled the robe back on. There was a knock at the door. I opened it a crack and saw Billy standing below me.

“Marcus had to leave. He told me to give you a ride home,” he said, squinting in the sun and pushing his hand through his tousled, black hair. His hazel eyes gleamed in the light and a confident smile curled on his lips.

“Alright,” I said in a husky voice. “Come inside. I need your help with something.” I opened the door for him to enter. He walked up the steps, and I closed the door behind him.

There was barely any room for us both to stand in the small space. He looked down at me, expressionless, though his eyes blazed with an inner fire. I let the robe slide down my shoulders and hit the floor around my feet. His eyes widened before he grabbed me and pushed me against the fake wood paneling.

His tongue slid between my parted lips and pushed deep in my mouth, filling me. He flicked and probed the depths of me as I gently pressed my tongue against his. His hands ran over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing hard as if he lacked control.

He pushed me against the wall and wrapped me in his arms. His hand slid between my legs. Upon feeling how wet I already was, his fingers slipped effortlessly inside me. I moaned against his overpowering kiss. His fingers pressed deeper, pushing in and out as his thumb swirled over my mount.

I held tight to his neck and lifted my leg around his hip to let his fingers push into my depths. Surges of desire radiated through my body. I wanted him to fill me with the hard, thick length that pressed against my thigh. I reached for his pants button and he dropped to the floor.

He held my hips tight and lifted my leg over his shoulder before pressing his tongue through my slick folds, flicking against my mount. I called out at the pleasure, but bit my lip to keep from alerting the entire crew to what we were doing.

His tongue flicked in and out and pressed against my growing desire. The sensation shot through my body and he grabbed my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples in his hand.

I was breathing hard when he stood and unzipped his pants. He looked at me like the devil who’d won my soul as he pulled his erection out and pressed it between my legs.

Someone knocked on the door.
Shit.
Throbbing, full of need, I pulled the robe over my shoulders while Billy pushed his immense length back in his pants. I felt flushed with desire, but he somehow gained control of himself within seconds. He opened the door and a guy from the tech crew told Billy they needed his help. He turned to me, the fire still in his eyes.

“Get ready to go. I’ll get you in a few minutes.”

He joined the other man outside, and the door swung shut behind him. I sank into the bench feeling so full of need I almost wanted to finish myself.
Damn it.
I’d never meant for this to happen. My body throbbed, right on the verge of release.

Angry, I pulled on my street clothes. I didn’t have a bra because Marcus told me never to wear one before a shoot. I grabbed my bag and went outside.

I found Billy helping pack up the computer terminals. He was distracted with work and a conversation with the other tech. I stood there, feeling stupid and small. I was the freaking
model
. He just had his tongue in my vagina. Couldn’t he pay attention to me?

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, he turned in my direction and took my arm in his hand. He didn’t even say anything. He just led me to his bike and handed me a helmet.

He got on the scooter and turned on the motor. I hopped on the back, and we sped off. I held tight to his back and gripped my legs to his hips, hoping it would somehow alleviate the pressure between my legs as the motor purred underneath me.

He took the long way back, but we finally made it to Seattle. He pulled into the driveway of a house I assumed was his. Irritation flooded my brain. He hadn’t asked me; he’d just brought me here. I felt desperately turned on, and decided I didn’t care.

After taking off our helmets, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the house and down a dark staircase into a darker basement. I heard a cat meow, and Billy flipped on the light.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“My room. Take off your clothes.”

I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted him inside me. I didn’t even care that he was being rude and presumptuous. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off all my clothes. He stood there watching me.

The massive monitors on his computer desk showed all kinds of arcane symbols. His big gray cat sat on the computer chair staring at me. I felt suddenly self-conscious and covered my breasts and crotch, which was kind of crazy because I’d been practically nude almost all day.

“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”

I did what he said. There wasn’t much else to do at this point. He stood over me, fully clothed and he ran his heavy gaze over my sensitive parts before he ripped his own clothes off.

He had his face between my legs again, licking me like a hungry animal. I moaned loud and gripped the pillows. When he heard me moan, he covered my mouth with a consuming kiss. His erection pressed between my legs, against my slick, wet opening. It began to slip inside.

“Wait. We need protection,” I said.

He grunted and kicked his legs over the side of the bed, fumbling with his bedside table. A moment later, he ripped open a condom package and slid it over his hard length.

On top of me again, he kissed my mouth and neck and flicked his tongue over my breasts. He kissed me hard as he held himself. At first just the tip pressed between my wet folds, inching slowly through the tightness of my body. His crushing kiss consumed me as his cock slid inside, inch by glorious inch.

I groaned against his mouth. He had me pinned under him and his kisses made it hard for me to breathe. I was so aroused, even the slightest movement would bring me to a quaking climax.

