Jewels And Panties: (Book 1-15) Billionaire Romance Series

by Brooke Kinsley

  "The next thing I felt was his hands on my thighs ad his tongue poking its way inside my boxers. He... sucked on my balls and I grew hard immediately. It was just for a second then he was coming back up for air and laughing. He asked me if I liked it and I couldn't respond. I just stared at him, stunned. He said he wouldn't continue if I didn't like but I still couldn't speak. All I could do was just watch this beast in the water and up close he seemed like a giant. He asked if he could touch me and I nodded. He asked me if I was sure and believe it or not, I was sure. I wanted him to touch me.”

  “He wrapped his hand around my cock and started pumping away and it felt so good I was almost crying and I remember melting into the water so much I nearly drowned. I shot out this huge load and saw my cum float to the top of the water and all the while Jason was making these grunting sounds and telling me how gorgeous I was."

  Cooper's eyes were on fire. I could tell he was taking in everything I was saying and storing it up in his head for later use.

  "Then Jason told me I had to return the favor. I was still recovering from the hardest orgasm of my life when he lowered my head and slipped his dick between my lips and instinctively I just knew what to do. It felt so good to have him inside me and even better hearing his moans. He came in about five seconds."

  "Aaw."

  "And then we were done."

  "Aw, really? Five seconds."

  "Yup," I nodded. "Then, like, literally twenty seconds after it was over, my aunt comes out and starts talking to us as though everything was normal. She even perched on the side of the pool as she rattled on about church happenings and idle gossip, all the while not realizing she was only inches away from my floating cum and that we were both naked in front of her. When she went back inside, staggering drunk into the kitchen, we were both howling with laughter. Then we finished our beer, got dried and dressed and never spoke about it again."

  "That's crazy."

  "It is, right? He's still married to my sister and they have four teenage children. I still see him around at family functions and he never says a word about it, never even looks at me funny. It's just like it never happened and that suits me fine."

  "That's one helluva story, kid."

  "Yep."

  I fell silent again. Spilling that out had felt like I'd just had some sort of emotional colonic irrigation. Like I was all light and airy inside. But it was then that I noticed that reliving the moment had given me a raging erection and it was pressing up hard against the inside of my jeans. I was overcome with the instant urge to masturbate. It was like I had to jerk it out or die.

  "I need to head inside," I declared, standing up with a ridiculous abruptness that took Cooper aback. "I could do with a coffee."

  "Okay then," said Cooper, watching me leave. "Want me to join you?"

  There was a glint in his eye. The same glint Jason had.

  "Nope!"

  Chapter Six

  Lincoln

  "Cynthia, I thought you were nuts the first time I saw you but now I'm positive you're a fucking maniac."

  "Just like you," she said.

  I thought for a second. The idea of being just like her made me ill.

  "No, nothing like you."

  "Linx, we're just like each other now. Can't you see that?"

  "No."

  I picked up the case of Tricepthial and made my way toward the basement. There was something I urgently needed to do. Something that she wasn't allowed to be privy to.

  "Where are you going?" she gasped, chasing after me.

  "Away from you."

  "Don't be like that! I did you a favor here. I got you what you wanted."

  She had a point but she still repulsed me. Before I knew it, she was right behind me, hovering over my shoulder as I descended the stairs.

  "Cynthia. I'll get the jet to take you back home and I'll pay you anything you want but I think it's time you left now."

  "Linx, no."

  "Cynthia, yes. I have work here and you don't want to be a part of it."

  "But can't you see that I do!"

  We were now entering the lab. The smell overpowered us for a moment, silenced us with its oppression. All the ice had melted now and there was a thick film of greasy water across the floor. Wires sparked at the edge of the room, threatening to short circuit my entire lab. Fuck, I thought. This place is a mess. It's beyond a mess. It's a catastrophe.

  Thinking back to my old laboratory back in Normont that never had a speck of dust, never had a single item out of place or a wire left tangled. What had I become? Out of everything that had disgusted me, this was somehow the worst because it meant I had dropped the high standards that made me the powerful man I was now. Although that power was now fading along with my reputation.

  "I can help you down here," said Cynthia.

  She was behind me, mopping the water from the floor making sure to work her way around Etta. Watching her for a moment, I wondered how long she was going to keep up this ridiculous performance. Did she actually think she was worthy of being down here in my lab, working with me when she hadn't the faintest idea what she was doing? She was just about as educated in science and technology as a field mouse.

  Yet still, she mopped the floor, rang out the water into a bucket then dried the tiles. When the ground was dried out, she knelt down and carefully lifted Etta's face like a mother lifting a baby out its cot.

  "Don't touch her!" I fumed.

  But she continued to brush the hair from Etta's eyes. Gently, she placed her back into the box, brushed her hair out with her fingers until it was neat then retrieved the sheet that once covered her. With great care, she tucked her in so that once again, she looked as though she was sleeping.

  "I'll get more ice," she said. "But first let's deal with these wires. Where's the fuse box?"

  With a look of bewilderment, I pointed my thumb back behind me to where the box lay. With a rather manly nod of acknowledgement, she ventured over and a second later, after she'd flicked a series of switches, the room was plunged into darkness.

