ROAD TRIP (BILLIONAIRE BAD BOY ROMANCE Book 1)

by Linzi Basset

“Y-you have?” Just the thought of Cole burying his face between her thighs and feasting on her sent a flush of juices to coat his probing finger.

  He didn’t respond. He was too enraptured by the tightness, the heat and the wetness that wrapped around his finger. Sage closed her eyes, quickly becoming lost in the sensuous brush of his finger inside her.

  “Cole?”

  “Yes, love?”

  “Please. I need you to fuck me. I can’t stand it any longer. I need you inside me,” she appealed breathlessly.

  Every brush of his fingers triggered a fresh wave of lust, followed by a flush of heat that tumbled her headlong into a turbulent wave of unexpected rapture. It was difficult controlling the lust that flooded her bloodstream. She could feel it pulsing in a demand for release.

  “Soon, my pet … soon.”

  She moaned as he removed his finger. She watched with smokey eyes as he lifted his hand to his face and sniffed before he sucked the digit into his mouth. His eyes held hers prisoner as he feasted on her juices coating it.

  “Your aroma could become addictive, my pet and your taste … I’m going to enjoy lapping and feasting on your decadent pussy … but not just yet.”

  He pressed his lips to hers and just like that, all thoughts evaporated. The taste of her essence on his tongue intensified her lust. Contrary to what she expected, it was a tender kiss, yet it still evoked a tidal wave of lascivious desires. The feel of his mouth gently exploring hers—not demanding but enticing—curled her toes. Something vulnerable unfurled inside her chest, startling her with its intensity.

  He traced his tongue along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, sucking on the skin and gradually increased the pull, until her bones turned to jelly.

  “Remember my warning, Sage. If I fuck you now, your fate is sealed. I won’t allow you to walk away from me.”

  With the demands of her body ringing in her ears, she struggled to hear his words, let alone decipher them. She could feel the forces inside her demanding that she give in to him. Not just here, sexually, but offering her entire being into his hands.

  “I won’t want to walk away from you,” she whispered against his lips. Her hands trailed over the hard planes of his back.

  “Are you sure?”

  She tightened her legs around him, orbiting her hips in an erotic dance of temptation. Her labia spread open and coated his hard shaft sliding back and forth between them.

  “God, yes! I’m sure.”

  Her nipples tightened even more as he brushed his palms over them and then pinched them between two fingers to twist and pull. A flood of reckless desire overpowered her, but instead of fighting against it, she dove head-first into it.

  She could feel the nip of his teeth graze her skin as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She was shocked at the desire to feel his teeth clamp around her nipples, bite and pull on them. She’d never had the desire to feel pain during sex … the changes in her needs threatened to swamp her, but was soon doused as he lapped at the tips which were sensitive from his ministrations.

  There was no way to describe the intense effect Cole had on her. Not just her body, but her entire being. In a strange way, his hard body against hers felt familiar; like she’d known him intimately for a long time instead of just a couple of days.

  He dragged her hands above her head and pinned them to the bed with one of his.

  “I fucked you once in punishment.” His eyes searched hers for signs of fear. “It’s who and what I am, Sage. I’m not a gentle lover. I like it rough and hard but if I hurt you, you know how to stop me.”

  For a fraction of a second, his warning caused her heart to stop beating followed by a rush of excitement. She felt no fear at his words. It didn’t surprise her. In fact, it was the way he’d fucked her that night which had caused the increased pressure to build inside her. It was what she craved and wanted again … and again and again.

  She arched her back as he straightened his arms to watch his hard cock slide into her softness. Her eyes followed his, surprised to notice he was wearing a condom, which she hadn’t even realized he’d put on.

  “Fuck, what a beautiful sight.” His voice was raw in the silence of the room.

  “Ahh,” Sage cried out in surprise as he caught her hair in his hand. He turned her head to the side to expose the curved line of her throat. He ran his tongue over the erratic pulse he found there.

