Deepest Desire_A Billionaire Bad Boy Novel

by Weston Parker

  Skylar blinked and then opened her mouth to speak. She closed it again as she considered what I had said, and then I saw the slump in her shoulders disappear. “I think you’re right,” she said softly.

  I opened the passenger door for her and leaned over once she was sitting inside. “Of course I’m right.”

  I closed her door and caught her smiling at me as I walked around the hood of the car. I slid into my seat and started the engine. “Now, just to double check. Is there anything else you want to do before we leave? Because once we pull out of this driveway I’m not bringing you back home for a long time. I want to keep you all to myself for as long as I can.”

  “Just drive, otherwise I’ll think of a hundred things and we’ll never get out of here.”

  “You said it, not me,” I said before practically spinning the tires and racing out of the driveway like a madman.

  Or like a man who knew what kinds of delights the evening had in store.

  We ate dinner at a lavish steakhouse that was dimly lit; it was a stark contrast to our home and our current lifestyle. Across from me, Skylar looked like an angel bathing in the candlelight. Her hair was swept up in an elegant bun and diamond earrings winked in her ears. Her shoulders were bare, save for the two thin straps of her emerald green dress.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said as she reached for her glass of water. Somehow her skin shimmered in the dim lighting as she moved.

  Her green eyes swept up to me and she blushed the same way she used to when we were first seeing each other. It sent a ripple of excitement through me.

  “You look quite handsome yourself,” she said.

  “We hardly look like the sort to have a one year old back home,” I said.

  Skylar smiled and shrugged one shoulder. “I suppose. It’s kind of nice to dress up again. It’s been a while since I was able to wear something so pretty.”

  Her words unsettled me. I looked down at the table and considered what she had said. It had been a while. A long while.

  “Greyson?” She asked.

  I looked back up at her.

  “Is everything alright?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Everything is perfect. I just think we need to do this more often.” Her eyebrows furrowed together and I realized I probably wasn’t making any sense. I continued to try to clarify what I was saying. “Gwen is the most precious thing in the world to me, just as she is to you. But you’re precious to me too, and I don’t want to look back and realize we missed out on this kind of time together because we were cleaning up toys or passed out face first in the bed because we’re so exhausted.”

  “Okay,” Skylar said slowly, “Where are you going with this?”

  “Nowhere,” I said, “I just want us both to commit to trying to make this happen more often. You and me. At a place like this. We need this, Skylar. Tell me you need this.”

  Skylar bit her bottom lip. Blood rushed straight to my groin. She hung her head, but smiled when she looked back up at me. She was blushing again. “I need this.”

  “Good,” I said. “Very good.”

  Our food arrived shortly after. It was delicious, but I didn’t pay it much attention. Instead I watched my wife. I listened to everything she said, which was mostly stuff about Gwen, and I hung on to every word that fell from her lips. She had me in the palm of her hand, just as she always had. I knew as I sat across from her that this feeling in my stomach of excitement and joy would never fade. I was going to love her fiercely until the day I died.

  When we finished eating Skylar indulged in another glass of wine. I kept to water so that I would be able to drive us to our next destination- our surprise destination.

  After paying the bill I pulled Skylar’s chair out for her. She hooked her arm in my elbow and we left the restaurant together. The valet brought our car around and we packed back inside. I turned the ignition and Skylar sighed happily beside me.

  “That was delicious,” she said, “I’d definitely go back to that place.”

  “Me too,” I said as I pulled away from the curb.

  “Where to now?” Skylar asked, rolling her head to the side to watch me as I drove.

  “You’ll see,” I said without taking my eyes off the road.

  I waited for her to question me. I knew she loved surprises, but she was bad at going with the flow. She always liked to know what to expect. “I’ll see?” She finally said. “Give me a hint?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh come on, just a little one. Do you think I’d be able to guess it?”

  “Probably. You’re smarter than I am.”

  “Stop it,” she said, and then she laughed softly and looked out the passenger window. “I know I am.”

  I laughed and turned right down a narrow road. “Any ideas yet?”

  She made a thoughtful sound in the back of her throat. “Maybe one.”

  I knew she would figure it out as we got closer to our destination. The last time we had driven this route we had only known each other for forty eight hours. I had taken her to the park on a sunny afternoon and laid out a blanket. I brought along a picnic basket, and the two of us sat in the shade under a tree in the park and ate strawberries while watching the other park goers and young families.

  It was strange to think that this time we had a family of our own.

  I parked the car and walked around to Skylar’s door. I opened it for her and didn’t stop myself from checking her out as she got out, one long leg after the other.

  I opened the trunk and grabbed a blanket and picnic basket I had packed earlier that day. Skylar’s eyes widened as she saw it in my hands, and then she let out a surprised giggle.

  “You packed us a picnic?”

  “Hell yes I did,” I grinned at her.

  We cut through the parking lot and over the first grassy hill to the same spot we sat the first time we came to this park. The grass beneath the tree was damp, and I was glad I brought the blanket. I put it down for us and gestured for Skylar to lay down.

