Teacher's Bet: A Billionaire and Virgin Romantic Comedy

by Ruby Steele

  “This wasn’t my plan, you know,” I murmur into her hair, the soft waves teasing my senses as I breathe in a citrus scent.

  “Your evil plan, you mean.” She laughs lightly, causing me to smile.

  “No. I really was prepared to just have dinner. I bought everything to cook you the most elaborate breakfast spread you’ve ever seen.” I lift her shirt a few inches and trace light circles on her stomach.

  Her voice shakes as she says, “Breakfast for dinner?”

  “It’s the best. You’ll like it.” I suck lightly on her neck, eliciting a throaty moan from her. God, I love how vocal she is when she enjoys what I’m doing to her. “Eggs, pancakes, berries,” I whisper, lifting my hand higher until I’m caressing her nipple through her bra. Fuck, I love her tits so much. Pert and soft, just big enough to fill my palm.

  “Whipped cream,” I murmur, trailing my other hand to the front of her thigh and running it under her skirt until my thumb just grazes her opening.

  She shudders. “Are you trying to seduce me or make me hungry?” Her words come out breathy and weak, and I know eating is the last thing on her mind. At least anything of the nutritional variety.

  Olivia pushes her round ass against my cock, and I push right back, drawing another moan from her lips. “I want you, Aiden. Tonight. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Turning her head to the side, she looks at me, green eyes dark with lust, and I bend my head to take her mouth in a deep kiss that promises I will fulfill her every desire.

  Abruptly, she spins in my arms, gripping the hem of my shirt and yanking it up with fervor. I help her, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Watching as she drinks me in, as she traces the ridges of my abs with her fingertips, I know it’s going to be hard to hold back with her. To not make her take all of my throbbing cock in one hard thrust.

  She continues running her hands over my body and surprises me when she teases my nipple with her tongue before taking a quick nip. I let out a hiss, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. “Is that not good?”

  “It’s so fucking good, baby.” I love how she’s exploring me, experimenting. I know she’s never done any of this before, and it’s such a fucking turn on that she wants to do it with me. That I’m the one she’s discovering her sexuality with.

  She smiles, a bit shyly, and I feel an unfamiliar pang in my chest at the uncertain but eager look on her face. I cup her cheeks in both my hands and tilt her lips up to mine, capturing them in another kiss. I can’t get enough of her. I could kiss her all night and be content.

  I’ve never been a huge kisser, preferring to get to the main events, but I feel like I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life and not get enough. She kisses me back, growing bolder, swiping her tongue across mine, taking the lead in this dance.

  And I let her. I want her to enjoy this, to do whatever she likes. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, then trail down my back to grip my ass.

  “I’ve been dying to know what this feels like,” she says, breaking the kiss and squeezing me tighter. “Every time I’m in class, I have a hard time paying attention because you’re so damn sexy. I want to know what it’s like to touch you, to have you in my hands.”

  My blood roars through my veins as she brings her hands to the front of my jeans and undoes the button with a little flick of her fingers, her eyes watching my face as she draws the zipper down slowly.

  I force myself to keep my eyes open as she continues to explore, needing to see every expression, every thought that flickers in her expressive eyes. When she reaches into my boxer briefs and wraps her hand around my cock, the way her green eyes widen with a mix of shock and excitement makes me even harder, though I didn’t know that was even possible, as I’m already fighting to stave off the need to come.

  Tearing her gaze from mine, she removes her hand and pushes my jeans to the floor, leaving me in only my boxer briefs, my dick tenting up at her as if it’s trying to send her the message I want to shout to the world. You, yes you, right there. You’re the one I want.

  “Holy shit, Aiden,” she gasps. “You’re fucking huge.”

  Something every guy wants to hear. Except I worry that it might intimidate her, make her reconsider.

  I’m about to tell her it’s okay, that we can take this slowly, that we don’t have to do it all tonight, but then she says something that shocks the hell out of me.

  “I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

  “Fucking hell, woman,” growl, wrenching her toward me and kissing her hard as I lift her shirt up, breaking away from her mouth only long enough to pull it over her head and toss it away. My fingers make quick work of her bra, unclasping it and sending it the way of her shirt.

  For the first time, we’re chest to chest, nothing between us at all, and as her soft tits press into me, the hard nipples teasing my skin, I need there to be nothing left between us. Anywhere.

  I unzip her skirt in a frantic race to get her naked, shoving it to the ground and bending down to unzip her sexy as fuck boots. On my knees in front of her, I can’t resist teasing her clit with my tongue as I remove first one boot, then the other.

  She grips my head, fingers pulling at my hair as she pushes me harder into her pussy, her desperation evident in her needy moans.

  When she’s finally, gloriously naked, I make myself step back, taking her all in. She doesn’t shy away from my perusal. Instead, I swear I see more glistening moisture pool between her legs as she watches me watch her. She lifts a hand to her tits and begins to play with them, tugging and pinching and rubbing. Then she about does me in when she moves her other hand to her pussy.

  I watch, mesmerized, as her finger moves in and out of her, disappearing and reappearing, coated with her juices. I can’t help it. I reach into my boxers and grab my cock, pumping into my fist a few times.

