The Billionaire Bastard: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Hart, Romi

  He is remaining silent for the moment. Perhaps we’ve said everything there is to say. See? There I go again, freaking out over nothing. He probably noticed I was too busy clutching the seat arms and trying to calm myself during the take off to cuddle like we have been doing.

  To my relief, my handsome beau looks over at me and makes eye contact. He sends me cheeky little glances, letting me know he’s watching me. And still lusting after me. I giggle and smile. I should just swallow my fears…and talk about the second scariest thing on my mind right now, losing him!

  What are you thinking?” I say.

  “Kinda bored,” he says…which of course sends a shock of panic through my spine. Relax…he’s not saying he’s bored with me! It’s a long goddamn flight.

  “Having fun?” he says smiling.

  “Oh yeah,” I say with a flinch. I smile back, big and fake. “Can you tell by my gripping hands how calm I am?”

  “Afraid of flying?” he asks. “I’m surprised. Thought nothing scared you.”

  “Does that disappoint you?” I say with a smile.

  “No. Makes you charmingly human.”

  I calm myself and try to control my breathing. I like him distracting me. It feels good to keep talking, even if the conversation is lame. “I’ve only flown twice. But…

  “Well I’m glad you risked your life just to be with me,” he says with a wink.

  I laugh it off. “Don’t get so full of yourself now!” I laugh.

  “Doesn’t bother me at all,” he says. “I trust the pilots. I trust American Airlines. Truth is, I’m more afraid of myself driving down the highway than of a plane crash.”

  “Yeah, I know. Statistically we’re fine. I try to tell myself that. I probably have a better chance of become a bestselling author than actually dying in a plane crash.”

  I laugh at the irony of that statement and he joins me.

  “Well that’s definitely not impossible,” he says.

  It’s actually a bit cold on this flight. He looks comfortable, dressed in black pants and a brown jacket. I should have worn a sweater…oh well.

  “You know why you’re afraid?”

  “Yeah because of plane crashes!”

  “No, a fear of death is the reason you’re so afraid.”

  “Really?”

  “You actually fear death. And since death doesn’t feel like anything, you fear the idea of death, of not existing.”

  “You know…” I say with a smile. “I do recall a similar passage in your book. The death speech? Cute. But I’ve read it.”

  “I lost my fear of flying a long time ago. I actually had a friend who was a pilot. Scott. And he hardly had a damn idea what he was doing. So I took a ride with him. Yes, even though I had no confidence in him as a pilot. Then I started taking more flights, by experienced pilots…experts in their field… far more experienced and skilled pilots than he ever was. I was flying in good hands. That made me lose all fear.”

  “You have no fear. I can see that about you.”

  “Fear is just an emotion,” he says with a kinky gaze, probably thinking dirty thoughts about our last time together. “Fear prepares us for war. Without the “fight or flight” adrenaline rush, it’s nothing. Means nothing.”

  “What else scares you?” I say with a smirk. “Let me guess you also rock climb or skydive too, right?”

  “What scares me? Thoughts. Plenty of thoughts.”

  “Thoughts about what?” I ask curiously.

  “I dunno but let me tell you something about the horrors of plane crashes.”

  I laugh out loud. “I’m scared and you’re telling me how I would die?”

  “Yes. Because after I explain it, you’re going to feel silly for being so afraid. He leans forward invading my space, grinning, and I enjoy every moment of it. His playful smile and his gorgeous eyes melt me inside.

  “A plane stays in the air for two reasons. The thrust of the engine and the uplift of the wings. When the wings move, airflow over the curved top surface of the wing is going faster than the rate of airflow on the bottom. That creates pressure causing the lift and that’s what actually keeps us in the sky. The engine also creates pressure and forward moving propulsion. So that IS reassuring…you cannot just fall out of the sky scientifically speaking. Why, it would be like a bird suddenly deciding it didn’t want to fly anymore and just dropping. It’s surreal, bizarre. The only real threat is if a terrorist or hijacker was on board but well…TSA is working hard, groping breasts and asses to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  I smile at Simeon, who seems to be staring a little too long at my lips. He was kissing me not so long ago. We were inside each other’s mouths. My temperature rises. I wish I could have him right now.

