Just like Grey (Series ONE Complete Set): Billionaire Romance

by Jessie Cooke

  I held tight until I heard her breaths come back in one gigantic, shuddering gasp and then I began flicking at her clit with my thumb as I shoved my fingers back inside of her. The orgasm took over again and this time she screamed out my name. She’s so fucking hot and passionate. I love her responsiveness. I had to taste her now. I kissed my way down her belly as she whimpered and moaned and shook and then cried out again when my lips found the top of her mound.

  “Oh Ryan! Jesus! You’re going to kill me!” I smiled against her soft flesh and then sucked her hard clit into my mouth. She screamed and her hands came back down to find my hair. I sucked on it and licked it, delighting in her quivering, quaking responses. I let my tongue glide down and enter her. She was so sweet…it was like taking a powerful drug for the first time. One taste and I was addicted. She was shaking and her body was writhing so much that I had to hold her steady with both hands while pleasuring her with my tongue. The noises she was making were almost enough to make me come right there…but it was so fucking incredible that I wanted to savor it…I wanted to drag it out all night long if I could. I sucked her clit back into my mouth and caressed and flicked it with my tongue. As soon as I did, she exploded again and her breath came out in a rush.

  “Oh fuuuuckkk!! Ryyyyaaan…! Fuck!”

  I smiled against her again and gave her one last succulent kiss between her legs before moving up next to her and pulling her shaking body into my arms. I just held her with my lips pressed to the side of her face until her body stopped shaking. When it finally did she said,

  “I’ve never experienced anything like that…like any of this…”

  I smiled and kissed the side of her face where the sweat had caused her pretty hair to stick to her head. “I’m just getting started baby.” She buried her face into my chest and I felt her press her ear over my heart. It was pounding against my ribcage like it was going to rip me wide open. I closed my eyes for a second just to enjoy the sensations and that’s when I felt her small hand grab hold of my cock. I sucked in a breath of my own and prayed for staying power…because just the touch of her warm flesh made me want to let go. She held it in both hands and rubbed them up and down along the front and back of the shaft, using her thumb to rub in the drop of liquid at the tip. I shivered as I felt her start to kiss her way down my belly and towards my cock.

  She brought her pretty face to it and I felt her rub it across her cheeks before her lips went to it and she began to kiss down the shaft. They were slow, sweet kisses all the way down and back up and then without warning she wrapped him up in her lips and something exploded in my head. I literally saw stars. She let her lips stroke down to the base and then she would let her tongue lick along the underside on the way back up. When she reached the head she would suck on it and swirl her tongue around and around. My big head was nothing but mush at this point. She could have asked me for anything and I would have given it to her. But she didn’t ask for anything. She sucked it back in as far as she could get it into her throat and then she began bobbing her head up and down each time sucking a little more into her throat. It was so erotic…the most erotic blow job I’d ever had in my entire fucking life…and at the risk of sounding like a man whore, I’d had a lot.

  I felt her swallow and I felt my cock seize up. “Oh shit baby! Oh fuck! You have to stop…I’m going to come in your mouth.” She gave me one last, long suck and I thought that was it. I was able to maintain though as I heard the “Pop” of her lips as she released me. I reached down and pulled her up to my mouth. “That was fucking incredible,” I told her in a raspy voice.

  I kissed her and then rolled us over so that I was on top. “I need you inside of me now,” she said. Her voice was deep and husky and there was no way I was going to say no. I lined myself up and rubbed the head against her wet, swollen lips. She whimpered and I felt more of her hot juices rush out across me. I parted her lips with the head and brought my mouth down to her ear and nibbled on it as I entered her slowly. She was so fucking tight and so hot. My cock felt like it was on fire up inside of her.

  I felt her shiver as I thrust in a little further. I slid my lips down to her neck and licked and sucked on that to distract her as I shoved myself the rest of the way inside of her. Her fingernails clawed at my back as I filled her up and she cried out my name once again. I loved the way it sounded on her lips and Little Rye was finally jumping for joy. I can’t remember when either of us had ever been so happy.

