ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  I, meanwhile, was still a virgin, and had never even really had a boyfriend up to that point. I'd been on a few very uncomfortable dates, but they'd never really gone anywhere given my own uncertainty with myself, and I felt certain I would royally eff things up with this new, cute hottie as well.

  And yet, somehow, that never occurred. Things never went south in the way I'd almost come to expect them to, and in fact, things seemed to go off entirely without a hitch. I think, God bless the cute bastard, that Charles seemed to intuit my almost inherent sense of anxiety, and he respectfully took things very, very slow with me on behalf of the fact.

  And before I knew it, I was actually beginning to swoon for the man, to fall deeply in love in the manner I'd so long craved to have happen to me, and to have my problems suddenly shrink into the distance thanks to the force of the love he provided me.

  It was several dates before the two of us had sex, him respecting my virginity as well as the other aspects of my shyness, until at last we decided that it was time to consummate the love that we'd been building up together for the past several weeks. He took things in the bedroom very gentle with me that first, splendid time, and as the affair progressed I realized that it was turning out far more pleasurable and agonizing than I would ever have imagined. I absolutely loved the union of our flesh, the combining of our bodies as he ravished me and put himself inside me, and after so very long of having been the shy little nobody all the time, I was at last allowing my true, inner vixen to come to light.

  After that first time, sex became a regular part of our relationship, and almost all of the inhibitions that had held me down prior to that first lay came crashing down around me. As it turned out, I was an absolute animal in the sack once I pushed myself to get engaged, and the two of us engaged in any number of intense carnal acts together in the bedroom.

  The two of us simply couldn't get enough of one another, and continually pushed our limits further and further with each roll in the hay, always trying new things, always looking to explore one another in some new way, and the results, almost invariably, splendid to say the least.

  Suffice it to say, after so many months of the two of us absolutely hypnotized and consumed by one another's presence, the two of us ended up getting engaged, settling down together, and things from there on out seeming largely more hopeful than ever.

  Of course, though, as I mentioned at the outset, it was hard not to occasionally find myself dwelling on the past, and on birthdays in particular it became a challenge not to remember all of the time I'd wasted prior to the two of us meeting. And of course, after so many years of me moping around in this way on my special day, it was only natural that Charles should catch onto it, and this year I could tell he was going that extra mile to ensure that things were a bit more enjoyable for me all throughout it.

  It had all started that morning.

  I'd been sleeping faintly, only halfway conscious and part of me still trapped in slumber. I was dreaming something, although I forgot shortly after waking what it was, but I feel like it had something to do with my discomfort regarding what day it was. It was a surprised to be suddenly stirred into alertness, blinking my eyes hard, and trying to gain my composure.

  After a moment of this bewilderment, I discovered that it was my husband, kissing me awake, in the gentlest, most romantic of ways. Almost immediately, a smile spread wide across my lips, and I allowed my eyelids to flutter back shut again, simply taking in the pleasure of this genuine treat, and not allowing my mind to process anything else in the world but his love.

  His lips dripped all along me, feeling absolutely terrific as they slid from my shoulder up along my neck, my flesh being nibbled upon as though it was the most exquisite thing he'd ever tasted. My body was still a little bit groggy, but I began to come to life the more and more he ran these sweet pecks all along my flesh, my pelvis trembling and my legs beginning to work as I struggled to contain myself. His kisses, though, were just too sweet for me, and before I knew it, my eyes were springing open, and I was gasping sensually with delight at the pressing of his mouth against my warm, moist flesh.

  I received him, leaning over to him on the bed and pulling his face up into me, the two of our faces melting together into a hot, fleshy alloy. His tongue rolled into my gullet, and I allowed mine to join his own, the two of them twisting and swirling around between our mouths, getting us both incredibly worked up, and my head getting lighter and lighter as the moments ticked on. I savored the feeling of him, pushing into me, burying me beneath his warm, hard weight, clambering onto my body with his own, and smothering me so fantastically that I could hardly stand it.

  He wore almost nothing as he climbed across my body, holding and pulling me tighter and tighter by the minute, squeezing me so tightly I thought I might burst. The skimpy little boxers around his waist concealed next to nothing, and I could feel him hardening up against my thigh, his erection grinding up against my flesh and getting me so damn aroused it made me dizzy.

  For my part, all I wore was a silky lavender nighty, tiny and easily displaced, with the fabric being dredged all over with the squirming of his flesh about my anatomy, so that direct contact between our burning naughty bits seemed like nothing less than an inevitability.

  His hands were on my breasts, squeezing on my tits through the fabric, the straps of the nighty falling beautifully down along my arms. He then finished the job, pulling them the remainder of the way down, so that my breasts were now in full view out in the open, and ready to be devoured by this sexy beast.

