Naked Canvas (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (22 page)

His hips jerked against me and he stopped moving. I locked my lips around his throbbing hardness and sucked ferociously. He emptied himself into my mouth, and I swallowed every drop. He moaned in sweet agony.

“Oh my god, Angie,” he groaned. “You’re amazing.”

I looked up at him. His eyes were shut and his face was contorted in the throes of his pleasure. I kept sucking until he pulled himself out of my mouth, his cock now too sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm. He collapsed back on the bed, his breath heaving in his chest.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me hard. The passion in him took my breath away.

“It’s your turn,” he said.

He jumped out of bed and stood towering over me. The sight of his naked body glistening with sweat sent shivers through me. His hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the mattress. He spread my legs and knelt between them.

His tongue parted my swollen lips. He licked his way up to my clit, softening his tongue as he swirled it around my hard bud. Then he laid his tongue flat against me and sucked at my clit like he was sucking on a peach. The sensation of it sent me into a dizzying spiral of ecstasy. I had never felt anything like it before.

His mouth sucked at me. Teased me. I squirmed underneath him, trying to force my pussy harder into his face.

“Oh my god,” I screamed, unable to restrain myself and not caring.

He kept his mouth firmly against me, milking pleasure from me. The pulsing ache in my belly grew until my entire body was filled with electric fire. My chest rose and fell with short, gasping breaths. I felt myself tightening up. My thighs gripped his head and I felt myself slipping over the delicious edge.

My orgasm exploded like fireworks. White light flashed in my brain, erasing everything except the overwhelming pleasure ripping through me. The sweet fire consumed every particle of my being, leaving me breathless and quivering.

When I came back to my senses, he stood up between my legs and his shaft was standing at the ready again. Despite the aftershocks still trembling through my limbs, I desperately needed more. My legs widened for him, beckoning him to me.

His body pressed against mine and he kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, and for some reason, that drove me wild. I slithered back on the bed and he followed, keeping his thick cock poised above my aching slit.

I shifted my hips upwards, searching for him frantically. I needed him inside me. He positioned his throbbing head against my pussy. I stared into his eyes hungrily.

“Please,” I said.

He thrust himself into me, and his length filled me completely. Slowly, my body adjusted to accommodate the size of him. He gently began to work his cock back and forth inside me, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts until he settled into a steady, maddening rhythm.

But he didn’t just pound away. He shifted his hips with every stroke, finding different angles and massaging every part of me. He took my breast in his mouth as he fucked me. His mouth was hot and wet and the sensation on my nipple sent jolts of pleasure directly to my aching clit.

My hands gripped his firm biceps. I could feel my nails digging into his flesh. This only seemed to drive him harder. He picked up the pace, eliciting moans of pleasure from me with every stroke.

An intense fire built inside me. Madness took over my brain as he rode me into oblivion. Each thrust sent my body further and further over the edge. My pussy tightened around him and I could feel him twitch inside me.

We came together in a crashing surge of savage intensity.

He collapsed beside me on the bed. His chest rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath. My own breathing was just as fast and my heart was racing. I stared up at the ceiling as my trembling body reveled in the exhausted feeling that gripped me.

I felt his hand seek out mine, and our fingers intertwined. It was such a simple, sweet, and intimate gesture. Despite whatever doubts I’d had about him before, at that moment, I knew for sure that he loved me.

We lay like that for a long time, not speaking, not thinking. Just enjoying that moment of shared intimacy in our own private corner of the world.

***

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, the sun was streaming in through the studio windows. A sweet lethargy suffused my limbs. My entire body lay still and relaxed on Dominic’s bed, although he was nowhere to be found.

With a sigh, I sat up and stretched my tired muscles. The day before had been a crazy ride. While some of it was a blur in my mind, my aching muscles remembered every tense moment.

I slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but a smile at my memories of last night. My regular clothes had been stashed in the bathroom yesterday, before I had gone into dominatrix mode. Everything that had happened seemed like a wild fever dream. I still couldn’t believe the things I had done or the way I had acted. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any shame. Instead, I felt alive.

The studio was peaceful and silent. The only sound was my footsteps padding across the floor. I caught sight of the bright red numbers on the wall. The countdown had paused at 13:37. I had been less than fourteen hours away from making it through the day and getting the money I needed.

I felt a twinge of disappointment then. I wasn’t upset that I didn’t make it through the day. In fact, I was proud of myself for it. It took a certain strength of character to walk away from that much money, but somehow, I had found that strength within myself. By doing so, something real had formed between Dominic and me. I didn’t know what would happen between us, but I was optimistic.

My disappointment came from the fact that I still needed money. The problem of my love life had been solved, at least for now, but the mystery of my continuing education was just as murky as it was a week ago before I’d even met Dominic.

As if thinking of him summoned him, the door to the studio opened and Dominic breezed through with a smile on his lovely face and two cups of coffee in his hands. I was thrilled to see both his face and the coffee. The man knew what I liked.