  The plane shifts around suddenly. “Turbulence” someone whispers. But as usual, Simeon is unphased. I shut my eyes and swallow my fears.

  “Hey, babe,” he says softly. “Turbulence is just a change of air pressure. Turbulence is not scary. It just means that the pilot is so concerned about your COMFORT that he’s looking for a smoother pathway to the destination. Try to think of turbulence as an orgasm. Neat way of being positive, right?”

  I laugh heartily. “The plane’s orgasm?”

  “There you go. Doesn’t mean anything either. Just noisy and fun. If you like orgasming, of course.”

  “I think you know I do,” I say shyly.

  Simeon is cute. He’s staring at me off and on, mentally undressing me. Thinking naughty thoughts about me, just like I am about him.

  Somehow I can’t help but think this is somehow a metaphor about our relationship. I’m paranoid and crazy about the future. He doesn’t give a shit and is just enjoying the ride…the “orgasm” of the plane.

  “I have an idea,” he says seriously.

  “What’s that?”

  He leans over and whispers in a lower volume. “I have a huge boner right now. And I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “Mmmm so sorry. But…you know, against the law.”

  He nods. “Still…I think we can make the time go faster by playing a few naughty games.”

  I blush and look away from his devilish face. I run my fingers through my hair, already feeling the sexy scandal of the moment. “No…I don’t think so, Simeon.”

  “I like it when you use my name right before saying you won’t have sex with me. Makes me so emotional.”

  “It’s against the law.”

  “You keep saying that. Let me guess you never speed in a thirty-mile-per-hour zone? You’ve never tried pot, you’ve never given a guy a blowjob in Kansas?”

  I laugh hard. “No, I’ve never blown a guy in Kansas. Have you gone down on a woman in Nebraska?”

  “No I haven’t,” he says proudly. “But only because no one asked me. I’m a natural born rule-breaker.”

  “Sexy rebel guy, huh.”

  “Yup…but you see that’s why you should have sex with me on the plane. Because your fear of getting caught will be even more intense than the fear of crashing.”

  I laugh again and slap his shoulder. “You’re terrible.”

  “I am. But…well…I suspect you’re a naughty girl too.”

  “I told you, I’m a vanilla.”

  “Yeah but…” he says slyly. “Vanilla girls turn me on. I just want to corrupt them. Do terrible things to their bodies,” he says blatantly staring at my breasts.

  “Uh huh. I’m sure you do.”

  “You’re so sexy,” he mutters, seducing me, corrupting me and loving the look on my face as I resist him. “I do tend to speak whatever nasty thought comes to mind. “I can’t help it…you’re just turning me on so bad right now.”

  “Right back at you, babe.”

  “No, no,” he says, looking me up and down, very obviously looking down my red v-neck pullover sweater and black skirt. “I really want to fuck you. Right now.”

  “Whatever, man!” I laugh. “I am not going to get in trouble when I’m already freaking out. You c
an wait till we land.”

  “Restroom sex?”

  “No, hotel sex, weirdo.”

  “I want to feel myself inside you,” he whispers.

  “I know you do. And you can wait!”

  “But it’s a long flight,” he whines.

  “Sorry.”

  “Okay tell you what. Why don’t we play a game?”

  “A game?”

  “Yeah, you know something fun that people do, to pass the time. Certainly nothing a CFO knows about.”

  “Smart ass,” I laugh. “What’s the game?”

  “I want to guess the color of your bra.”

  I laugh hard. “Don’t you know?”

  “No, why would I know? You didn’t show me or tell me.”

  “Well then you’ll have to wait to land and find out.”

  “No, the game is…if I guess it, I want to see it. Your bra.”

  “Hmmm.” I shake my head in disbelief. I feel a jolt of excitement going through my body. I wonder for a second just how far I would go on public plane…in a public place. If not for these “people” if it wasn’t against the law…would I do it?

