Billionaires and Bad Boys: The Complete 7-Book Box Set

by Nikki Chase

  I watch, unblinking, as he grabs his cock and shuttles his hand up and down its length. He has his eyes on me the whole time, obviously enjoying the fact that I’m looking at him with intense interest.

  “You want to touch it?” Raphael asks.

  I nod. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock. I gingerly wrap my fingers around it like he did. It twitches, and I look up at Raphael’s face to see him slack-jawed and heavy-lidded.

  “Grab it like you’re trying to choke it,” Raphael says, his eyes twinkling with mischief, even as his breathing gets heavier.

  I can’t help but smile as I hold him tighter. I move my hand up and down, mimicking him. The skin on his cock feels smooth like velvet, which surprises me. And the head, although firm, feels more rubbery than the shaft.

  Raphael dips his head down and nibbles on my neck, making me gasp. He reaches his hand down to part my thighs. He slides his fingers along my wet folds, which are already slick and slippery with arousal. Instinctively, I raise my hips up off the bed, wanting—no, needing more contact with him.

  He spreads my wetness around and rubs my clit. My breaths become gasping hitches. My grip on his hard cock loosens as my brain takes on a single focus: the mounting pleasure between my legs.

  “You’re not allowed to come yet, princess,” Raphael says as he takes his finger away.

  I whimper with need, my clit aching for release.

  Raphael’s fingers find my opening. Like he did last night, he pushes one finger inside me, and then another one.

  “You’re going to have to beg me if you want to come,” Raphael says.

  With his thumb, he presses on my clit. I try to angle my hips so I can get more pressure from his thumb, but he’s got me in a pinch. I can’t do anything but ask for him to give me more. Beg for him to give me more.

  The idea offends me. Still, I do want this. I want him to make me come, and I want to make him come. I can’t wait to see what he looks like when he’s having an orgasm.

  “Please, Rafe,” I say in a hoarse voice that I can barely recognize.

  “Please what? Tell me, princess. Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

  “P—please make me come.”

  “Okay,” he says. “But if you’re going to come, you’re going to come on my cock tonight. Get it?”

  I nod.

  “Tell me with your words, princess. I want to hear you say it. You know you’re going to come on my cock tonight?”

  “Y—yes.”

  “Good girl. Such a good girl.” Raphael gets up so he’s kneeling between my legs.

  My heart beats wildly. I’m actually about to have sex right now. I’m about to have sex with Raphael. Hot, sexy, gorgeous Raphael.

  Keeping his thumb on my clit, Raphael pulls his fingers out, and suddenly I feel empty. It doesn’t take much for me to start craving something inserted inside me. But when Raphael lines up his cock with my opening, fear grabs my heart.

  “Look at me, princess,” Raphael says with an authoritative voice. “Don’t think about it. Just relax.”

  I can’t say no to that voice. I raise my gaze up to meet his, as he continues to rub my clit deliciously. He pushes forward, and I can feel the pressure at my slit.

  Still, he stares at me like he owns me and knows exactly what to do with my body. That, along with the thumb on my clit, helps me to relax, like he wants me to.

  Raphael’s thick cock invades my body, tearing me in two. At the same time, my arousal builds up as he puts more pressure on my clit. Pain and pleasure.

  The deeper he gets, the harder his finger works to massage my clit. I keep thinking he’s all the way in, but then he slips inside a little bit more. When I finally feel his balls on my ass, his body stills.

  He rubs my clit with quick, circular motions. As his cock remains buried balls deep inside me, I come. Just like he promised. And then I forget about the pain.

  “That’s it. Come for me, princess,” Raphael says as his finger stretches my orgasm. “Cream yourself all over my cock.”

  As if obeying his command, my body shudders, my muscles clenching at Raphael’s cock inside me. I stare at him, not quite believing this is real. But it can’t be anything other than real. I wouldn’t even be able to dream of a moment more perfect than this.

