Billionaire Brothers 2 : Love Has A Name (21 page)

My hands roamed feverishly over the defined contours of his chest and abs. God, the man’s body felt amazing — hard and sturdy under my fingers. Dropping kisses down his chest, I circled my tongue around one nipple and a low groan sounded in his throat. Ha! He was trying to play hard but was clearly struggling. I continued rocking back and forth on his erection that grew harder by the second. It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop. But I needed to feel him. Inside me.
Needed
to.

Balancing my weight, I held onto the desk behind me and twisted my upper body, opening and rummaging through the drawers to find where he kept his condoms. This was Lovello Womanizer Nelson, there’s no way on earth he didn’t have condoms here. The last drawer at the bottom revealed what I was looking for and I smirked to myself and twisted back around. Lovello was watching me with impassive eyes. Not giving any of his thoughts away.

In desperation to have him inside me, I made quick work of undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. I leaned in for another lingering kiss while I weaseled my hand down his boxers. When I pulled his boxers down, I all but sprang from his lap at the sight of his size.

What in the …
Holy Moses
…

An instant feeling of apprehension washed over me. I’d always thought that Zane’s size was huge, but this guy beat him by a long shot. A lump formed in my throat as I contemplated if I should follow through with this or not. Not with how rough I’d intended to be with him. There’s no way I could accommodate all of
that
.

My eyes flicked up to Lovello’s to find him sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. The tell-tale sign that he was trying to hide a smirk, a laugh, or holding his tongue. If I backed out, he’d grow all the more annoying with his cockiness. I couldn’t take back my shocked expression that he’d just seen, but I could try not to give him the satisfaction by backing out. The good thing was, I was in control with this position. This may be the first and last time I have sex with this guy, because God forbid what internal damage I’d suffer if he were in control.

So with bravado, I swallowed my fear and tore open the condom packet. Swear, I swear, my fingers were trembling. Never in my life had I been afraid to have sex. But Savior, the man’s unnatural size had me more frightened than a rabbit. Was he taking enhancer pills or something?

Trying to remain calm and unaffected, I deftly covered him with the latex. Apprehension mixed with excitement as I brought my lips to his again, lifted my hips and started to lower myself onto him. Lovello made a harsh exhalation and I winced as his wide head ripped through me. To temper the pain I kept my mouth glued to Lovello’s, kissing him with my eyes pinched shut.

When I felt full and unable to take anymore of him, I stopped where I could. Then excitement took over and I started my joyride. Gliding up and down, never taking him to the hilt. Pleasure shot through me, and my mouth was everywhere on Lovello. His eyes, his nose, his neck, his ears. I was lost in him. He felt good. Real good. Whatever percentage of him I was riding, it felt helluva good.

Lovello released a guttural groan, gripped my hips and began meeting my strides. He kept trying to bring me down an inch further each time but I kept pulling back. Removing a hand from my hip, he lifted up my blouse and palmed a breast, brushing his thumb over the already hardened bud beneath the lace of my bra. Heavens, I
loved
his touch. It amplified the thick, heavy pleasure inside me. I kept going, not wanting to stop, wanting to ride my Pretty Boy like this all day.

Beads of sweat sprouted on his forehead and his mouth hang lax as he met my strides, trying to force me to take more of him. As I felt my orgasm starting to build, I chanced taking him a bit further. This drove Lovello wild. He flung his head back and gripped my waist tighter, making his thrusts even more forceful. “More, Axia. Take more.”

Again, I sank further and he bit down on his lip, his eyes slammed shut. “More, beauts! Jesus … you feel so tight. More.”

No, I think you’re the one that’s too big.

When I tried for more again, a sharp pain lanced through my stomach which made me cry out. “I can’t … It…” Hurts. But I didn’t want to say that. Didn’t want to admit that I couldn’t manage all of him.

