A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (12 page)

“Hold on. Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t wear no damn condoms,” he snarled with a look of disgust on his face.

“Well, then you don’t get to play with me.” I pressed my breasts out slightly.

“Okay, I’ll wear one.”

Damn straight you will, I thought to myself as I smiled seductively at him. He reached out and put his hands on my arms, pulling me closer to him. As his thick, soft lips pressed against mine, my knees almost gave out. Electrical signals rushed through my body, announcing pleasure that would soon spread. We made our way over to his bed on the other side of the loft.

Once we got there, he stopped kissing me long enough to rummage in the top drawer of a wooden nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out three packages of condoms still attached to each other and waved them in front of my face. I continued to grin up at him as my heart beat faster. The waitress across the street had been right about my desire for new sexual situations.

“I’ll put it on you,” I said, grabbing the condoms from him and ripping one off the strip.

He seemed nervous, so I leaned forward to give him a hug and kiss on the lips. My actions activated him somehow, and he bent down and kissed me on the lips again. This kiss was more passionate. The stranger excited me sexually. As our lips locked and danced together, I reached down and undid his pants. After they slid to the floor, he pulled my shirt off over my head.

His hands grabbed my breasts over my bra, massaging them. A moment later, the bra was gone and I stood in front of him topless. The rest of our clothes soon hit the carpeted floor of the loft. He was big, but I pushed him back and onto the bed. As he sat on the edge of the mattress, I knelt in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

All the pain in his face faded away as I grabbed his thick cock in my right hand and stroked it up and down a few times. When he was semi-hard, I opened the condom wrapper with my teeth and pulled out the rubber. Once it was placed over the tip of his marvelous, black dick, I unrolled it with my mouth. As my lips slid down his smooth shaft, he leaned back and sighed.

“It’s so beautiful,” I said after I was done.

“It likes you,” he joked.

I held the base of his cock tightly and sucked as much of him as I could back into my mouth. At the same time, I reached between my legs with my other hand and began to rub my pussy. It was getting wetter as I worked my lips up and down his hardness. While he was big, it was definitely not the largest I’d ever seen or sucked. Still, it would do. Even better, I could make him feel happy again.

And by how hard he was getting, he was definitely happier. He leaned back and let me work. Once he was at full mast, I climbed onto his lap. My breasts pressed against his chest as I slowly lowered myself on him. The condom covered cock entered my tight pussy, filling me completely. His hands roamed over my back, slipping down to grab my ass as I rode him.

The strangest thing to me was being so close to the ceiling of the garage. That and the smells in the air. Grease, oil and gasoline aromas couldn’t be ignored at first, but all that drifted away. All I could concentrate on was his big, black cock moving in and out of me. For such a big man, Jerome was a gentle lover. Does he think he’s going to break me?

I climbed off his lap, causing him to look at me as if he’d done something wrong. When I got back on the bed with my legs spread, he understood I just wanted to switch positions. He got between my legs, holding them up with his strong, thick arms. His magnificent cock penetrated me again. As he slowly pushed it in all the way, I wrapped my arms around his back.

“Fuck me fast and hard,” I hissed.

He looked into my eyes to make sure he’d heard me correctly. I nodded my head, and he sped up. As he fucked me faster, the look on his face changed. It was slight at first, but I soon saw hunger and lust in his eyes. To my surprise and delight, he pulled out, turned me over, and planted his cock in my pussy from behind. We fucked doggy style for what seemed like forever to me.

Our moans began to synchronize as we moved as one body. Friction built up between my legs, spreading pleasure throughout my body. My chest rose and fell quickly as I became more and more excited. What was best was that look on his face. He was suddenly a lot different than the grouchy man I’d met earlier in the evening. I’ve given him a little life…

“Ugh,” he grunted.

His face contorted as his cock throbbed deep inside my pussy. Did he just come? As he tried to catch his breath, he looked into my eyes. I smiled, assuring him I was okay and having fun. I saw a faint look of disappointment in his face. He was probably wondering why a fine-ass blonde woman like me wanted to fuck him, not realizing it was more for me than him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still out of breath.

“You’re fine. It’s okay.”

I smiled again. He pulled out of me and slipped the cum filled condom off his cock. After tossing it aside, he settled between my legs. His large, powerful hands slipped under my ass. When his powerful tongue started to slide up and down the entire length of my slit, I moaned loudly and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face into my pussy. Those lips!

As if to make up for not making me come, his tongue slid over every inch of my delicate, pink lips. I bucked my hips, wanting more. He slid two fingers inside my pussy and wiggled them back and forth while moving them in and out. It was all too much. Waves of pleasure washed over my entire body as my orgasm approached.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I moaned.

Then it hit. The biggest Big O I’d had in quite a while. It was better than the ones with Steven in some ways. As I breathed heavily, enjoying the orgasm, I couldn’t believe I was still thinking about the billionaire. When Jerome lifted his head and smiled up at me, I was brought back to the moment. His face was wet with my juices.

“Come here. Lay with me,” I said.

He obliged, getting into bed and lying next to me. As we laid together in his spare bed, our bodies touching, I thought once again about Steven. If I’d stayed with him, I would’ve never had this experience. Life is a series of choices.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Lots of stuff,” I lied.

“Okay, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Huh?” I peered up at his face. “I just told you.”

“That’s a bullshit answer, and you know it. Don’t get me wrong. I really don’t care that much, but you shouldn’t go around lying to people, even if they’re innocent little lies.”

“White lies?” I asked as I giggled.

He chuckled. “You’re the funniest woman I’ve met in a while.”

“You need to get out more.”

“I do. And I think I will now. You’ve awakened something in me.”