  Raphael grabs my hips with both hands, then he drives himself inside me, pulling me onto him so he gets in deep. I moan from the wonderfully unfamiliar sensation. He raises my ass up onto his thighs, finding the right angle to fuck me.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp as he finds my sweet spot. He seems to feel it too, by the way my muscles grip his cock a little harder.

  He’s good. I don’t have anyone to compare him to, but I hear first times are supposed to suck. But here I am, being fucked for the first time and having the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

  “Fuck, princess, you feel so good,” Raphael says. He picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder, sliding into me again and again.

  “Rafe…” I moan as I hold on to his thighs. “Oh my god…”

  With every thrust, my tits rock back and forth, and I get closer and closer to another orgasm. I almost can’t believe it—two orgasms, back to back, the first time I have sex? Nobody’s going to believe me.

  “I know, baby.” Raphael leans down and surrounds me with his body, making me feel small and powerless underneath him. “I know.”

  He puts his hand over my head and drives into me, his face taking on this crazed look, like he’s not fully in control anymore. His movements become more forceful, almost violent, until finally, he stops. His body remains perfectly still, except for the twitching of his cock inside me, and the rapid pumping of oxygen into his lungs.

  I realize he has just come.

  His hard, sweaty body collapses on top of me, the weight of him heavy on my chest, making it harder for me to get my breathing in control. Still, I pull him close, running my fingers up and down his sticky back.

  “That was amazing, princess,” Raphael says in my ear.

  In my mind, I know I’m in trouble. He was right; I don’t know how anybody’s going to top this performance. I’m going to spend the rest of my life reminiscing about this amazing sex I had my first time. I won’t be lucky enough to meet another man like Raphael.

  And although I want Raphael so much my chest almost hurts, I know that can’t happen. I know he doesn’t want that to happen.

  This is about lies and deception. Oh, and it’s about sex, too, now. But it’s not about a relationship, much less love.

  Raphael

  “Rafe,” Piper says from across the aisle. She looks tiny in the giant plane seat.

  “Yeah, princess?” I reach out and take her hand in mine. For the first time, I hate how big these damn seats are, and how much space there is between them.

  “I have a question.” Her expression is serious. She seems nervous about what she’s about to ask.

  “Sure, I’ll answer your question, but only if you come over here and sit on my lap.”

  We’ve been spending a good portion of today naked in bed, and it seems strange to be so far apart and fully clothed now. I have no doubt that she was a virgin last night, but after all the pounding I’ve given her all day, that pussy is far from virgin.

  Piper giggles. She glances up at the fasten seat belt sign, which is turned off, before she hops over the aisle and plops her sexy ass down on my lap.

  “So, what did you want to ask me?” I ask.

  “Um, your family name, Holt. Does it have anything to do with the bank?”

  “Yeah.” I shrug. “My family owns the bank.”

  I can’t believe she doesn’t know this. Most girls I sleep with know about my family before they even know me. In fact, there are girls who specifically want to be with me because of my family’s wealth.

  Forget about oysters and chocolate; money and power are the ultimate aphrodisiacs.

  But Piper reacts in the strangest way. Her easy expression turns seri
ous, and her big, blue eyes take on this distant look.

  “What’s on your mind, princess?”

  “Nothing.” She gives me a smile, but I can tell she’s still distracted. Piper’s not like any one of my gold-digging fuck buddies from the past. She doesn’t often come across people like my family, so she’s probably intimidated.

  “There’s nothing for you to worry about, princess.” I give her a light kiss on her forehead.

  I pull her into my arms, then turn her around until she’s leaning her head on the window, the back of her knees resting on the arm of my seat and her dainty little feet dangling over the aisle.

  She makes a little happy hum as her head settles into the crook of my neck, filling my nostrils with the scent of her coconut shampoo.

  I run my fingers over her legs, brushing the hem of her sundress, which comes down to her mid-thighs.

  “Wait, I have another question,” she says, her little hands grabbing mine.