“Beauts … God, I…” He let go of my hips and brought his hands to cup my face, plunging his tongue inside my mouth, possessing both places. I loved being with this man. I loved the feel of him inside me; he belonged there. I loved it when he kissed me. I loved it when he touched me. Because he made me feel
so
good, I held my breath and took him to the hilt. Lovello bit my lip and groaned. “Shit! Yes…”

Staying still, I tried to acclimatize to the feel of all of him. Though his face was bathed in lust, the a-hole still managed a smirk. “Not as tough as you pretend to be, are you?”

“Did I not tell you
not
to speak?” I snapped, angry that he was right.

Taking his length in its entirety, my strides grew harder in anger, pulling hard on his hair as pleasure lanced through me. It was enough to keep him quiet, his hands squeezing and kneading my breast as his breathing labored. This man’s powerful size was hitting a sweet spot that I didn’t even know I had. Damn, he felt good.
Really
good.

My orgasm was riding in on a white horse, the galloping getting louder and louder in my ears. And by the way Lovello was staring into my eyes with his jaw tightly clenched and his nostrils flaring, I could tell he was near, too. It sent me wild, and I leaned back, pressing my hands on his thighs so I could ride him with more severity. The tips of my fingers tickled and I knew it was seconds before I blew up. “Love, I’m gonna … I’m gonna go.”

Lovello growled and shifted so he could meet my strides more steadily. “No … wait … wait for me, Axia.”

And we moved together, our moans getting louder, strides and thrusts getting stiffer, veins bulging, sweat dripping, breaths hitching. It was next to impossible for me to hold off for another minute. My body was so seized with my orgasm teetering on the edge, my joints completely locked, that the majority of the work was left on Lovello.

On a feral growl, he locked me to his chest and choked out, “Now, Axia. Now. Jump off with me”, before sinking his teeth into the flesh of my palm.

At his words, I spiraled. Setting free and allowing my orgasm to take over, jerking me with sharp spasms. Lovello was holding me tight to him with one hand while his teeth sunk painfully into my palm, emitting muffled groans as he pulsed inside me.

Once we were released from the claws of our orgasms, we sagged. Lovello’s face buried in my bosom, and my face pressed in the crook of his neck. Minutes passed before I regained adequate energy to start peeling my sweaty body away from Lovello’s. He tightened his arms around me when he felt me trying to extricate myself, restricting me from leaving and sighing contentment into my bosom.

“I came here for a quick fix,” I blabbed. “Not to cuddle.”

Lovello’s eyes snapped open, and they had the same look of irritation that was there on Sunday. His irritated glare intensified, shooting tiny pins of anger at me. He made as if he were about to say something rotten in retort, but bit his lip instead, gave a small shake of his head and released me.

When I stood to my feet, he masked his favorite expression of no expression and said, “There was nothing quick about that fix. Thanks, nevertheless.”

Guess I deserved that for being a bitch to him, huh?

“Right back at ya,” I mumbled, as if that was going to make him feel as bad as his ‘thanks’ made me feel.

He ignored me as he zipped himself up and redid his belt, tossing the used latex in the wastebasket. Asking no permission, I headed to his bathroom and cleaned myself up. I came back from the bathroom to find him staring blankly out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Was he really that sensitive? Or was he just tired of my bullshit? I don’t necessarily act the way I do on purpose. It’s just my way of keeping things the way I want them. I really, really liked Lovello. And having sex with him had just intensified that likeness. But I just didn’t want anything more than that. What’s so bad about that?

In an attempt to make amends, I sidled over to him and sat on his lap, throwing an arm around his neck. He didn’t push me away, surprisingly, but he ignored me. I held up my hand that had his teeth marks printed into my flesh and joked, “A bit animalistic, don’t you think?”

“Sorry. I bite when I come.” His tone was void of any emotion and his eyes remained straight ahead.

“So … when can I have you sinking your teeth into my flesh again? Later tonight?”

He shifted, as if brushing off the excitement his dick got from that prospective idea. “I don’t want what you have to offer.”

