The Billionaire and The Pop Star

by Silver, Jordan

  I’m man enough to own my feelings, but logical enough, grounded enough not to believe in love at first sight. But this whatever it was that had hit me from out of left field, was a close second.

  I fell asleep with the thought of what tomorrow might bring for us. First time in thirteen years, that I didn’t close my eyes with a spreadsheet running through my head.

  Chapter 3

  In the morning my eyes popped open to land on hers as she looked up at me from her place on my chest. “Morning beautiful girl.” I drew her in for a cuddle and to sniff the morning scent of her skin. She felt right in my arms, in my bed.

  When I pulled back she was looking at me askance. “This is so weird, I hope you don’t think I’m in the habit of going home with strange men…”

  “Whatever you did or did not do before we met last night is in the past. Besides, I don’t remember giving you much of a choice.”

  “I’m gonna kiss you now sweet Shiane, don’t worry about my hard cock, it can’t seem to help doing that around you.” I turned her onto her back and covered her body with mine.

  Starting at her ear I kissed my way down her jawline to the corner of her mouth before taking soft nibbles of her lips. I didn’t force my way in this time, but made her want my tongue so much that she was the one who came in search of it. She was the one who took my face in her hands and forced my lips open with her tongue.

  I told myself to go easy even as I pressed my aching cock into her heat. Her shirt had ridden up so that all that stood between us were a few scraps of silk. My control lasted for all of ten seconds before I was eating at her lips, my hands roaming all over her body.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…Shiane.” I buried my face in her neck and prayed for the strength to leave it there, not to push her panties aside and slip into her heat that I knew was going to own my ass. When she nuzzled my head and squeezed me between her legs, I knew the jig was up.

  “Baby we gotta get up; I’m trying to keep my word here but you’re not making it easy.” I sucked the skin of her neck between my teeth and rocked my cock back and forth into her, my cock ring hitting her clit with each stroke and driving me insane. She hissed and shook beneath me.

  “Fuck baby don’t do that.” I gritted my teeth and rolled away with my arm thrown over my eyes. “Fuck! Get off the bed baby…please.” She hesitated for a minute before I felt her leave the bed.

  This was not fucking happening to me. How the fuck was this happening to me? When I felt my breathing calm enough and my dick was down to a slow throb instead of a raging pulse, I lifted my hand and looked at her.

  She looked so fucking young and innocent standing there, unsure of the crazy man who’d dragged her off to his lair in the middle of the night and was now acting like an ass.

  “I’m sorry baby if you’d stayed here one second more I would’ve fucked you. Since I kinda gave my word I don’t want to go back on it. That’s no way to start thins off. It’s Saturday morning, you said you don’t really have anything pressing on the calendar so I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.”

  “I’m pretty sure if we went anywhere in this city you’d be recognized in five minutes flat am I right?”

  “Yeah pretty much.”

  “And you didn’t bring any clothes with you obviously, so going out to breakfast was pretty much out anyway, for now at least. So…I’m gonna go downstairs and make us some breakfast sounds good?”

  “Yeah, okay.” I studied her as she stood there with her hair all mussed from my fingers, my mark forming on her neck and the shirt hanging off her shoulder. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

  “I changed my mind come ‘ere.” She made a running leap for the bed and landed on top of me, causing my eyes to open in surprise. The smile that broke out across my face was another shared first as I pulled her head down and clasping her there, took her lips in another wild kiss.

  She kissed like an innocent and I found it thrilling to teach her my showing her how to chase my tongue with hers. My cock was leaking profusely at this point as I enjoyed running my tongue around the inside of her mouth, over her teeth, and lips before diving back in.

  It was a long time since I’d dry humped anyone, but fuck if that isn’t what I found myself doing. With one hand clasped behind her head and the other holding her ass in place, I moved her body over mine, while my cock started leaking even more into my shorts.

  I wanted to turn her over onto her back and just take her, but I didn’t. Instead I pressed her cunt harder into my aching cock and ground our pelvises together. She moaned into my mouth and quivered as I felt the first burst of cum leave my spewing cock.

  We laid still until our breathing went back to normal. “I think a shower is in order don’t you?” I sat up with her still in my lap and rolled out of bed, headed for the shower.

  SHIANE

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, but when I’d looked into his eyes last night while on stage, there was something there that called to me, what that was I still wasn’t sure, but somehow I knew I would be a fool to let it pass.

  I would’ve gone on as usual if he hadn’t approached me, I’m not bold enough to have sought him out. But now that I was here I wasn’t sure of my moves. I’ve only ever been with one guy, someone I met when I first started my music career. I’d saved myself all through high school, holding out for that special someone. And then after I’d been discovered, I’d been too busy in the studio and with other engagements to think about a relationship.

  I’ve never been into the casual scene, so when I met Donnie, I’d thought I’d found my soul mate. Someone I could spend my life with. That was before I’d overheard him making plans to hook up with someone else.

