Playboy Billionaire

by Mia Ford

  With a sigh, I leaned back against the seat. “I could get used to this,” I said softly, drinking the rest of my champagne.

  Justin immediately refilled my flute. “Here,” he said, passing me a Burberry blanket. “Don’t want you getting cold?”

  I stared at him, searching his sapphire eyes for any hint of sarcasm. But there was nothing there but sincerity, pure and simple.

  “So,” I said casually. “What happened with your dad?”

  Justin’s face darkened and I immediately regretted asking. Just as I was about to tell him that it didn’t matter, he sighed and started talking.

  “I know how it looks,” Justin said, scorning. “Poor little rich boy with daddy issues. I know. But it’s not just that.” He sighed. “My father hasn’t ever taken me seriously. I guess I stopped trying a long time ago to prove him wrong…not that I ever really tried to do right, either.”

  I cocked my head to the side and took a sip of champagne. “Oh,” was all I could say.

  “I don’t know what your family life was like for you growing up,” Justin continued. “But mine was always kind of a shitshow. My dad was never around – he was always working. And Mom divorced him when I was a little kid. She ran off with her lawyer and now they live in the Bahamas. She has four kids, too. She’s got a whole new life, what would she need me hanging around for? The only thing I’m good at is reminding her of her failed marriage.”

  I frowned. “I’m sure that’s not true,” I said slowly. “Mothers are supposed to love their children unconditionally.”

  Justin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, supposed to,” he said. “That’s the key word, isn’t it?”

  I blushed, feeling like a fool. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I know it can’t be easy for you.”

  Justin shrugged. He ran a hand through his dark hair and I couldn’t help but stare at how big and muscular his hands were. I shivered, thinking about what it would feel like if he touched me again. Being around him was making me feel both excited and nervous at once – my stomach was full of butterflies. I was glad for the champagne. Somehow, it made having an actual conversation with Justin much easier.

  “Well, I’m fine,” Justin said. He smirked. “I hate complaining. I don’t know what’s wrong with me – I don’t usually talk to people like this.”

  I frowned. “Why not? Don’t you have any good friends?” I cringed, realizing how stupid and cheesy I sounded.

  Justin nodded. “Yeah, but I’ll tell you a little secret about guys – we don’t really discuss our feelings very much.” He smirked again. “My best buddy, Brett, and I…we don’t do much talking. Mostly just going out for beer.”

  I nodded. An odd feeling pulsed inside of me – it was something almost like jealousy. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I cared so much. Then I realized it was because I was starting to feel really comfortable around Justin. That I was jealous thinking about him going out on a normal day. That I wondered what it would be like if I were just a girl and he was just a guy and we met at a bar, not during a contentious arrangement in the workplace.

  “You’re quiet,” Justin observed. “I didn’t expect that.” He laughed. “You looked like kind of a chatty type.”

  I blushed. “I’m terrible at small talk,” I said. “My mom always said that made me awkward, that I went right for the big questions.”

  Justin laughed. “That’s good, though – more women should be like you,” he added. This time, his eyes lingered on my face. He scooted closer on the bench.

  Oh my god, I realized. He’s going to kiss me again. My heart skipped a beat and fluttered wildly in my chest as Justin moved closer. He licked his lips and my stomach flipped with desire. Just as he put his arm around my shoulders, the limo screeched to a halt.

  “Mr. Justin?” A heavily accented voice sounded over the intercom. “Mr. Justin, where are we going in Brooklyn?”

  Damn!

  Justin sighed. He looked into my eyes and laughed – it wasn’t a cruel laugh, though. It was warm. I could tell by the way his eyes crinkled up at the corners, like he was really enjoying himself with me.

  “Where do you live, Hannah?”

  The way Justin said my name made me feel weak at the knees. I couldn’t believe this was the same guy I’d spent all day cursing in my head!

  “Crown Heights,” I said weakly. “On the corner of Kingston and Brooklyn.”

  “Got it,” Justin said with a smirk.

