The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin

by Doris O'Connor

  The next day had seen Lakota determined to show Alice all that Sri Lanka had to offer. From walks on the beach to see the sun set, to visiting a Buddhist monastery, where Alice had seen enough Buddhas to last her a lifetime. From endless driving to visit the elephant orphanage, which Alice had not wanted to leave at all, and Lakota had looked at her with such an odd look on his face when she had fed a baby elephant, to the awe inspiring visit to the Dambulla Rock temple. They had stood for ages, locked in each other's arms, awestruck at the sheer size and majesty of the carvings on the cave walls.

  And they had talked. Or rather she had talked, whilst Lakota had listened. He'd shared very little of himself in those long conversations, and nothing of his past, before he'd made his millions, though he had talked about Zeb and his mum, and her heart had clenched at all he had lost. That he'd loved his family dearly had been clear from the way he had spoken about them, and it had given Alice an unreasonable amount of hope for the future—hope that she'd do well not to dwell on. She had to remember that this was a contract.

  Just look at the way he reacted this morning to whatever news had woken them up.

  "I've got to go, Alice. Go back to sleep."

  That had been his parting words, but for the first time since they got here, he hadn't pulled her close and kissed her. In fact he hadn't even looked at her, and—she glanced at her phone again with an impatient sigh—he had now been gone four hours, eleven minutes and five seconds to be precise.

  Not that she was counting. Oh no, not she. That would mean that she missed him, and that … well that would be too close to the truth to admit even to herself. She adjusted her sunshade and grabbed her phone to load her Kindle app. Maybe losing herself in a good book would do the trick.

  ****

  Lakota shook the sand out of his shoes and grimaced at the cut on his hands. Punching a palm tree had seemed as good a stress reliever as the next thing at the time. He wasn't too sure now, looking at his swelling knuckles, and he grimaced at what his little Alice would have to say. He owed her enough of an explanation as it was, but he'd had to get away after that phone call.

  He hadn't trusted himself to stay around her. In fact he hadn't even been able to look at her, because he'd known that she would ask what the matter was, and he found it quite impossible to lie to her. Lately he hadn't even been able to lie by omission.

  That thought should have made him angry, but instead it left him with a warm glow inside. When had she gotten through his defenses so thoroughly that he started to trust her?

  Watching the fishermen try to get their heavy dhoni over the pounding surf and begin to sell their catch had finally reminded him of the time. He had to get home to her. Home—now there was a thought. Could you call a honeymoon villa home?

  Lakota shrugged his shoulders and approached Alice as quietly as she could. She seemed to have fallen asleep reading if the phone still clutched in her hand was any indication, and she was now in the full glare of the damaging sun.

  Silly little Alice, she would burn. In fact she had just earned herself another spanking, he reckoned, and his cock hardened in anticipation. She was so fucking beautiful when she submitted like she did, and her pale skin showed the marks of his possession.

  He picked up the bottle of suntan lotion, poured a generous dollop into his palms, and then rubbed his hands together. First things first, he needed to protect her skin. The only marks would be his.

  She moaned when he grasped her shoulders and continued to massage the lotion into her skin with firm even strokes. By the time he reached her bikini clad ass, she was awake, and squirming under his touch. He could smell her arousal and suppressed a groan. Talking could wait. He needed to have her and now, before she woke up properly and started to question him.

  He slid his hand back up to her ribcage and around the underside of her breasts.

  "Lakota?" That throaty, need filled sound shot straight to his cock, and he leant down to kiss her neck. She sighed and angled her head to give him better access. He suckled hard enough to leave a bruise, and her breathing hitched.

  "You have been a very naughty girl, sweet Alice."

  "I have?"

  He lifted her up slightly with one hand to give him better access and pinched her nipple with the other. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she moaned her arousal, and Lakota once again thanked his spirit guide for having led him to this woman. She understood his needs without any lengthy explanation. There was just mutual arousal and a willingness to experiment that blew him away. They had only just scratched the surface of this side of their relationship, but for the first time in as long as could remember, Lakota did not feel the need to keep that dark side of him hidden. Where that journey would lead them to, who knew.