“Good morning,” he said, his face brightening at the sight of me. He stopped and looked my naked body up and down. “A very good morning.”

I felt my face go red but I did nothing to cover myself up. After everything that had happened the day before, I felt a distinct lack of self-consciousness around him. “Good morning, Mr. Bell,” I said with a grin.

His lips quirked up in a smile and he nodded his head in a little bow. “Mistress,” he said.

We both laughed at that. It was an easy, comfortable laugh. The mood between us felt so different from just twenty-four hours prior. We had only known each other for a short time, but after everything we had gone through and shared the day before, I felt closer to him than if I had known him for years.

The sheer intensity of the day and the raw honesty we shared with each other was more than we would have experienced on a thousand dates. We had both been completely vulnerable in front of each other in a way that most people never were. We’d shared a lifetime of intimacy in a single day, and we came out the other side as close as two people can be.

I took the coffee from him and put it on the counter. Then I took his hand and dragged him back to bed.

***

Afterward, we lay next to each other in a tangle of sweaty sheets. I stared up at the ceiling content with life for the first time in forever. He reached over and held my hand again. The gesture made my heart swell with affection for him.

“So,” he said. “What would you like to do today?”

I sighed. “What I’d like to do is stay in bed with you until neither one of us can move.” I gave his hand a squeeze. “But I have my first final exam in two days. I have to study. I may not be able to afford tuition next year, but I still need to pass all my classes this year.”

“About school,” he said. “I’ll cover that.”

I shook my head. “Absolutely not. I broke the agreement. If I took your money now, I wouldn’t have earned it. It would just be charity.”

“Nonsense. We spent the full twenty-four hours together. You just took a little break in the middle.”

“I can’t take it. It was fine when it was just a business arrangement, but now that we’re a couple, it would be wrong.”

He turned on his side to look at me. “So you think we’re a couple now?” he asked.

“Oh, well, I thought that’s what you wanted…” I trailed off.

He pulled me into his arms tightly and kissed me. “Of course, that’s what I want. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want,” I said quietly.

“Then it’s settled. But I don’t know about all this finals business. I don’t think I’m ready to let you go.”

“It sucks. I know. But I have to do it. All of next week I’m going to be stuck with my head in a book.”

“Maybe I can just pay off your professors so we can spend the rest of the week together.”

I giggled into his chest. “Believe it or not, there are some problems that money can’t solve.”

“That’s crazy talk.”

“I know. It’s sad, but I think I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way.”

“Damn. Can we still see each other?”

“I’ll do my best to make some free time, but I can’t promise anything.”

“I’ll be waiting by my phone anxiously. Like a sad little puppy.”

I laughed. “You’re so stupid.” I took all of the sting out of the words by kissing him and then quite a bit more.

Chapter 23

True to my words, the next week consisted of late nights surrounded by notes and books.

Gallons of coffee were consumed, tears were shed, and all the while, my heart ached to be with Dominic. We texted each other and spoke on the phone, but I never got a chance to see him. He begged me to meet with him for just an hour, but I knew that hour would become two hours, then three hours, and before I knew it, a whole day would have gone by. So I forced myself to stay away.

He pouted a little, which was somehow cute when he did it. I promised I would make it up to him when finals were over, and he begrudgingly agreed.

Finally, a week later, I walked out of my last exam for the year and into the sweet spring air. Couples sat out on the sunny quad, flirting and laughing. It made me think of Dominic. I messaged him that I was out and that I would stop by later. He didn’t respond.

It didn’t matter. Even though finals were done, I had one more piece of business to take care of on campus. I headed to the academic support office to talk to my adviser, Mrs. Hamilton.

She invited me into her office and I took a seat. My stomach twisted with nervousness.

“Angie, good to see you again. How can I help you?”

“I’m in a bit of a bind. Is there a way I can take a year off school and come back without having to reapply?”

Her eyebrows knit in consternation. “Well, yes, students can take a leave of absence in certain situations. I have to say I’m surprised, though. Dean’s list. Top five percent of your class. Why would you want to take a year off?”

I started to say something but instead I started to cry. Mrs. Hamilton came around the desk and put her arm around my shoulder.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?”

I forced myself to calm down enough to speak. “I can’t afford it. I need to take some time off to earn some money.”

“Can’t you get loans?”

“I already have loans, but without a job, they don’t come close to covering all of my expenses.”

“Yes, you’re not the only student whose told me that. Still, with your grades and your background, there has to be a way to work this out. Let me check your file.”

She sat down at her computer and clicked around. “Well this is strange.”

I sniffed and wiped away my tears. “What?”

She turned to me with a confused smile on her face. “According to your file, you’re all paid up.”

“My tuition for next year has been paid?”

“No, your tuition for the next two years has been paid. You’re all set until graduation. Do you have some mysterious benefactor you don’t know about?”

Fucking Dominic. “Yes,” I said. “I know exactly who did it.”