  Her pussy was like a soft vice and I had to grit my teeth to suppress the urge to come again. I wanted to pound into her but I was so afraid that it would last like twenty seconds. I felt her wrap her legs around me then and pull me into her deeper. She wasn’t going to let me last much longer.

  She pulled the top of her body up with her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear, “This is the best thing I have ever felt. So fucking good. So hot.” The sound of her voice coupled with her words and the feel of her hot breath was too much for me. I grabbed hold of her hips and held her in place while I began ramming my cock into her with the force of my entire body behind it. She was moaning and panting and after a few minutes she lost her grip on my shoulders and fell back into the bed with another little scream. Her body tightened in my grip and her legs clamped down on my back as another orgasm tore through her. Gloriously trapped inside of her as her pussy spasmed around my cock, I leaned down and grabbed one of her nipples with my teeth. Her body convulsed and gave one last giant spasm before her muscles finally relaxed and her legs slipped off me, falling back down into the bed.

  I stayed buried inside of her until the orgasm had completely passed and then I began to pound into her relentlessly. Our bodies were slamming together so hard and so tightly that I had a brief moment of clarity and wondered if she was in pain. I looked at her face and there was nothing there but pure euphoria…so I didn’t stop. I was so fucking close I’m not sure if I could have stopped if I had to. It would take seven grown men to pull me off her right now and it would be a struggle. I closed my eyes again and just let myself feel…It felt like nothing ever had before…like I was experiencing sex for the first time all over again.

  I felt it coming and I grunted loudly. Olivia put her hands on my ass and pushed me into her until I bottomed out. Then I felt myself explode as she clung to me. There wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t feel it. Every fiber of my being was shaking and quivering as I came inside of her. It seemed to go on forever…and when I was finally able to relax and my synapses were finally firing again…somewhat, I let my weight drop down into her and crushed her into the bed. She didn’t complain. Instead, she brought her arms up and wrapped them around me and pulled me down even deeper. I kissed the side of her face and it was probably only seconds later…I was asleep.

  OLIVIA

  I drifted off underneath Ryan. When I woke up a while later it was in a panic, I couldn’t breathe. I pushed and wiggled until I was able to get out from underneath him. As soon as I was, I missed the weight and warmth of his body. He was dead asleep and in sleep his face was even more beautiful. It was relaxed and at peace and I could have lain there the rest of the night and morning just staring at him…if not for the niggle of guilt I felt in my chest. I let myself believe that there was a possibility Mike was having an affair. I know Ryan brought it up to tempt me into sleeping with him…but more unforgivable was that I grasped onto it because I wanted to so badly.

  I shivered as I thought about what he felt like inside of me. I wasn’t lying when I said I never felt anything like it. Every part of me was relaxed and feeling good right…except for that little piece of my brain that knew what I did was wrong. Maybe I should have been a prostitute, because when I was with his father, knowing I was going to get paid, the guilt pretty much stayed at bay. I looked back over at Ryan now and realized that the money wasn’t what the difference was…it was the fact that I knew after the week was over, I’d never be with Harold again. There were no feelings involved. It was just sex. With Ryan
…I felt an undeniable pull towards him even that first long, humiliating day. I know that in order to keep this from happening again…I’ll have to keep my distance from him. I wouldn’t trust myself to say no if he offered it again.

  I knew what I had to do. I had to try and save my marriage. I needed to go find my husband and tell him what I’ve done and what I’ve been doing. Then I’ll let him decide if he wants to start over or not…and whatever he decides, I’ll find a way to live with it. I got out of bed quietly and stood looking down at him. Just that was enough to set off the fireworks and tingles in my pussy all over again. I had to get out of there before he woke up…or I may never leave. I’m sure it’s what he would prefer anyways…no awkward good-bye’s the morning after. I quietly gathered my things and got dressed. Less than an hour later I was at JFK airport buying a ticket to Miami.

