Retaliation: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (21 page)

“Mmm, it's such a lovely light olive tone,” he muses before suddenly smacking my ass. Electricity jolts through me and I gasp, the warmth spreading as he rubs, each circle of his hand sending ripples through my body to concentrate on my pussy. “Although a little more pink would be nice temporarily.”

“Thank you, sir,” I moan, my breath catching in my chest when he lifts his hand, only to bring it down on the other side, rubbing gently again afterward. “Mmm, Carson... I love it.”

Carson's cock is rock hard underneath my belly as he spanks again, each stinging swat rubbed away to pure hot pleasure by gentle caresses after, until my entire body is trembling with desire. I can feel the moisture gathering inside of my thighs, and I only stop myself from rubbing my aching, fiery clit along his leg by sheer willpower and the desire to feel him inside me.

“Two more,” Carson says huskily, trembling on his own edge, but pushing himself and me to a higher level. “Just two more, then you can climb in my lap.”

I barely breathe as Carson spanks me two more times, the last time his hand slipping between my legs and rubbing at the lips of my pussy, causing me to moan deeply, pushing back into his hand. “Carson... oh yes, it's so good.”

“Amazing and perfect,” Carson says, lifting me off his lap and pushing his pants down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock and sitting back. I use the chance to pull my t-shirt off and swing my leg over him, feeling him already spreading me open even with just the head of his cock. “You control yourself this time.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, grinning. Sitting in his lap like this, I can look in his amazing eyes and see his face as I sink down on him, each inch as good as the first time, filling me and completing my soul as much as my body. I take him all in one long, amazing stroke, my eyes rolling back when my clit drags over his skin near the end. “Oh my God.”

“Fast and hard, right?” Carson asks, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “It's your ride.”

I grin in reply, seeing that even though he's trying to act like he's in control and just amused by my reaction, he's nearly as on edge as I am, and when I squeeze myself around him he moans softly, his own breath shuddering. “Fast and hard. We have all night for more.”

I lift up, sinking down again, both of us grunting at the feeling, and I start riding him. Carson bends his head down and captures my right nipple in his teeth, biting gently as I ride him, fireworks exploding in my eyes as every nerve inside me lights up. My thighs flex over and over as I lift and fall, burning as my passion pushes me on. I'm racked, torn apart by the pleasure as Carson holds me, letting go of my nipple to taste and kiss my neck while I ride him, his cock plunging into me and my clit exploding with every crashing thrust inside me as it grinds into the base of his cock.

Time loses all meaning as I plunge myself up and down, crying out in pleasure, not caring if Katrina and Jackson downstairs can hear me or not. Let them hear, let them be jealous that I'm with the perfect man, I don't care. I lose myself in the pleasure, the feeling of his hands on my skin, his lips kissing me, his cock filling me over and over.

“Yes...” Carson rumbles, his cock swelling inside me. I feel him on the edge, and with a deep grunt, he's coming, sending me on my own orgasm, the world spinning as I ride the wave.

We collapse, Carson falling back on the mattress, me on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me, gasping for breath.

* * *

“
H
ow
... how did you ever become so wonderful, so perfect for me?” Carson asks, finding the words and needing to get them out. “How could you have been made so, that I can open up my heart and myself fully to you so easily?”

“I ask myself the same thing about you,” I whisper, stroking his face and smiling. “I know you never asked me, but that was our second time, no condom.”

“I know,” Carson replies, holding me close. “Is that a problem?”

“Is it for you? I wouldn't be that upset if something comes of it. Surprised, but not upset.”

Carson hums, smiling. “I like that idea. I just wanted to be sure. For now though, I'm not done with you.”

“Oh?” I ask, my question drawing out as he kisses his way down my body. He pauses over my breasts, studying them carefully. “What?”

“Just... I want to burn every inch of you into my memory, to savor every instant with you.”

“Why?” I ask, touched and worried at the same time. “Carson, I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have a long time to make memories with me. If you let me, a lifetime's worth.”

“It's fast, and I’m not saying it’s what I want right this second. But I’ve been thinking since this afternoon about the way Jackson and Katrina consider themselves husband and wife, just on their commitment to each other, no certificate, no church, just their bond. Underground, they call it. It has an appeal.”

“It does. We couldn’t be as underground as them, not with MCS, but as for that... I agree,” Carson says, lowering his lips and kissing the swell of my left breast. “For now, though... I have unfinished business.”

Carson kisses my breast again, little kisses that tease and soothe my still racing nerves as he circles closer and closer to my nipple. His tongue comes out and traces the stiff nub, and I'm gasping, cooing in pleasure as he suckles and nibbles, his right hand coming up to massage the other side.

“Oh, Carson... we’re going to need another shower,” I say, relishing the feeling. I'm warm and tingly again, my body rippling with pleasure as Carson rubs against me. “You're magical.”

