Billionaire's Lies: A Novel (5 page)

"You're right," he admitted with that devilish expression across his face. "Follow me."

His kitchen was like any chef's dream. It almost looked like a set on a cooking show. The pots that were hanging up, the stainless steel appliances, the wide counter-tops, and the products from the commercials had me speechless.

"You're giving me kitchen envy." I ran my hand along the granite counter-tops.

"You already know what you're giving me." I locked eyes with him. He lifted me up on the counter-top.

"You just couldn't wait to get me back to your bedroom." He shook his head 'no'. "You just have to have me here." He nodded his head, the expression on his face a mixture of lust and seriousness. I was knee deep into his emerald eyes. "So, what are you waiting for?"

We came together again. We were kissing each other hot and heavily. He ripped off my dress and I was kicking off my shoes. He had me completely naked and I laid flat on the counter-top. He opened my legs wide and used his hands to expose me completely. His tongue grazed my button and I squirmed. He chuckled slightly and then dived in. When I thrashed in pleasure, he locked me down with his arms. He was going to make sure that I took it all. My body was blazing. His tongue was curling within my folds. I would gush against him but he didn't relent. He had a goal, or some sort of mission. I was begging him to enter me, but he refused. Instead, he would dive deeper, suck harder, and then recycle my own nectar against me. I could hear myself leaking out and I was amazed he wasn't drowning.

"Flip over," he demanded and my body wobbled over to him. I was so weak now. When I began to move, I saw that I left this huge wet spot on his counter. He didn't even seem to mind. He just stood up, placed his hand on my back, and started to kiss down my back side. His tongue entered familiar territory, but then it lapped its way up to a new home. I giggled at first but then I was pulsating. My sex was throbbing. I reached my hand through my legs and inserted a finger inside. I was wet ten times over and my walls were warm and waiting. He snatched my finger out, sucked it clean, and placed it on the table. He placed his tongue inside me. The sound of him slurping, my nectar falling out me, and what I'm guessing is ten years of sexual tension, led me to one of the biggest orgasms I've ever had.

"Oh?" He was being cocky. When I turned to him, he was wiping my juices off of his face. Before I could say a word, he was carrying me over his shoulder. He opened the bedroom door and put me on his bed. I knelt and started to undress him. Ripping his shirt open, pulling his belt off, and bringing his pants to the ground, I was happy when he was nude, too. His hard tool was in my face. I licked it. It swayed to the left and when I kissed just the head, it moved toward the right. I rammed it inside my mouth, pushing it past my teeth, and as far back as it could go. He hissed and cocked his head back. He was enjoying himself immensely. I opened my mouth wider and relaxed my throat. I was gagging just a little bit and I pulled out and spit on the head.

"Do that again." I complied with his request. "Now stroke me up and down." I took my hand and started to do as he said, when he stopped me. "With both of your hands. And squeeze harder." My hands gripped with much more force and strength. I spit every other stroke just to make sure it was wet. Then without him telling me, I forced him down my throat. He pulled my face in deeper and held it there tightly. I tried to pull away but when he said, "Hold it right there."

I stayed and seconds later, he filled my mouth up. After I let his essence slide down my throat, he laid flat on the bed, and then placed me on his face.

His tongue is a miracle worker. I'm pretty sure it was made out of pixie dust or something because it was magical, the way it worked. There wasn't much time before I found myself riding his face. I grabbed onto the headboard for support. My hips were moving frantically, chasing the orgasm I was sure to have again. His hands were spanking me softly and I caved. The orgasm had me and his tongue had me captivated. It didn't slow up after I came either, it just went on, sending chills through me. I finally begged for him to stop. I slid off and before my back could hit the bed, my legs were already in the air.
How is he already ready for me?
I wondered in amazement at how lucky I was to have found someone as incredible as Blake.

Blake wrapped my thick thighs around his waist, but didn't insert himself into me yet, instead giving me a perfect view of his sculpted body. I could feel his rock hard cock throbbing against my slit, and I squirmed underneath him, eager for him to enter me. His hard-on was getting wet at the touch and when it brushed against my clit, I found myself scooting up.

"Stay put," he ordered me in a warm tone. "Don't act like you don't want this."

"I do," I reassured him.

"How do you want me to do it?" he asked.

"Any way you want."

"No. Tell me how you like it," he commanded, and I paused realizing he was serious.

No one had ever asked me how I liked to have sex. Every sexual encounter I'd ever had consisted of me opening my legs and hoping he knew where and how to touch me. There were some guys who got it right, but more often than not, I left not completely satisfied. There's nothing worse than almost having an orgasm. That's torturous. I imagined that it almost felt like winning a Nascar race and having your car give out on you. At least if you came in second place, you still finished the race...but to never finish?

Blake's eyes were still on me, searing my skin. I thought about it some more and finally answered him.

"I like long and deep strokes." I said with my eyes closed. "And then I like it when it's sped up."

"Look at me."

"What?" I opened my eyes.

"When you are telling me how you like to be pleasured, look at me. There's nothing to be ashamed about here."

"Okay...." I was about to close my eyes again through sheer instinct but those hypnotic emerald eyes had me. "I like it when it speeds up for a while and just when I'm about to cum, it slows down."

"What else?" He was crossing his arms with a smirk.

"Flip me on my stomach and enter me from the back...hard."

"Anything else?"

"Don't take it so easy on me, you'd be shocked at how much I can take. And always try to surprise me." I was looking down and he reached over held my chin up. He kissed my nose.

"Got it."