  That day was the lowest point of my life. When I’d confronted him after coming out of the bathroom unexpectedly and overheard him, he’d grown angry. Angry enough to hit me for questioning him; then he’d filled me in on the truth.

  He’d only been with me because it was good for his career. He thought that being linked to the hottest new number on the music scene would open doors for him, which it did.

  He called me a stupid little farm girl with rose-colored glasses. As he put it, everyone was doing it; it was known part of the business. People fucked one another to get ahead.

  When I’d stupidly told him I thought we would get married like we’d talked about he’d laughed in my face. It was then that my love had started to die. It didn’t die completely until news of our split got out and I learned that this wasn’t the first time he’d cheated, and that everyone thought I knew. Apparently they thought I was doing the same.

  I was never so humiliated in my life, all our friends, if you can call them that; had known. I’d slipped out of the spotlight for a while until my management told me I had to appear with the snake for publicity sake because of prior agreements and the album we’d collaborated on together.

  So for a few months the world thought we were an item again. It was hard, especially when he cornered me one day after rehearsal and said we could just pick up where we left off, I was an okay fuck after all.

  I didn’t even know this person. All I could do was walk away in disgust. Since then he’d called me a few times, he knew I wasn’t seeing anyone and since he’d been my first somehow this little farm girl should just overlook his infidelity and turn a blind eye, because according to him I was never going to find better, because everybody in the business cheats.

  Now here I am, not even a month later doing something I never thought in a million years I would ever do. When I opened my eyes this morning and saw him there, his face relaxed in sleep, so perfectly handsome. The first thing that caught my attention was the tattoos on his chest and arms.

  The business suit sure hadn’t prepared me for that, or for what I was sure was a piercing in his cock. Of course I knew who he was, everyone did, the self-made billionaire who’d come from nothing. His story was told far and wide in al
l circles. A male Cinderella story if you will.

  From what I remember his parents had been poor, from some place in the Midwest. He’d boxed in high school and gained a scholarship to an Ivy league university where he’d continued his boxing career but had focused more on his studies.

  Then he’d invented some game software and used the money from that to start his own securities firm. They called him the wonder kid of Wall Street. Though kid wasn’t exactly accurate.

  He put me down in the bathroom long enough to start the shower before he turned back to me and lifted the worn tee shirt over my head. I was embarrassed as he pulled my panties down my thighs and when I stepped out of them and he picked them up and brought them up to his face, I thought my body would go up in flames.

  His eyes held mine as he lowered them and then he was pulling me back into that hard chest of his again and our mouths mated. He dropped his shorts while our tongues were playing tag and turned me towards the huge marble stall.

  No words were spoken as he soaped up his hands and washed by body. His hands glided over me, slowly, taking his time as he touched my body, as though he were paying homage.

  “I love your body baby, so fucking much.” He seemed hypnotized with by my chest, which until the look in his eyes, had always been a source of embarrassment for me. They were just too…everything. But that way he touched them made me feel beautiful. “Get up here.” He picked me up so that my legs went around his waist and his mouth covered mine once more as my now slippery body slid all over his chest.

  I feel the hardness of his cock pressing into my ass up to the small of my back. I had a moment’s pause at the length of him. There was no way that thing would ever fit inside me. “We have to stop baby.” He took a few more nibbles of my lips before letting me slip down his body.

  We finished our shower after he’d passed me the soap to return the favor. My heart all but flew out of my chest as I ran my hands over his beautiful chest. My face heated up as I leaned over and kissed his chest and I felt a sense of power when his body shook.

  He turned off the water and led me out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried me before going to a door in the bathroom that led to a closet of sorts. He came back with a long silk robe that obviously belonged to him, and one for himself.

  Downstairs in the kitchen he kissed me once more before seating me on a stool at the island and turning to the fridge. “An omelet okay princess?”

  “Yes, sounds great.” Princess, how did he know that I’ve always wanted someone to call me that? He couldn’t have, so that was just another sign that there was something going on here that went beyond the obvious.

  He plated the omelets and sat down across from me after pouring us both cups of coffee from his state of the art coffee maker. I studied the kitchen for something to so instead of staring at his chest that was exposed by the gap in his robe. I could stare at it all, or his beautiful face with those cerulean blue eyes that seemed to darken whenever he looked at me.

  “Today is Saturday, Monday morning we’re going to my private doctor to have tests done. Not that I think you’re unsafe, this is for both of us. When I take you there will be nothing between us and I want you to be comfortable with the fact that I’m clean as well.”

  “I see from the gossip rags that you’ve only had one serious relationship since you came onto the music scene, tell me about that.” I laid my fork down and folded my arms around my middle.

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Everything.” It almost sounded like a growl.

  I kept my head down; surely this was a bit personal for two people who’d only just met; more personal than cumming all over him and he you you ninny? I blushed at the memory and felt my body shudder. I almost jumped out of my skin when his finger lifted my chin.

