HUNT (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 13) (3 page)

One button, and then a second, and then a
third.

Lanie couldn’t even speak anymore.

She held onto his blazer for dear life,
and he revealed her breasts, and her nipples were swollen and aching from the
wanting of him.

“Look at you,” he said, and then his
mouth was covering her left nipple, and his tongue was on it, and he was
sucking.

She cried out, as he moved to suck the
other breast.
 
He switched his head
from one bare breast to the other, licking and sucking.

“Brayden,” she gasped.

“Come here,” he said, taking her by the
hand and leading her to the couch.
 
“Sit down.”

She did as he told her, and her legs were
shaking as she sat down and then he sat next to her.

“I’m not very experienced,” she admitted
to him.

He stared at her for a long time.
 
“I know.”

She felt her cheeks flush.
 
“It’s that obvious?”

Brayden put his hand on her thigh and
then he grabbed her by the wrist with his other hand.
 
“It’s sexy,” he told her.
 
“Your innocence.”

She shuddered a little as he guided her
hand to his leg.
 

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to tell you how to do this,”
he said.
 

“How to do what?”

“This,” he said, and then he was kissing
her, his mouth on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
 

She moaned softly, as his hand slid up to
the very top of her thigh, his fingers extending, covering as much territory as
possible.

His fingers were very close to her pussy,
her wet center spot.

“Brayden,” she whispered, as he broke off
his kiss.

“Do what I do, Lanie,” he told her.

She slid her hand up to the top of his
thigh, which was thick and strong as a tree trunk.

She looked down and saw the bulge in his
pants clearly.
 
He was hard.
 
He was waiting for her.

Brayden turned his body towards her, and
now he was gripping her pajama bottoms in his hands and slowly pulling them
down her hips.

Is
this okay?

Should
we be doing this?

Do
I want this to happen right now?

The answer to all these questions, she
realized, was an unequivocal yes.

Brayden watched her expression closely as
he slid her pants down until he finally had revealed her mound, her glistening
flesh, and the open slit that was waiting for him.

She inhaled sharply as he revealed her
private place.

No man had ever done that, had ever seen
her this way.

Sure there’d been some kissing, fumbling
and groping with a few different young men as she’d entered high school and
then her adult years.

But nothing had ever seemed to
progress—or maybe she’d never let it progress—to this point with
any other man.

And now, in just a few minutes, she’d
gone further than ever before with a man who was almost a complete stranger.

How was that possible?

“Now you,” he told her, nodding his head
and indicating his own trousers.

Lanie was nervous, but it had already
gone this far.
 
She knew she wanted
it to go even further.
 
She wanted
to learn—to touch him and be touched by him.

And his guidance felt somehow safe, even
though she knew by his reputation that he was a scoundrel with women.

Slowly, she reached over and began
pulling on his pants the way he had on hers.

“You need to unbutton and unzip me
first,” he smirked.

“Sorry, I’m nervous.
 
I’ve never done this.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed, but his voice
had grown almost impatient.

With shaking fingers, she unbuttoned his
pants and then slowly unzipped them, revealing dark green boxers.
 
Lanie gripped his pants and began
sliding them off his hips, as he’d done with her—leaving his boxer shorts
on.

“No,” Brayden scolded.
 
“The boxers, too.
 
Pull them down, Lanie.”

“Okay,” she said, her excitement building
to a crescendo.
 
She wanted to see
his cock, even though the thought of it frightened her.

She’d never touched a man’s penis, other
than feeling it over the pants during one of those half-drunken grope sessions
from her past.

This was altogether different.

She would be expected to do something
now.

But she acquiesced, sliding his boxers
down along with his pants.
 
Soon,
his hardened, stiff cock was revealed in all its glory.
 
It was fully erect, large, bobbing in front
of her, veiny and thick and engorged.

She stared at it, realizing that it was
very large.
 
“It looks big,” she
marveled, and Brayden chuckled.

“So I’ve been told,” he said.

“Not that I’d really know,” she
said.
 
“I don’t have much to compare
it to.”

Brayden began kissing her again, his lips
moist, his tongue seductively entering and then withdrawing, dancing with her
tongue, his lips playful as her hormones raged in response to his attention.

She felt her body surge, her need for him
becoming almost comically intense.

Her legs spread, and then she felt his
fingers grazing her mound, and it was glorious, wet and soon he was stroking
her slit and then spreading her folds.

“Shit,” she whispered, as another
profound climax hit her, and this time, she couldn’t hide it.
 
Her hips arched up into his hand, and
she cried out as his finger slid all the way inside her heat, all the way down
and into her center hole.

It felt incredible.
 
She wanted more.
 
She bucked her hips again and again.

“Fuck,” Brayden whispered.
 
“You are hot to trot, aren’t you?”

“Fuck me,” she told him.

His eyes narrowed.
 
“I’d like that, but we’re not quite
there yet, sweetheart.”
 