  "Yes, you have, and you know what happens to naughty little Alices, don't you?"

  He kissed her, reveling in the way she clung to him, the kiss growing ever more passionate and needy.

  "Where were you? I was worried about you." She murmured the words in between kisses and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her by making short work of them and shrugged out of the item, carelessly tossing it on the floor. She sat up fully and ran her hands over his torso, giving him the perfect view of her breasts. Unhindered by any restraints they swayed slightly, the rosy nipples hard little buttons that called him. He pushed her back down onto the sun lounger and straddling her caught her wrists in his undamaged hand and pinned them high above her head.

  She frowned when she caught a glimpse of the bruised knuckles on his other hand, but he caught any objection she might have made in his kiss.

  "It doesn't matter. I'll tell you later. For now, take your punishment like a good little wife."

  She snorted at that, and he pushed his forearm against her throat pinning her in place. Her eyes went wide, and she stilled under him. Locked together they stared at each other, and she drew in a shuddering breath when he released the pressure on her wind pipe.

  "That's my girl." She offered him a tentative smile, and he released her wrists. "Hold onto the sides and don't let go, or I'll have to tie you. Are we clear?"

  "Ye … es." A surge of affection swamped him at her whispered reply, and he sat back and watched her hands grip the sides of the sun lounger in a white knuckled grip.

  He ran his hand from her collarbone through the cleft of her amazing tits down over her tummy and then tapped her mound. She bit her lip, and her body tensed. He did it again each time with more force than the last until her rib cage rose and fell in tune to her gasps of breath, and he could see the evidence of her arousal darken the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

  "That's for wearing them, when you know I want to be able to see your sweet cunt." He ran his finger under the elastic with infinite slowness and then yanked the material up sharply until it dug into her slit and compressed her clit.

  She shuddered and tried to clamp to her legs together, but a swat to her thigh stopped her. He pulled tighter, enjoying her struggle to stay still and to keep her legs relaxed, and the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. A delicate blush spread all over her body, and she threw her head back and arched off the lounger. He bent to suckle one of her luscious nipples into his mouth, and she panted his name.

  "Lakota, please … oh God …"

  He smiled around his precious mouthful, and bit down hard at the same time as the fabric of her clothing ripped. A gush of her juices coated his fingers, and he slid three fingers deep inside her core. She clamped around the digits and screamed. He left a trail of little bites along her skin until he reached her swollen labia and withdrew his fingers. She moaned her denial, and he slapped her little nub of pleasure, sending her tumbling into her orgasm.

  Lost as she was in the rapture of her body, she was so beautiful it blew him away. He needed to taste her, and he knelt next to her and, gripping her hips, buried his head between her thighs. He tunneled his tongue into her channel still quivering with aftershocks and groaned as her sweet cream exploded
on his tongue. The sweetest aphrodisiac, her scent, spurred him on, and using her abundant juices he spread her wetness up to her anus, and slipped a finger past that ring of muscle.

  She tensed for an instance until he settled his thumb on her clit, and blew on her slit. She relaxed around his finger, and he murmured words of encouragement, whilst he added another finger and another. Every time she tensed he stepped up his assault on her nubbin until she was once again panting in arousal and the tiny tremors started that signaled how close she was. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Her little mewling sounds of need increased the ache in his groin, and he tunneled in and out of her puckered hole, whilst his fingers played her clit until she flew again.

  "Turn over for me and kneel by the lounger." He grimaced at the hoarse sound coming out of his mouth, and he had to close his eyes for a second to regain control, as she turned round in front of him, dangling her sexy as hell ass in front of his face.