Ouch.
That stung. Much, much more than his ‘thanks’ comment. More like a wasp sting than a bee sting. ‘Cause bees die when they sting: they can only sting once. But wasps can keep on stinging until you’re swollen enough to puncture with a pin.

Unable to even respond to that without making it evident that I was affected by his harsh words, I pried myself away from his lap, grabbed my car keys from his desk and headed for the door. I heard him swivel his chair around but I didn’t want to look back at him.

Three feet away from the door his voice stopped me. “Axia, I didn’t mean what you think I meant.”

Frightening myself with my own anger, I spun around to face him. “Then
what
did you mean, Love? You’ve made me feel like a whore twice in under ten minutes!”

Lovello shot up from his chair and in a nanosecond I was scooped up in his arms. He carried me back across the room and set me to sit on his desk, pushing my legs apart so he could stand between them. It confounded me why I wasn’t fighting him like a wild cat, given how wounded I was by his words. Again I’d learned that being the victim wasn’t nice.

Lovello tilted my chin up so I could see his eyes. “Beauts, I wasn’t trying to make you feel cheap. I’m simply saying I can’t be with you and not be able to call you
mine
. Neither can I brook the thought of you sleeping with someone else because I’m unavailable.” He ran a hand through his hair. “From day one, I’ve never seen you as just another girl. I just … surprised myself with liking you more than I intended to. More than I wanted to. And I want to try, at least,
try
having something different with you.” Sighing, he shoved a more furious hand through his strands. His inky-dark hair looked havocked and abused. “But you keep saying shit like ‘other ways and means’ and then treating me as if you just want me there for sexual reasons. And that just ticks me the hell off. With you, I can’t accept what you have to offer. Not with you.” He took a breath. “You think I just talk about my
life
and
family
so candidly to people?
Especially
women? No,” he said, shaking his head to emphasize. “No, Axia. I never do. Not since my ex-girlfriend. And that’s been, like, seven years.” His warm palms cupped my face. He wasn’t giving me a chance in hell to speak. “In L.A. at the beachfront restaurant, I can’t tell how long it’s been since I felt that relaxed with anyone. I could actually
talk
to you. That’s what I want with you. More.”

Oh, why was he making this so hard for me? “I’m not interested in a relationship with anyone. I’ve told you that.”

“Christ, I’m not asking you to fall in love with me, Axia! I told you I don’t do the love shit either. I just…” he stopped and shook his head. “I just want to be around you, talk to you, hang out with you, call you mine. Not just meet up with you, fuck and then say our goodbyes. I want more than that with you.”

“I don’t think I can —”

“Will you at least think about it?”

My lips spoke their own words. “I’ll think about it. I’ll … try.”

“
We’ll
try.” Cupping my face, he bent his head and slipped his tongue between my lips. I sighed at the warmth and peace I always felt in his presence, with his touches and his kisses. “Just love having you close, beauts. You just feel so … Jesus,” he murmured into my mouth.

I arched into him as fresh arousals swooshed to my center. I wanted him again. More. I shoved my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss.

“Love,” I moaned against his lips. “I want you inside me again so bad. So, so bad.” My teeth clenched onto his lip. “Unfortunately, I have a pilates class in less than twenty minutes.”

Lovello made a low grumble in his throat and flexed his hips into me before pulling away. “Yeah. I have a lot of shit to do, too. Your visit is a stress reliever. I meant it in a good way when I said,
‘thanks’
. I’m really glad you came.”

“Glad that I came or glad that
you
came?” I joked, pushing against him suggestively.

He pushed back, circling his hips. “Glad that you came so that both of us came.”

“The next time we’ll be doing any more quick-fixing, I’d like to see some evidence that you are clean, please,” I said, sliding my butt off the desk. “I don’t do the condom thing. It annoys me. I’ll show you my records, too. And for pregnancy worries, I’m on the injection. Good?”