Lust Muscle: A Billionaire Revenge Romance

by Alexis Angel

  And I stalk straight past the guest bedroom.

  All I can think is fuck that. Because if Cara isn’t like any of the other women I’ve brought here, there’s no way in hell I’m going to fuck her on the same bed as the rest of them. She deserves better than that. And I’m shocked to discover just how much I want to treat her better, give her more than I have any other woman.

  Her head falls back as I trail my tongue down the column of her neck, sucking and licking and teasing until she’s writhing in my arms, squeezing her legs tighter around my body, grinding her perfect pussy against my straining dick.

  I groan. Fuck, I want her so bad. More than I’ve ever wanted a woman. And I want her over and over and over again.

  Opening the door to my room, I carry her inside, kicking it shut behind me, and I ease the intensity of my kiss, lowering her slowly to the floor, the significance of this moment not lost on me.

  I’ve never let a woman into my bedroom. It’s too fucking personal. It shows more of me than I let people see. Yet here I am, bringing Cara right into the midst of who I really am.

  She seems to sense the shift in my mood and looks up at me, a small smile on her full lips. Then she looks around for a moment. I don’t know what I expect, but when she looks back up at me with surprise in her eyes, I know she sees it.

  “Your room isn’t like the rest of your apartment.” Just a simple observation. But the meaning behind it is clear. I think she can tell that I’m letting her in, letting her see a new side of me.

  Tearing her eyes away from mine again, she walks slowly over to my dresser, her fingers running along the surface of the nearly black wood, her gaze resting on every framed picture for long moments. Pictures of my family. My parents. Me. My brother.

  She picks up one of me and Lucas from years ago, back when we were both in college, and her mouth tips up in a sad smile. My heart beats faster and my mouth feels dry.

  In that picture, our arms are slung around each other’s shoulders and we’re dressed in hideously ugly Christmas sweaters. It was for a family Christmas party. An ugly Christmas sweater party. Something ridiculous that my mom wanted to do. Normally I’d be fucking embarrassed to let someone see that, but I love that picture. It was taken before Lucas went overseas. Back when we were young and carefree and the world was at our feet.

  “I can see how much you loved each other,” she says quietly, and I feel my chest tighten with emotions I don’t want to feel.

  I nod wordlessly. This has to be one of the most surreal moments of my life. I can’t even believe that I’m letting Cara this close to me. I don’t let anyone this close. Period. Yet here she is right in the middle of the real me.

  And I like it.

  There’s a sense of intimacy with Cara that I’ve never experienced with another person. Different from what I have with my family or Connor. I can be real with her, be myself, and she has no judgment whatsoever.

  Not only am I having the most amazingly mind-blowing sex of my life with her, but I’m having fun with her. I enjoy just being with her.

  It hits me that I’m all in this thing with her—whatever it might be—and I suddenly want her to be just as all in as I am. I want to explore what this is and what it could turn into.

  Walking up behind her, I rest my hands on her hips and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Let’s get cleaned up before bed.”

  Not that I have any intention of sleeping anytime soon.

  Taking her hand, I lead her into my en suite. About time I christened that place.

  20

  Cara

  Taking me into the bathroom, one almost as spacious as my own apartment, he slides open the glass panels that lead into the shower, and he turns the faucet on. I look around the bathroom as he does it, amazed at how sleek and luxurious everything looks, and then he’s on me. Closing the distance between us, he tucks a lock of hair over my ear and smile.

  “Let’s take this off,” he whispers, pushing the straps of my dress down. I stand still as he pushes the dress down my body, the fabric sliding down my legs and pooling around my legs, and he he presses his body on mine. With his fingertips brushing over my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and, doing it as slowly as possible, he takes it off me, my nipples hardening up. “Much better, huh?”

  “Much better,” I repeat with a smile, and then his hands slide down the side of my body. Hooking his fingers on my thong, he pushes it down my legs and then takes one step back, his gaze roaming up my naked body.

  “You’re perfect, Cara,” he whispers again, almost as if he’s talking to himself. “So fucking perfect…”

  “You’re the one who’s perfect,” I respond, taking one step toward him. With my fingers on his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the ripped muscles he hides under it. Doing it in flowing motions, I push the shirt down his body and then unbuckle his belt; I unzip his pants and then tug on them, sending them down his legs.