  “You are such a tempting witch, little one. You have no idea the things I intend to do to you in the future,” he murmured in a smooth tone.

  A heated tremor rushed through her body at the growl that echoed around them as he finally hilted deep inside her. She reveled in the shudder that ran through his body as her heat engulfed his girth.

  “Fuck you’re so hot and tight. So gorgeously tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

  Sage was overwhelmed by the desire to be consumed by him and she opened her mouth to urge him on. Common sense prevailed, and she bit back the words that were about to tumble from her lips. For one thing, she recognized that this was a precious moment. It wasn’t just her Dom taking care of her needs. It was a consummation of their commitment to each other. To rush it would belittle the importance she instinctively knew it held for Cole.

  In that moment, she realized … it did to her as well.

  Instead, she concentrated on his hard body on top of her and his thick cock pulsing inside her. This was what she had been craving—the constant need; the burning heat rushing through her veins. She could no longer deny that she needed this.

  She needed him.

  She spread her legs wide and bent her knees, canting her hips upward. She could feel him holding back and it annoyed her. Yes, he was a very big man but she wasn’t a porcelain doll and the sooner he realized it, the better.

  Besides, I’m greedy. I want all of him.

  “Deeper, Cole. I need to feel all of you. Aah!”

  Her scream cut off as he pulled back and thrust into her. He pounded her with an urgent rhythm, while keeping her hands pinned above her head.

  “Yes!” Sage writhed and bucked against him in a show of greediness for more. Her breath came in short, quick puffs, in tandem with each steady plunge . . . deeper . . . harder . . . as he continued to drag small cries from her. The pleasure inside her built and became painful, threatening to overwhelm her.

  “No, my pet. You don’t come yet.”

  “But I—”

  “No.” One word and he flung her back onto a cloud of despair as she felt the painful pulsing in her loins. She bit into her lip, digging deep to force back the climax.

  “That’s my good sub,” he praised as he lifted his weight slightly off her to tilt her hips toward him at a steeper angle by lifting her buttocks off the bed. His eyes glowed like blue flames as he watched her with an incinerating hunger that responded with an insistent pulse deep inside her. Since he’d let go of her hands, she slipped them around his hips to clutch his firm cheeks, pulling him deeper.

  “No. I want your hands back above your head. Keep them there, until I am done with you.”

  She mewled a soft protest but did as instructed. Her eyes glittered with expectation as he straightened, forcing his cock deeper.

  He grasped the headboard for balance and powered into her with controlled and rhythmic thrusts. He growled as he sped up, using it as leverage to pound into her body mercilessly.

  Yes! This is what I need. His uncontrolled passion loosed upon me. God, it feels good!

  “Get ready, baby.”

  His raw voice accompanied his hand slipping between their bodies to find her swollen clitoris. He brushed over the tip softly at first, then harder until Sage felt like every vein in her body was ready to explode.

  “Please, I can’t hold it back any longer,” she wailed as she thrashed and jerked against his plunging cock. His fingers closed around the throbbing nub and he pinched—hard.

  “Come, my pet.”

  Sage came apart
at the seams. Her screams echoed inside the room as he continued to plunder her pussy, driven by the clenching folds around his cock.

  “Oh, god!” she wailed as he powered into her, through one climax after the other, until finally he gave one hard plunge and his big body spasmed. He kept his grip on the headboard as his head rolled back. His eyelids fluttered closed as shudders coursed through him.

  The sight of him in the throes of his climax, combined with the heat of his ejaculate was enough to set Sage off once more, leaving her in a tangle of weak limbs as he slumped on top of her.

  His gruffly uttered promise drifted to her as if from afar as she gave over to the lull of sleep, induced by the overindulgence of her body.

  “You’re mine now, Sage Porter. Remember that. I won’t ever let you go.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sage was happy and felt blessed by the attention Cole splurged on her. He didn’t curb his affection for her in front of the students or the other professors and she couldn’t help but bask in it. Not for the first time, she was glad she gave in and joined the road trip.