  The limo drove through the streets. I kept waiting for Justin to say something else, to kiss me again, hell, even to flirt with me! But he stayed silent, watching me out of the corner of his eye and toying with his champagne flute.

  My stomach was a mess of jumbled nerves. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? I wondered as the limo slowly rolled to a stop. Is he going to play hot and cold? Is he going to tease me? What’s tomorrow going to be like?

  “This is you,” Justin said. He reached over my body and opened the door. His arm grazed the front of my dress and I shivered, suddenly wishing that he’d wrap both arms around me and pull me so close I couldn’t breathe.

  Licking my lips nervously, I stared at him and tried to channel Susan’s confidence.

  “Do you want to come up?” I asked slowly. The words hung in the air like they were on fire.

  “Sure,” Justin said. He grinned. “Why the hell not?”

  Hannah

  Inside, I nervously swept a bunch of papers off the small table in my foyer.

  “I’m sorry, it’s not much,” I said quietly. “At least I don’t have a roommate. But I’m sure this isn’t exactly what you’re used to.”

  Justin stared at me hungrily. He licked his lips, then stepped closer and swept me into his arms. Before I could even start to process what was happening, he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me deeply. I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, finding all the hidden corners and places where no one had ever been before.

  “God, you’re so sexy,” Justin groaned. He pulled away and nuzzled my ear, nibbling at the hot, tender flesh with his teeth. Tendrils of lust snaked down my spine and I shuddered, pressing my body to his. My wet dress clung to my body like a second skin. When Justin put his hand to the zipper, I didn’t even think to stop him.

  As Justin slowly unzipped my dress from the back, I moaned and covered my face in his shirt. He smelled so good – rich and musky and masculine, like he was made of all the boys’ clubs and money in the world. I closed my eyes and shuddered as Justin’s fingers slid down my bare back. I’d never been touched like this by a man – and as much as I’d always wanted it, it somehow felt even better than my wildest dreams.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” Justin grunted in a husky voice. Before I could reply, he leaned down and scooped me up with an arm against the backs of my knees. I cried out in surprise as he carried me swiftly through the air, down the hallway, and into my room like he knew the exact layout of my apartment.

  I cringed at the sight – my bed was covered in a pile of clothes and my laptop. Justin set me down on my feet and I hastily cleared everything away. Before I could make any excuses or apologize, Justin pulled me into his arms and he was kissing me deeply once more. By now, my lips were so raw and chafed from kissing Justin that they were sore, but I didn’t care. I opened my mouth to his and sucked his tongue like it was manna from heaven. As he traced his hands down my bare back, I shuddered.

  Justin pulled the wet cotton away from my body, leaving me clad only in my bra and panties. As he tossed my wet dress to the side, he stared at my breasts with clear lust in his eyes. I blushed as Justin gently cupped my breasts with both hands. The heat from his hands soaked through the wet material of my bra. I knew that we should stop – that it was wrong, that I didn’t know anything about him! – but I couldn’t even fathom telling him to stop.

  I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted Justin Long, every single part of him.

  Eagerly, I threw myself into Justin’s arms and
he pulled me into the bed. My fingers felt clumsy as I tried unbuttoning his shirt. Justin let me for a few seconds, then laughed gently and brushed my hands away. I gasped as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a shiny, muscular chest free of hair. I ran my hands over the smooth skin, closing my eyes and marveling at how amazing it felt to touch another human being.

  Justin groaned. He arched his back when my hands dipped lower and lower on his chest. When my hands were grazing the waistband of his pants, Justin groaned again. He grabbed my hand and placed it against a huge erection at the fork of his legs.

  “You feel that, baby?” Justin groaned. “That’s for you. That’s all for you.”

  I blushed, loving the power I held over him as I pleasured him. This time, my fingers weren’t clumsy as I unfastened his pants. Justin lifted his hips and I pulled the trousers down his long legs, throwing them to the side. Now he was only clad in boxer-briefs, and I blushed at the sight of his long, lean, perfect body.

  Justin’s skin was uniformly tan, like he sunbathed naked year-round. His cock pushed the front of his underwear straight up into the air and I shivered, thinking of how it would feel when he entered me for the very first time.