  "Cynthia, you tiny moron, what have you done?"

  "Oh, calm down you massive imbecile," she retorted. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark."

  "I'm afraid of what you're going to do."

  I could hear her scuttling around in the dark like a cockroach and it terrified me. Could it be possible that she was the most frightening person I'd ever met but somehow the smallest? She was no bigger than a child but had the horrifying and uncanny ability to control everything. I got the impression she was going to be my apprentice whether I liked it or not.

  "Now what are you doing?" I called out to her in the dark.

  "Be quiet, kid."

  "Who are you calling kid?"

  There was more scuttling. The sound of snipping, quick breathing, fast footsteps, a door opening and closing. There was the click of the switches in the fusebox and then there was light. It hurt my eyes and I blinked away the burningsensation. When I regained my vision, I noticed she'd secured the wires and had untangled the spaghetti like a mass of cables that lay beneath my desk.

  "There," she said, dusting off her hands. "The place won't kill you now. Happy?"

  I had to admit that I was.

  "Delighted," I said. "Thank you."

  "You're very welcome," she said. "No matter what Gustav said about me I was pretty skilled with my hands. My father was a bit of a jack of all trades but he taught me how to wire a house when I was eight and hotwire a car when I was nine. I was fixing cars when I was twelve."

  "Nice," was all I could say, impressed. "And there's me thinking you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth like Schiele."

  "Pah!" she spat. "I was raised in Kansas to a family of degenerates who I loved dearly, bless their souls. I didn’t' always have it so easy."

  "Neither did I."

  We shared a smile of understanding. Are we bonding for real? I thought. Are we having some sort of moment?

  "Thank you for...
" I nodded toward Etta.

  "She's still beautiful."

  "She'll be beautiful like she used to be soon now that I have this," I tapped the case of Tricepthial.

  "I can't wait to meet her," said Cynthia, her hands clasped in front of her as she regarded Etta like a matron checking in on her ward.

  "Bodies don't bother you?" I asked her.

  "Of course not," she said. "I've seen a fair few in my time."

  Her voice was clipped and she glanced away. Clearly, this wasn't something she wanted to elaborate on.

  "You can stay," I found myself saying before I could think it through properly. "Just... let me do my thing, okay?"

  "Okay," she nodded. "But first, we get more ice."

  Chapter Seven

  Berger

  It was dark outside but I didn't know what time it was. The only clock lay on the wall in the kitchen but I gathered it had stopped years ago. There was no way to know how long I'd been hiding in my room. When Cooper came knocking in the middle of the afternoon to check on me I'd pretended to be asleep and when he came again, I hit beneath the covers like a kid despite it being sweltering under there.

  I was shy all over again just like that time I was in the hot tub. There was this tremendous sense of shame and awkwardness in my gut but at the same time, I was excited. Excited like I was on the cusp of experiencing a great and inevitable pleasure.

  As the temperature gradually began to drop, I figured out it was must have been around midnight. There wasn't a sound outside and the sky was like velvet. The white moonlight kissed the sand, its silver presence shining across the desert. I felt safe inside my room with only a mattress on the floor, a single chair and a jug of water. But I was terrified because I knew once I left these four walls I was going to have to come to terms with what I wanted to do. I wanted to feel a man again.

  Cooper was in his own room on the other side of the wall. I couldn't figure out what the noise was in there. It was like he was rearranging the furniture or something but maybe he was just sleepless and horny like me and was desperate to stop himself coming in here just like I was eager to stop myself going in there.

  The pitcher of water now lay almost empty and my bladder was on the brink of bursting. I'd managed to hold it in for a few hours then, when it started to hurt, I'd done all the usual moves; crossed my legs, lay on my stomach, hunched myself over into a ball but even that became excruciating and I knew I'd have to head outside to piss sooner or later. I even thought about pissing out the window but the ledge was too high and the chair didn't look strong enough to hold me.

  For a long while, taking deep breaths to numb the pain in my bladder, I lay on the dusty mattress just waiting for the sound of Cooper to die down so I could go outside. At last, when I thought he'd never go to sleep, there was the creak of the bedsprings and a few minutes later, I could hear the gentle rumble of him snoring.

  "Thank fuck."

  I leapt up and carefully opened the door making sure not to tread on any creaky floorboards as I tiptoed down the hall. When I reached the kitchen, I could hear the squeak of his bedsprings again but he was just rolling over, resuming his snoring as he continued to sleep.

  Once outside, I practically ripped my boxers to shreds in a bid to free my penis and at last, when I began to urinate, a flood of relief washed over me. I'd never felt a thing like it.

  "Aaah!"

  I couldn't even stop myself from breathing out with satisfaction. Then, when there was a puddle in the sand and the little piss filled pouch of my stomach had deflated, I zipped myself up and headed back inside.

  "So you're alive, then," came a voice from the darkness.

  I froze.

  I couldn't see him but I knew he was there because I could hear his heavy breathing. I could smell him too.

  "I'm alive," I said, not sure what else to say.

  "You were in that room a long time," said Cooper. "Thought you were never coming out."

  "Just so tired," I said.