  Without taking his eyes off mine, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. I feel my heart quickening its pace and, before I can even think about it, I go down on my knees in front of him. The moment my knees touch the cool tiles on the floor, I rest my hands on his outer thighs and push his boxer briefs down.

  His cock springs free at once, pre-cum already glistening on its tip.

  Leaning in, I part my lips slightly and let my tongue out. Instead of taking my lips straight to the tip of his cock, I reach for him with my tongue; I use it to circle his fat bulbous head, the taste of his pre-cum making me eager to devour all of his inches. But I take it slow, patiently flicking my tongue at him and driving him completely crazy.

  Tilting my head, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it to its root. I go back up then, and repeat that motion for a few seconds, licking his length as I feel it throb against my tongue. Then, once I have my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, I act fast - his shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the point where it starts to hurt - and no, I’m not complaining here, far from it.

  Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I’m close to choking, his fat head pressed tight against the back of my throat. Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his tip, and I wrap them tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.

  “Fuck, that’s so good, Cara” he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, “you really know how to use that mouth of yours…” His words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I start to stroke him as well.

  Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and stops me completely. Then, without a moment’s pause, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.

  “Fuck,” he groans then, his cock pulsing against my tongue. Stopping, he slowly slides his cock out of my mouth, looking down into my eyes. “I want more…” He tells me, pulling me up to my feet.

  “So do I…” I whisper eagerly, allowing him to push me inside the shower, the warm water lapping at my naked body. Clouds of steam are already rolling up toward the ceiling, covering the whole bathroom in a sensual mist.

  Pressing me against the wall, the cold tiles against my back, he leans in and crushes his mouth on mine. Our tongues dance around each other while, with one hand, he grabs his cock and angles it down, brushing the tip up and down the length of my pussy.

  “Do it…” I whisper, my voice straining as desire makes my whole body tense up. Without saying a word, he obliges - he slides his cock inside me slowly, taking his time as his long inches push back against my inner walls. I dig my fingernails into his back and press my forehead against his chest, completely unable of saying a thing.

  I’ve never experienced any
thing like this.

  More than just long, his cock is so thick that I still don’t understand how he manages to slide it inside me. I never had a man filling me like this before, and I gotta say - it feels amazing. More than amazing, it’s a transcendent experience.

  “It’s… so good,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I look up into his eyes.

  “Good? We haven’t even started,” he says with a soft chuckle, and my insides clench as I process his words.

  “Then let’s get started,” I tell him, my heart beating so fast inside my chest that it feels like I have a war drum under my ribs. Replying with a grin, he just leans in and crushes his mouth against mine; the moment he does it, he start rocking his hips against me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a slow and gentle pace. Still, every time he thrusts his rhythm grows, and it doesn’t take long for him to be pistoning into me frantically.

  “Oh, fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I can’t even think straight right now. Oh, if only I knew that sex was this good… But ever since that first time in his apartment, ever since I discovered that he knows how to handle a woman… Ah, I’m addicted. And the funniest thing? I didn’t even need him to fuck me - the moment he kissed me for the first time I realized that he knows how to pleasure a woman. After all, the way a man kisses a woman reveals a lot about himself.

  Tangling his fingers in my wet hair, Liam forces me to keep my head back, and then he takes his lips to my neck. Nibbling at my skin there, he does it until I feel pain welling up, the pressure of his teeth growing.

  “Fuck,” I hiss again, that sweet pain shooting up my brain and, somehow, turning into pleasure. This is the alchemy of lust and, from what I’ve experienced so far, Liam is a master alchemist.

  Still holding my head with one hand, he finally lets go of my neck and allows his lips down my skin, taking them over the rising curve of my breasts. He wraps them around my right nipple, taking it into his mouth and running the tip of his tongue around it. I exhale sharply as he does it, the pleasure he’s unleashing on my pussy blending with the sensation on my nipple.

  “You know…” Liam suddenly says, finally letting go of my head and looking me in the eyes. “You might be the most delicious woman I’ve ever met,” he chuckles, grabbing both my breasts in his big hands and thrusting hard. I let out a whimper as I feel the length of his shaft flying fast inside my pussy, and I feel thunder and lightning exploding up my spine, the thoughts inside my mind bouncing against the walls of my skull.

