Rocked by the Billionaire (2 page)
I looked into the monitor and Aiden sat in front of his computer, legs spread wide with his fat, hard cock sticking straight up in front of him. He lowered his head, spit on his cock and dragged his hand slowly up and down his thick shaft. He took his other hand and licked his palm and rubbed it around the head in circles.
“That’s beautiful, Lexi,” Aiden said as he watched me play with my pussy in the monitor. “Tell me you can’t wait to fuck Daddy.”
“I can’t wait to fuck Daddy.”
I spanked my pussy with quick slaps and smashed my hand down on my swollen clit. I rubbed myself, grinding my hand across my soaking wet pussy as I watched Aiden yank his cock while he watched me.
“I cannot wait to fuck my baby,” Aiden said.
He stood from his chair and walked toward his monitor while he pumped his cock with his hands. He stood directly in front of the monitor and quickened the pace he used to jack his cock. I spread my legs wider and arched my hips pretending that his cock was coming for my cunt. I could not wait to have that magnificent piece of meat slamming in and out of my pussy.
“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I screamed.
I couldn’t hold back and refused to wait a second longer. I jammed two fingers in my pussy and pressed high up against my g-spot and clamped down on my clit.
“Yes baby,” Aiden said, “cum for Daddy. Squirt all over Daddy’s cock.”
I felt the release deep inside my cunt and I lost all control. I was a mess of wet, fumbling fingers as my arms and legs flailed. As I came, I squirted all over myself as the muscles inside my pussy clamped down around my fingers.
I grabbed my laptop and rested it on my tits and watched Aiden continue to jack off. Finally, when he could no longer resist, he came and squirted creamy jizz all over his monitor.
“Fuck!” he said.
He rubbed the head of his cock against the monitor and reduced it to a cloudy smear of cum.
“I’m glad we both have the protection plan on these things,” I said.
Aiden laughed as he took a tissue and wiped down his monitor while I did the same. He followed my hands around on his monitor pretending like he was going to catch them. He took his laptop and got onto his couch and lay back with his monitor on his chest.
“Man, I’m spent, love,” he said as he rested back against the cushions on his couch. “How are you my darling?”
“I’m good,” I said and yawned. “Tired.”
“Well you get some sleep and I will see you tomorrow. I’m sending my car to the airport to fetch you,” he said.
“You mean you’re not coming to get me?”
“I don’t drive around Barcelona, darling,” he said. “Besides, you’ll be much better off. It will be a faster trip with Roger driving and that means we’ll have more time together.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
“That’s a good girl. I’m knackered love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said and closed his computer.
“Goodnight,” I said to the blank screen.
I hopped off my couch and ran around my apartment getting my stuff together for my trip. I wanted to be totally prepared so I could get as much beauty sleep as possible and look my best for Aiden. My friend Allen walked into my apartment with our friend Pauline as I packed.
“Lexi,” Allen said from the doorway, “it’s us. Is it safe to come in?”
“Of course, get in here. Why wouldn’t it be safe? You know I’m alone.”
“Well, one can never tell,” Allen said and as he walked into my living room.
Allen threw some clothes I laid out on my dining table into my suitcase. He held up a cotton candy colored negligee I purchased for my trip.
“So you’ve already done the nasty with dirty daddy this evening?” Pauline teased.
“Oh Lexi, please tell me you’re not still having Skype sex with your papa,” Allen said and pinched my ass.
“Yes, I am and there’s nothing wrong with it,” I said.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Allen said and sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with it if you’re a prisoner!”
“Whatever Allen, after tomorrow I won’t be reduced to a mutual rub and tug via computer because I will have the real thing.”
“It’s so depraved Lexi,” Pauline said. “I mean the man was your stepfather.”
“So what?” I said. “And are you going to talk about depraved? Are you not the same girl who participated in a full-on orgy with a certain rugby team?”
“Yes, but none of those men were my father, you dirty whore,” Pauline said and laughed as she helped me pack.
“What if it’s not enough, Lexi?” Allen said. “I mean, we know how you really feel for him. You try to pass it off as this airy, kinky tension reliever, but I know the truth.
“We know the truth,” Pauline said.
“What if you can’t handle the real thing?” Allen said.
Of course I thought about it. I knew my obsession with Aiden was not the best thing for me. He is certainly not a safe bet. But my want of him went beyond the sensible. Besides, I’ve never been one for sensibility.
The flight from London to Barcelona felt like it took forever. If I could crawl under the wing, I my nervous energy would have propelled that flight. I availed myself of the complimentary bar service with a couple of strong Bloody Marys but I tried to keep myself in check because I didn’t want to arrive at Aiden’s super sloshed. I went into the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror.
I chose a short, tight jersey knit dress in a shade of deep cherry red--Aiden’s favorite color. The knit accentuated my curves and made my ass pop. The scoop neckline was a perfect complement to my large tits and the bra I chose made them practically spill over the top of the dress. I left the panties off, no need for them. My full lips were painted a deep cherry color to match the dress and I wore little makeup other than some mascara that made my already dark eyelashes look full. I was more harlot than angel, but as evidenced, I am no angel.
I nearly knocked over a dear old man as I ran through the airport after the plane landed and made a silent wish that Aiden’s driver Roger was already waiting for me.
Roger walked through the airport door as I ran out and I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward Aiden’s limo.
“Miss Lexi, I trust your flight was good,” he said as I pushed him toward the car.
“Yes Roger, just in a hurry. Now, let’s step on it.”
I fixed my makeup in the back of the car and tried to calm myself by taking in the beauty of Barcelona.