“Just hungry for dessert.”

“The ice cream wasn't enough?” I tease, and Carson shakes his head, kissing down my body, until his breath tickles the hair above my pussy. “Really?”

“Why not?” he asks, smiling. “You're sexy.”

Before I can say anything else he reaches out with his tongue and caresses me, stopping my heart it feels so amazing. Holding my legs open with his strong hands, Carson slips his tongue inside me, feasting on me and sending stars shooting across my vision. My back arches and I cry out weakly, unable to take a full breath while he licks and sucks, his tongue never stopping its amazing writhing inside me.

“Carson... fuck... it's so good...”

“Mmm, it is,” he agrees, humming and sending vibrations through my pussy. “You're delicious.”

I can't say anything, my voice cut off as he finds my clit and licks, his tongue slick with my juices and sliding over my hard, sensitive button. He circles, flicking over the tip, each touch sending me higher and higher in ecstasy, unable to understand how he knows just what my body needs, when to change, when to adjust and leave me reeling, desperate and looking forward to what he's going to do next.

“Carson...” I groan again as he pushes me toward another orgasm. “Oh, don't stop, please.”

Carson's muffled reply doesn't make any sense, but his tongue speeds up, blurring over the tip of my clit and I give myself to him, putting myself in his hands as he drives me that last little bit, my body spasming again and again, driven crazy as another orgasm tears through me. I'm thrashing, my feet kicking in the air as I sob, unable to control myself, but Carson holds me, his hands finding mine and holding on, giving me a rock to hold onto before I'm sent tumbling forever into the blackness that fills my vision.

When I can finally think again, when I can finally breathe, I find Carson on his knees next to me, but we're not where we were before on the bed. “What happened?”

“You went into convulsions, like you had a seizure,” Carson whispers, obviously relieved. “You were starting to worry me.”

I stretch my legs, amazed at how tired and how mellow I feel. “You.”

“What?” he asks, confused, and I smile.

“You. It's all because of you, and how you know, without even thinking, how to bring me to ultimate pleasure. You're my heart, my soulmate,” I explain, putting my hand on his heart. “I feel bad, though.”

“Why?” he asks, touched by my words. “What could you ever feel bad about?”

“I've had two mind-blowing, amazing orgasms. You've only come once.”

Carson chuckles and slides down next to me in the bed, chuckling. “Rest. We'll sleep some, rest, and then we can go about taking care of that. Oh, and using the massage oil, we never did get around to that.”

I
wake
up to the most wonderful feeling I've had in my entire life, and I'm not sure I'm awake or still dreaming when a warm, wet, slightly rough tongue runs up my cock to swirl around the tip before licking down. I open my eyes in the gray dawn light to see an angel on her knees, Andrea with her hair braided into a thick, sexy cable that hangs over her shoulder, her skin glistening with the scented massage oil. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning,” I rumble, my next words cut off as Andrea bends down and licks my balls, sucking them one at a time into her mouth, worshiping my cock and manhood. Instead I moan softly, spreading my legs a little to give her better access. “I could wake up like this every morning.”

Andrea licks up my cock and spreading her lips, letting the head of my cock into her mouth. I want to protest, I know that I'm too large for her petite body to handle this way, but as she sucks me in, I groan again instead, it feels so amazing. She sucks me until I feel my cock bump against the back of her mouth, and I smile reassuringly.

“It's okay, I don't expect you to...” I start, my words cut off again as she swallows more, my cock disappearing inch by inch deeper into her mouth and down her throat. I'm shocked and breathless as she goes all the way until her nose is pressed against the base of my cock, her throat muscles massaging the head of my cock and the breath hissing in and out of her nose before she pulls back, gasping.

“I did it!” she cheers softly with her eyes sparkling. “I knew I could do it!”

I blink, still recovering from the amazing sensation that I just experienced. Andrea gives me a grin and lowers her eyes demurely. “I was motivated. I woke up an hour ago, and I just couldn't go back to sleep. I wanted to please you and wake you up in a special way.”

“And you are amazingly beautiful,” I tell her, sitting up and taking her cable braid in my hand. “How did you know that I think this is the sexiest look you have?”

Andrea blushes and shakes her head in amazement. “I didn't. Just, when I thought about what I wanted to do with you after waking you up, this braid just felt like the right thing to have.”

I smile and wrap the braid around my hand, pulling gently, Andrea moaning happily as I do. “And what did you want to do, my dove?”

Moving slowly, so as to not have her hair pulled, Andrea gets on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and presenting herself to me. “I want to feel your power again.”

I let Andrea's braid slip as she scoots to the side, until her knees are on the edge of the bed, and her amazing blue eyes looks at me naughtily from the crook of her elbow. “You're strong enough, right?”