  The eroticism of watching each other touch ourselves seems to turn her on even further. “Make yourself come,” I command. And that’s all it takes. She cries out as she pumps her finger faster, her palm rubbing her clit as her orgasm crashes over her. I have to let go of my cock before I come too. Just from watching her. Fuck.

  She wobbles on her legs as she pulls a coated finger from herself and takes a step toward me. I’m there in a heartbeat, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her, taking her hand and bringing it to my mouth.

  She breathes harder as she watches me lick every last drop from her finger before I say, “I can’t get enough of you, Olivia. The taste of you is tormenting me. I need more.”

  “Yes,” she breathes, and I lift her in my arms and carry her to my bed. She spreads out before me, no longer shy, opening her legs in invitation.

  It’s going to be so fucking hard to control myself. I start to pull down my boxer briefs, and she sits up, biting her lip.

  “Can I—” She breaks off, but I need to know what she wants. How else I can make this first experience for her as mind-blowing as possible.

  She swallows. “I want to touch you.”

  My underwear is gone faster than I can say fuck, and she’s crawling toward the edge of the bed, her eyes on my cock. Reaching out, she pauses, looking up at me as if asking for permission.

  “Have at it, baby.” I grin, and she smiles back, a gleam in her eyes. “You want my cock? It’s yours.”

  She lets out a throaty whimper, and I know my words are as much of a turn on to her as anything else. She wraps her fingers around my thick shaft, giving it an experimental stroke before taking her thumb and running around the rim of my head. She works me over, dropping another hand to cup my balls, and I can’t remember a handjob ever feeling so good. Maybe I’ve been missing out all these years by jumping straight to the sex. Maybe kissing and handjobs are underrated. Or maybe it’s just that everything this woman does is utterly perfect.

  When I’m not sure I can take it any longer, I start to pull back, but then she surprises the hell out of me—something I didn’t know she could still do at this point.
She bends down and takes my cock in her mouth. And not just the tip. No, my girl takes it all the way back, until I can feel the back of her throat. It takes all my self-control not to grip her face and thrust in and out of that perfect mouth until I come down her throat.

  I groan, my head dropping to my chest as I watch those perfect lips suck me. They look even better wrapped around my cock than I imagined. She flicks her tongue, and I feel a tingle at the base of my spine.

  I pull out of her beautiful mouth like a man on fire. Because that’s what I am. I’m burning up, almost to the point of combustion.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, sitting back on her heels.

  I have to laugh as I pull her up on her knees and clutch her to my chest, tilting her head up and brushing the hair from her face, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “Don’t you ever be sorry for that. That was fucking amazing.”

  “Then why did you make me stop? I wasn’t done.”

  “Because I was about to come down your throat,” I tell her, and her eyes go hazy with desire.

  “I think I might like that.”

  Is she even real? I said I didn’t believe in luck, but I sure as hell feel like the luckiest bastard in the history of the world right now.

  I kiss her hard. “Another time. Tonight I want to come in your pussy.”

  She nods, eyes wide. “I want that, too.”

  I lay her back on the bed, and she opens for me, inviting me in. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I quickly roll it on and climb onto the bed.

  The nerves rolling through me give me pause as I hover above her, my hands braced on either side of her head. I shouldn’t feel nervous, but I want this to be perfect for her.

  I drop a soft, tender kiss on her lips, then stare into her eyes. “Are you sure? You’re ready?”

  She licks her lips and pulls my mouth back to hers, arching her hips up toward mine. That’s all the answer I need.

  13

  Olivia

  This is it. The moment I’ve waited for my entire adult life. The moment I give my body to a man. It’s more perfect than I ever imagined. Aiden is more perfect than I imagined.

  The way he kisses, the way he touches me, the way he makes me fall apart in his arms. All that tells me that the way he fucks is sure to blow my mind. And I’m ready. I’m ready to pay up, fulfill my end of the bet, cash in my v-card.

  But that’s not what it feels like I’m doing. It feels like I’m opening myself up, body and soul, to a man who could wreck me. It’s not just sex to me. I see that now. I don’t think it ever could have been just sex with Aiden, even in Vegas. There’s too much there between us, things I’m only just beginning to discover.

  I don’t understand it, but in this moment I don’t have to. I just want to be as close to him as humanly possible.

  I urge him on as I lift my hips to him, as I show him with my tongue what I want him to do to me. He’s brought out a side of me I never knew existed, and I’m loving every second of everything we’ve done together.

  But I need more. I need this.

  He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes as he positions the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Then he pauses, reaching a hand in between us and pressing a finger into my folds. I moan as his finger sinks into me.

  “So fucking wet, baby,” he murmurs, still watching me.

  “Aiden,” I beg, “please. I can’t wait any longer.”

  He nods. “I know. I just need to make sure you’re ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I don’t know that he could hurt me, though when I first laid eyes on his massive erection, I did wonder for a minute how this was going to work. My eyes squeeze shut as he adds another finger, and the way it stretches me feel so good I cry out, “Yes, Aiden, more.”