  If only the days wouldn’t go by so quickly. Now that she’d emotionally committed herself to Cole, she enjoyed the time they had together. They spent three nights in Tampa, visited museums, swam in the sea, basked in the sun on the beach, and found the youth in themselves as the students dragged them along to nightclubs and gaming arcades.

  From there, they stayed over in a five-star hotel on Miami Beach with daily road trips all over Florida. It was luxury beyond anything Sage had ever experienced. At first, she’d expected to see a different side of Cole in the kind of environment he was used to living, but once again, he surprised her. He remained the same down to earth man who first and foremost took care of the students' needs.

  Sage never had as much fun as she did there during those ten days of being spoiled rotten by Cole. He took her sailing, taught her to deep sea dive, and kidnapped her for two nights to spend time alone at his beach house in Key West. It had been idyllic. He treated her like a princess and Dominated her with a powerful strength that left her breathless. By the time they returned to Miami, she knew …

  She had fallen in love with Cole Sawyer.

  Hook, line, and sinker.

  Now, there was no turning back.

  It was the best feeling of all, knowing she finally found the man whose hands her heart entrusted itself to.

  Their final stop around the horn of Florida was Jacksonville where they stayed over on the organic farm Cole owned. His staff had converted the barn into a hostel-like area and bunkbeds where the students would sleep with a male and female professor rotating as chaperones. The rest had the privilege of staying in the house with Cole and Sage.

  “I can’t believe you have this beautiful farmhouse, all the gorgeousness of nature, your own private beach, and you don’t permanently live here.” Sage drooled as she spun around to take in the gorgeous architecture of the entrance hall.

  Cole wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her throat. “Maybe one day.” He cupped her chin and tilted it to gain access to her lips, which he captured in a deeply passionate kiss. “I’m a very lucky man to have you in my life, Sage.”

  Sage blinked at the seriousness in his tone. For once, he didn’t return her smile but stared at her with such depth of emotion in his eyes that she forgot to breathe.

  “I’m the lucky one. You have brought so much joy to my life. For the first time, I know what it feels like to let go of my inhibitions. You taught me that.”

  “I didn’t teach you anything, love. All you needed was a little nudge.”

  She turned in his arms and hugged him. It was wonderful to have the freedom to be this open with her affections. As intimidating as he was before, he had become the crutch of her strength, the conduit to bring the woman she had buried to the surface. One who loved to touch and be touched, one who loved to laugh and embraced every moment of what life offered.

  “No, Cole,” she leaned back to look at him. “I was a shell of the woman I was meant to be. My past … maybe it was unconscious but because of how I grew up, I buried the real woman inside me for so long that I became someone completely … empty. You were my savior. If not for you, I would most probably very happily have become a spinster with ten cats.”

  “We can’t have that.” He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.

  “How long are we staying here?”

  “It was supposed to be for one night only but the students have asked if we can stay longer. They want to go exploring in the fields tomorrow.” He grinned that bad boy smile that always caused her libido to erupt in song and dance. “It’s going to be fun chasing you around the farm naked.” The wink was as wicked as could be. “Maybe I’ll even tie you naked on my horse and take you for a ride.”

  “Hmm.” Sage ran her hands over his chest and batted her eyelids. “That sounds entirely too wicked.”

  He laughed at the cynical expression on her face. He took her hand. “Come, let me give you a tour of the house and yard.”

  They were exiting the barn when a loud shout stopped them in their tracks.

  “Hey, Dean Sawyer! Your farm manager said we can help pick oranges this afternoon. Is that okay with you? Wait! Why don’t you and Ms. Porter join us?” Barry, who had been the selected leader of the students, nudged Cole teasingly. “It’ll be fun to see if you can balance your big ass body on a ladder.”

  “This big ass body has been picking fruit for forty years.” Cole folded his arms over his chest and looked at the muscled but much smaller young man down his nose. “What’s in it for me?”

  Barry scratched his chin, pretending to think. “How about a race? You and the profs against the students. Losers have to cook for us tonight.”