  The flight to Miami was a short one so it was still before dawn when I got there. I knew which hotel Michael was staying in, but I hadn’t thought to ask him for the room number. When I got to the hotel I went up to the desk in the lobby and said,

  “My husband is here on business and I’m joining him. I’m so silly I can’t remember what room number he said he was in.” The young girl asked for his name and I told her. She looked it up and then to my surprise she handed me a key card and said,

  “It’s 248.” I almost protested. I thought about telling her how dangerous that practice could be…and then my mind flashed back to what Ryan said about Michael cheating on me. I guess this is one way to find out.

  “Thank you,” I told her with a smile. I took the elevator up to the second floor and found 248. Quietly I slid the card in and out and with a beep, the door unlocked. I pushed it in and the light from the hallway was cast across the bed. I could see Michael’s face clearly. His naked body lay wrapped up in the tousled sheets. The blonde lying next to him, however, had her face turned away from me. That son of a bitch! I flipped on the light and let the door slam behind me simultaneously. When I did, both Michael and the blonde rose and looked at me. I was staring into the faces of my cheating spouse and my best friend. Carrie was naked and the look on her face was anything but remorseful.

  14

  Olivia

  “Left hand,” the young policewoman took the hand I held out and began to roll my fingers one at a time across the screen. I’d already had my picture taken. I’m absolutely certain it wasn’t the best picture I’ve ever taken. For one thing I had a black eye. I’d just gotten off a plane. Right before that I’d had sex…hot, sweaty, amazingly good sex….

  Who would have thought that Carrie had such a great right hook? She looks like a Barbie Doll. Her skinny arms and perfectly manicured hands don’t look like they could do any damage at all.

  “Okay, step over behind the screen and take off all of your clothes. Hand them out one at a time as you take them off and put this on.” She handed me an orange jumpsuit. Orange is certainly not my best color. I can pull it off though, unlike Carrie who looks like shit in orange with her pale skin and blonde hair. At least for the half hour or so she has to wear it before my husband bails her out. That son of a bitch not only completely avoided the fight…I think he slipped out and called security. I never knew what a ball-less bastard he was.

  Once I was all dressed in the paper underwear and the less than fashionable jumpsuit, I stepped back out. She handed me a pair of the ugliest black sandals I’d ever seen and I slipped those on. I was led down another long, cold hallway and put into a small room with a metal table and ugly plastic chairs. They had let me call an attorney and a bail bondsman so I hoped I was there to see one or both of them. They weren’t very forthcoming with their information in there.

  I sat in the room alone for almost an hour, wondering if they could see me through the other side of the glass. I’d never been in jail before. The whole process was making me slightly paranoid. I’d let my mind wander back to Ryan. It should be illegal to be so hot. The guy oozes sexuality. I couldn’t believe I went home with him though. I could have just dropped him off and gone on my way…but I wanted to have sex with him. I still wanted to. I’d do it again, right there in the room with the two-way mirror if I was given the chance. He’s too freaking hot…it’s dangerous. When the door finally opened, I jumped at the noise and looked up. It wasn’t a lawyer or a bail bondsman. It was another cop.

  “Come with me,” he said. I stood up and I desperately wanted to ask him if my lawyer had shown up…but I didn’t simply because I must watch too much television. I pictured him back-handing me and telling me to shut-up, so I just kept my mouth shut and did as I was told. When I stepped out the door, I faced towards the direction of the cells. “This way,” he said. I turned around and he led me back towards the booking area where I’d just come from. When we got up front I was handed my clothes and told to get dressed. Curiosity finally got the better of me and I said,

  “Am I not going to jail?”

  The officer smirked. I knew he was thinking I was some kind of “soft, rich-bitch” type. Maybe he was right. I surely hadn’t been looking forward to being put inside one of those cages. I was trying to think of a tough, “prison-bitch” name for myself. So far, nothing had come to mind.

  “No, you’re not going to jail,” he said. “The hotel is declining to press charges against either of you, so once you pick up your things and sign some paperwork you’ll be free to go.”