He pulled back and let go of my mouth. He sank his face in my neck, nibbling at the pulse point as his hips rocked slowly against me. I panted as the sensation built. I gripped his back with my fingers, feeling my nails dig into his flesh.

He lifted himself up and increased his momentum. I had nothing to hold onto but his head board, which I gripped for dear life. He thrust hard and deep into me, and I erupted with ferocious intensity. My entire pussy throbbed and gripped as the sensation radiated through me.

I screamed, and he thrust his tongue in my mouth. His hips continued working, pushing me into further ecstasy. I rolled on orgasm and my body went quiet and still as if in shock. Long moments of glacial pleasure robbed me of all thought, reason, and even my voice.

Finally I squealed his name as the final pass of rolling pleasure crashed over me. He let me rest, but only for a short moment before he turned me over on all fours. He slid inside me as he held my hips, and the tingling fullness made me moan again.

“Be quiet,” he commanded as he bounced me. I would come again at any moment. I could feel him growing harder and wider inside me. His breathing quickened as his thrusts drove harder and deeper. I groaned even against his command, and he slapped my ass as he erupted inside me and collapsed over my body. The last pulses of his come shot into the condom as he breathed in my ear.

He rolled off me and slung the condom in the trash before pulling me into an embrace. I felt senseless as my body still tingled and pulsated. I snuggled into his chest and looked up at his chin. I’d never had such amazing sex, and I never would have imagined I’d have it with a guy like Billy. Weren’t nerds supposed to be bad with women and crappy in bed?

“Where did you learn to do that?” I whispered, almost as a joke.

“I read a lot of books on the subject and practiced quite a bit with my high school girlfriend,” he said matter-of-factly.

I leaned on my elbow and looked down at his face. He looked peaceful and content. “Are you saying you haven’t had sex since high school?”

“Not really. I haven’t had time.”

“What was that, like, five years ago?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“I said, ‘not really’.”

I leaned back down on his chest, dropping the subject. My body still tingled from him inside me, and I wanted more. Billy was annoyingly bossy at times, but I knew I liked him. Now that we’d done it, I liked him even more. Maybe he was just clueless and didn’t mean to be bossy? Did that make it better?
Never mind.
I wondered when we could have sex again.

I kissed his nipple and rubbed my hand down his chest, but my eyelids felt so heavy. I let them drop closed.

I slept until late into the evening and woke up disoriented in Billy’s bed. He sat at his desk, typing furiously on his keyboard. I stood, wrapping a sheet around my naked body. I stepped forward in my bare feet, narrowly avoiding the random crap on the floor until I stood over his shoulder.

His cat rubbed against my leg and meowed. I bent to look more closely at the screen. What the hell was he typing? It didn’t make any sense to me.

“What is that?” I asked pointing at the screen. He didn’t respond, his eyes stayed focused straight ahead. “Billy, why are you typing gibberish?” I laughed nervously. He’d just given me the most intense orgasms of my life and now it seemed he couldn’t hear me. I felt like waving my hand in front of his face, but that seemed even more rude than ignoring the girl he just fucked. Finally he turned to me and blinked.

“It’s Python, a computer language. I’m building on the open source code that was written in C++.”

“Wha, wha, wha?”

“It’s how computers communicate.”

“Mmkay.”

“I don’t have time to explain it right now.” His voice dropped off, and he stared back at the screen, his fingers flying. Now I felt like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and stomped back to the bed to pull on my clothes. If he wanted to act like I was stupid and didn’t matter, right after we’d had sex, fine. I was leaving.

I pulled on my shoes and stormed out of the house. He didn’t even look up from his screen to say goodbye.

When I looked up from my work, I realized that Zoe was gone and it was the middle of the night. What happened? Slowly the memory of her leaning over my shoulder bubbled up from the depths of my subconscious.

I’d been so focused on my work, I’d literally ignored her. Not good. I picked up my phone to call her, but the clock said it was after midnight. Would she still be awake? I had to apologize.

I’m sorry.
I typed into the text screen.
I tune out sometimes.

I put the phone down and picked up Spock. He climbed on my chest and rubbed his face on my collarbone, purring like a maniac. I scratched his head and mused at the work I’d done tonight.

My phone beeped with a text message, and I grabbed it.

I just thought you were a dick.

I can see how you’d think that. My mother used to scream at me for it. It isn’t personal.

The phone rang, and I quickly answered.

“You’re mom doesn’t sound very nice,” she said on the other end of the line.

“My parents have… issues.”

“You aren’t the only one. I could tell you horror stories.”

“You started to say something about your mother the other day at the sushi place.”

She sighed heavily and paused. “My mother killed herself two years ago. She’d always been kind of… ill. Like my sister Regan, but not nearly as bad.”

“Oh God. And here I thought I had it hard having alcoholics for parents.”

“Well, we all have our imperfect home lives.”