  “Sounds fair. I have been yearning for some scrumptious tripe for years.”

  “Tripe! Come on, Dean, you gotta be kidding.” Barry’s lip turned up as a visible shudder shook his body.

  “Nope. This is a farm. Nothing goes to waste.”

  “And if we win you have to catch fresh fish in the lake, clean, and cook it over hot coals.”

  “You’re on.”

  “Better gather your troops, Dean Sawyer. You’re in for the race of a lifetime.” Barry pumped a fist in the air and smiled at Sage as he walked toward the front door.

  “Don’t worry, Barry. I’ll make sure we lose. There’s no way I’m eating tripe,” she whispered conspiratorially as he passed her. He winked at her while whistling, The Eye of the Tiger, and disappeared outside.

  “What was that, Sage?”

  Sage shrugged and bestowed a beatific smile at him. “Nothing. I just wished them good luck.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Hmm, I sincerely hope I don’t have a traitor on my team.”

  “Of course not. How can you even think that?” Unbeknownst to her, her wide-eyed innocent look screamed the opposite. Cole suppressed the mirth scratching inside him. Even if they won, he wasn’t serious about cooking tripe. For one thing, it took hours to build the perfect flavor profile and for another, he was relatively sure most of the students would go to bed hungry rather than put their lips to it.

  His little lying submissive included.

  “I suggest we get changed. It’s going to be too hot to pick oranges in jeans.”

  “Hey! Cole, no! Put me down,” Sage thumped him on his back as he leaned low and hitched her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She felt like a bothersome fly as he took the stairs two at a time, seemingly effortless, like her weight had no impact on him.

  “Behave, woman. I’m in a hurry to win. My mouth is already drooling just thinking of the decadent curry flavors, the scrumptious stomach lining and the eyes … hmhmhmm, so yummy. Is there a problem, love?” he asked with an amused chuckle at the strangling sounds coming from her. He lowered her to the floor in the master bedroom. His eyes glimmered with mirth.

  “Eyes? You want eyeballs in your tripe?” she managed to croak
.

  “Wouldn’t be the same without it.” He pointed to the luggage rack in the corner. “There’s your bags. Hustle, baby, while I inform the others.”

  Sage didn’t move until the door closed behind him, then she stumbled back and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “There is no fucking way I’m eating tripe. If he thinks for one moment … eew! Eyeballs! Who in their right mind—” The sound of approaching footsteps spurred her to action. She was already pulling on a pair of shorts when Cole walked back into the room.

  “Gorgeous legs, love. If I had any say, I’d make you wear shorts to school every day.”

  “In your dreams, Mr. Sawyer. Can you imagine how those boys would be ogling me all day long?”

  “Hmm. You’re right. Maybe we should limit it to home then.”

  “So, is everyone joining us?” Sage chose not to let his words give her hope. They hadn’t discussed the way forward past the road trip. It would be a mistake to read too much in his reference to home. If he intended her to move in with him, surely, he would’ve said something to that effect from the beginning, wouldn’t he?

  “All but Ally. It seems she’s allergic to oranges.”

  “Of course she is,” Sage chuckled. “I don’t suppose she has the correct outfit for climbing trees.”

  “Be nice, Ms. Porter.”

  Sage snorted as she tied the white sneakers she’d put on and sat back to watch him undress.

  Damn, this man packs a punch naked.

  She could feel the drool forming in her mouth as he bent over to pick up his bag from the floor.

  “Stop ogling my ass, woman, and get yours downstairs. Talia is packing water and snacks for everyone,” Cole said without turning around.

  “Yes, Sir,” she lilted and scooted to the door, casting one last lascivious look at the rippling muscles as he stepped into a pair of board shorts. “Love your ass, honey. Maybe you should only wear these tight boxers to work.”

  He glanced at her over his shoulders and flexed his gluteal muscles, grinning when her eyes dropped to his buttocks to leer openly. Her tongue did an uncontrolled foray over her lips.