  “All right. Two guesses. Go ahead.”

  “Mmm,” he says shifting forward and staring shamefully at my breasts…the same ones he fondled. And looks like he’s going to fondle again!

  “White.”

  “Nope.”

  “Black.”

  “Yes,” I say with a grin. “And no, I’m not flashing you and getting arrested.”

  “Fine so what do I win then?”

  “Big fat nothing!”

  “Big fat cock.”

  “If that’s what you want then you go get it buddy.”

  “No, I like the boobs myself.”

  “Uh huh I know you do.”

  “Shame I can’t see your tits beyond my imagination.”

  “You can see them when we land.”

  “All right. Game on. Now I want to guess the color of your panties.”

  I laugh again and blush. I have to admit resisting him is taking my mind off the flight.

  “Go ahead and guess.”

  “Okay but this time, if I guess the right color, I want you to take them off and hand them over to me. Not necessarily illegal, just kinky.”

  “No way.”

  “I can’t help it. You know when around supermodels and actresses, I’m very respectable. Professional even. But when I’m around curvy types, plus 35 girls like you…I lose all control of my body. I become raw desire.”

  I chuckle again and shut my eyes in laughing disbelief. Speaking of my panties, I can’t help but notice they’re a little moist at all this discussion. Oh God…he can’t really talk me into this, can he? I’m forgetting who I am. With him, I really forget my limits. Forget my morals. Forget everything except how he makes me feel.

  “One guess,” I say. “And if you don’t get it right, you have to be nice from now on.”

  “Fine. White.”

  “Nope, black. So be a good boy!”

  A moment of silence passes. I can’t help but ask the question I don’t want to know. “Now what are you thinking?”

  “I can’t tell you, I promised to be good.”

  “You are so bad!” I giggle.

  “Feeling cold?” he says going back to sweet and concerned.

  “Yes,” I say smiling. Now that’s more like it.

  “How about I give you my coat? It’s right here. It’ll keep you warm.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Of course, honey, I care about you.”

  “Thanks,” I say sweetly, taking his long coat and folding it over both of our seats. It instantly makes me feel warm and comforted from the scary bumps.

  I smile and stare at Simeon, shifting my eyes to the side and taking in his handsome face. His charming smile still tickles me.

  A stewardess walks by and smiles at me. “Can I get you or your husband anything?”

  “No,” I say without thinking…only to realize I just made things weird…pretending as if Simeon was my husband. Oh great now I’m worried if he’s misconstruing anything…

  Uh oh…the stewardess turns back around and gives me a dirty look. But why?

  Just then I get the idea…Simeon grips my knee under the coat and starts worming his way back, touching the sensitive spot of my thigh.

  “What…what…” I blush and smile.

  I look back at the stewardess, pondering whether to scream or at least push him off of me. But all I really can do…is just let him touch me. Let him take what he wants.

  I flutter my eyelashes and keep smiling. I keep quiet and still. I stare straight ahead and let him touch me. Touch me there, right in my thigh and then inching deeper. He invades my space. I can’t…I won’t…stop him.

  I get goose bumps on my skin. He rubs my thighs with his fingers and I can’t even mutter a sound if I wanted to. I feel afraid…but in a hot, moist kind of way. It’s a rush…it’s very naughty and yet I’m more afraid of him stopping what he started.

  I can’t believe I let him push me into this. It’s too risky to move or speak. But god…he’s rubbing his fingers against my moist panties. And I’m so turned on. I never thought of myself as wild…but he’s bringing out the devil in me!

  I take another nervous gulp, feeling that magical sensation caressing my leg. He reaches over under the coat and strokes my labia, just barely grazing me past my panties.

  All I can do is take a deep breath and try not to be so obvious about it.

  “Hey,” he says, “lie on my shoulder.”

  “Why?” I ask weakly, still dripping wet at his touch.

