The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin

by Doris O'Connor

  Their gazes locked, and she helped him pull her tee over her head. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her lacy, see-through bra, and the heated approval in his eyes soothed away the last of her nerves. Her breasts ached, and her clit throbbed, and she bit her lip in anticipation, when he, too, shrugged out of his shirt. She ran her hands over his torso, marveling at the feel of his silky skin under her fingertips, and the way his nipples, too, firmed into little flat buds when she touched them. He swore and tightened his fists in her hair when she licked them and tugged gently with her teeth, just like he had done to her.

  "You're a fast learner, Alice." His voice had dropped further, and the deep timbre did strange things to her insides. She flipped him over, and he went willingly, lacing his hands behind his head. The action caused all of his muscles to ripple, and Alice's mouth went dry. Uncertain of how to proceed, she bent and kissed him. He groaned into the kiss and acting on instinct she straddled his hips and ground her sodden core into the rigid erection tenting his trousers. His hands dug into her hips, and he directed her movement, until every move scraped along her over-sensitive clit, the seam of her jeans creating delicious friction.

  Alice gave herself up to sensation and rode him with reckless abandonment. Faster and faster he moved her core along his, and when he sat up and sucked her nipple back into the moist haven of her mouth, the pressure building inside her core erupted in waves of intense bliss.

  Alice screamed his name, as her body convulsed and the crotch of her jeans grew wet with her juices.

  "That's my girl." He growled the words into her ear and bit her earlobe, as she collapsed onto his chest, completely spent, and quite unable to believe that she had just had the most fantastic orgasm whilst still being clothed.

  ****

  Lakota smiled and drew lazy circles on Alice's sweat slicked back, waiting for the tiny tremors still shaking her body to stop. He was so hard he could pound concrete. Watching her ride him like she had, had been a privilege to witness. He traced the contours of her ass through her jeans and smiled at the wet feel of her jeans.

  She shifted slightly and hid her face in her hands.

  "Don't. I'm so embarrassed." Her voice sounded small and so vulnerable it tugged at his heart strings, and he rolled with her so that he could see her better. She clamped her legs together and refused to look at him, even when he pulled her hands away from his face.

  "Look at me, little Alice. What's the matter?"

  "No, I can't… I…" She sniffed and froze when he trailed his hand down to the button of her jeans. Her eyes flew open, and she tried desperately to push hid hand away. "No, don't, please. Let me get these off. You don't want to touch … Oh no, I got you all wet, too."

  She went scarlet and tried to scramble off the bed, her gaze riveted to the wet stain on his groin.

  "Alice, look at me."

  She froze at the steely command he put behind his words and reluctantly raised her eyes to his.

  "What do you think happened here? Other than you being so beautifully responsive, it took my breath away." He frowned as a thought occurred to him. "This wasn't your first orgasm, was it?"

  "Of course not." She sounded indignant, and he smiled. "I'm not that innocent, but I … I, damn it, I don't usually pee myself during it."

  Lakota had a hard time keeping a straight face, and she glared at him when she noticed his lips twitch.

  "This isn't funny."

  "No I guess it wouldn't be, if you actually had peed yourself, though I hear that's quite a turn on for some men." He ducked the fist aimed at his midriff with a chuckle, and cupped her sodden mound. "This just means you're so turned on that you squirted, and that my sweet little Alice is perfectly normal, and just where I want you. It will make your first time of actual penetrative sex much easier on you. I don't want to hurt you."

  She swallowed hard and looked so relieved he did laugh then. Her lips, too, twitched, and she buried her face in her hands again. He traced her bra cups and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, as he hooked his finger underneath and tugged.

  "I want to see you naked, Alice."

  "You first." She mumbled the words, and he grinned when she pushed his hands away.

  "Your wish is my command." Her eyes grew wide when he divested himself off his jeans and boxers in one fluid move. His heavy erection sprang upwards, and he cupped his shaft and stroked slowly up and down the length.