“Oh, you're so going to get it,” I chuckle, getting off the bed and getting behind her. She's perfectly positioned, her ass and pussy pointed right at my cock as I stand behind her, her skin glistening in the light. “I should put it somewhere else.”

“No sir... azure,” Andrea says, turning and looking back at me. “I'm sorry Carson, but I've never had anything in my ass before. I'm not saying no, just... I'm not ready.”

I smile and climb onto the bed beside Andrea, leaning down and kissing her lips tenderly. “Thank you, Andrea. For being strong enough to tell me, and for being strong and wise enough to use your word. I know we haven’t really did anything to warrant using it yet, other than a little spanking, but in time my dove. In time. I’m just getting started. But can I tell you something? I've never done it either.”

“Well,” Andrea says, purring happily, “maybe that's something that we can explore together. Slowly though?”

“Very slowly. No pain, no hurt. Just love,” I reassure her. “And if we don't want to, we don't need to.”

Andrea nods and gives me another kiss. “In the meantime, you’re cleared to go back to what we were doing.”

I chuckle and kiss her again, our tongues wrapping around each other momentarily before I slide off the bed again, getting behind Andrea. My cock's softened just a little after being given the safe word, but looking at her still wet, beautiful pussy has me rock hard again in seconds. I reach forward, cupping her mound and rubbing softly, making sure she's still ready for me. The deep groans from the depths of her chest tell me all I need to know, and I line myself up. “Give me your hair.”

Andrea throws her head back, her braid falling onto her back and I take it in my right hand, feeling the silky strong texture and relishing it between my fingers while I tease her with the head of my cock. “I'll try not to pull too hard. I like your hair where it is.”

Before Andrea can reply I thrust forward, keeping her body still with the taut line of hair in my hand. Her pussy is warm caramel, flowing tight and stretchy around my cock, not resisting but instead caressing until I'm all the way inside her. I'm a large man, but with Andrea, she takes me in fully, her pussy gripping and drawing me into a heavenly vise.

When my hips touch her still slightly pink and beautiful ass, we moan together. I'm so deep I can barely believe she can take it all, and still my perfect angel pushes back into me, wanting more of me. “Sir... please...”

What Andrea doesn't know, and I promise myself as I begin to pump in and out of her, is that calling her my dove is only because I think she's really a princess. I promise myself while my cock is loved, gripped and massaged in deep, rippling waves of pleasure that roll through my cock and out until they fill my entire body, that I am going to tell her. I love her, and while I know we're going to wait, I want her as my wife, and as the mother of our children. It’s a new feeling, but I know what I feel.

I push harder, giving everything I have to the sensual angel in front of me. Abandoning myself, I turn myself totally free, pounding into her and pulling on her hair. Each slap of our hips and cry from her lips drives me harder, her pussy pulling around my cock and drawing everything from me. I have never let my true self out in bed, but with Andrea I feel that I’ll be able to. I smash into her, our hips crashing together not to hurt her, but to give her the pleasure that I know she craves.

I'm sweating, gasping for air, but I push harder, pumping and thrusting. “That's it... take it. Take it all.”

“More, give me more, I can take it...” Andrea gasps back, pushing and squeezing me. We're driving each other crazy, wanting to see how far we can go before our bodies betray us, and with her I'm finding places in my body and my soul that I've never known existed.

I let go of Andrea's hair to grab her hips instead, pulling her tight to me as I hammer into her sweet, tight pussy, grunting and growling with every thrust. My cock is swelling, I'm so close, but I want to make sure she comes. She's trying not to, wanting to even us up at two each, but I won't let her. She's better than that, she's better than I deserve.

“Come for me, my dove. It makes me happy,” I grunt in between thrusts, both of us tiring but unable to slow down, we're so whipped into a sexual high. Andrea responds by pushing deep onto me and squeezing tight, her body trembling on the edge, and I can feel her. She's ready, and I pull back, thrusting as hard as I can. She cries out harshly, burying her face in the bed and sobbing as her she grips me tighter than ever and I feel her orgasm overcome her. I unleash the flood inside me, my balls aching I come so hard, my body hard and tight and united.

Afterward, I gather her in my arms, holding her tightly just as she likes it. “I love you,” I whisper in her ear, kissing it gently. “Forever.”

“I love you,” Andrea whispers back, kissing my knuckle. “You're the perfect man for me.”

* * *

B
reakfast is more
like brunch since Andrea and I sleep all the way to nine, waking up only when Jackson knocks on the door. “You two still alive in there?”

“No,” Andrea grumbles, snuggling against me. “We're Romero zombies, dammit.”

“Figured you more for the vampire type,” Jackson says through the crack in the door. “Well, if you zombies don't mind, Katrina's made breakfast for everyone, and nothing's better than hot, fresh bacon. What do you say?”