  “Now’s not the time to think about what I can and will do to you sweetie, we need to clear some things up first; eat your breakfast.”

  I told him about meeting Donnie, about my childhood in the southwest and the life I’d left behind to follow my dream of becoming a singer, the years of hard work before the payoff. The supportive family who was still very much a part of my life and whom I stayed in contact with by weekly phone calls and Skype chats.

  Of course I left out the most embarrassing details of my messy break-up with Donnie. No one outside our circle knew the real reason behind the break, but I knew it was only a matter of time before that was no longer a secret.

  But somehow I couldn’t find it in me to tell this virile man who looked at me like I was the hottest sex object on the planet, that I had been such an abject failure; or that I had been such a gullible, green fool.

  “Did you love him?” I looked up at him then, there was something in his voice, something I couldn’t quite place but it sounded menacing somehow. I swallowed hard before I answered him.

  “I thought I did, but now I’m not sure what I was feeling. Maybe I was caught up in the excitement of my new life and he was the first interesting guy to ever pay me any attention, or the first one that I noticed anyway.”

  “Do you two still stay in touch?”

  “No, only if we’re working on one of our songs or something that calls for us to work together in a professional capacity.”

  “And how often does that happen?”

  “We just did an album together. It was finished just before we broke up. We might have to perform the songs together at awards shows and things like that in the future, I’m not sure of anything right now though.”

  “That’s something we’ll have to deal with, something you should know before we go any farther. I’m a very territorial about my possessions. I don’t share Shiane, not ever.”

  “I find myself in new territory here though, because I’ve never cared about a woman’s past before, never cared how many partners she had before me. With you I find that I hate this boy for having had you. It’s silly I know, since you know of me, then you know that I’ve not been a monk myself. I don’t know why I should feel this way, it just is.”

  I didn’t say anything to that, what was there to say? Like he said I’d read of his exploits along with the rest of America. He was a known lady’s man. Not necessarily a skirt chaser, it seems they were usually the ones doing the chasing. None of his encounters if I remember correctly had ever lasted more than a few months at the most. Is that what he was after now? because if it was, as much as I felt that strong pull for him, I don’t think I was ready for a fling.

  Something of my inner thoughts must’ve shown on my face because he brought my attention back to him with his next words. “Stop worrying, like I told you, whatever was in the past is just that, the past.”

  Could I ask him outright what his intentions were, or would he find the question gauche and immature? That as something else Donnie had accused me of. He’d said that my ideals were old and outdated. Apparently it was against the new social norm to actually want to have a meaningful relationship that lasted longer than the time it took to scratch an itch.

  “You said there were some things that we needed to clear up before we went any farther, well I think you should know I’m not into casual flings, I…”

  “I think I got that princess.” He didn’t say anything else for the longest while, just studied me over his coffee mug.

  “I don’t know where this is going, not exactly, but I do know there isn’t going to be anything casual about it.

  Chapter 4

  TRACE

  I didn’t take her home until later that evening. I’d turned her phone off at about noon after it had rung for the tenth time in half an hour. I had her send off a quick text to her assistant so that they knew she was alive and that was it. She seemed a bit panicked at first and I knew the feeling, since I’d once been synced with my phone and any form of communication, until I’d learned to compartmentalize.

  We spent the time getting to know each other, when I wasn’t kissing her. I didn’t risk getting too hot and heavy with her agai
n, because I didn’t trust myself to stop.

  When I take her I want to feel her pussy around my cock. I have never in my life fucked a woman without some kind of protection and definitely not without a condom.

  I didn’t look too deeply at my reasons for wanting to do it with her. All I know is that the memory of her on that stage the night before, the jolt that had gone through me when our eyes connected, was something that I wasn’t willing to brush aside.

  I’ve spent my life following my gut and hunches that others had scoffed at, only to come out on top. This just might be the biggest fucking hunch I ever play in my life.

  If the beautiful girl that was sitting on my lap in my living room, dressed only in one of my robes, knew the thoughts that were going through my head I’m not sure she wouldn’t have been looking for the nearest exit.

  Everything about her called to something in me, something I hadn’t known was there. By the time I took her home to her apartment on the other side of the park I was second guessing myself.

  Outside her apartment I looked for a parking spot. “You don’t have to walk me up you know, I’m perfectly safe here.”

  “No deal princess, I’m contemplating turning around and taking you back home, the only reason I’m not is because you don’t have anything to wear and I’m sure you have stuff to take care of. But I’m coming up with you. I’m not ready for our first date to be over just yet.

  She blushed and smiled and reached over to kiss me but then seemed to think better of it. So I was the one who held her head and pulled her the rest of the way. If there were any cameras around I didn’t care in that moment. Though I understood her concerns, she’d explained about how precious her privacy had become since she’d found stardom, how the simplest thing like running out for a carton of milk had now become a monumental task. That was something else I was going to have to take care of.