  “Okay, but you’re going to have to pay for that, too,” I whisper into her ear, letting my lips graze the graceful column of her sensitive neck.

  “How?”

  “You’ll see.” With my fingers, I draw little circles up her inner thighs, pushing her dress up more and more until she stops me again.

  “It’s a pretty serious question, Rafe,” she says with mild irritation. She looks cute with a little frown and a slight pout.

  “Okay, princess. Hit me with your question.”

  “So, if your family runs a bank, you know a lot about credit cards and loans and stuff, right?”

  “Yeah.” I have a finance degree from Harvard, although I may not look like it.

  “Remember what you said about my credit score? You know, when you came to ask me for the rent for the first time?”

  “Yeah.” I remember wondering if she’s in denial, or if she’s lying to me, although I have no idea why she would.

  I’m glad she’s bringing this up herself, actually. Maybe she wants to confess that she’s been lying to me about her credit?

  I wouldn’t mind that kind of a lie, though—not too much, anyway. It’s not like I’ve only been telling her the truth. Her confession would give me the opportunity to admit my own lie without guilt.

  “Why would you lie about my credit score?” Piper asks.

  “Huh?” I ask, dumbfounded. What does she mean? When I find my voice again, I say, “I didn’t lie about your credit score. You did.”

  “But I don’t even have any debts. I mean, aside from my unpaid rent, which you’re forgiving me for.”

  “Well, Piper, I don’t know what to say to you. You have a lot of debt. I know it seems scary to think about, but you need to acknowledge the debt to get rid of it. It won’t just go away on its own.”

  I feel bad about bursting her bubble. She’s obviously young and still learning about the way the world works. She’s been struggling.

  It must not be easy to be that young and facing so many financial challenges. I’m not going to pretend I understand, because I had a cushy life back when I was a college student.

  I admire her courage and determination. It takes a lot of guts to go to the city and get her education, knowing she doesn’t have enough money. But she needs to face this problem to solve it.

  “But I didn’t lie to you, Rafe. I’ve never had a credit card in my life.” She looks confused. There’s alarm in her big blue eyes, too.

  “Okay, you know what? Sometimes, these records are wrong. Maybe I didn’t see it correctly. I didn’t know you back then, princess, and I didn’t pay attention.” I pull her close and nibble on her earlobe. I don’t want to talk about this. Actually, I don’t want to talk at all. Not when she’s on my lap, looking all sexy and sumptuous. “When we get back to the city, I’ll re-check it, okay?”

  She nods, her face a mixture of fear and turmoil.

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s going to be fine.” I wrap my arms around her and rub her skin. I want to shut the world out so it’s just Piper and me, without anything to distract us.

  I want to shield her from her money worries. Strange, I usually hate doing anything for girls if it involved money. But with Piper, I don’t worry about her taking advantage of me.

  “Okay.” Piper smiles. Then, her eyes take on a playful quality. She shifts on my lap and reaches down to grab me over my jeans.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I say, making her smile grow bigger as her hands continue to trace the outline of my bulge.

  I’ve been teaching her some new things, and she’s been taking it all in stride. She’s a natural; so sexy and responsive, and I can’t get enough of her.

  To be honest, I didn’t expect any of this. With any other girl, I’d have backed out as soon as I heard the word “virgin.” I don’t have the time or interest in being somebody’s teacher when I can have more fun with someone who knows exactly what she’s doing.

  But being with Piper has been fucking great. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.

  Ever since I got out of prison, partying has lost its appeal to me. I still have fun with women, but it’s more out of habit. To be honest, I don’t derive the same level of enjoyment I used to, from sleeping with yet another new body.

  With Piper, though, it’s like I’m a walking bag of hormones. I want her all night and all day. I just can’t get enough of her.

  I slide her up without a warning, making her gasp from surprise. Fuck, that’s adorable.

  She makes my cock twitch in my pants and plucks my heart strings as easily as she strums a guitar. Effortless.

