Ignited & Unhinged (Billionaire Secret, Book One)(Billionaire Romance, New Adult Romance, College Romance)

by Summers, Lexi

  People are moaning. Loudly.

  “Ahhhh! Yes! Just like that,” comes from someone in one of those rooms.

  Whoa.

  We’re going to…watch?

  Be watched?

  The sounds of ecstasy continue. Filling my ears and my brain.

  My body reacts automatically. Warmth spreads from my lower abdomen. Reaching lower.

  My mouth goes dry.

  And I remember Damon fucking me last night.

  I force the questions about what I’m about to experience away.

  Force myself to exist only in my body.

  I look at Damon, his eyes are narrowed, hungry.

  He captures my hand and places it on his cock.

  His voice is low, silky, “I hope this doesn’t violate your terms.”

  “No,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

  I stroke him slightly and feel him grow bigger beneath my touch.

  He moves in closer to me until I’m against the wall.

  And then his mouth is on me. Kissing me long and deep.

  The beginnings of a moan escape my lips. He releases me immediately.

  He stares into my eyes. A glint of mischief shines in the silver-blue, beckoning me to go further down the hall.

  We continue walking until we are at the first door.

  Inside are two women straddling each other on a black French daybed, completely naked.

  They are devouring each other. Kissing, massaging breasts, fingering.

  It’s hard to tell exactly who is where.

  I fall back against Damon, feeling every line of him. He wraps his arms around my stomach and with one hand crushes me backwards against his erection while the other hand kneads my breast over the fabric of my thin dress.

  His mouth comes to my neck. Lips and tongue devouring the sensitive skin.

  Watching these women and then being touched feels so wanton, so erotic.

  I’m surprised my body responds instantly. Surprised my sense of embarrassment, my hesitation of being groped in public, is gone so quickly.

  Damon pulls me around to face him and kisses me deeply. Spreading my lips apart with his tongue.

  An animalistic sound escapes his chest. He pulls away.

  I see.

  This is a game. Foreplay.

  We keep experiencing pleasure and then stop to prolong the sensation.

  He gives me his hungry, wicked smile. The one that I suspect could make me drip for him in an instant every time he flashes it.

  His I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you this instant smile.

  He leads me to the room at the end of the hall. As we near the door I can hear a man.

  My mouth drops open as I get my first glimpse. I try not to look as startled as I feel.

  The couple inside the room are engaging in a serious round of fucking.

  The woman is on another French daybed. Her face is down against the fabric and the man is taking her from behind. They face the open door.

  The muscles from his well-defined body are constricting with the effort.

  His thighs slap loudly against her. She is screaming out in ecstasy.

  He keeps pounding into her. Harder, deeper.

  As my brain registers the scene I notice the man’s face.

  His lower lip is relaxed and his eyes burn with that hunger I was just starting to recognize.

  He keeps thrusting into the woman. His face transforms into a half smile as he takes in my look of surprise.

  Those light green eyes.

  They are fixed on me as he fucks the blonde.

  Professor Erik West.

  CHAPTER 9 Billionaire Secret: Going West

  I flush a deep scarlet.

  The collision of my classroom world and my new sexual curiosity world is too much in that moment.

  My reflex is to run and so I do. Turning quickly to push past Damon, I’m down the hall and out the door as quickly as my feet can take me in my five inch heels.

  I don’t look back to see if Damon is following me.

  Outside the cool night air hits my face like an elixir, a return to reason.

  I breathe in and out, allowing the air to fill my body. Why had I run?

  I was aroused by the sight until I registered his face.

  No, I was aroused even after I recognized him.

  And hadn’t I been fantasizing about him in class for weeks? Imagining him touching me and taking me in a way that was pretty close to what I had just seen?

  The man looked even better while fucking.

  So then what the hell made me act like such a drama queen?

  Was I thinking too much?

  Yes.

  Was I incapable of turning my brain off and just experiencing pleasure?

  The jury was still out apparently.

  “Are you alright?” Damon says from behind me.

  I wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there since my internal dialogue had drowned out all sound.

  I’m embarrassed. “Honestly, I don’t know what the hell just happened,” I admit.

  He comes to stand next to me.

  After about a minute of silence he turns to face me. “Maybe it was just too much, too soon.”

  He cocks his head to the side and looks at me. “Some people just aren’t aroused by the sight of others…in the flesh.”

  He pauses. “Although, I could have sworn you were definitely feeling something.”

  I sneak a glance in his direction. He’s looking down and smiling to himself. Remembering my immediate response to him, I’m sure.

  “No, that wasn’t it?” I counter. Still unsure.

  “What then? Judgment? Thinking too much?”

  He’s asking all the same questions I want answers to.

  I just don’t know if I have them.

  “No, no judgment. Maybe thinking too much,” I allow.

  I search for the words to explain better, “Mostly, a collision of worlds? West is my Professor.”