  He pumps his fingers in and out of me, then kisses my nose as he says, “Tell me how this feels.”

  He adds a third finger, and I gasp, the seemingly opposing sensations of pleasure and pain indistinguishable.

  “Good, so good,” I moan.

  “Look at me,” he commands in that authoritative voice that demands obedience.

  I open my eyes and glance down between us, where his massive cock is teasing my entrance.

  “No,” he says. “Look me in the eye.”

  My gaze darts to his, and holds there. The way he’s watching me, his own gaze so magnetic, I couldn’t look away if I tried.

  He takes his cock in his hand and presses just the tip into my drenched folds, parting me further than ever before. I thought that I couldn’t be stretched further than I was by his fingers, but I was wrong.

  Aiden brings his hand back up to my face, cupping the back of my head and kissing me, deep and slow as he lets me adjust to the first inch of him. His kiss is so seductive, so sensual, that my hips angle up toward him, bucking reflexively, instinctively.

  He smiles against my mouth, then lifts his head and watches me as he pushes further into me. I bite my lip against the intrusion, welcome though it may be.

  “You okay,” he asks, holding himself still, not going any further. I nod, and he says, “Tell me to stop, and I will. If it’s too much, I promise I’ll stop.”

  I nod again, then clutch his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer, urging him on.

  The look on his face is strained, focused, as if it’s taking everything in him to hold back. And I realize that is what he’s doing. He’s holding back, making sure he doesn’t hurt me. My heart melts a little more.

  “Do it, Aiden,” I whisper, digging my nails into his shoulders, bracing myself. “Fuck me.”

  My words seem to break his resolve, and he sinks the rest of the way in, forcing his way past my body’s natural resistance. The sharp, searing bite takes me by surprise, the girth of his cock stretching me and filling me to capacity, and I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut even though he told me to look at him.

  After a second, my body adjusts, and somehow, I feel as if we couldn’t fit together more perfectly.

  I sigh in pleasure and open my eyes, finding him staring down at me intensely. I nod in answer to his unspoken question. “I’m okay. You feel good.”

  He lets out a sharp breath, lowering his forehead to mine. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight, so wet.” He groans as he slowly pulls out, the friction of his cock dragging along my inner walls causing me to shudder. I immediately miss the feel of him inside me and buck my hips again. He answers me with another slow stroke, pushing into me again until he bottoms out.

  I whimper. “More, Aiden. I need more.” It’s nothing like I thought it would be. It’s a million times better. And as he thrusts into me again and again, slowly and gently, I quickly become accustomed to his size, and I begin to feel the now familiar sensations of a building orgasm.

  “More,” I cry out, my eyes still locked on his. “Harder, Aiden.” I can’t get enough of him. He picks up the pace, forcing his way inside me over and over until I feel like I’m about to explode.

  His grunts and groans are so fucking sexy that they only heighten my arousal, knowing it’s me causing him pleasure. I’m the one bringing him to the edge.

  “I don’t know how long I can last, baby,” he mutters. “You’re just so fucking tight. It feels so amazing.”

  His words send me careening over the edge unexpectedly, my body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on his cock as he slams into me harder. Over and over, I pulse around him, crying out his name as I come harder than I ever have before.

  Then I feel him swell up even more inside of me, and he groans again and harshly bites out, “Fuck. Oh, Olivia. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he comes in my pussy, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure.

  The knowledge that I’ve brought him to this edge sends me on another orgasmic wave as the first one crests.

  We collapse together on the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap of satisfaction, Aiden’s head resting on my chest as we catch our breath. After a few minutes, he slowly pulls
out of me, disposes of the condom, then rolls me to my side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest.

  I snuggle in, intertwining my legs with his, and sigh contentedly as he draws lazy circles on my back with his fingertips.

  “How do you feel?” he asks after a minute, kissing the top of my head.

  “Perfect,” I reply. And it couldn’t be further from the truth.

  14

  Aiden

  I’m just finishing the last of the pancakes, humming along to some top forty hit playing on the speakers in my kitchen, when Olivia pads into the room. I turn to smile and say good morning, but instead, I just stop and stare.

  “What?” she asks self-consciously, running her hand through her matted honey-blonde waves. “Am I terrifying in the mornings?”

  I collect my wits shake my head to clear it. “Not at all. I just can’t see you in one of my t-shirts with crazy hair that says you’ve been very well sexed without thinking about bending you over this counter and saying good morning properly.”

  Her mouth parts in a goofy grin, but she wags her finger as if she’s reprimanding me. “You’re insatiable.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I grin, turning off the stove and placing the pan on a back burner to cool. Then I stalk towards her and haul her against me, kissing those lips that are still a bit swollen from the attention they received last night. “I don’t remember hearing any complaints last night.”

  “You won’t be hearing any now, either,” she says breathlessly when I lift my head. She swats my arm playfully. “But haven’t you heard of morning breath?”

  “Does it look like I care,” I ask, showing her just how much I don’t care by pinning her against the island between my arms and assaulting her lips again.

  “Watch it.” She breaks away. “We may not get to breakfast if you keep this up.”

  I lift my brows. “Again. Not making a very good argument here, baby.”