  "You're beautiful," she whispered and licked her lips in an unconscious gesture that had more of his pre-cum leak out of his slit. He groaned, thankful beyond relief that she didn't seem fazed by his size. More experienced women than she had shown concern when they'd first seen him naked, but his little Alice just seemed mesmerized.

  "Can I touch it?"

  Lakota shut his eyes and jerked as she followed that request with action and wrapped her little hand round his thick girth. Their fingers met, and he groaned and clamped his hand around her wrist.

  "Don't!" She jumped at his growl, but didn't remove her fingers. Instead she touched his balls with her other hand, testing their weight in her palm.

  "Why?" she asked. "Am I not doing this right? Don't you like it?"

  She froze in her actions and looked so worried he drew her up for a kiss. She moaned into the kiss and opened to his questing tongue without hesitation, wrapping her tongue around his, whilst her hand continued its sweet torture on his cock.

  He broke the kiss, panting as heavily as she was, and rested his forehead against hers.

  "It's not that I don't like it, my sweet Alice. I like it too much, and I want to come inside you the first time."

  She went very still at his heated whisper, and this time when he moved her hand she let go. He ground his teeth against the loss of her hot little hand on his aroused flesh, and willed his body back under control. It wouldn't take much more for him to lose control. Already his balls were growing tight, and he could feel his release building at the back of his spine.

  He let her go and put some distance between them.

  "Strip for me, baby. Let me see that beautiful body."

  She colored but did as he asked. He had to shut his eyes when her breasts fell free out of their lacy confines. They were perfect little handfuls, and he ached to taste them, to draw the tight little buds of her rosy nipples into his mouth and take her to the brink of ecstasy again, but he didn't dare touch her. He was too close to the edge as it was.

  "So beautiful." The words were husky and filled with his need for this woman, his wife. His sweet little Alice—all his for the taking. "And the rest, don't stop now."

  She didn't meet his gaze when she shimmied out of her jeans, and he suppressed a grin when she sniffed them.

  "Believe me now, my sweet?"

  She grinned sheepishly and taking a deep breath drew her sodden thong down her long, shapely legs. Lakota swore in his mother tongue, and Alice froze.

  Before she could question him he had her pinned underneath him, his thigh urging her legs apart, his thick cock head sliding along her slit.

  She whimpered when he withdrew with another muttered curse and rolled off her to reach across to the night stand and the box of condoms he kept there. She drew him back by his shoulders.

  "You won't need them. I'm on the pill, and I'm clean, obviously. I mean I…" Her voice faltered when he bestowed his full attention on her, and she turned the most delightful deep shade of crimson.

  "Of course if you want to use them that's fine, too. It's just that I heard it's better without, and I've been on the pill for years to regulate my monthlies, you see, and…" She bit her lip and stopped babbling, fixing her gaze determinedly on a spot over his shoulder.

  "Alice, you'll be the fucking death of me, you know that." He ground the words out through clenched teeth and nudged her chin up with one trembling hand.

  "Thank you for that little speech. I'm clean, also. I always use protection, so you don't need to worry over that, so if you're sure…?"

  "
I am, and thank you, too, for saying that. I trust you."

  That small admission settled perilously close to his heart, and he drew her close. He put all of his nameless emotions into the kiss that left them both gasping for breath. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, the hard little bullet points of her nipples leaving a jolt of electricity in their wake. He abandoned her mouth and kissed a path down the soft skin of her neck. She moaned and pushed her hips up, when he ran his tongue along her thundering pulse point. His cock twitched against her thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and he groaned at the exquisite sensation.

  "I want to fuck you so much, little Alice."

  She twisted underneath him in answer, and opened her thighs wider, granting his fingers access to her moist folds. Swollen and oh so soft they drew him like a beacon, and, stopping briefly at her breasts to lick and tease each nipple in turn, he continued his exploration south.

