Billionaire Playboy

by Terry Towers

  Angelique undid his pants and pushed them down his hips, followed by his boxers, as she trailed soft kisses down his chest and torso. She pushed him back against the mattress and tugged his pants all the way down and off, leaving his gorgeous body naked for her to explore.

  She worked her way down his stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of hard muscle of his abdominals, she was about to grasp his thick, rock solid cock in her hand, when he grabbed her upper arms and urged her back up and then pressed her to her back.

  "But I was..."

  He covered her mouth with his, quieting her protest as he slid his hand between her creamy thighs and cupped her mound. Closing her eyes she moaned against his lips, and bucked against the hand teasing her pussy. And then he was gone.

  Alarmed, her eyes flew open to see him grabbing his handcuffs from his jacket pocket. Her eyes watched the cuffs as the metal gleamed under the soft overhead light and her pussy tensed. For the first time since she’d met him, she was actually excited to see those cuffs in his hand.

  He stalked towards her, a devilish look on his face; his cock, standing tall and proud, taunting her. She licked her lips as she watched it, anxious to wrap her lips around it, and lick off the cum that was beginning to form at the tip.

  Taking her first wrist, he slapped the cuff on and looped it around the rung above her head on the headboard. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked up and met his gaze, and then offered her second wrist to him.

  With her secured to the bed, her hands above her head, Lincoln stretched back out beside her. "I promised you something at the club," he whispered in her ear as his mouth began its journey south down the length of her body. He took his precious time, his mouth paying careful attention to every inch of her quivering, needy body.

  His fingers, spread her pussy lips wide, and slowly ran back and forth along the length of her slit. The fire that had been burning within her was quickly turning into an out of control inferno. She couldn't decide what was more torturous, his tongue as it flicked and teased her nipples, turning first one and then the other into tight nubs or his fingers as they stroked and teased.

  Angelique tested the cuffs, suddenly overcome with the need to touch him. She groaned in frustration and then whimpered as his teeth nipped at her nipple and a short burst of pleasure and pain rushed through her

  "I need to touch you, Link," she groaned, her hips bucking up against his hand as he dipped two fingers deep into her core.

  "No."

  His mouth worked its way down her body until he reached her mound. He paused, his hunger-filled eyes looking up and catching hers. She shivered as the warmth of his breath tickled her wet, exposed pussy. The anticipation was killing her and he seemed to be intent on prolonging her agony.

  "Please," she struggled against the cuffs, overwhelmed with the need to feel his face buried between her legs, lapping up the juices that were slipping down her ass.

  He grinned, and then kissed the top of her mound. He removed his tormenting fingers from her depths, and spread her pussy wide, exposing her clit to him. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, kissing it, and then rolling his tongue around it.

  "Jesus, Link, please. I need to come!"

  He groaned a low feral noise as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The sensation made her whole body sing and she found herself on the brink of an orgasm; so close her stomach ached from the need for release. As if sensing her need, as his tongue flicked and teased her clit, he dipped two fingers back into her, stroking her inner wall. Suddenly, she found herself short of breath, her body tensed and then she cried out, as her body erupted over his hand.

  She was gasping and moaning, as she basked in the relief of her climax, when his mouth left her clit and began to lap up her juices. His tongue licked the length of her slit from her anus to her clit, until she was dry and begging him for more.

  "Damn, I love how wet you get, Angel," he murmured as his tongue probed her entrance. "I've never had a woman so wet for me."

  "Oh God, yes. Give me your cock. Please," despite the recent orgasm she needed him again. She needed his hard body over hers, pounding into her.

  "Not until I'm done with you."

  Oh God! The forcefulness of his words and the implication that she was at his mercy until he was through with her, set her body aflame once more. Her hands fisted above her head and she struggled against the cuffs again, her ample breasts bouncing with the movement.

  He plunged his tongue deep into her and she cried out, louder than she intended to and she prayed that there was no one in the room beside them. "Link. Oh, Link!" She wiggled against his mouth, wanting his tongue deeper. She closed her eyes and let the sensations roll over her, one after another the pleasure rushed through her, until she didn't think she could handle another moment.

  As his tongue thrust in and out of her, he restarted his stroking of her clit, his fingers pinching and rolling her quivering nub. "So good. Come for me again and I'll give you what you want.

  She bucked against his mouth, fucking his mouth as she would his cock. She wanted to come. She wanted to badly. She was rapidly ascending the cliff and was hovering over the edge.

  "Come on, honey," he murmured against her pussy and that seemed to be the final straw. Screaming out his name, she fisted her pillow and bucked wildly against his mouth as her body erupted, sending a tidal wave of her juices spilling out onto his tongue and into his mouth.

  "Fuck me now. Fuck me now, please, Lincoln," she begged.

  She watched as he sat up on his knees, between her legs and wiped his mouth and chin, which were covered in her nectar, with the back of his hand. Her eyes quickly lowered to his beautiful shaft. Damn she wanted it. She remember how it had felt earlier, hammering into her and she wanted it again.

  Excited that she was going to feel the length of him ramming into her and feel his hard body rubbing against hers she wiggled her wrists as though to remind him that she was still cuffed.