Aiden lives on a massive property on the coast. A colossal estate built in the 1500’s, Aiden’s home is an advertisement for vulgar excess. The main house has two kitchens that are never messy and sprawling marble staircases and bathtubs alone are bigger than my living room in London. The last time I was there was before our blowout in Ibiza and when Roger finally drove through the gates to the estate, I was almost excited to see the villa as I was to see Aiden. Almost.
With my bag in my lap and my hand on the limo’s door handle the entire ride from the airport, I practically leapt out of the car before Roger came to a stop when he pulled into the circular driveway in front of Aiden’s mansion. When Rodger finally stopped the limo, I jumped out and started up the massive stone stairs toward the door.
Roger called for me and I didn’t turn around until I reached the iron and wood fortress front door of the main house.
“Miss Lexi,” Roger called up from the bottom of the stairs.
“What is it Roger?”
“Miss Lexi, Miss Lucia told me to tell you to meet her at the main pool for cocktails upon your arrival.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
There was no way he said--
“Miss Lucia is at the estate. She is eager to see you and is at the pool waiting.”
Fucking hell, I did hear right. I didn’t understand why Aiden failed to tell me that Lucia was coming and I was pissed. I bounded my way through the main house and didn’t even stop to say hello to Aiden’s main housekeeper Therese when I blew past her. I whipped myself into a jealous froth and was completely prepared to chuck Lucia into the pool.
I walked through the French doors to the pool patio and Lucia sat at one of the bistro tables with a tray of cocktails. She had the nerve to sit there and read a magazine as if she hadn’t a care in the world. As if she weren’t the worst stepsister in the universe and ruined my life. She looked up and took off her aviator shades and ran toward me.
“Ah Bella, you are here,” she said and hugged me.
Lucia wore nothing underneath her untied robe. We are always naked in Spain, especially during the summer. If you ever came to the estate, you would swear you walked into a nudist colony. Winter is no exception, we just tend to don robes.
If you close your eyes and imagine what a Lucia looks like, you probably have a good picture of my Lucia.
My stepbrother Jeremy says Lucia is built like a brick shithouse. But really Lucia looks as if she was drawn by Vargas and belongs in a comic book. When you look at her body
pop
,
boom
,
bam
goes off in your head.
Lucia’s mother is a beautiful woman from Northern Italy and her biological father is from Madrid. Perfect genes. She’s blond, with a beautiful face, dark eyes and a full, luscious mouth--absolutely breathtaking. And the bitch is nice. And funny. And right then I hated her, but I knew despite everything, my hate wouldn’t last long.
“What are you doing here, Lucia?” I said as I brushed past her and grabbed a cocktail off the table.
“What’s wrong, Lexi? Are you not happy I’m here?” she said and sat down next to me.
“Um, not really. This was supposed to be my time with Aiden, Lucia,” I said. “Remember when I told you that I wanted to fuck him? Well, this was to be the moment.”
“But what does this have to do with me? You can still fuck him, Lexi. I just came because he told me you were going to be here and I haven’t seen you in months.”
I felt like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth. She wasn’t here to steal my thunder. She was here to see me and we were friends.
“I’m sorry Lucia, I’m just nervous I guess,” I said and took a swig of my cocktail. “Where is he?”
“He’s over in the studio for a meeting. Therese said he’ll be up here soon.”
“Have you seen him?”
“I got in last night and what I’ve seen of him looked very hot, Lexi,” Lucia said and flapped her robe, exposing her nude body to the cool, sunny day.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Well actually,” she said and slid her hand across my tits, “what I saw of you both was hot!”
“What do you mean Lucia, did you spy on us last night, you sneaky slut?” I said.
“Did I ever,” she said and put her legs up on the table and spread them wide. “I think I came with you two just watching. It was a ménage!”
We both laughed and my anger for her was forgotten.
Lucia went inside the house and brought me back a robe.
“Do you want to put this on now or should he first see you in that dress?” Lucia said and pulled me up from the table. “You look so fucking sexy.”
Lucia and I played with each other a few times over the years.
One time we were on holiday in France and she and I picked up two gorgeous Italian men and went back to our hotel and all fucked. Lucia and I put on a show for the men, going down on each other until the men were mad with desire. The last time we were together was about five months ago when I stayed at her apartment in Milan. We were watching porn movies and both incredibly horny and didn’t want to be bothered with going out to find boys. It was just natural for us to go at it. Like I said, Lucia is fucking hot. You would do the same.
Lucia traced the lines of my waist with her fingers and the warmth from her body mingled with the warmth of the vodka and I felt this delicious heat radiating down my stomach and to my pussy. He brought her fingers around and kneaded my ass. She pulled down a bit and I felt it in my pussy. I parted her robe and stared at her body. I licked my lips as I thought about sucking on her beautiful nipples. Lucia made my clit throb like Aiden did.
“We can do this together,” I said. “We can do this together with Aiden if you want.”
“It’s up to you, Lexi,” she said. “I’ve already had him, would it be fair for you to share?”
“I’m just going with what I feel right now Lucia,” I said and ran my fingernails over her tits and down her stomach. “I want you too. And I think Aiden will like it.”
“Aiden will like what?” he said.
I turned and stared at him. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a tight rugby shirt that stretched across his flat stomach and revealed the cuts from his muscles. He walked up to me and grabbed me in his arms and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt the cool breeze hit my ass as my dress rode up to my stomach. He bounced up and down a few times and my bare pussy rubbed against his stomach and made me ache.
“Hello beautiful,” he said and gave me a deep kiss, “Daddy certainly missed his baby.”