Billionaire Unknown: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Blake

by J. S. Scott

  “I need to call your folks. Do you want to talk to them?”

  A panicked looked flared in her eyes. “Not yet. Please. I know I have to face them and fess up to what I’ve done. But I just need a little time.”

  I nodded, understanding her confusion. “No problem. I’ll let them know you’re safe and I’ll get you home as soon as I can.”

  I stood and pulled my phone out of my pocket and made some calls.

  Later That Night…

  I laid in bed with Harper, wondering if she was sleeping. Throughout the evening, it had gotten harder and harder to ignore my attraction to the new and improved woman I’d gotten to know this evening.

  Since it was Christmas Eve, I’d finagled her into going out to a local pub, one of the few that were open, and just hanging out with me after we’d had dinner there. She’d told me more about her experience with the homeless, and how scared she was when she’d found herself on her own with nothing but the shelter to keep her warm and safe.

  In turn, I found myself talking a lot about my past, sharing things with her that I hadn’t opened up about for a long time.

  I had no doubt—Harper had changed. I’d told her parents what I thought over the phone, and they’d blamed themselves for some of the problems between them and their daughter. I’d also called my own mother just to tell her I loved her, and I hoped I’d be back home with the family tomorrow.

  Honestly, I’d enjoyed my time with Harper so much this evening that I really didn’t care when I made it back home. All my siblings would be around until after New Year’s, and I found myself wanting to be in Harper’s company more than I should.

  Every moment, every second of the time I’d spent with her, my dick had been as hard as a rock, refusing to ignore the combustible chemistry that was starting to explode between me and Harper. The pull kept getting stronger and stronger. By the time I saw her wearing one of the extra T-shirts I brought with me to Denver, I nearly lost it.

  She’d needed something to sleep in.

  I’d given her my T-shirt.

  That was a fucking mistake.

  Too much skin.

  Too many fantasies.

  Too many times I’d laid here and thought about those shapely bare legs wrapped around my waist as she shuddered in climax.

  I needed to fuck Harper something fierce, but I was determined to ignore it. However, my brain was refusing to let the attraction go, and my cock was a total fail. I was as hard as a rock, even though her naked limbs were now covered with blankets. But holy hell, I could still picture them in my mind. Was she thinking about me at all? For all I knew, she was sleeping.

  “Are you awake?” she whispered softly.

  Ignore it, Colter. Don’t answer. Act like you’re sleeping.

  “Yeah,” I answered recklessly.

  “Can I move closer to you?” she asked in a pleading voice.

  She was still scared, and still stuck in Denver. She was vulnerable, and I knew I should just be here to talk to her. But something inside me wouldn’t let it end there.

  “Come here,” I requested firmly, opening my arms so I could hold her.

  She scooted closer, and to my surprise, she swung one leg over my hips and clung to me like I was her shelter in the storm. Her head rested on my chest, and her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her body plastered full-length down my side.

  Her leg was just north of one very hard dick, and as I wrapped my arms around her shivering body, all I fucking wanted was to make her happy again.

  Well…I wanted to fuck her, too. But my instinct to protect her was just as strong.

  “Thank you,” she said in a low, contented purr. “You’re so warm.”

  No doubt I was blazing hot. I could feel her nipples through the thin cotton of my T-shirt, and that leg over my hips was fueling horny fantasies that I couldn’t control.

  “Better?” I asked, my voice cracking with desire.

  “Much,” she said in a blissful voice as she squirmed against me.

  “Don’t move!” My voice was harsh, and I hated myself for that.

  She lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”

  Was it possible that Harper could possibly be that naïve? I was honest with her. “I want to be here with you. I want to hold you. But Jesus Christ! I want to fuck you so bad that I can hardly control myself. If you start squirming around, I’m afraid I’ll lose it. You’re a beautiful woman, Harper.”

  “I’m attracted to you, too,” she admitted in a hushed whisper.

  She spoke like she was just recognizing her desire, and her innocence made me half crazy. “Have you been with a guy?”

  “Dates. Kissing. Never much beyond that.”

  “Why?”

  “I never had this weird fluttering in my stomach like I have with you. I’ve never wanted anything more with any of the guys I’ve dated.”

  I swallowed hard as I realized she was a virgin.

  Mine!

  I wanted this woman to belong to me in a way she never had with any other male before.

  “Wait until you find the right man,” I advised, wanting desperately to tell her I was that right guy.

  But more than likely, it was just hormones. I was twenty-two years old, and I wanted to get laid as frequently as possible. It had been months. I didn’t have a regular girlfriend, but there was plenty of fucking around on campus. Lately, I’d been busy studying for finals. Maybe my dick was just complaining because I wasn’t using it much these days.

  Harper hesitantly threaded her hands into my hair and stretched up to lay one very sweet kiss on my mouth. “That’s just it. This is the only time I’ve ever felt like this. I want you.”

  I rolled her under me in one swift movement. “For God’s sake, don’t say that,” I rumbled, my heart hammering as I felt her soft curves beneath me. “My control isn’t good right now, Harper.”

  That was an understatement. I was actually breathing so hard that my chest hurt.