I reached down and squeezed his manhood as it rested.

“Yeah, that, but something else too. I want to thank you.”

“Mmmm…” I sighed, content living in the moment. “I could go to sleep again.”

“Go ahead. I can leave, if you want.”

“No. Stay. Please.”

He sighed contentedly and squeezed me closer. A feeling of safety fell over me as I laid in bed next to him. We’d just met, but after what we’d just shared, I considered him a friend. Even better, our hook-up had convinced me I was making the right decision moving to California to start a new life.

“Are you leaving tonight?” he asked.

“No. I was going to sleep here if that’s okay.”

“I’d like that.”

I wondered briefly if I should express my sadness at him losing his wife, but I decided not to bring it up. The moment was too perfect to risk ruining it. For such a big and well-endowed man, Jerome was a very respectful, romantic and giving lover. Gradually, I fell asleep under the blankets and snuggled up against Jerome, the best man in Pennsylvania.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

When I woke up in the morning, he was on the other side of the bed still asleep. His snores almost made me laugh for some reason. I managed to keep from giggling so I didn’t wake him up. After I carefully climbed out of bed, I got dressed quickly. His body looked peaceful. I watched him sleep for a moment or two before I headed down the stairs to the garage. In the office, I wrote a quick note on a receipt.

“If I’m ever in Pennsylvania again, I’ll be sure to look you up. Thanks again. You’re the best. –Nikki xoxo”

I left $500 with the note to pay for the tow and fixing my car. I didn’t know if it was too much or not enough, but I was somehow sure I’d run into Jerome at least once again in my life. It was the last of the cash I had on me, but I could stop at a bank. Hell, you can go buy a better car if you want. That’s probably a good idea. Outside in the morning sun, I stretched.

A smile spread over my face. In some small way, I’d grown as a person in the last twenty-four hours. Thoughts of Steven sleeping with Maryanne faded in my mind a little more as I got into my car and started it up. Before Jerome woke up, I drove away and into Scranton. The theme song for The Office played in my mind, causing me to smile.

My life wasn’t perfect, but for the first time in a long time, I had hope that it was about to get a lot better. I didn’t want to make sleeping with strangers a common practice, but the night with Jerome was special to me. I’d never forget the way he’d treated me, the pleasures he’d given my body. Even if I never saw him again, he would hold a special place in my memories.

The miles between me and him began to add up as I made it through Scranton and headed west toward Pittsburgh and then Ohio, a place I’d never been before. While I had a lot to think about and decisions to make, for the moment I was happy. What other adventures await me as I travel cross country? I couldn’t wait to find out.

Four

Nikki Flees to the Cleve

I stared out the plate glass window in front from behind the counter. Life as a barista wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t much different than being a babysitter. After leaving Pennsylvania, I heard some crazy guy called Xander on late night college radio talking about an artistic revolution happening in the Tremont neighborhood in Cleveland. He got me so worked up, I decided to Flee to the Cleve to see for myself.

A month later, I’d infiltrated myself into the local scene by getting a job at The Loop, one of the popular coffee shops that had sprouted up in the area. Xander and I had hung out a few times and smoked pot together. We clicked on a level I hadn’t achieved with any of the other men I’d been with in my life. He was definitely walking that thin line between genius and madness.

Is that what attracts me to him so much? I wondered as a random hipster strolled up, opened the door, and came in. As he walked over to the counter to place his order, I took a deep breath. Dealing with dumbass hipsters all day was the only negative thing about my job. The free coffee was nice, but the customers were a lot worse in my mind.

“Can I help you?” I asked as friendly as I could muster on an early Tuesday afternoon.

“Yes. Do you have goat milk or cow milk?”

Fuck… I smiled. “Both, of course. This is The Loop. We’re known for our dedication to dairy as well as the local art community.”

He held his palm up, as if to stop me from talking. What am I? Some kind of fucking Wii game to him? The smile on my face was frozen in place, but inside my mind, I let the guy have it. While I didn’t need the job, the money was nice and it had allowed me to get closer to Xander without being too pushy. Friends first was going to be one of my new mottos in life.

“Make it a half-mocha with a shot of goat milk, two teaspoons of cow milk, three seconds of whipped cream and…”

“We’re out of that,” I interrupted.

“Which part?”

“All of it. I can get you a small or tall coffee. That work?”

He snorted, as if I’d actually offended him in some way. “Is your manager around? I’d like to talk to your baristavisor.”

I laughed. “My what?”

“The supervisor of the baristas here. I’d like to file a complaint.”

Without saying a word, I pointed to a huge painting on the wall. “Can you read that?”

“What?” he asked as he turned around.

“Cleveland is the city where we come from so run,” I said simply.

“What’s Harvey Pekar have to do with you having a bad attitude?”

“Just leave, okay?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Did you just tell me, a customer, to leave?”

“Um. Yeah.”

He raised his arm and pointed at me, about to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth as I stared him down, calm, cold and collective like a true citizen of Cleveland. Frustrated, he stormed out of the shop. A real artist, a painter, raised a fist in support from a nearby table. We were the only two people in the shop. Well, until Xander showed up a few minutes later.

“Hey, Nikki,” he said, leaning against the counter and stroking his thick, long goatee.

“Hey, Xander. What’s up? You want a cup?”

“No. I mean yeah. The coffee, but I want to invite you to my poetry rendition tonight.”

I laughed at his awkwardness. He found it hard to talk to people, to get them to understand, but I could see he had a brilliant mind underneath it all. That or he was really fucking crazy. Either way, I loved spending time with him and wanted to take it a little further. Steven the billionaire still popped in my thoughts occasionally, but with each day that passed I was able to forget him a little more.