  He smirked at her, and shook his head as his hand grasped his cock and he began to stroke himself. She glanced up from his dick to meet his eyes and that wicked look that told her, he wasn't though making her suffer was gleaming in them.

  "Link!" She struggled against the cuffs again. Her eyes fell back down to his cock, the head gleamed with pre cum as his hand jerked it in quick, fluid motions. The heat in her pussy began to rise again, and she licked her lips, wishing she could wrap them around his shaft and taste his cum.

  "My God, Link, you’re cruel," she groaned and he chuckled at her in response. She wiggled and spread her legs wider trying to relieve some of the tension. Finally deciding to accept her fate, she focused her eyes on his thick, hard cock and the pre cum as it slid down the head while he stroked himself.

  He grunted and closed his eyes. Her pussy ached with anticipation of him spewing his seed over her. With several more, quick and almost violent stokes he groaned and his cock erupted, sending a stream of his cum up the length of her body, making its way as far as her chest. He opened his eyes, and looked down at her, as a few final spurts surged from him coating her stomach with a layer of his warm cum.

  ****

  Lincoln took a deep breath in and released it, calming himself down from one of the best orgasms of his life. Something about seeing her straining to be free, begging him to let her touch him, begging him to fuck her had turned him on beyond anything he'd ever experienced and he was far from done yet.

  His eyes swept over the sight of her as he slipped from the bed and stood at the foot. Her silky dark hair fanned out around her, her breasts jiggling as she strained against the cuffs and her smooth, hairless mound calling for him to devour it once more. He could still taste her juices in his mouth and on his lips and it was causing his cock to stir even though he'd come less than a minute ago.

  "Hey where are you going?" she called out to him as he turned his back to her and made his way to the bathroom in search of a washcloth to clean his cum from her stomach and chest
. He didn't answer, enjoying the idea that she was lying on the bed, anxious for him and not knowing what to expect next.

  Grabbing a cloth from the rack he ran it under some warm water and made his way back to her. Her vibrant blue eyes, filled with desire, caught his as he sat down next to her.

  She wiggled her wrists, making the cuffs clang. "These can come off now."

  "Soon," he assured her, grinning as he set to work, slowly and tenderly removing all traces of his seed from her stunning ivory skin. His smile widened when she groaned her frustration.

  "My God, you're cruel, Lincoln."

  Looking up from his task, he caught her gaze. "I know, but you made me jump into a dumpster, so let's call it even."

  She groaned a little louder, and rolled her eyes at him. "You have got to get over that."

  Once he was done wiping her down he tossed the cloth to the night table, leaned over and kissed her tenderly, brushing his lips over hers. When he pulled away and caught her gaze, he felt something. He felt an intense pull to her, a sense that he needed to protect and care for her no matter what. The pull was so strong it was like he'd been slammed in the gut and it left him short of breath.

  He immediately knew what it was. What he was feeling. He was falling for her, hard, fast - too fast - and even if he wanted to, he knew he was helpless to stop it. He had never believed in fate or destiny or love at first sight - he'd always believed that nonsense was for suckers and idealists - but here he was, looking down at Angel and knowing deep down that she was meant to be his.

  He had no idea how long they stayed like that, his body hovering over hers, their lips inches apart, their breaths intermingled and their eyes speaking volumes neither one of them was prepare or ready to say, however when the connection broke he straddled her and grabbed the key to the cuffs unlocking one wrist and then the other.

  And then it happened.

  With the speed of a cheetah and the strength that he would never had guessed possible from such a tiny woman, she flipped him to his back, straddling his chest. Grabbing the cuffs, so quickly he had close to no time to react, she slapped one onto his wrist, looped it around the rung of the bed and then slapped it onto the other, leaving him in the vulnerable position he'd had her in seconds earlier.

  Moving down his body, leaving a trail of her juices smeared across his chest she lay over him smiling, her arms crossed over his chest, and her chin atop her arms. She caught his gaze and her eyes danced with mischief that made him smile despite himself.

  "You know," she started, tracing the contours of muscle across his shoulders and placing a kiss to his chest, "I could run now and you'd be helpless to stop me."

  He didn't believe for a second that she would. Despite her speed, he'd ultimately allowed her to cuff him, because he knew she felt it too. Whatever it was between them, she felt it and he reckoned she was as much a prisoner to those feelings as he was.

  "But you won't run from me," he challenged.

  Shaking her head, she leaned over and ghosted her lips across his. "Never from you."

  Chapter 8

  Gary, IL - Day 3

  "Fuck!" Angelique growled flipping the top down on the laptop, she'd been banging away at for over seven hours. She couldn't find a damned thing that could help her. She'd been through the information dozens of times before, always hoping there was a slight possibility that she'd missed something. As it appeared, she hadn't. She was fucked. Royally and truly fucked!

  "What's wrong?" Lincoln took his eyes off the road long enough to glance over at her.

  Angelique glared back at him, not meaning to take her frustration out on him, but she couldn't help it and, sadly for him, he was the only other person in the car. "Gee, Lincoln, let's see... I'm never going to figure this out. I'm going to jail until I'm too old to be able to wipe my own ass and while I'm there I can almost guarantee my bunkmate will be a huge woman named Bertha who will make me her bitch and force me to eat out her grimy snatch every night after lights out!"