  “Then let go of your control. I’m eighteen. I want to see what it feels like to be with a man,” she cajoled, spearing her fingers into my hair again and urging my head down.

  Just like that…I lost it.

  I could see her face in the dim, moonlit room, and I zoomed in on her lips, swooping to devour her like I’d wanted to do all evening.

  I kissed her like I needed to do it to keep on living, and that was exactly how I felt.

  Harper seemed to melt into me, moaning softly against my lips, a sound of pleasure that just made me more desperate to be the first guy—the only man—to possess her.

  I came up from the passionate, carnal embrace with my arms bracing my weight, panting like an overheated dog. Jesus! What the hell was happening to me?

  “I. Can’t. Fucking. Do. This!” Every word was painful for me, tearing my guts apart.

  “What? Why?” Harper sounded confused.

  She also sounded aroused as hell, which was pretty much killing me.

  “You’re a virgin. I can’t do this.”

  “I’m a virgin because I’ve never wanted to be with a guy. It’s not like I was saving myself for marriage. It’s just…no guy has ever turned me on enough to want it.”

  I groaned. “Don’t tell me that.”

  “It’s true,” she argued. “Please. Keep making me feel good. I like it.”

  I wanted her to feel so fucking good that she’d be ruined for any other guy. Forever!

  I rolled to her side and slowly ran my hand up her thigh, strangling back a feral sound as I reached her delicate, silken panties that were soaked with her juices. “You’re so wet.”

  “I ache,” Harper whimpered softly.

  “I know, baby. It’s okay.” I slid my finger under the elastic and stroked a finger through her slit. Her silken heat drove me nearly insane. “I’ll ma
ke the ache go away,” I promised as I slid her panties off her body, tossing them to the side of the bed.

  “Promise?” she asked hesitantly.

  I sat up and gripped the bottom of my T-shirt. “I promise. But I need you naked.”

  She lifted her arms in an action of trust, allowing me to peel the shirt from her body. Once it had joined her discarded underwear, I just gaped at her in the moonlight.

  Her soft curves and generous breasts made my mouth go dry, and my cock strain against the zipper of my jeans. My upper body was bare, but I’d worn my jeans to bed so I didn’t freak her out.

  “Aren’t you getting naked, too?” she asked inquisitively.

  Oh, hell no. Not right now. I’d be inside her in a heartbeat. “Not yet.”

  “Then what are you doing?”

  “Looking at you,” I answered honestly. “I’ve never wanted a woman this way before. It’s kind of a first for me, too.”

  “You’re not a virgin,” she argued.

  “I’m definitely not,” I agreed with a grin. “But you’re…different, Harper.”

  “Because I’ve never been with a guy before?”

  I shook my head. “No. Because you’re you.”

  I couldn’t explain how I felt. Hell, I didn’t understand it myself.

  My hands were a little shaky as I cupped her breasts, teasing both nipples with my thumbs. They were already hard, but they peaked up even more as I lowered my head and suckled each one, trying to go slow with her.

  She arched her back and grasped the back of my head to get me even closer. “Yes,” she breathed out softly.

  Her skin was warm and silky, and I couldn’t get enough of touching her. I heard her breathing hitch as I nipped and licked my way down her belly, teasing her as much as possible.

  Remember she’s a virgin, Blake. Remember!

  My cock was pulsating with need as I finally had my head between her thighs, exactly where I wanted to be. Her needy scent intoxicated me as I breathed her in and then slid my tongue between her folds, parting her thighs wider as I found her engorged clit.

  “Oh, my God. What are you doing?” Harper squealed.

  Her voice was more aroused than upset, so I ignored her question, delving my tongue deeper so I could flick more pressure over the tiny bundle of nerves that I knew would send her over the edge.

  I eagerly lapped at her pussy, getting off on her moans of pleasure as I consumed her arousal, getting drunk on the taste, feel, and sound of Harper.

  Easing my index finger inside her sheath, I was taken aback by how tight she was, but it didn’t stop me from imagining her slick heat wrapped around my cock. She started rocking her hips as I slipped in another finger, trying to stretch her tight little pussy wide enough to eventually take me.

  In and out. In and out. My tongue kept teasing her sensitive nub as my fingers fucked her gently.

  I felt triumphant as she gripped my hair and pushed my head harder between her thighs, her moans growing louder and louder.

  “Please. Let me come,” she panted.

  I loved hearing her beg, but I also wanted to grant her request more than I wanted to take another breath.

  She ground her pussy against my face and I kept diving in harder and harder with my tongue and fingers, giving her the pressure she needed to climax.

  “Yesssss!” She screamed as her body came apart, her grip on my hair painful as she came, her channel clamping down hard on my pumping fingers.

  I soothed her quivering flesh with my tongue as she spiraled down from her high, sliding up beside her only when I knew the waves of pleasure had stopped.

  She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “I can’t believe you did that. I thought most guys hated it.”

  I didn’t answer. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips before I had to come up for air. “How could any guy hate something that tastes that good?” I teased.

  “It was amazing,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve never come like that.”