  “You first,” she said.

  Thrown off, but not of the mind to refuse her, I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the blanket, clasping my hands behind my head. Skylar still stood at the edge of the blanket looking down at me. “What are you still doing up there?” I asked.

  Skylar lifted one hand to the bun swirled at the top of her head. With a flourish she pulled a pin free, and her black curls cascaded down over her shoulders and shone in the moonlight. My breath hitched in my throat, and I found I was incapable of anything but staring at her as she slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders.

  When she turned away from me and began undoing the zipper up the side of her dress, I thought I might lose my mind. She took her time and I could hear the metal of the zipper whispering seductively as she pulled it down until it stopped at her hip. Then, knowing what torture she was putting me through, she began inching the dress down ever so slowly.

  Her breasts emerged first over the neckline of the dress. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and her breasts were fuller than they used to be from having Gwen. Her nipples were hard and I hoped for a fleeting moment that she wasn’t cold.

  Thoughts of the temperature vanished when the dress fell around her ankles. She hadn’t bothered to wear anything under the dress. I was astounded by how sexy she was.

  “You sat through dinner in nothing but that dress and your shoes?” I whispered. My voice sounded low in my own ears.

  She nodded but didn’t say a word.

  Skylar turned away from me in a slow circle, giving me a show of her naked body in the moonlight. When she was facing the other way she looked over her shoulder at me.

  “Are you just going to sit there all night, or are you going to remind me how this used to go?”

  Skylar

  Greyson was on his feet before I even finished speaking. I kept my back to him as he came towards me. His hands on my bare skin felt wonderful as he ran his fingers up my thighs and over my hips. He traced
my belly and cupped my breasts while he dipped his head to kiss my shoulders and neck.

  He nudged my head to the side and I obliged him. His kisses wandered up the side of my neck and he paused to nibble and kiss my ear. His breath was hot and the sound of him so close made my heart race.

  We had been having plenty of sex, despite Gwen being dependent on us, but we hadn’t had the same kind of knee shaking, earth shattering sex that we used to have.

  I could feel the electricity in the air. Tonight was going to be explosive.

  My excitement settled between my legs with a pulsing heat, which turned into an ache as Greyson continued kissing and teasing me with his teeth and his hands. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, which were much more sensitive than they ever used to be. I moaned softly and rested my head against his shoulder, and then I arched my back so that I was pressing my ass into his crotch.

  I could feel his shaft through his pants. He was hard and ready.

  His hand fell from my breasts and he grabbed my hair. He tugged my head back and forced me to look up at the moon as he wedged his knee between my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs for him.

  I couldn’t stop smiling as I submitted.

  His other hand traced wandering lines down my back until he surprised me with a short slap on my ass. I yelped, and then giggled, and he returned to nibbling my ear and kissing my neck as the hand on my ass slipped between my legs.

  He began rubbing me gently, his fingers working in slow circular motions and spreading my wetness. I moaned, softly at first, and then a little louder when his fingers grazed my clit.

  “I’m barely touching you,” he whispered in my ear.

  “It’s enough,” I said, my eyes closing as he tightened his grip in my hair.

  When he slid a finger inside me I gasped and my eyes flew open. He moaned softly against my neck as his kisses trailed from my ear back to my shoulder. He pinched me with his teeth, and I rotated my hips on his finger, feeling him pressing into me and stretching me open.

  He released my hair and spun me around. He kept me balanced when I almost fell over, and as he adjusted himself to keep stroking my pussy I reached for his belt. I undid it, and set to work on his fly. Once his pants were undone I tugged them down his legs and he stepped out of them.

  Then, together, we sank down to the blanket on the grass.

  He sat on his knees and I pulled his shirt over his head while I settled on his lap. His cock was hard between us, and I wrapped my fingers around it and began working him over slowly. His lips found mine and we kissed like it might be the last chance we had to taste each other. I bit his bottom lip and his tongue explored my mouth with desperate need. We breathed into each other’s mouths and I rocked my hips on top of him, aching for him to fill me.

  He cupped my face in his hands and guided me down with his as he lay on his back. I stayed on top of him, kissing him deeply, with one hand still rubbing his cock.

  He had me turn around, and I planted my knees on either side of his head. His cock bobbed in front of me and I dropped my head to press my lips to the tip of him. A bead of salty sweetness was there, and I licked it off before sealing my lips around his head and pressing my tongue to the base of his shaft.

  He moaned as I slowly brought my mouth down upon him.

  As I took him in my throat, Greyson flicked his tongue over my clit. I flinched and he licked me in longer strokes. He didn’t rush. He took his time, bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return; to the point where I would lose myself and I would be nothing but sex and desire and greed.

  I held myself down on his cock, ignoring my need for air as he began gently thrusting his hips beneath me. Somehow, I took him deeper, and I held him there until the burning for air became too much.

  I resurfaced and filled my lungs as Greyson slipped a finger inside me once more. This time my pussy swallowed him and pulsed around him. I needed more. He knew it, so he pressed another finger inside me, demanding more from my body. I gave it to him.