  "Lakota?" The uncertainty in that word had his eyes fly open. Kneeling by the side of the lounger she had her elbows braced on it and looked at him over her shoulder. He reached across and pulled her hair to one side, and dropped a kiss on the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck. She blinked when he pulled his throbbing cock out his shorts and fisted himself slowly. He ran his fingers through her soaking wet slit and coated his cock in her juices. Then he repeated the action to coat her little puckered hole. It quivered under the gentle pressure of his fingers, and Lakota groaned his need.

  "I need to take you here, little Alice. We talked about this."

  Running the tip of his swollen head through her slit repeatedly he heard her gasp, and he pushed her down onto the lounger until her breasts were flattened. With her hair fanned over her face he couldn't see her expression, but her little wanton gasps soothed his troubled mind, and when he slid his cock up to her hole and pushed slightly she pushed back against him with a hiss.

  "Jesus, slowly, my love, I don't want to hurt you."

  "You won't … please … I want you to. Take me there … Oh, yes … yes."

  Her breath left her lungs as he slowly pushed past that right ring of muscle and seated himself to the hilt in the tight clasp of her ass.

  He spanked one cheek as he thrust, and Alice screamed her need for him to do it again, to do it harder, faster, until Lakota let go and pounded into her, seeking his own release.

  Her muscles spasmed around his dick, when she found her own release, sending him, too, over the edge and he shot his load lodged deep inside of his sweet little Alice.

  Collapsing on top of her, he drew her tight against him and angled them both so that she ended up sitting on top of him with him still buried inside her butt. She reached behind to draw his head down and kissed his tears away—tears he hadn't even been aware of shedding.

  "Now, will you tell me what's going on, Lakota?"

  Chapter Nine

  Floating on her post orgasmic bliss of happiness, and completely owned and surrounded by Lakota, Alice was shocked to taste the salt of tears on her tongue.

  He went completely rigid at her question, and she winced when he lifted her off him. Her muscles screamed their protest, but before she could object he picked her up and deposited them both in the plunge pool. The sun warmed water soothed her sore behind, and she ducked all the way under to wash away the sweat covering her body. Lakota did the same and then sat on the bottom and drew her onto his lap. He buried his face into her shoulder, and held her so close she could scarcely breathe.

  He must have sensed her struggles, because he loosened his hold on her, and dropped a kiss in her hair.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't intend for your first time to be against a sun lounger. You will be sore."

  Instead of answering she drew his bruised hand up and kissed the knuckles. He exhaled sharply and tried to pull his hand away, but she clung on and looked up at him.

  "So will you. What happened, Lakota? This all started with the phone call this morning. Come on, spill. Something is bothering you."

  His sigh raised her sodden fringe, and she framed his face in her hands. His stubble felt scratchy under her fingertips, and she implored him silently to open up to her.

  "The phone call was from Percy. My father is dying."

  The flat emotionless tone of delivery belied the tension in the big body surrounding her, and despite the heat of the sun, Alice shivered.

  "How, why? I had no idea your father was still alive. You never mentioned him before? We'll have to go and see him, of course—"

  His growl in response stopped her little impassioned speech, and he looked so angry a frisson of fear skittered up her spine.

  "We will do such thing, Alice. He's nothing but a sperm donor, and I'll be dancing on his grave, when he does finally croak."

  She couldn't hide her gasp of horror, and Lakota's smile in response did not reach his eyes.

  "I've shocked you, little Alice."

  She shook her head, and he swore under his breath. She might not understand the words uttered in his mother tongue, but she got the emotion behind them loud and clear.

  "He's still your father. You need to go and see him. You'll never forgive yourself otherwise." She flinched at Lakota's snort in response.