  “So some guy has made you come,” I growled playfully, although I wasn’t all that thrilled about any other male touching her.

  “No. But I do masturbate,” she said bluntly. “Everybody does.”

  I smirked, definitely loving the thought of Harper getting herself off.

  “Me, too,” I answered huskily. “But it’s no substitute for this.”

  “I wouldn’t know,” she said suggestively.

  “You will,” I answered hoarsely as I knelt on the bed to unzip my jeans.

  “No. Let me,” Harper said as she sat up and brushed my hands away. “Let me touch you.”

  Fuck knew I wanted her to explore all she wanted, but I wasn’t going to be able to take much of feeling those soft hands on my rock-hard cock. Reaching my hand into my pocket, I pulled out a condom that I’d been carrying in my wallet for months. Maybe it had been subconscious or just wishful thinking, but I’d taken it out and put it in my front pocket before we’d gone out to eat.

  Harper put her hands on my shoulders and smoothed them down over my chest. “You’re so gorgeous,” she said in an awed voice.

  Oh fuck, I was toast. The sound of innocence in her voice was making me come unraveled.

  “I love how built you are, but without the bulging, bodybuilder kind of muscles,” Harper continued as she finished unzipping my fly.

  “Martial arts,” I told her, my mind completely focused on what she was doing with her hands. “I’ve practiced since I was a kid.”

  She had my jeans down to my thighs without much of a struggle, and my dick was finally liberated and freed.

  “Oh, my,” she said in that awed voice again. “This is…big.”

  “I’m big all over,” I explained, almost feeling bad because I definitely had an above average-sized dick.

  She tried to wrap her fingers around me, but she couldn’t quite get there. After that, she stroked the soft skin of my shaft, and then ran her thumb over the sensitive head, swiping a bead of moisture across the tip.

  I had to bite my fucking lip to keep from stopping her. “If you keep touching me, I’m not going to survive, baby,” I said coarsely.

  Starting at the root, Harper ran her fingers all the way up the shaft and back down again. I knew it was deliberate. She was trying to tease me. And by God, it worked.

  “No more,” I grumbled as I pinned her under me and restrained her wrists over her head. “Prick tease,” I accused.

  “I’ve never teased a prick,” she answered with curiosity and humor in her tone.

  “I can’t wait anymore, Harper. Now.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  I made short work of rolling on my condom, and then returned to her, savoring the feel of her soft, heated flesh beneath me.

  I caressed the skin on the inside of her thighs, making her squirm. “There’s no easy way to do this. It’s probably going to hurt.”

  My gut was aching with need, and my cock was pleading with me to bury myself deep inside her, but the last thing I wanted was to hurt her.

  “I don’t give a damn,” she answered firmly. “Fuck me now. Right now.”

  I grinned at her demand, then bent down to lower my mouth to hers. The embrace became red hot in seconds, her tongue demanding as it dueled with mine. I broke off the kiss and nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck then ran my tongue over the flesh.

  I reached down and positioned myself, and then entered her in one hard thrust. Every muscle in my body was tight as I forced myself to stay still while her muscles slowly stretched to accommodate my size. I’d never been with a virgin, but I thought it was better to just get the initial pain over with and done.

  I’d felt the resistance, and then the give of her flesh as I’d gone where no guy had ever been.

  It was the most fucking amazing thing I’d ever exp
erienced.

  Until I’d heard her squeal of pain.

  “Harper! Talk to me. Are you okay?” I asked anxiously, nuzzling my face against her neck.

  “Your dick is too big,” she complained as she panted.

  I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “I’ve never had that complaint before, baby.”

  “Then I’ll be the first one to bitch,” she answered haughtily. “It’s too big.”

  Some of Harper’s spark was back, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t happy to see it. I rolled my hips just a little. “You won’t be saying that from now on.”

  “I will,” she argued, but the tone of her voice had changed from one of pain to one of uncertainty.

  I kept nibbling at her neck as I slowly pulled back and gently buried myself inside her again. “Won’t,” I said with a deep groan, relishing her tight inner muscles as they clamped down on my cock.

  Harper slid her arms around my neck as she replied, “Then show me.”

  “You okay now?” Fuck! Please, let her be fine now.

  “I think so.”

  Her grip tightened around my neck, and I started an easy rhythm, trying like hell to be gentle when all I wanted to do was fuck her until we were both exhausted and sated.

  “Nice,” she mumbled as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist instinctively.

  My goddamn fantasy come to life!

  Need ate at my gut as I steadily pumped in and out of her, ignoring the desire to give it to her hard and fast, make sure she knew she was mine. Because after this night, I sure as hell was never going to be able to let her go.

  “Harder,” she said urgently. “Don’t hold back. Please.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I grunted, my jaw clenched.

  “You’ll hurt me if you don’t fuck me harder. I need you.”

  All I had to hear were those three words: I need you.

  I cupped her ass and gave her exactly what she wanted, exactly what I’d needed since the moment I’d started having fantasies about her.

  I pounded into her until my head started to spin, carnal desperation taking over my reason. Harper Lawson was mine, and nobody was ever going to take her away from me.