  He pushes me over to lay on him. He rubs my labia under the panties and traces a path with his fingers…

  I groan loudly but try to disguise it as a big yawn. I look around, scared to death someone knows what is happening. But what can I do? I just have to let him touch me…

  I don’t think anyone can see me. I have no choice. I just have to give him what he wants.

  The stewardess comes up to me and smiles. “Just checking on you, everything okay?”

  “Uhh…”

  I realize that Simeon’s fingers have been pulled out. But now I feel a different sensation coming from under the coat. Now I have his big cock in my hand. He is as hard as a rock and my hand is choking his shaft. How the fuck did he even get us into this position so fast? What kind of a maestro are we talking about here?

  Jesus, how can I even complain about my own boyfriend seducing me? Er wait…is he my boyfriend? My face goes slightly blush as I look at the stewardess. All I feel is the rush of his blood pumping through his cock, his big cock, standing up so rigid…

  “Umm…nothing. I’m fine,” I say, desperately trying to play it safe. And not get arrested!

  The stewardess walks away but still gives me a funny look. Oh god they’ve got to know something is going on! But here I am with a dick in hand and having no idea what to do. So I stroke it…and stroke it. I turn to look at him, giving him only a half-heated frown. I’m mad at him and yet I’m still rubbing his gun.

  He looks back at me with a half-smile, daring me to do something, anything. He’s making me wild, all right. He’s ruining my good girl image. He leans in closer to me and puts his warm lips next to my ear.

  “Take off your panties,” he whispers. “Right now.”

  “No,” I mutter back to him, too aroused to say it louder.

  “I want to feel your pussy.”

  I flinch twice and stare him down.

  “Give me your panties or I’m going to finger you to orgasm.”

  “Hush,” I reply.

  “I can’t help it, Denise. You’re making me horny. If you’re so disgusted with my behavior tell me to stop and I will. You won’t hear another word from me…”

  “Then stop!” I whisper back.

  “No.” He laughs himself silly.

  I roll my eyes and groan to myself. I really don’t want h
im to stop talking. I wish he wouldn’t put his cock in my hand. But hell, he is helping my flight anxiety. I’m afraid of this game he’s playing…but suddenly, my mind is NOT on crashing and dying.

  I shift around in my seat, praying no one notices. I sit up a few inches and making a quick grab for my soaked panties. Oh God he got me to do it.

  I look him in the eye, just as a naughty thought hits me. Giving him my panties isn’t enough. He wants more. And it’s making my heart pound with excitement.

  He wants more too, I know it. I want to give him something more. Maybe that’ll shut him up good.

  I wiggle my panties off my knees and then down to my feet. I clear my throat and sit up, very aware that my panties are halfway down my legs and so embarrassingly wet, I’m pretty sure anyone nearby could smell my joy. And all we have protecting us from shame is his coat!

  I watch the stewardess from the corner of my eye.

  As soon as she leaves, I grab my panties from off the floor and then carefully place them in my hands. Simeon only gets harder. I want to hear him come again. Oh God, what’s wrong with me. Now it’s my turn to embarrass him!

  I taunt him and dare him to make a sound as I wrap the panties around my hand under the coat and then start slowly stroking him.

  So moist…so soft and so lathered with my scent. Now I’m giving him a panty handjob with the pussy moisture serving as light lube.

  He takes a inhale as he stares at me, trying not to smile and get himself away.

  He taunts me with his beautiful eyes. He’s so dominant and cruel…but in a fun way. God, I can’t complain this guy is boring!

  I get even wetter and I’m so fucking wet my pussy juice just drips down my crotch and onto the airplane seat.

  I stare at him as I continue stroking him faster, yanking his dick around with my soft panties and rolling it over his head. Then down to his shaft. Then closer to his balls…

  He finally starts coughing, obviously disguising his orgasm to come. I roll over his head faster, ruthlessly, wanting him to suffer like he made me suffer.

  Please god…don’t let anyone see us.

  I am rubbing him so hard my arm is sore but I won’t stop until he comes. We began shifting back and forth in our seats as I sense he is fixing to blow up and be messy as fuck!