  "Sweet little Alice, there is no love lost between us. There never was, not from the moment he abandoned my mum right after Zeb was born. He threw us out in the streets with nowhere to go, claimed Mum had been cheating on him, and Zeb wasn't his. It was farcical. My mother worshipped the ground the high and mighty Lord Langton walked on, and he strung her along with promises of marriage. The fucking bastard lured her away from her tribe, alienated her from all of her support network, and then when she needed him most, he just dumped her, dumped us all for some heiress, some silly little debutante his parents chose for him. I was just thirteen years old when he left, simply walked out of the door, and the next day his goons came, and threw us all on the streets."

  He nodded at her sharp exhale, and she could taste the salt of her threatening tears gathering at the back of her throat. Tears of horror for the hurt teenage boy she saw reflected in the charcoal depths of his eyes, and all his shattered dreams and hopes.

  "Mum had had a difficult birth with Zeb. She was weak, and she never fully recovered, and living hand to mouth did not help. She had no choice but to go back to the reservation. Conditions were dire, and she wasn't welcome there anymore, not with her two half cast bastards." He shut his eyes and breathed deeply as though to get a grip on his emotions, and her very soul ached for him.

  "I worked every job that I could find to help bring in money for food, but it was never enough, and all this time Lord Ashleigh Langton lived the high life here in London. I swore then that I would make him pay. I would make him suffer like Mum did. I would force him to acknowledge Zeb and me and give Mum the status she deserved, but I was just a boy, when all was said and done. Mum died when Zeb was just four."

  Alice gasped and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Lakota."

  He smiled grimly, shrugged his big shoulders, and she took his hands in hers and squeezed. He returned the action, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes when he smiled this time.

  "I'm spoiling your picture perfect image of family life here, aren't I, little Alice?"

  It was her turn to shrug her shoulders.

  "I'm well aware how lucky I have been to have grown up with a mum and dad who love each other, but you know my family history. It doesn't guarantee a bed of roses." She couldn't quite keep her censure from showing in her voice, and Lakota flinched.

  "Touché."

  "What happened to you and Zeb?" she asked.

  "I was just about old enough to be appointed as his guardian. I had a job as a mechanic by then, and it brought in just enough money to keep us clothed and fed."

  "However did you get out of there?"

  "Luck, perseverance, and a wealthy English widow." He smirked at the last word, and Alice frowned.

  "Excuse
me?"

  "Don't look so shocked, little Alice. I work with what I've got. You should know that by now. Miriam was passing through, and her car broke down. I fixed her motor and her inability to orgasm. She took a fancy to me, and paid for my night school. I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides when you're an as horny as fuck teenager, regular sex is awfully appealing, even when it comes in demanding fifty-year-old packaging."

  He glanced at her as though to judge her reaction, and Alice snapped her mouth shut with an audible pop.

  Lakota chuckled, and she rolled her eyes.

  "So this was all just sex and…"

  He dipped his head to brush a kiss across her lips, and she could feel rather than hear his smile.

  "Always the romantic, aren't you, my sweet? Yes, it was just sex. The hot, sweaty, dirty kind, especially when she got some friends round."

  Alice jerked in surprise, and this time he did laugh at her reaction.

  "Like I said, I didn't mind too much. Any sex is good sex at that age. That's not to say we didn't grow fond of each other. She certainly must have been fond of me, because she left me a fortune when she died, including her town house in London. So, Zeb and I finally made it over here. I invested her money in some stocks and shares. Learnt that I had a knack for it, and the rest, as they say is history."

  "I see." Alice said. And she did see, all too clearly. The missing puzzle pieces clicked into place like oversized cymbals in her mind. Lakota's cynicism, his distrust of everyone, women in particular, and his need to protect his brother.

  "Did you try to look up your father, once you were in London?"

  "Zeb tried. He didn't get very far. That was the day he wrecked his first car. He got away with just a broken leg that time." Alice didn't miss the inflection he put on “that time”. "We simply weren't good enough for the high and mighty Lord and Lady Langton, so I vowed to myself to make them eat their words. So, you tell me, sweet little Alice, why the fuck I should do anything else but rejoice at the news of the impending death of the scum who fathered me?"