  Her scent called him, the salt of her sweat-slicked skin a heavy aphrodisiac. He circled her clit with his thumb and allowed one finger to enter her tight channel. Her internal walls clenched around his digit, and he murmured soothing nonsense into her tummy, until she relaxed enough for him to insert another finger.

  "That's it, Alice, relax. I'll make this good for you, I promise."

  She grabbed hold of his hair and cried out when he closed his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucked. Her very essence exploded on his tongue, and a gush of her juices aided the tentative thrusting of his fingers into her channel. Careful not to break the evidence of her innocence he found there he continued his exploration of her, stretching her in preparation of his aching shaft. She ground herself against his face, and her internal walls quivered and shook as her second orgasm pulled her under. He sucked harder, lapping up the sweet cream filling his mouth, and pushing her into another and another release until her screams of completion rang in his ears.

  Only then did he replace his fingers with his cock. She was so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. She flinched in pain when he tore through her barrier, and Lakota swore. Pushing himself up on his arms he kept his weight off her and searched her face anxiously for any clue as to how she was feeling.

  Tear seeped out from under her closed eyelids, and he swore again, even as the tight clasp of her cunt around his cock felt like heaven on earth.

  "Shit, I'm sorry, you're so tight. Let me—" Before he could pull out however, Alice locked her ankles behind his butt and lifted her hips higher. The move slid him in a deep as he could be, and Lakota saw stars. Every sensation was heightened by the lack of covering around his dick, as her silky hot walls grabbed his cock, and the trembles of another orgasm rocked through her.

  Her eyes flew open when he thrust; her mouth opened in a silent O, her pupils so dilated in need there was only a small ring of emerald visible in her orbs.

  "God, Lakota, I never knew … don't stop. Harder, please…."

  The last of his restraint broke at her breathless pleas into his ears, and he pounded into her with all the pent-up need of the last few weeks.

  Alice flew again, her fingernails scoring his back as she came around his cock, and he, too, let go, pumping his seed deep inside of her with an animalistic grunt of release into her sweat-dampened neck.

  He collapsed on top of her and kissed her tears away.

  "Please tell me we can do this again, soon," Alice asked, and he laughed.

  "Oh, you can count on that, my sweet little Alice."

  She smiled and snuggled into him, and Lakota's cold heart melted like butter in a hot pan. He was so fucked.

  Chapter Seven

  Alice woke to hushed male voices, and she smiled when she recognized Lakota's deep rumble. He sounded as though he was ordering them breakfast. They could certainly do with the nourishment this morning, after all the exercise they'd had last night.

  Alice rolled over and winced at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs. She had lost count how many times Lakota had made love to her last night. Each time more determined than the last, each time more tender and precious than the one before, until Alice had cried with tears of bliss and begged him to stop. She blinked in the ray of sunlight filtering in through the open doorway to their private terrace. Dust motes danced lazily in that shaft of light, and she giggled. It seemed even the Dorchester was not immune to dust.

  "Tell me what's so amusing, my sweet." Lakota's deep voice wrapped itself around her senses, seconds before the man himself stepped into her field of vision. Her throat went dry, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. He must have just showered, because his hair hung round his face in wet strands, drops of water still clung to his abs, and he was wearing nothing but a low slung towel. Her fingers itched to undo the knot that really didn't look very secure.

  "You keep looking at me like that, all my best intentions will go out the proverbial window, and I don't think you're up for round two yet, or round seven as the case may be."

  His smile was sin itself, and her pussy clenched in remembered pleasure. The bed dipped as he sat down next to her, and she melted into his arms, when he rubbed his stubbly jaw along her neck.

  "As much as I want to, my sweet, you must be sore. Are you?" He tipped her head up, and the concern she saw in his dark eyes, gave her nice floaty feeling of happiness inside.

  "A little, maybe, but I can’t wait to do it again."

  Lakota threw his head back and laughed and drew his thumb over her lips.

