Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (25 page)

Once I was able to think or to breathe again, I realized that Julian had gotten up from the bed, and was standing next to it. His hands were at the waistband of his pants, unzipping the fly and pushing them down along with his underpants. I had to blink as his cock came into view. His semi-hard cock dangled between his, so long and thick. "That's.... Julian, what are you?" I asked softly, scooting over and letting him lay back down next to me. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Love you," Julian said, leaning in and kissing me. We stayed like that, our naked bodies pressed against each other while we let our skin explore each other. Our kisses were slow and passionate, his hands running through my hair and pulling me on top of him. From there I could feel his cock growing long and hard, pressing against my thighs as we continued our exploration. Soon, I was feeling ready, and I wanted to feel him and join with him more than ever.

"Hmmm, this is nice," I said, brushing my breasts over his skin, my nipples dragging over his chest. "You know, in jiu-jitsu, they say I have a great top game. Once I get mounted, I never get thrown off until I want to."

"We'll just have to practice that over and over again then, won't we?" Julian teased, cupping my ass and kneading it between his strong fingers. "God you're perfect."

"Let's see about that," I said, reaching down between my legs and taking his hard cock in my hand. I positioned the thick tip at the entrance to my pussy, and paused. "It's been a while for me with a real man. I may have to go slow."

"Go as slow as you need," Julian said. "I'm not going anywhere."

I sat up, my legs tense as I lowered myself slowly. The need to have Julian's cock inside me fought with my body's need to go slow, to let it adjust to the huge girth and size that I was trying to have inside me. I sank down, pain and amazing pleasure blending in an intoxicating mix, until I felt like I would be split open, impaled and senseless on his cock. I looked down and saw there was still another half inch at least of his cock, and I grit my teeth, relaxing my legs and letting my weight push me the rest of the way down. Our hips slapped together, and I had to lean forward, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I adjusted. Julian supported me with his strong hands, stroking my hair while I let my senses come back to me. "Holy fuck," I said, the unfamiliar curse word coming out of my mouth. "That's huge."

“Mmmm,” I heard Julian moan, and I looked up to see him with his eyes slitted and his lip white from being caught between his teeth. I thought he was going to draw blood he was biting so hard, and I realized I could feel him already twitching inside of me. He held his breath, then opened his eyes to look at me. "Krystal.... it's perfect. You're perfect for me."

Warmth flooded my heart and my body at his words, and I raised up, letting about half of his cock slip out before sliding back down. The shockwave of sensation was delirious, addictive, and absolutely amazing. I sat back, looking into Julian's face, and knew as soon as our eyes met that neither of us would ever be the same. Perfect? The feeling of his cock inside me, and the feeling in my heart as I rose and lowered myself gave a new definition to the word.

Fresh sparks shot though me when Julian raised his hands up to caress my breasts while I rode him. Even the sight of his hands on me was erotic, the contrast between my light olive skin and his barely tanned paleness sensual and erotic. He knew just how much to tease my nipples and how much to lift my breasts to support the weight and to massage the skin. My hips sped up, lifting and falling until I couldn't take anymore, and I pitched forward, riding back and forth while we kissed. Julian's hands, deprived of my breasts, came around to hold my ass and my hips until neither of us could take the slow speed any longer. I just couldn't push myself back and forth fast enough, and his hips took over, joining me as we thrust together in harmonious waves, his upward thrusts meeting my backwards plunges. I was stretched, filled, my body on fire as we made love, faster and faster.

I could feel Julian's cock swell inside me, and I knew he was close. I looked into his eyes, knowing I was close too. "Inside me," I begged, not caring about any consequences. It had been so long since I'd had sex I wasn't on any form of birth control, and didn't care. Julian's hips sped up even faster, and our bodies tensed before both of us exploded, his cock filling me up as he pulled me tight, my own pussy clenching around him as I felt my second orgasm crash over me. Both of us stayed that way, our eyes locked on each other, our hips locked together, our hearts beating in one, a timeless moment that stretched on forever.

A
fter making love
the first time, we fell asleep together, and I woke up about two hours or so later, the warm feeling of Krystal's body spooned against mine filling me with happiness. I kissed the ebony cloud of her hair, instantly intoxicated again by her scent.