  He waits for me to continue.

  “I just didn’t expect…when he saw me…when I saw that it was him…he was just looking at me like…” I stammer going a deep shade of red again, feeling like an idiot.

  “Never thought about a teacher in that way?”

  I finally look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are scrunched together. He’s trying to figure me out.

  I’m trying to figure me out.

  “It’s not that.”

  “Not even a guy like West? He’s only a few years older than we are.”

  True.

  “Yeah, but he’s my professor!” I protest.

  Apparently that didn’t mean anything in college.

  Student. Professor. Whatever.

  He shakes his head and lets out a chuckle.

  “I think I get it. Let’s try something, but first let me ask you: were you completely freaked out by the experience?”

  “No.” My smile gives way too much away.

  “OK, then will you allow me to try something?”

  “Out here?” The street is completely empty, but still.

  “Relax.” He takes my hand.

  Then spins me so he can whisper in my ear from behind. His hands press my hips backwards. Into him.

  His voice is like velvet. “Close your eyes.”

  He brings his lips close to my neck and then breathes softly until he gives me goose bumps.

  I relax into him.

  “Now, think about the way you felt after seeing those two women together, do you remember what your body was feeling?”

  I nod.

  “Good. Now we are approaching the other room. You hear moaning and a woman calling out. Yes?”

  Again I nod silently.

  “We are in the doorway. What do you see?”

  “Professor West screwing a blonde,” I answer, impatiently.

  “No. First your brain regi
stered something else. What did you see?”

  “Two people having sex?” Where is this going?

  “Well yes, but more specifically describe what you saw.”

  “A man fucking a woman on a French daybed.”

  “Yes. A man and a woman enjoying each other. Engaging in a mutually gratifying physical encounter.”

  “OK.”

  “He wasn’t Professor West, he was a man using his body to experience pleasure.”

  It sounds so simple, reasonable even. My reaction to the collision of worlds seems hugely dramatic in this light.

  I feel like a silly girl.

  I don’t like it.

  I’d set out to experience something new, different, erotic tonight.

  And then I’d run away.

  But he is my professor. The tiny voice inside my head persists.

  Damon isn’t finished. “Now as you remember the two together, what does your body feel?”

  Well…seeing West naked was better than I had imagined.

  Actually getting to see the cut of that V etched into his hips as he fucked that woman?

  My mouth waters as I remember. My heart picks up speed and my breathing grows shallow.

  The warmth spreads from my lower belly and finds its way down.

  I start to move against him.

  He’s already hard.

  “I think it’s time to go,” he says in a low, husky voice at my ear.

  He takes his cell from his tuxedo jacket and calls for the car.

  It’s there within the minute.

  When we get inside, I reach for him, but he holds me off.

  “No. I want you to sit here, close your eyes, and for the next five minutes remember what you saw tonight. Give yourself into it and then you’ll be primed and ready for me.”

  Five excruciating minutes later, we are wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Falling through his door.

  “I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. And then again outside the house. And then again in the car,” he says between kisses.

  I melt with his words. “I was so turned on. I might have let you.”

  His mouth comes down on me hard.

  We are only two steps inside the door.

  “That’s it. I’m taking you right here.” He lifts my silk dress and picks me up so I am straddling him.

  We fall against the wall. He lets his body weight drive into me.

  I hear the zipper of his tuxedo pants and then I feel his cock press against the red lace thong I had worn for the occasion.

  It only takes him an instant to push my panties aside and then he is inside me.

  His voice is strained, “God you feel so good. You’re so wet.”

  Getting fucked like this is a new experience.

  I am impaled by the wall and his cock. I am all feeling. All sensation. “Ahhh.”

  His need is urgent, he’s more animal than man. Seeing him lose control with each thrust, seeing him unravel drives me wild.

  He slams into me, hitting some part deep inside again and again.

  “Did you like watching those two girls fucking?” he says in a low voice as he kisses my neck.

  “Uhuh,” I breathe.

  His voice wild, wicked. “Yeah, you did.”

  He takes my earlobe in his mouth and sucks. My body relaxes into him further.

  His voice is raw, “Did you like watching Erik fuck that blonde?”

  Images of Professor West’s rock hard body…thrusting, flash before my eyes. His glistening body…the cut of his V…making that woman scream out…

  It’s too much.

  “Ahhhhhh.” I lose it, finding my release. Body writhing.

  The blinding light comes and for a few moments I don’t exist. I’m unaware of everything, even Damon, as the shock wave echoes from the deepest recesses of my body.

  We collapse to the hard wood floor. My head rests against his chest.

  The sound of our labored breathing is almost deafening.

  “Do you know how fucking on fire you are?” he’s surprised and flustered.

  “Um, thanks?” I guess that means he thinks I’m hot?

  I look up at him.

  He’s thinking. Trying to make sense of something.

  “No, it isn’t that you are sexy, it’s more that you are sex somehow?”