  “Oh, like that…” I breathe out. “Keep going like that,” I tell him, a commanding tone to my words.

  Placing two fingers under my chin, he forces me to look up at him and then he narrows his eyes, curling his lips upward as a devilish grin takes over his face.

  “Just remember that you’re the one asking for it,” he whispers, his words seductive and sinful at the same time. With that, he rests his hands on my waist and, holding me tight, he starts fucking me so hard that it feels like my brain is melting as it tries to process the avalanche of sensations hitting it all at once.

  Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I hold on to him as he rocks his hips, his cock flying in and out of my pussy so fast that I expect a fire to start between my thighs anytime soon.

  “Come here,” he groans, placing his hands under my ass and pulling me up. I react fast, lacing my legs around his waist, and that’s when he goes all out. He moves so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock slides in or out of my pussy.

  “OH GOD!” I suddenly scream, an orgasm hitting me out of nowhere.

  Electricity shoots up my spine, and it feels like an explosion goes off inside my head. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and I even forget to keep on breathing as pleasure rages through me, my muscles twitching hard.

  Even though I like to think of myself as an experienced woman, this goes beyond anything I have ever experienced. Not only is Liam the most hung guy I’ve ever been with, he also knows how to use that sinfully long cock of his. No wonder he’s New York’s most famous heartthrob - handsome, charming, and as experienced as a dream come true? Come on, this is almost too much! How much is too much?

  “This was… amazing,” I whisper, not even bothering with playing games. I just couldn’t help but let him know how good he was. Give credit where credit is due, right?

  “And I’m not done,” he simply tells me, allowing me to take my legs from around his waist. The moment my feet touch the floor, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around. Facing the wall, I place my hands there, at shoulder-height, and jut my ass back at him by instinct.

  With both his hands on my hips, his lips start to trace a downward line down my neck and onto my back. He goes down on his knees behind me, his mouth brushing its way down my spine until the tip of his tongue meets the dimples on my back.

  Placing one forearm across my lower back, he then forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself with my elbows against the wall as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth against my pussy and, opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.

  I’m already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breaths turns into a sequence of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my head.

  “Yes, keep going…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “Eat me out, Liam… My pussy is yours,” I continue, the words forming in my mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me and, before I can prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.

  I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins - I can almost feel them raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can. Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my clit and, turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.

  As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his mouth of my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when he meets my ass hole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

  “Yes…” I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it - there’s a detonation inside my mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining with the effort. “Fuck! FUCK!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers as I come.

  I can’t help but scream even louder - I don’t know even know how I do it - when he takes his mouth off of my ass and, using his free hand, slides his index finger inside my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me completely. I almost collapse then, my muscles burning up as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I’m barely conscious. Still, desire still has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.

  “Come here,” I tell him, turning around to meet his gaze. He stands up and moves forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his cock, he angles it down and presses its against my wetness. With a lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry on, to fuck me as hard as he can.

  Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway in, h
e suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my head back against the wall, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side of the bathroom, a full body mirror facing the shower, and I let my eyes wander to Liam’s body - from here, I can see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he pounds me with his massive cock.

  “Oh… This is fun,” I tell him, looking from one side to the other and taking in the sight of Liam fucking me from all angles. His muscles are bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human engineering they are.

  “What’s fun,” he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, “is fucking your tight pussy.” With that, he goes down on his knees, dragging me after him without taking his cock out of my pussy. Leaning into me, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately. Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

  I keep watching everything unfold through the mirror, my naked body ravaged by Liam as he fucks me.

  “You sure like to watch yourself,” Liam says, thrusting as hard as he can.

  “No… I like to watch you fucking me,” I say between hard breaths, managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I’m looking into his eyes now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire, and I just know that it’s going to consume me mercilessly. Which is exactly what I want.

  “Then watch,” he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his hips as his cock slides in and out of me. Hie rams his shaft into me until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he pulls it back all the way to its tip before thrusting again. He keeps going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a foreign word to my ears. Right now, I’m drifting away, carried by a river of pleasure and wonder.