She pulled my arm around her chest and laid my palm on her left breast above her heart. With the feeling of her ripe breast in my hand and her beautifully curved ass pressed against my cock, I was in heaven, but my body was still tired, and wasn't ready for another round yet. Instead, I lay there in quiet contemplation as she woke up from her own nap, hugging my arms tightly. "I've never felt that before."

"Me either," I said honestly. In my head, I could see a parade of all the women I'd fucked. It was a long list, I'd been a player for a decade. It didn't matter, though. Hollywood starlet, university co-ed, overseas exotic seductress or a Mom and apple pie American beauty, none of them had caused in me the feelings and sensations that I felt with Krystal. My playing days were over, that was for sure. "Krystal, I know you said it before, but my past, there's a lot of skeletons in my closet."

"I know," Krystal said, turning in my arms to look me in the eyes. "Julian, it doesn't matter. I'm not saying I'm always going to be happy about your past, or about the things you've done. But the man I've come to know over the past few weeks..... that's who you are now. That's the man you've grown into, and the man I've fallen in love with."

I blinked, and kissed her forehead. "I promise, no matter what, anything from my past, it will never poison how I feel about you. I love you."

Krystal snuggled against my chest, and we held each other in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. When her stomach grumbled loudly, we both laughed. "Didn't you eat on the flight from New York?" I asked, rubbing the silky soft skin of her belly. I was glad Krystal isn't ticklish. "Or did you just work up that much of an appetite?"

"Both. They didn't serve any food on the flight, and I only grabbed a quick sandwich inside JFK. And yes, making love with you is very energetic."

I chuckled and rolled out of bed, snatching my underpants from the floor. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to raid the fridge. I can't have you starving to death in bed on me."

She smacked my butt as I pulled on my shorts, laughing. "You're not allowed in my fridge, remember? I told you, one of my rules is not to mess with the kitchen stuff."

I jumped up in mock outrage, rubbing my backside. "Hey! I've been cleaning up after myself. Besides, when you said that, if I remember correctly, you said something about deboning too. Now, after what we just did, do you really want to de-bone me?"

Krystal's black eyes glittered with glee as she got my joke, and she threw a pillow at me. "Just for that terrible pun, I'm going to put you on dishwashing duty for a week. Meanwhile, go get some clothes on, and I'll meet you in the kitchen. If we're going to be together, you need to at least learn the basics. I'll show you how to make something."

I nodded, snatched my clothes off the floor and ran across to my room, for the first time in a long time excited about learning something. Then again, I'd never had a teacher as sexy as Krystal. I pulled on some of my house clothes, just a regular t-shirt and lounge pants that I wore a lot, coming out to find Krystal happily arranging things, her hair tied up in a quick bun that outlined the graceful curve of her neck and the beautiful contours of her face. I stopped short when I realized what she was wearing. "That's my t-shirt."

She looked down at the Nike shirt, and nodded. "Yep. I saw it lying on the floor, you must have forgotten it."

I looked at her, my eyebrow raised. "Now, I seem to remember that I wasn't wearing a t-shirt under what I was wearing today. In fact, I am sure of it."

Krystal blushed, her skin going an even cuter shade of olive, and she looked at me bashfully. "Maybe I happened to have grabbed it a few days ago?"

I crossed over to the kitchen and pulled her into another deep kiss, our bodies melding together like they were designed for each other. "You've wanted me for a while," I said, setting her down. Before she could confirm or deny, I smiled. "Me too. But until the other day, I just wasn't sure I'd ever be good enough for you."

"Kim really rocked your world, didn't she?" Krystal asked. She was only wearing a fresh pair of panties under my t-shirt, and I had to laugh at the unintentional double entendre.

"Babe, you are not allowed to even mention another woman rocking my world while you stand there barefoot in my t-shirt and just some panties, got it?" I teased, brushing some of her hair back from her face. "Because nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever rocked my world the way you just did a few hours ago."

Krystal's blush deepened, and she looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and something else. "Please Julian, don't break my heart," she said, laying her hand on my chest. "I can't take it if you do."

I pulled her into another hug, and held her tight. "I promise Krystal, no more lies, no deceptions. I love you, and that's not going to change."