  Lincoln snickered, noticed the fire raging in her glare and quickly attempted to cover the chuckling with a series of coughs.

  "It's not funny, Lincoln!" She groaned closing her eyes. She let her head fall back against the headrest and tried to calm herself. The feel of his hand taking hers had her opening her eyes back up and attempting to smile. It was a half-assed effort at best.

  "Just calm down, Angel. Just think. You've been through it a million times and you said yourself, no one wanted him dead."

  "Nope. Not one person," she confirmed.

  "You're one hundred percent positive?" he asked.

  "One hundred and ten."

  "Then you need to think outside the box, Angel. Come on now, you're a reporter. Do your job!"

  "I'm trying, Link!" Her voice had taken on a whiney, defeated pitch that she didn't care for in the least. With another groan, she closed her eyes again. "I was a good reporter you know, Link. I really was." She smiled despite herself. "And I loved the job. Loved getting to the truth."

  "And I bet you had a lot of enemies," Lincoln mused.

  "Nah, not really." She shrugged, her eyes remaining closed. "Maybe a couple," she admitted after a moment of contemplation.

  "The murder of a reporter would be big news wouldn't you think?"

  Opening her eyes she looked over at him frowning. "Not huge, but yeah it would make people ask questions."

  "So aside from killing them, how else would someone get rid of a pain in the ass reporter?"

  The pieces of the puzzle began to clink into place and Angelique kicked herself for not seeing it herself. Of course, she'd been busy between trying to mourn Nathan's death and then jumping bail, her mind hadn't been on straight.

  She sat back up straight in her seat and a surge of renewed hope shot through her. "You're a genius, Lincoln!"

  He gave her a wink and put his focus back onto the road.

  She tapped the tip of her fingernail against her teeth. "Whose business was I snooping around in back then...?"

  "Can't help you there, sweetie,"

  "If I find them, perfect, but even if I don't, this might be enough to provide a reasonable doubt in the jury, worst case scenario."

  "Well, you have two days to figure it out, so I suggest you get tapping away at that keyboard again."

  A smile touched her lips as she looked over at him, studying his profile. He may have been a jackass when she’d first met him, proud and very arrogant, but seeing the softer side of him and knowing he was looking out for her... that made her feel good. It felt good to be cared for and protected for a change. It had been too long since she'd felt that way.

  "Thank you, Link."

  "Nah, it was no biggie, you would have thought of it eventually."

  She paused, "No, no. I mean for everything. For believing me, trusting me." She held the laptop up, "Buying me this so I could figure it out." She shrugged and blushed slightly, "You're a good man. I'm lucky you found me and I'm sorry for the oil on the kitchen floor and the dumpster and dunking your toothbrush in the toilet bowl"

  His head spun round and he glared over at her, "You did what?"

  Grinning she touched his arm. "I was kidding about the last one."

  A pump and go gas station and quick-mart were coming up on her side of the road so he signalled and pulled the car into the lot.

  "What are we stopping for?" Not that she was complaining, they'd been driving all day, she was glad they were finally in Gary, IL so they could find a place to settle in for the night.

  He scowled at her once more, before opening his door and slipping out. "I'm not taking any chances on the toothbrush. I'll be right back." He wagged his index finger at her. "And just so you know... You'll be paying for that little stunt when we get settled into the motel."

  She watched in amusement as he slammed his door shut and marched across the parking lot, muttering about pain in the ass women, foul tasting toothbrushes and there being a reason why he'd remained single all these
years.

  The final part of his rant made it seem to her that he felt he was no longer single. The previous night had been very intimate and she'd felt something change between them, but the circumstances of the relationship hadn't changed, despite their time together and the - fingers crossed - breakthrough in her case. It wasn't as though she didn't want it to be different... She felt the connection with him, and wanted more than anything to take things to another level. She smiled at the thought of being someone's 'girlfriend' again.

  She sighed. As much as she wanted to open herself up to him, she had to be strong. Until she knew whether she was going to be sent to prison or not, she had to keep her emotional distance, for both of their sakes.

  ****

  "Alright, so I sent the information you gave me about the stories you were working on to a private detective I know," Lincoln announced opening the door to their motel room with their dinner in hand.

  Angelique looked up from the laptop, and smiled. She'd decided to stay in the room and continue digging into the stories she'd been working on at the time of Nathan's murder. As it was she had three possible leads on people who may have benefited from having her in prison and no longer snooping around.

  Again she kicked herself for not thinking of that angle sooner. She couldn't have expected the police to dig deep, because as far as they were concerned they had the killer and she didn't make enough money to hire a lawyer with the resources to do the digging for her. With no immediate family and few friends in the Denver area, those friends she did have had buggered off when she was arrested and charged for murder. She'd been virtually on her own from the time of Nathan's death... Until now.

  "Thank you." She closed the laptop, placed it on the night table and slid from the bed. The aroma of the food was delicious and her stomach grumbled as she took a seat at the two person table and unloaded the contents of the brown paper bag. "And this smells amazing."