  He leaned in yet again, clamping his fingers into my flesh and squeezing me with the force of a vice, pinching on my nipples, and causing me to cry out with pleasure. He kissed me harder than ever, then, licking my cheeks and then sliding his mouth off of my own altogether. Down along my neck he nibbled yet again, unable, it seemed, to get enough of me, but certainly doing his damnedest to try. He let his mouth dissolve once again on my dainty shoulder, and then slowly, very slowly, he tumbled on down to my breasts as well.

  I groaned with sheer, unadulterated passion as he suckled on me, nursing from my anatomy like a newborn, his teeth sinking into me and stretching out my sensitized nipple, and his tongue rolling warmly through my cleavage in a manner that positively drove me up the wall.

  His hands were all over my body now, sliding along my sides, groping and caressing me and causing me to start with shock and sheer, splendid agony. The small of my back, now, pressing his fingers into me, and causing a jolt of sensation to go rippling through my body. And now, God help me, peeling his fingers up along my thighs, sliding them up beneath the nighty, and getting dangerously close to some extra sensitive territory.

  And then, the next thing I knew, the silky sheen of the nighty was being pulled up off of me altogether, dredged along my anatomy and up over my head, wriggling away in the manner of a snake shedding its skin, my sweaty, heaving body being revealed to him in its morning vulnerability, and every nerve ending lit up and was ready to be overloaded by his love.

  His fingers then slid beneath the lacy fabric of my panties, wriggling them down along my legs, and sliding them from my feet. I was almost nervous waiting for what was to happen next, and suddenly my eyes went wide as he put his fingers in me, swiping and sweeping around the wetness of my pussy, and causing me to cry out contentedly with passion.

  And as he fingered me, rubbing my clit and stroking me up into a haze of vicious pleasure, his kisses began to recede down along my body, giving my tits a few last strokes, and then moving on along to my abdomen, my sides, every inch of my flesh available to him was subjected to his kisses. The next thing I knew he was disappearing from view, his head dipping beneath the blankets, and leaving me anticipating his next action with bated breath.

  I gasped, my lungs almost pained as my body expanded reactively, my buttocks clenching, and my fingers curling into the bedspread. Shivering, I allowed my eyes to close gently, inhaling, and trying not to collapse with the pleasure of
his movements. His tongue slowly traced around the wet, floral folds of my pussy, dripping into every dark nook, soaking up every inch of me, and eating me out with such an insane degree of expertise that I could scarcely believe it.

  I watched through the haze of my pleasure as the lump of his head beneath the sheets proceeded to bob and to dip, to move rhythmically as he went down on me with sheer oral expertise, each slightness of movement absolutely devastating, and every second that rolled by far sweeter and more acute than the last.

  “Oh, yeeeeeeah... Oh, Godddddd...” I groaned, and I began to move, to gyrate somewhat as though to push his face deeper into me. The bed began to rock, and he began to eat me harder, deeper, making me wetter by the second. My legs closed around his head, my thighs wrapping around his bobbing skull and pulling him into me like there was no tomorrow, and I allowed myself to continue tumbling down along that glorious slope toward sheer ecstasy, orgasm overflowing, and causing me to light up like a damn firework with pleasure.

  I came, hard as hell, screaming at the top of my lungs as chemicals began to shoot in torrents up into my brain. Having this glorious sexpot of a man go down on me first thing in the morning was, perhaps, the most glorious start to my day that I could have imagined, and as far as my birthday was concerned, I imagined it might just be enough to get the course of events started off on something resembling the right foot.

  And that was far, far, far from the only present he gave me.

  Almost immediately after kissing my pussy for me until I came, my sweet stud of a man scooped me up out of bed and whisked me away into the bathroom with him to shower off. The two of us stood for some time in the shower together, our naked bodies pressed into one another and his arms securely around me, pulling me into himself, his hard cock sliding between my buttocks as he leaned in and ran kisses along my neck from behind.

  Unsurprisingly, the two of us ended up having sex in there, and it was quite the steamy, mind-boggling affair. There was something that bordered weirdly between gentle and rough in his movements as he bent me over, doing me hard but with a degree of consideration, grinding, pumping, setting me alight with sensation from head to toe.

  Harder and harder and harder he plowed me, faster and faster and faster, driving me up once again toward the point that I thought I might burst. My breasts swinging as he drilled and pumped and thrusted and fucked, and my screams almost deafening as things ramped up toward their pinnacle.

  God, I was going to be exhausted by this day before it even had the chance to begin...

  With several last, long, hard strokes, he pushed deep into my body one final time, holding himself there, and beginning to cum all over me inside. He filled me up, his essence drenching me in abundance, and setting me once again over the edge. Orgasm shot through my body, my limbs quivering and my vision blurred, until at last I had to close my eyes and bite my lip just to be able to survive my way through the ordeal.

  And at last, after so much torment that it seemed almost inhumane, he pulled himself out of me, lying down on the tub, and pulling my body down onto him like a blanket. It was like an instant little cat nap, then, as he nibbled on my flesh in the afterglow, running his fingers through my wet hair and blowing lightly into my ear, in a manner that caused me to giggle like a schoolgirl from the tenderness.