  The distant sound in his voice gives me the impression he’s talking more to himself than to me.

  Talking out loud in an effort to understand something he doesn’t.

  I raise an eyebrow and wait.

  He looks down at me then, “You exude it. I feel…unhinged when I’m close to you.”

  He shakes his head and combs his fingers through his hair, letting his head drop back against the wall.

  Then his head comes off the wall in a sharp movement that startles me, “Shit, are you on the pill?”

  “No, I had a shot,” I answer. No way was I risking that. I had asked my doctor before leaving California.

  “Phew, good.” His head falls back against the wall. “I just couldn’t wait—and that never happens.”

  A thought just occurs to me. It makes my stomach drop. That was stupid Elle—you are so smart, how could you be so stupid?

  I turn away from him, embarrassed. “You don’t have…anything do you?”

  I don’t know the proper sex etiquette for asking that question.

  From the corner of my eye, I can see his lips turn up. That was a good sign. I think.

  “No. Part of the terms of The Society, are that you get tested at the start of every semester and then again if you engage in acts with anyone from the outside. And we always use protection.”

  He waits for me to look at him. “That is unless they are a confirmed virgin,” he says with a smirk.

  His eyes dance with mischief. “So we’re all good.”

  He leans down to kiss me softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since getting tested,” he whispers.

  I relax and fall back into kissing him easily. These kisses are sweeter.

  Romantic.

  Then my brain turns back on, ruining the moment. Or maybe saving me from it…

  I pull away thinking back to his words about The Society, “I guess that only works for the male members?”

  Damon looks a little annoyed that I’ve pulled away.

  His eyes stay fixed on my mouth.

  “How would the women be able to confirm if the guy is a virgin?” I reason.

  He snaps out of it.

  “Huh.” He looks straight in front of him.

  “I never thought of that. Yes, I guess that’s true. It really isn’t a tested rule since most people who are sexually adventurous enough to be asked to join move in more…experienced circles.”

  He shoots me a coy smile. “And don’t really even know any virgins,” he laughs.

  It’s endearing.

  My brain is still racing.

  I should be clear about boundaries. Protect myself.

  Feeling awkward, my gaze falls to the fingers of my left hand.

  I should just rip off the band aid.

  “So I know we aren’t exclusive or anything, but…” I begin.

  “Oh, here we go,” he cuts me off and shifts away uncomfortably.

  The hand that had been lazily caressing my arm is now squarely in his lap.

  “What?” I ask. Really unsure of what I had done since I technically hadn’t said anything yet.

  He’s impatient, “You want to know if we can be exclusive. But this is college, we shouldn’t limit ourselves—and technically we just met.” The words come out in a rush, like it was a rehearsed speech.

  “Oh.” That’s what he thought I was going to say? I pull my eyebrows together and look at him like he’s mentally challenged.

  “Noo,” I say slowly, “I was going to ask that you tell me if and when you have sex with someone else so that I can mak
e sure you use protection—if there is a next time.”

  I pause, letting the words sink in. His face is a mask, “I’m not an idiot, you obviously like pleasure and so do I.” My back straightens a degree.

  My lips twitch up, I let sincerity color my features. He had to understand this part. I hold his gaze. “I promise I won’t fall in love with you.”

  It sounds like a vow.

  To him.

  To me.

  As much as I enjoy his body and even his company, I know that statement is true.

  Damon’s face is an apple kind of red.

  It is very satisfying.

  He smiles bashfully. Huh. That was a new look for him.

  Even beat red and embarrassed he looks crazy hot.

  “You are a strange one.” He shakes his head.

  He’s astounded.

  Had I shocked him?

  His expression changes. His eyes find my lips.

  Before I know what’s happening, he grabs my face and kisses me playfully.

  After a few seconds he pulls away, “I have just one question.” He touches a finger to my nose.

  There’s humor in his voice, “What are you going to say to Professor West on Monday?”

  Oh geez.

  It’s my turn to flush crimson.

  “Shut up!” I pull at his tuxedo jacket until our lips meet.

  He scoops me up and carries me to the bed.

  CHAPTER 10 Billionaire Secret: The Sextet

  It had been nearly a month since my adventurous foray into secret sex societies.

  I’d managed to sit in the back corner of every art history class since then.

  And with some creative timing that involved always descending the aisles en masse, always keeping my eyes fixed on the art slides, and never looking directly at Professor West, I had survived each class without dying of embarrassment.

  My days were filled with classes, sections, clubs, mixers, and low-key parties thrown by different sets of friends.

  Sundays I took a ballroom dance class at the gym. It was a big class taught by the ballroom team.

  They’d teach us a step and then we’d rotate down a line of dance partners.

  Some guys were better than others, but the best partners came from the team.

  Advanced members mixed in with the new students and when it was your turn to dance with one of them, it was easily the most fun I’d had in college so far—sexy adventures excepted.