  “Come closer,” Justin said in a husky voice that sent shudders of pleasure down my spine. I knew that I had no choice – that I had to obey. As I crawled into his arms, Justin reached behind my back and gently unclasped my bra with one neat gesture. It fell away from my body and I used my arms to cover my breasts, ashamed of the way I looked.

  “What?” Justin winked at me and my stomach flipped. “I want to see you, Hannah,” Justin said. He gently pulled my arm away from my body. The cool air of the room made my nipples stand stiffly up in two little points. Justin brushed a hand over my breasts, sending an amazing sensation all the way through my body. When he started gently rolling my nipples between his thumb and index finger, I thought I was going to die of orgasmic pleasure.

  “God,” I moaned, sucking in air and throwing my head back. My blonde curls came tumbling damply out of their chignon and spread across my shoulders. Justin gently pushed me down until I was laying on my back. Before I could stop him, he crawled between my legs.

  My pussy was pulsing with lust as Justin leaned close, nuzzling the crotch of my panties. I blushed and covered my eyes with my hands, unable to look him directly in the face. It seemed overly intimate, embarrassing that he’d be smelling me down there. I couldn’t think for the life of me why he found it enjoyable.

  “You smell so good,” Justin murmured huskily. “Do you want me, Hannah?”

  I was too embarrassed to answer. Shaking my head gently, I finally looked at him.

  Justin’s sapphire eyes were dark with lust. “Then tell me,” he growled. “Tell me you want me, Hannah. Tell me exactly what you want me to do with that sweet little body of yours.”

  I moaned softly as Justin stroked a finger down the crotch of my panties. I could feel that I was soaking wet with arousal, that my clit was as hard as a little button between the folds of my labia. When Justin pulled my panties to the side and stroked a finger in my wetness, I thought I was going to pass out from how badly I wanted him.

  “I want you,” I whispered in a throaty voice. I blushed. “This is my first time,” I added softly. “I hope that doesn’t change anything.”

  “Not at all. Good girl,” Justin said. His voice sent shivers down my spine. My whole body was tense in a frenzy of lust, and suddenly, I was nervous for what was going to happen next.

  Justin hooked his thumbs in his boxer briefs and tugged them down. When his cock popped free, I gasped. It was huge – almost as big as his wrist. I blushed hotly. There’s no way he’s going to fit inside of me, I thought nervously as Justin pushed my thighs apart. This can’t work!

  Justin tugged my panties down and I moaned softly as the cool air of the room hit the damp skin of my labia. He spread my thighs once again and kneeled in between them.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you want me, Hannah?”

  I looked deeply into Justin’s eyes. I had no idea what I was doing – or what any of this meant – but I realized I didn’t care. I was finally going to lose my virginity to the sexiest man that I’d ever met. I couldn’t have thought of a more perfect way than that.

  “Yes,” I said softly. “I want you.”

  Justin steadied himself with a hand on my hip. He pressed his cock between my legs and I felt a little bit of pressure. There was no pain, but I tensed with anxiety anyway.

  Justin leaned down and brushed my lips with his own. “This might hurt,” he whispered. “Just tell me to stop if you need, okay?”

  “I’m okay,” I whispered back. “I want you.”

  Justin nodded. He grunted, then arched his back and plunged his cock deep inside of my pussy. I gasped as I felt myself tear, then stretch wide to accommodate him. At first, the pain was as sharp as a needle. But after a few seconds, it melted into a pleasurable sensation that filled me from head to toe.

  Justin thrust all the way inside of me, burying his cock to the hilt. I gasped as the lustful feelings raced through my body. For a moment, we stayed locked together, staring at each other. Justin had started to sweat and beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead to mine. I moaned as he slid out of me, then rammed back inside of my pussy, filling me completely.

  I felt like our worlds were merging together as Justin fucked me on my bed. I couldn’t even control myself anymore – I was moaning and thrashing and wrapping my legs around his waist, desperate for more pleasure. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy was incredible and I groaned as Justin’s hips slammed against my body. With each thrust, his lower abdomen pressed against my clit, stimulating me to a whole new level of insane pleasure.