  I began sucking him off in earnest. I bobbed up and down and let my tongue dance over his sensitive tip whenever he was close to coming. Then, when it abated, I would take him in my throat again and let him fuck my mouth as he fucked my pussy with his fingers.

  When the tightness in my pussy became almost unbearable, I knew I was going to climax soon.

  I swallowed his dick and he groaned beneath me. I puckered my cheeks and pulled up, creating gentle suction around his shaft as I worked my way back up towards his tip. His fingers curled inside me, pointing down to that delightful G spot.

  I came immediately.

  My orgasm rushed through me, bearing me open to him as Greyson pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed my clit until I came again. I cried out his name, not caring if anyone was around to hear us. I needed him.

  Greyson tapped my thigh and I made to turn around so I could sit on his cock. He shook his head and pushed me aside, then had me wait for him on my hands and knees.

  He scrambled to his pants which were sitting at the corner of the blanket. From the pocket he withdrew a condom, and I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head at him. He shrugged and rolled it on.

  “Now is not the time for another kid,” he muttered, coming towards me on his knees. “Although, you pregnant is sexy as hell.”

  “Just give it to me,” I begged, dropping my back to create a dramatic curve for him.

  My ass and pussy was in the air the way I knew he liked. He knelt behind me staring down at the view. His cock was rock hard and poised right in front of my pulsing slit. He was so close. So close. I wanted to cry for him to just fuck me already.

  But instead he grabbed my ass in his hands and spread me open so he could have a better view. I hung my head and giggled, then wiggled my ass back and forth for him.

  His finger dipped inside me. I moaned.

  He played with my pussy for a while. I didn’t mind. Every thrust he gave me with his finger only made me more hot and heavy, and soon I was fantasizing about how good it would feel when he finally slid his cock in me.

  When he shuffled closer and he pulled his finger out my breath caught in my throat. I froze, paralyzed by the anticipation, as he leaned his hips forward. His cock grazed my pussy. He held his shaft and moved his dick up and down along my slit, teasing me even more.

  “I can’t,” I whispered, unable to finish my sentence when his cock slid over my clit.

  “You can’t what?”

  I let out an exasperated, horny sigh. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, please just-”

  He pressed his cock inside me and he didn’t stop until he was buried in my pussy to the hilt. His thighs were pressed against the backs of mine, and he held himself there, his hands on my hips, until I let out a moan of satisfaction and began moving my hips in a slow circle.

  Greyson held on to me and began slowly thrusting inside me. I went down on my elbows and rested my cheek on the blanket.

  He slapped my ass before pulling out and sliding back in. He did this a couple more times, until I was a whimpering mess beneath him. Then he worked me over, his legs slapping against mine in a fast and exquisite rhythm that made me delirious with pleasure.

  I grabbed the blanket and bundled it beneath me. I bit down on it to muffle the cry that came out of me as the tension inside me built.

  When I came it took me a while to recover. Greyson continued burying his cock deep inside me, and I gasped and moaned with each and every thrust until suddenly I was empty.

  Greyson rolled me over on my back.

  I smiled up at him as he pushed my legs up in the air. He crossed my ankles and rested them on his right shoulder. Then he slipped his cock back inside my pussy.

  This position made it feel like I was so much tighter. I winced and bit my bottom lip. Greyson froze, and then continued filling me, slower this time. Once we had worked through the first couple pumps, he worked back up to
his faster rhythm, and I reached my hands over my head and sighed with delight when he dropped a hand and began rubbing my clit.

  I uncrossed my ankles and let my legs fall from his shoulder. Then I reached up for Greyson.

  He lowered himself down on top of me. All I wanted now was for him to be close when he finished. I wanted to kiss him and feel him against my skin.

  I held him to me, hooking my arms behind his neck. He continued to thrust inside me as I buried my fingers in his hair and lifted my head from the blanket to kiss his throat, jaw, and lips. I let my hands wander across his shoulders and down his back, where I pressed my nails into his skin.

  He moaned, and so did I. Hearing him was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I lifted my legs from the blanket and held them up for him so he could get even deeper inside me.

  Our mouths crashed together as the end neared for both of us. He tasted like mint and basil, and I was sure I tasted like wine.

  I gasped as his cock pulsed inside me.

  Greyson moaned and cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me. His movements became quicker, shorter, and all at once the tightness inside me vanished as I came again. The new wetness in my pussy was too much for him, and he came too. I held on to him as we both rode out our orgasms, and even when we were done we stayed like that; clinging to one another and kissing.

  We parted to catch our breath a few minutes later.

  Greyson fell to his back beside me and rested a hand on my bare thigh. Then he rolled to face me, and I rolled to face him.

  Then we started laughing like idiots together.

  “I can’t believe we just had sex in the park,” I said through my breathless giggles. “I feel so rebellious. This might be the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done. Besides getting kidnapped by a mob boss, of course.”

  Greyson traced my bottom lip with his thumb and shook his head at me. “Are we ever going to drop the whole mob boss thing?”