  I wanted to hug him…but I didn’t think that would be a great idea. He didn’t look like the hugging type. I thanked him instead and smiled. He didn’t smile back. I went back behind the screen and as I got dressed, I re-lived the scene from the hotel room in my head. When I walked into the room I knew right away that Michael wasn’t in bed alone. Surprisingly I felt more of a sense of relief than a feeling of anger right then. I could rid myself of my own guilt if he was screwing around on me first, right? But then Carrie had looked up at me with that smug look on her perfectly smooth face and I’d lost it. How dare she sleep with my husband? How dare she let me talk to her about my troubles and my guilt over the escort thing while she was simultaneously fucking my husband? All the times that she’d had to go along on a trip with Michael to “help” came flooding back. The bitch was setting up their rendezvous and making sure that I was busy with the escort thing each time they were gone. I saw red and with a primal yell that I wasn’t even sure came out of me, I lunged at the bed. I landed with my knee in the center of the soft part of Michael’s groin. He screamed, but it didn’t faze me. I got a handful of that blonde hair and I pulled that naked bitch out of the bed.

  She was twisting and turning and hard to grab ahold of because everything on her plastic body is so tight. A chunk of her hair came out in my hand and I lost my grip. She started to run and as I grabbed her around the waist, the lamp on the nightstand crashed to the ground. I threw her back on the bed and I straddled her naked ass. For a few minutes I could hear Michael yelling at me to stop, but the pathetic coward never intervened and tried to pull me up off of her. I did a ground and pound on her and got in several good punches before security showed up. As I was being pulled back off her, that was when the bitch actually struck out her fist and caught me on the side of my nose. Blood spurted out all over the white silk comforter on the bed and by the time I was cuffed, stuffed into a police car and taken to the station for booking, I had a shiner.

  I finished dressing and was given a tag to pick up my things. All I really had was my purse, but I had a round-trip ticket in there back home and all I wanted right then was to get the hell out of Miami. I really wanted to make it back to the house before Michael did. I wanted to pack my things up and get out before he ever got home. If he wanted the blonde skank, he could have her. I didn’t want to say it before when she was my friend, but I was sure that she’d been screwing each one of those nasty old men that she “escorted.” She’s disgusting and so is my husband. Let’s see if he can afford to support her “procedures” when Steve divorces her ass.


  I picked up my things and made my way out into the front of the big, cement building. It was dawn now and as the sun came up over the horizon I realized just how tired I was. It had been a really, really long twenty-four hours. Hell, it had been a really long week period. I hailed a cab to the airport and on my way there I let Ryan slip from my subconscious into my conscious thoughts. Now that I didn’t have a husband to consider I wondered if that would mean anything to him. He’s so freaking hot. He has a cool job. He obviously hangs out with some cool people…I seriously doubted that it would. I was a quick and shamelessly easy fuck. I wasn’t fooling myself into trying to believe it was anything else but that.

  When I got to the airport and the woman at the desk told me it would be three hours before the next plane departed, I wasn’t happy. When I saw Michael and a very bruised and bloody Carrie sitting near the terminal I’d be departing from if I took that plane, I was disgusted. I started back in the other direction, but Michael saw me. As soon as I saw him stand up, I turned and started walking away faster.

  “Olivia!” I kept walking. I was headed towards the front doors. Just before I got there I felt him grab hold of my arm. I spun around then and said,

  “Get your hand off me or I’ll call security.”

  “Jeez Liv, come on…don’t be that way…”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t be that way? I found you in bed with that whore excuse for a best friend of mine. I shouldn’t be upset, really?”

  “I’ve just never seen you violent before. And in all honesty…you’ve kind of been doing the same thing…”

  I raised my hand to smack him but decided it wasn’t worth getting taken down at the airport and hauled back to jail. I could see Carrie’s face and even after having the shit beat out of her, she still looked smug. “Explain to me what you mean by that,” I said, instead. “That I’ve been doing it to.”