She put her hand on his cock and gripped
it tightly.
 
“What about this?
 
Is this what I’m supposed to do to you?”

“Not quite,” he said.
 
“Loosen your kung fu grip a little,
baby.
 
Don’t choke the life out of
me.”

His hand was no longer on her pussy, and
he was sitting back, watching her work on him.

“Is this better?” she asked, loosening
her grip.

“Yeah.
 
Now you stroke me, up and down, like
your polishing a nice piece of wood.”

She did as he instructed, slowly
polishing his cock with her hand, sliding up and down over his smooth, hard
dick.

She studied him, licking her lips as she
thought about how easily she could bend over and slide him into her mouth.

Just thinking about it sent another wave
of excitement through her lower belly.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“You’re a fucking natural,” he said,
moving his hips, rhythmically fucking her hand with his cock.

She felt the inside of her palm begin to
get sticky and wet, and Lanie realized he must’ve come a little.
 
Had he finished?
 
No.
 
He was still hard.
 
It was
like he was greased up now, and she could tell he was enjoying her
ministrations.

Suddenly, Brayden turned his body again
and was sliding his hand onto her mound, rubbing forcefully, and she was split
open in the best way.

“I’m stimulating that big clit of yours,”
he said.
 
“You feel that?”

“Oh God, Brayden,” she cried out,
grabbing his chest, as he rubbed her clit furiously.

She came yet again.
 
She buried her face in his chest.

“Now finish me off,” he said, standing
up.
 
“Use your hand, baby.”

She began stroking
him,
only now the angle was different because his cock was sticking out, poking
towards her face as she stroked him quickly, sensing his need for release.

“Like this?”

“Just like that,” he said.
 
“That’s perfect.”

He was getting slicker and slicker and
her hand was moving so fast it was almost a blur.

He groaned deep in his throat and she
felt him speed up, and his cock suddenly spurted a thick rope of white fluid
that splattered her cheek and then her breasts, her neck and her pajama
top.
 
He shot more and more, and she
was shocked at how much was coming out, but she continued stroking him.

He moaned and then almost seemed to roar,
his body shaking furiously.

Thick ropes of semen covered her breasts,
glistening against her skin, her nipples, creating wet spots on the fabric of
her open pajama top.

Finally, he seemed to be done.

Brayden stepped back, breathing
heavily.
 
“My Lord,” he said, “that
was unbelievably good.
 
Are you sure
you never did that before?”

She smiled.
 
“I’m sure.”

He shook his head and pulled on his pants
and boxers, while Lanie got up, took off her pajama top and ran into the
bathroom.
 
Once inside, she stared
at herself in the mirror.
 
Her skin
was flushed pink.

His cum was all over the front of her
torso, dripping down her breasts.
 
She swiped her fingertip across his cum and then quickly dabbed it on
her tongue.

It tasted salty, a little different than
she’d expected—but she liked it.
 
She wanted to taste him again
someday,
only she
wanted to suck it out of him next time.

She cleaned herself off and then ran to
her bedroom and changed her top.

When she came out again, Brayden was
standing beside the door to her apartment.
 
“I should go,” he said.

“Oh,” Lanie replied, feeling a little
hurt for some reason.

“I’ve got things to do,” he said, as if
that was an explanation.

“Sure,” she said.
 
“Of course.”

“Goodbye Lanie.”
 
He opened the door of the apartment and
left, and then the door slammed shut.

She was alone.

***

Lanie was shell-shocked and worn out from
the emotional toll of her first day in the city.

She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened
between her and Brayden Forman.

As she lay in bed, nearing sleep, she
wondered if she would ever hear from him again.

Probably not, she decided.
 
He’d come there for a booty call,
knowing that she was interested in him after overhearing her accidental phone
call.

Even now, the memory of the accidental phone
call and subsequent fallout was enough to make her cheeks flame red from
embarrassment.
 

Despite the fact that Brayden had been
interested enough to show up at her apartment and…and what exactly was it that
had happened between them? She wondered.

What
did we do?

You
touched his cock.
 
He came on
you.
 
He put his fingers inside you.

You
did more than you’ve ever done with every other boy and man combined.

And yet, for Brayden Forman, she
suspected it was just another day at the office.

Eventually, Lanie drifted off to a
relatively untroubled sleep.

She awoke about eight hours later to the
sound of her phone ringing.
 
She
came slowly back to awareness, and at first she didn’t even know what the
buzzing sound was.

And then she saw her phone on the
nightstand and realized someone was calling her.

Scrambling, Lanie grabbed the phone and
answered it, trying to sound as if she hadn’t just woken up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Lanie Day?” a male voice
asked.
 

“This is,” she replied.

“I’m calling from Hookup’s HR
department.
 
We’re happy to inform
you that you’ve been offered the position of Assistant to Brayden Forman, our
CEO.”

“Oh,” she said, trying to collect her
scattered thoughts.