  “God,” I groaned softly. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore. Justin! Justin!” I shrieked his name, digging my hands in his soft brown hair and clutching as tightly as I could.

  “Yeah, baby,” Justin grunted as he thrust inside of me. He grabbed both of my wrists and held them over my head with just one hand, pinning me down and fucking me relentlessly. I felt his body change and tense, then he bucked harder than ever before. A sensation was rising in my lower belly – it felt almost like something was gripping me with a strong hand between the legs – and I groaned softly. Justin thrust inside of me and then I felt the powerful wave of my first-ever orgasm wash over me. It covered me in a dreamy haze and I threw my head back, moaning loudly and straining my whole body against Justin’s muscular bulk.

  Justin grunted and groaned and slammed against me. I could feel his cock twitching and spasming inside of me, and I moaned again as he paused and I felt him gush inside of my pussy.

  Justin groaned softly before pulling out. I could see that his cock was already softening. He pulled a sheet over my body and wrapped an arm around me, closing his eyes and snuggling up.

  I stared. “Aren’t you…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. “I mean, sorry,” I said. “I’ve never done this before. I’m not really sure what people do afterwards.”

  Justin grinned. “Well, I fully plan on snuggling you for a while,” he said. “But I’m open to suggestions.”

  Closing my eyes, I sank against the pillows and grinned. “Snuggling is fine,” I said sleepily. “Trust me. It’s totally fine.”

  Justin

  There was a loud sound coming from the other side of the wall. Groaning, I shook my hand in the air.

  “Be quiet,” I mumbled. “God, can’t a man get some sleep around here?”

  When I opened my eyes, I let out a startled cry. I wasn’t at home, in my plush king-size bed. I was somewhere else. Somewhere smaller, with concrete block walls and flaky white paint on the ceiling.

  I was still in Hannah’s bed.

  “Fuck!” I muttered, pushing the sheet off my naked body and hopping around the room in a frenzied effort to pull my underwear and pants back on. “What the fucking f
uck was I thinking?”

  “Justin? You okay?” Hannah’s voice rang out from the hallway. Seconds later, she appeared, managing to look both cute and mousy in a pair of printed pajama pants and a hoodie with a stain on the chest.

  “Uh, yeah,” I said. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. Holy shit, what time is it?”

  Hannah giggled. She did look cute when she smiled, I had to give her that. And oh, god, she’d been an absolute wildcat in the sack. I wouldn’t have ever guessed that a shy little virgin like her could take cock like a champion, but she’d exceeded my wildest expectations.

  “It’s a little after ten,” Hannah said. “You were only out for a couple of hours. Hey, want some dinner? I ordered Chinese.”

  I strode out into her tiny living room and noticed a small feast was set up. There was a clean plate with a pair of unbroken wooden chopsticks on top. When I realized that she’d obviously meant to surprise me, I frowned.

  “I can’t,” I said. “Gotta get home, you know how it is.”

  Hannah nodded, but she looked crestfallen.

  Please don’t say anything stupid, I begged her silently as I crossed the room and pulled on my shoes. If you start telling me that you’re falling in love with me, I don’t know how I can handle it. Why the hell did I have to screw a virgin, anyway? What the fuck was the point of that?

  “So,” I said. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

  Hannah nodded. “You don’t have to go,” she said eagerly. “You can definitely stay. I mean, my bed isn’t the greatest. But I think it’s pretty comfortable.” She stepped closer, putting her arms around my neck.

  I kissed her quickly, savoring the taste of sweat on her lips. She was sweet, really. I felt bad for being such a shit to her before. But that didn’t mean I was ready for anything other than a casual fuck-buddy relationship. After all, what the hell else was I going to do if I had to work for my father? Working at Creovation, Inc. and doing grunt work wouldn’t exactly leave me with the free time I was used to. I was already starting to feel resentful of Brett for being able to go out whenever he wanted.