“Three minutes,” I call, perking up at the mention of bacon. “And we might be dressed, too.”

Jackson laughs and stumps down the hallway, his cast thumping on the upstairs carpet and the stairs. “Good morning,” I greet Andrea. “Are you my little vampire now?”

Andrea chuckles and turns, kissing me. “I vant to suck your...” she teases in a horrible Bela Lugosi accent as she turns over in my arms. “Everything.”

“Only if I can suck back,” I promise, smiling. “Come on, let's get some breakfast.”

Katrina did better than just bacon, having also made everyone a salad, eggs, and a shake with a tinge of green that looks terrible, but tastes okay. “What's in this thing?”

“Don't ask,” Jackson says, sipping his own. “This is my wife's hint that the past few days of slacking off on all our parts is at an end. Time for us to get back to being the butt kickers we can be.”

I chuckle, lost in my inner thoughts of how great everything has turned out when the phone rings, and Katrina picks it up, using her butter-melting voice that she'd used the first time I'd spoken to her. If the woman ever wants another line of work, she could make millions as a voice actress.

“Oh, hi 'Lissa,” Katrina says after a moment, switching back to her normal friendly tone. “Really? That's great. Sure, we're just wrapping up brunch. Yeah, Andrea and Carson were sleepyheads. No, you don't want to know why, I know you're all pure and stuff. Okay, see you soon. 'Bye.”

Katrina hangs up the phone, grinning. “The clinic called, they said that Nathan is ready to be released.”

“Great,” I remark, grinning. “So the van?”

“We've got to get that thing patched up soon,” Jackson says, taking a look out the window at it. “There's still knife holes in the side and two shattered windows. And I'm not driving around all the time with drop cloth plastic taped over the holes.”

“We'll get it done soon enough,” Katrina reassures him. “We can use it in B-R for our use. I mean, you can fit how many people in that truck of yours, Carson?”

“It's a crew cab, it'll seat four,” I reassure her. “Nathan and 'Lissa don't have to worry about that.”

Katrina actually drives the van to the clinic, where we find Nathan already dressed, sitting up in his bed and chatting with Melissa. I don't know what he says right before we come in, but Melissa's laughing, and from the look in her eyes, I'm interested in what might happen between them. I know she says that the feelings are one-sided, but I have my strong suspicions that Nathan's not quite showing as much as he feels.

“You guys ready to go?” I ask, smiling. “Nathan, we made sure to dust out the dampest, darkest corner of the barn for you, you'll find your wool blanket there.”

Nathan chuckles, while Melissa looks pissed. “Carson, you better not have...”

“Relax, 'Lissa,” Nathan says quietly, giving her a smile. “He is joking. Best guess, I will be in what was Andrea's room upstairs?”

“Actually, ours,” Jackson says, helping Nathan up. Nathan sways a little on his feet, and Melissa's right there, putting his arm around her shoulders and supporting him.

“Here, I've got you,” she says, and Nathan's grateful look fuels my suspicions. I give Andrea a glance and she returns it, she's seeing it, too. Melissa though is totally oblivious, and just gives Nathan a warm smile. “Come on, let's get you home.”

In the van, Melissa turns to Jackson, her eyebrow cocked. “So if you made up your room, where are you guys going to stay?”

“We've decided that even though we love the farm, and we're going to be visiting you guys there at least twice a month, we're going to make another go of it with the dojo,” he tells her. “We've been in contact with some of the people that we'd been working to do lessons with and stuff like that, and they're cool, but patience is running low. Time to get things going back there.”

“But why? I mean, if it's about money...” Melissa asks, then stops and takes a deep breath. “You're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you guys go, it was so good to have you around.”

“Even with the grenades, gunshots and hospital visits?” Jackson asks, and Melissa chuckles.

“Even with those. And I assume that Carson said we're going to visit you guys, too?”

“Yep,” Katrina says, still driving, “we're going to work out a visiting plan, but basically alternating weekends. Maybe weekdays too if work lets everyone get together.”

Back at the farm, Melissa takes Nathan's bag inside while Andrea helps him over to the porch steps, helping him sit down. “Thanks. The fresh air feels good.”

“Not a problem,” Andrea says, sitting down next to Nathan, seemingly nonchalantly. I go inside, but only to the kitchen, where I start making a jug of iced tea for everyone to enjoy later before Katrina, Jackson and BA head back to Baton Rouge. From the open window, I can overhear as she and Nathan talk.

“So, Melissa's been pretty loyal to helping you get back on your feet. You know she hasn't left your bedside since you were admitted.”

Nathan nods, and while I can't see his eyes, his shoulders are tense, he's definitely guarded. “The staff told me. She is... she is a remarkable person.”