Krystal hugged me back, and we stayed that way for a minute until her stomach grumbled again. "I guess that's our reminder why we're here instead of in bed," I chuckled, letting her go. "So what are we making?"

"Well, you ate the ham I had in here," she said, sticking her head into the fridge. From that position, bent over the way she was, her ass looked absolutely delectable, and I had to resist the urge to touch it. My cock, however, gave me a little twitch, saying he was recovered and wanted some more. "So I guess we're going to have to go with just an omelet. My next day off, I'll take you grocery shopping with me, we can pick out some things for you to learn on."

I was a good student, or at least as attentive as I could be, as Krystal taught me how to make the simple dish. She showed me how to whisk the eggs until they were light and fluffy, and how to chop and mix in the vegetables and bits of leftover chicken she'd found in the fridge as well. "Hmmm, you'd fail at Horst's inspection," she said as she looked at my cut up onions and bell peppers, "but not bad for a first attempt. Now, let's get our pan ready."

I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered for my first time making an omelet. I mean, it turned over and folded up like it was supposed to and everything. Sliding it out of the pan onto the plate, I felt a real sense of accomplishment. "Well, how'd I do?"

Krystal took a fork from the drawer and cut a bite, trying it out. She smiled slyly and took the plate, sitting down on the couch in the living room area. "Come on," I said nervously. "How is it?" I followed her into the living room and sat down, feeling jumpy. "Seriously Krystal, how is it?"

"I'll let you taste and find out for yourself," she said, cutting another bite and holding it out for me. It was sensual, being fed by her, even if it was just an omelet, and I almost forgot to chew. Finally, the flavor got through to my brain, and I ate the bite. "Well?"

"You're better," I said, "but it is the best thing I've ever cooked."

The approving look she gave me was the best reward I'd ever had for doing something, and her smile was just the cherry on top. We tore into the omelet together, devouring it in less than two minutes, and I dutifully took the plate into the kitchen, washing it along with all of the utensils we had used before drying them and putting them away exactly where they had come from. After I did, I washed my hands and dried them, turning to see Krystal looking at me from the couch with a look in her eyes. "What?"

"Watching you wash dishes is sexy," she said, and I could see the stiff bumps of her nipples outlined against my t-shirt. "I am so having you do that more often."

As aroused as seeing her like that made me, I forced myself to put that aside and say what had been on my mind even before we made love. "I'll be happy to," I said, coming over and kneeling in front of her. "But we need to talk about something. Krystal, I need to go back to Los Angeles for a few days."

"Why?" she asked, her eyes suddenly filled with worry. I kissed her knuckles and smiled.

"Because I need to close out some things there. I've got a car to put into storage, utilities to close out, things like that. A lot of it I can do from here, but there are a few things I need to do in person, including paying some parking fines. It shouldn't take me more than four or five days, but I want to leave California mostly clean. Also, there's a test I need to take."

"Why?" Krystal repeated, and I realized I was doing a horrible job of trying to say what I wanted to say.

"Because I want a new life here in Chicago with you. I talked with a buddy of mine in Los Angeles, he runs the gym that I used to go to. He said he can get me into a weekend long course where I can take the test to become a personal trainer through one of the national bodies. Now, it's not much, it's barely a start, but I was thinking.... well, I want to follow in your footsteps, Krystal. You've stood on your own two feet, and I want to do that too. I want to become the man that you deserve, and I want to move on past a long overextended adolescence. Although, I was kind of hoping you'd still let me stay here with you. If you want, I'll pay rent for my room and you can sub-let it to me."

Krystal blinked, then smiled. "Julian Castelbon, are you asking to move in with me?"

I nodded and kissed her knuckles. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Permanently?"

"That's what I was thinking," I replied, "although maybe someday we can get a bigger place than this."

Krystal leaned forward and kissed me again, her tongue tracing my lips until I opened up and we were soon making out again. "Then your rent is to take me, right now, and make love to me again," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "But this time, I want it a bit different."

"Oh? How so?" I asked, eager to please. My cock was already straining my shorts, and I knew I was more than up to the challenge.

"Shower, gel, and wash me from behind," she said.

"Yes milady," I said, grinning. "Just lead the way."