  We kissed, and I probably could have gone another round in my present state of friskiness, but instead he did something that turned out to be far, far sweeter.

  Pulling back out from underneath my weight, Charles stood me up in front of him, the stream of the shower beating thickly down onto my body. He began to wash me, to run a wet rag over the surface of my anatomy, stooping on his knees as he soaped up and cleared away every surface of my flesh, in a manner that almost made it seem as though he was worshiping my body like a sweet, splendid temple.

  For some time he continued to wash me, to such an extent that I felt largely surprised that the water didn't go cold.

  Then, at last, he rose back up to his full height, giving me a last kiss on the lips, and turning off the water. He pulled me out of the tub, and carefully, reverently drying me off. He rubbed oil all over my warm, moist skin, anointing me in a way that made me feel incredible, and when at last he was finished, he gave me a playful smack on the rump with the palm of his hand, causing me to bust out giggling.

  “Alright,” he said, smiling his most charming smile, “Go and put on your prettiest outfit. I have a lot planned for you for your special day.”

  And I'll be damned if he was kidding, about that either. Because from the moment we'd stepped out the door to the present, it seemed he was bound and determined to provide me the absolute happiest birthday I'd ever celebrated, taking me anywhere and everywhere I could possibly have hoped to go, and making me feel so loved and special that I could barely even believe it.

  The two of us had spent the day together visiting boutiques, browsing through an absolutely beautiful art exhibit, taking a stroll through the park, and at last going out to have dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town. And, from the way things were looking just now, the promise of an even steamier sexual rendezvous on the horizon seemed like it was surely imminent...

  2

  Dinner now over, the two of us found ourselves rolling around in the back of a taxi, his hands all over me, as we made our way through any number of the suppressed sexual urges we'd been harboring throughout the course of our dinner.

  I actually felt just a little bit sorry for the poor bastard of a cab driver we had, because I could tell there was an immense temptation on his part to gawk back at us in the rear view mirror. But, these sorts of thoughts proved fleeting to say the least, given my sweet, splendid preoccupation at the moment with what was going on with myself and my husband.

  His lips melted across my skin, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and my head beginning to go light as I inhaled his breath. I shuddered, then, as his hand crept in between my thighs, edging dangerously close to the middle where my loins were positively on fire for his touch.

  I forced myself, in spite of my own wishes, to pull away from him, absolutely gasping by this point, and my eyes wide, looking just a little bit crazy at him.

  “Good God,” I laughed, my lips spread into the most devilish of smiles. “You could at least wait until we're not in public, you know... And where the hell are we going, anyway?” Charles had handed the cab driver an address written on a slip of paper upon our stepping into the taxi, without saying a word or giving me the courtesy of overhearing our final destination of the evening.

  “You'll just have to wait and see,” he said, and piled himself on top of me, smothering me pleasantly beneath his weight, taking in such a huge inhale of me that I thought he might damn near choke on me.

  Before too much longer, the taxi pulled at last to a halt, and I slid up from beneath my husband to see that we'd arrived outside a hotel. I smiled at this, and gave Charles another hot, wet peck on the lips, thinking that a romantic end to our evening at a hotel would just about hit the spot.

  He paid the cab driver, and the two of us walked in through the main entrance to the hotel. I was caught off guard, however, by the fact that Charles didn't check in at the front desk, didn't receive a key or anything. He simply walked on past as though it was nothing, leading me stunned by the hand, puzzling to figure out just what was going on.

  “But... Our key,” I interjected feebly, perplexed, but by this point there was no stopping him on his path to the elevator, and I figured I may as well just go with whatever he had planned. Surely, he could have picked up our room key prior to arrival somehow, and it wasn't all that mysterious when you really got right down to it.

  The ride up in the elevator seemed to take forever, and I waited with baited breath and a libido like a raging dragon as we edged nearer and nearer to what seemed the top floor. At last, the doors came sliding open, and he took me once again, smiling, by the hand. As many times as the two of us had had sex together, I still coul
dn't stop my heart rate from skyrocketing as we marched nearer and nearer to the room, the anticipation killing me, and the prospect of how brutally he would plow me on those hotel sheets once we were in there driving me absolutely wild.

  But then, I felt my heart suddenly skip a beat, as the two of us arrived at the door to what was evidently supposed to be our room. But there was no card key used for it, at all, and I felt absolutely perplexed and set on edge when, for some strange reason, he extended a hand and knocked on the door.

  And slowly, it slid open.

  My jaw just about damn near hit the floor.

  Standing there, shirtless, and smiling with the most gorgeous of grins out at the two of us, was none other than my old high school crush himself, Bobby Jones, his body broader, more muscular, and even more agonizing than ever in its slightly glazed state, as though he'd taken a shower before my arrival here, and oiled himself up in preparation for something very, very steamy.