  "I love your enthusiasm, but what you need right now is a bath. Housekeeping will want to change the sheets, and by the time you've had your soak, Forrester will be here with our breakfast, and then, my sweet, we have a plane to catch." He laughed again when she looked at him expectantly. "And no, I am not telling you where we're going. It's a surprise."

  He tapped her nose with one finger and then picked her up off the bed with one strong heave ho. Alice shrieked in surprise, desperately trying to hold onto the sheet, but it was useless. Lakota merely grinned and carried her naked form into their adjacent bathroom.

  Alice hadn't managed to get a good look at it the night before, only having darted into it to use the loo, and the sheer opulence took her breath away.

  The open windows afforded perfect views over Hyde Park and London's skyline. An intricate, sunken into the ceiling, light display set the mood over a marble bath tub big enough to host three people and filled to the brim with fragrant bubbles. Lighted candles placed around the bath added to the romantic feel, and Alice's eyes filled with tears when Lakota lowered her into the warm waters.

  They embraced her like a lover's touch, and she sank into the depths with a blissful sigh.

  When she opened her eyes it was to find Lakota towering over, with such a look of hunger on his face an army of ants marched over her skin where his gaze fell. Her breasts floated just above the water line, and her nipples puckered and firmed and sent darts of awareness between her legs. She squirmed in the water and grabbed the sides for support. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her gaze locked on the evidence of his arousal now tenting his towel.

  "Join me," she whispered.

  "No, that wouldn't be a very wise move, little Alice. Let me watch you though. Reach down and touch yourself for me. Rub that greedy little clit for you, and slip your fingers inside your tight clasp. Think of me filling you with this." He whipped the towel off and took himself in hand with long measured strokes.

  Alice whimpered her need and licked her lips at the drop of pre-cum visible on the engorged head of his shaft. Steel enclosed in velvet, and her cunt clenched recalling the feel of him filling her, stretching her last night, until she was so full she could hardly breathe. Her hand dipped under the water and parted her slick folds. He murmured his encouragement, and she let her head fall back as her fingers circled her swollen bud and the familiar tingles started.

  His musk filled her nostrils, and she opened her lips without hesitation as his whispered encouragement. She groaned around the
thick girth pushing past her lips, and she wrapped her free hand round the base of his shaft.

  "Jesus, yes, just like that, my sweet. You're so fucking beautiful." His heartfelt groan into her ear spurred her on, and her own needs forgotten she sat up more to take as much of him in her mouth as she could. He swore when she sucked hard and swirled her tongue round the ridged underside of his dick, eagerly lapping away the dewy moisture coating her tongue. Spicy and salty and so very him, his essence exploded on her tongue, and she shuddered and moaned when his fingers replaced her own under the water.

  She arched into his hand and almost lost her rhythm when his other hand rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The sweet pain pitched her own arousal higher, and she writhed in the water. It splashed over the sides, extinguishing the candles, and Lakota swelled inside her mouth. She stepped up her efforts in tune to the magic his fingers were working in her oversensitive core, and just as she flew over that cliff, he spurted his cum down her throat with a hoarse shout of completion. She swallowed every last drop, even as her body shook in aftershocks, until he grew flaccid in her mouth and gently disentangled himself from her.

  Heat rose in her cheeks when she opened her eyes and saw the devastation they had wrought on the bathroom. Water was everywhere, and the scent of sex overpowered everything. Movement next door told her that housekeeping must have arrived, and she sank under the bubbles with a mortified groan.

  When she came up for air it was to find a now robe wearing Lakota grinning at her. She threw a worried glance towards the bedroom and whispered," Do you think they've heard us?"

  Lakota just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

  "It doesn't matter either way. They get paid a fortune to be discreet, and you and I, my sweet, are newlyweds. I think they would gossip more if we did manage to keep our hands off each other. Now, have a soak and come out when you're ready. I'll be on the terrace with the breakfast. Don’t be too long. I'm starving."

  He winked at her, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and stalked away.