  It was a feeble excuse.

  "I've been thinking," he said as he stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

  He leaned against the counter and reached for an apple, biting into it hungrily as the juice erupted from the red skin.

  "About what you said earlier," he mumbled with a full mouth. "Actually, I can't stop thinking about it."

  He swallowed hard, wiped the juice from his mouth with the back of his hand and set the apple down.

  "Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to talk to a man about..."

  I couldn't hold it any longer. It was going to happen. It had to. No matter how much I wanted to control myself. The energy between us was growing, heating up, becoming overpowering. I took a step toward him and he took one too. Hesitating for a second, I halted halfway toward him and he held his breath. What are you doing? I asked myself. Do you really want to do this?

  But before I could question myself anymore, he was throwing himself at me and his apple scented lips were pressed up against mine and he was groaning, groaning so loudly as he wrapped his wiry arms around my waist. I so badly didn't want to enjoy it but I enjoyed it more than I could even describe and I was grabbing at him too, pulling his body to mine until we were both hard and grinding against each other.

  His body felt hard and almost wrong. I wasn't used to holding a man but I hadn't realized until now how much I'd wanted to. We wrestled each other until we were stumbling into his bedroom and tumbling down onto his broken bed with the springs crying out as they struggled with the weight of us. His fingers were fast as he pulled down my zipper and I watched in awe as his calloused hands took control of my cock.

  This shouldn't feel so good but it does, I thought as I closed my eyes. Then the sensation of his hardened fingers gave way to something soft and moist and so completely perfect and exquisite that I felt my heart beat so fast I was sure I would faint. When I looked down, I saw his lips around my length, could feel his tongue pressed up against the tip and his hands around my balls. He sucked as though I was giving him life. He sucked as though he'd been waiting for my cock his entire life. He sucked like he loved me.

  I grabbed his head and pressed it down further. He coughed and gagged a little but his eyes were twinkling and when I let go, he raised his face and I saw he was laughing.

  "You taste sweet," he said, still coughing.

  I didn't want him to talk. I wanted him to suck. Grabbing his hair, I pressed his head back down until all my length was inside his mouth and down his throat and he was groaning louder than I was as I fucked his face.

  His hand was beneath him, working up down his own cock as he writhed against the bed. We were both loud, both desperate, both so close to coming we were almost blind. And when he tugged on my balls, raising one finger, that one finger that would bring it to an end, I thought I saw heaven. I ejaculated as he inserted it, screaming with my eyes rolling back in my head as I ripped at his hair. There was nothing but a divine white light in my eyes, nothing but this rush of feelings down below. I'd even stopped breathing. For a second, I was sure I'd even stopped living.

  When the white light faded and I was once again seeing the brown wood of the homemade furniture, the broken lamp overhead and the splintered floorboards, I touched my cheek and felt tears. Reaching out my tongue, I tasted the saltiness that was running down my face.

  Then I felt the stickiness on the sheets. Spit and cum covered us both. Cooper was unmoving, lying face down with his hand still on my balls.

  "Hey."

  I nudged him and he didn't move.

  "Hey, Coup?"

  He still didn't move. I couldn't even hear him breathing.

  "Jesus Christ, Cooper!"

  Slowly, he lifted his head and licked his lips before chuckling to himself.

  "Fuck, Coup. I thought I'd killed you."

  "Thought you'd choked me to death with your cock? What a way to die. I'd reach the pearly gates smiling if I went like that."

  Exh
aling hard, I flung myself back against the bed and wiped the tears from my face. I didn't know it was possible to even feel something like that. When I looked back down, I saw he was in a deep sleep, his hands still between my legs but his fingers now thankfully loose. He began to snore as I burrowed down beside him and he grunted as I tried to fight for the covers. It was too damn hot anyway so I lay beside him wearing just my t-shirt.

  I was exhausted and beyond satisfied but I couldn't sleep because I was too happy, too excited now that I had been opened up to this new experience. It struck me that I had wasted so many years only experiencing women and what a true waste of time that was when there were men to touch, kiss, feel, and fuck too.

  The sun came up and I still couldn't sleep. There was a bird chirping at the window and it annoyed me. It wouldn't stop. Soon it stopped chirping and began pecking away at the side of the wall. Annoyed, I got up to see what it was doing. Maybe it had found a tasty mouse in the gutter or something. Opening the window, I reached my head out and looked up. It was up near the roof ripping off pieces of wood like a wily little bastard.

  "Shoo!"

  I waved my arm at it but it didn't care. Banging my hand against the wall, I tried to frighten it but it didn't work either. It continued to rip pieces of wood off until it was eventually inside the roof.

  "Little shit."

  Sitting back in bed, I could see the sweat begin to glisten on Cooper's back as the heat rose. I didn't think there would ever come a time when a person could cope with the heat down here. Only lizards could enjoy it.

  Lying beside him, I closed my eyes but finally, when I thought sleep was going to come to me, I heard that fucking bird again. This time it was right above the ceiling, pecking away at more wood. No matter how much I tried to ignore it and sleep, the louder it seemed to get until I was sure I was going to kill that little bastard and eat him for breakfast.