With that, he pulled my legs and thrust himself inside me mercilessly. I almost cried out from the force of it, but it turned into a moan instead.

Leaning into my ear, he whispered, "You like slow and deep." He did what I said. Every time he was in me, he went deeper than before. He was kissing my neck and all around my collar bone. Whenever he pulled out, his eyes had me again, and when he plunged into me, they had that devious look.

My hands were moving around frantically, trying to find something to grab on to. It was one thing to ask someone how they wanted to be pleased, but it was another to exceed the fantasy beyond their wildest expectations. If I could just find something to hold on to, I could hold out on the orgasm. I wanted so badly to savor this.

"Grab my neck." He leaned forward and as soon as I did, he quickened his speed. I was pulling down with all my might and moaning loudly. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn't. I just held on tightly while he pounded me out. His neck and back were damp and while I was still very wet, I could feel that I was growing sore. That line between pleasure and pain was nearing.

"On your stomach." He moved me before I could follow his request. As I laid flat, he pushed up my buttocks, opened me slightly, found the familiar hole, and entered me. He had the same, long, deep, satisfying speed rate as he did earlier. It was tickling my senses and my body reacted accordingly. I was leaking out like crazy. I've never felt myself get this excited before. When I've climaxed before, it was nothing like this. Those were drops and what I'm experiencing now are waves and rushing waters.

At some point, I blacked out. I remember this loud, guttural scream coming out of me. I turned my head and I was gone. When I opened my eyes, he was on top of me, trying to compose himself. The more I came to, I realized that he had released his juice all on my back...leaving his mark on me. He rolled off me and looked at me before swiftly wiping my back clean with a fresh, warm towel. His bright emerald green eyes were now a faded forest green.

I used my energy to crawl out of bed. I let out a mumble, hoping that he could decipher that as "I'm going to use the restroom." Looking in the mirror, I saw that my hair was damp as well as the rest of my body. It looked like I went swimming and just walked home naked.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I yelled out. I waited for a response and then when I heard nothing, I called out, "Hello?" I peered back into the room. He was fast asleep in the same position I left him in. After all that hard work, he deserved that nap...and a gold medal.

The bathroom cabinet was like a luxury bath supply store. These soaps were rich and fragrant. I decided to indulge myself. I turned the shower on and was amazed at the beauty of the whole bathroom. The shower was all glass and the floor was a gorgeous, dark tile. The steam filled up the room and the warm water hit my skin. It was so exquisite, I forgot where I was. I just lathered up everywhere and felt my skin transform. It felt soft and when I took the loofah to it, it was almost decadent.

When I turned around, I found Blake standing at the doorway, looking at me. He was holding himself with one hand. When the glass got a bit too steamy, I wiped it off and saw his green eyes again. I turned off the water and slid the door open.

"I'm sorry. I asked but you were sleeping." I wiped my face clear of the water and some suds.

"Lather up your breasts." His voice was deeper than before and his eyes were back to that bright emerald green.

"Okay?" I took some soap and began to lather up. When it was thick enough, I swept it across my chest.

"Grab your breasts and play with them." I closed my eyes and started rubbing on my chest until my nipples pointed straight and were hard. "Open your eyes," he demanded. "Look at me while you do it."

My nipples were now between my fingers and I squeezed them. I then squeezed my whole breast and my hand traveled between my legs. I rubbed my clitoris through my lips. My speed was fast and frenzied. It made my body grow warm all over. I threw my head back. It was pulsating. It was letting me know that I had to serve it correctly.

"Turn on the water." His voice came out of nowhere. The water rinsed me clean. He stepped in the shower with me, placed my leg up on the lower handle, and started licking me furiously.

"Oh, God!" I screamed. His emerald eyes seemed to be a shade brighter. Although his mouth was against me, I could sense that he was smiling. He seemed ultimately satisfied with himself. Digging his face further into me, he pushed two fingers inside of me. He curled one of his fingers, hitting my G spot. I decorated his face with my nectar. My hands held on to his head as my body began to convulse slightly.

He slowly stood up, turned me around, pressed me against the wall, and entered me from behind. Pushing himself in and out of me, he had his hand around the back of my neck.

"Look at me," he demanded. I turned my head as much as I could. "Place your hands up over your head." He held my wrists and he sped up. My body slapped against his. The music filled the room. It combined well with our moans and groans. It was like a sexual symphony. He put my hands against the tiles.

"Pop your hips up and down." I used the wall for support and moved my hips as instructed. He then spanked me hard, and for some reason it drove me to an even more sexual frenzy.

He was moaning and spanking me. He bent me completely over, grabbed my shoulders, and used it for leverage to root himself completely inside me. This time, he was 1,000% rougher. His hands dug deep into my hips, leaving imprints. To my surprise, I was wet. I never knew I could enjoy this. I knew I liked it rough but I never knew I liked it this intense. How did he know? He pulled my hair back and I reached my peak.

"Damn!" I screamed out loud.

"Christina..." He drifted off. He pulled himself out. "Open your mouth." I eagerly spun around. His shaft circled my lips before it was inside my mouth. I went to work.

I looked up at him, gave him a sly smile, and slowly rolled my tongue out. I teased his small hole. He jumped up and I sucked solely on the head nice and slow. My fingertips traced up and down his shaft. They traced their way back down to his sac. I gently stroked them as I moved all over his hard shaft. He closed his eyes but they shot open once I started to gargle with the back of my throat. He mumbled something as he fell against the wall for support. I didn't let up though. I slowly slid my mouth off and kissed down his shaft. I then gargled his sac and he exploded soon after.