  “Dirty girl,” I say with an amused smile dancing on my lips. I slide my hand all the way up her inner thigh and feel the crotch of her panties. As expected, she’s soaked.

  Jesus, she’s insatiable, and I love it.

  I rub her pussy over the thin cotton of her panties and feel her squirm in my lap, rubbing my cock deliciously. She looks beautiful when her cheeks fill with color and her eyes glaze over with lust.

  “Rafe, are you sure it’s okay to do this here?” Piper asks, her breathing getting heavy.

  “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “Well, there’s the flight attendant…” Her voice trails off into a lustful sigh. She may object with her words, but her hips thrust forward in my lap, her head pushing back against the plane window. She wants more.

  “Let me worry about that.” I pull her panties down her thighs and lift her legs, making her yelp in shock. I yank her panties all the way off. Holding them up in my hand, I smirk at her. “These are mine now.”

  “Rafe, really, maybe we shouldn’t—”

  Before she can finish her sentence, I place my hand back on her soaked pussy and place a finger right on her clit. She bites her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. Her face grows red as she looks at me with pleading eyes.

  “What do you want, princess?” I can’t tell if she wants me to continue, or if she wants me to stop. Maybe she doesn’t know what she wants either.

  “I… We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she sighs. With my fingers sliding over her wet folds, she can’t focus. Her legs part ever so slightly, even as she speaks. It’s the sexiest, most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I said don’t worry your pretty little head about it. We’re supposed to be engaged, remember? We’re supposed to be in love. The flight attendant will understand.”

  Piper’s eyes look more determined this time as she reaches down to grab my wrist and shove it away.

  “I should get back to my seat,” she says abruptly. She swings her legs around and starts to get up, but I put my arms around her waist, keeping her in my seat.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask.

  “I already told you. Back to my seat.”

  “Hey, I was just joking about the ‘pretty little head’ comment, princess. I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal.”

  ‘I knew it was a joke.”

  “Then what’s wrong? Is this because
I said we’re supposed to be engaged?”

  She stays quiet for a few anxious seconds. When she parts her lips, she says, “Am I even going to see you again after today?”

  “What, did you think I was just going to disappear on you?” I can’t suppress a smile. Fuck, could she be any more adorable?

  “Well, that is the agreement.”

  “No, the agreement is you pretend to be my fiancée and I let you stay for free. That’s all. Everything else that happens outside of that exchange is not part of the deal.”

  “Then what is this?” Piper asks directly, pointing at me and then at herself.

  “This is whatever we want it to be. What do you want it to be, princess?”

  “I don’t know,” she says.

  “It’s up to me, then. And I’m telling you I want you to be mine.”

  She twists to look up at me, surprise and disbelief in her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but her jaw just hangs there and no words come out.

  “You heard me. You think I’m going to let you go just like that, after last night?” I grab her waist and pull her tight against my chest. “You’re mine. All mine.”

  To my relief, her lips form a shy smile. She gazes at me from underneath her lashes. But I’m going to need more from her.

  “Say it, princess. Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.

  “I’m yours,” she says slowly, tentatively, like she’s trying the words out for size. She seems to like the way it sounds. Looking right at me, she repeats, “I’m all yours, Rafe.”

  “That’s right, princess,” I say.

  Piper jumps in my lap when someone clears her throat behind us. Making her way to the aisle right by my seat, she smiles politely and says, “Excuse me, Sir, Miss, we’re about to land soon. Please go back to your seat and put on the seatbelt for safety.”

  Piper’s face flushes red and she hurriedly gets up. As she leaps across the narrow aisle, she looks back and sees her panties on my seat. She looks horrified, her gaze flicking between me, the white panties, and the flight attendant’s face.

  The flight attendant, confused by Piper’s expression, looks down at my seat. She must have spotted the panties; they’re in clear view. But she remains professional and pretends she’s not aware of them.