Bare Skin: A Billionaire Romance

by Leah Holt

  Cupping her breast, she exchanged our kiss for a moan. The coo hit my ears, sending a wave of static over my muscles. Each one firmed, pulsing and shaking with demand.

  Flicking the hardened bead under her dress, I pinched her nipple. Willow's head fell back against the wall, rolling to the side as she bit her lip.

  Bringing her hands up to my chest, she danced her fingertips down the corded muscles of my abs. “Kash,” she said under her breath.

  “Say my name again.” Dragging my teeth over the bare skin of her collarbone, her body shuddered.

  “Kash.” The way she said my name, the way the single word fell off her tongue, it made my heart jump. The thumping intensified, beating so forcefully it pained me.

  And I didn't want her stop, I wanted to keep hearing her say it. Her voice was harmony, the sound of strings on a harp as they're played by an angel.

  Working my hand down to her thigh, I reached under the slit and grabbed her ass. The girl had meat on her, and I loved it. There was just enough for a perfect handful, the right amount of woman to make me melt.

  And I was ready to melt inside her, fill her with my cum as she squeezed around my cock.

  But I can't. Not yet.

  Willow lifted her leg, curling it around my waist. Sliding my hand over her warm center, the cotton was damp. Her juice was slicking her inner thighs, warm and ready for me to enter.

  Her hands drifted to my pants, fiddling with the belt. The sound of leather pulling free, the quiet pop of my button, the metal ping of my zipper, all echoed around us. My cock jumped free, the cool night breeze finding its way over my shaft.

  “If you want to stop me, now's the time.” I whispered her one chance to end this. Her one opportunity to take control and end this.

  Please don't stop me. Don't stop.

  I can't stop.

  She didn't speak, she didn't shake her head. Willow wrapped her hand around my length, rolling her hips forward. Guiding my cock to her entrance, her eyes locked on mine.

  Holding her ass, I flicked her panties to the side, pushing the crown in. Her lips split open, wet and eager to take me in.

  That was all I needed, in one fast thrust, I split her wide open. Her head arched back, mouth falling open to release a loud moan from deep inside her lungs.

  Definitely not a virgin, not with how quickly she accepted my thick cock.

  I became nothing more than hormones, desperate to make her scream, beg, ache for me to go deeper.

  My hands came up and captured her face, kissing her in every desire I had. Her body arched, rocking with my pace. She had lost her fight, lost her control, and I was taking her, making her mine.

  Making her feel what I'd felt since that night, since the night she let me taste just a small piece of her body.

  Her dress shifted higher as I lifted both her legs around my waist, thrust after thrust we swayed together. Our breathing mimicked each others, inhaling and exhaling in fluent bursts and short pants.

  “Kash?” Her quiet question was almost missed as the wind tore through the alley.

  My eyes met hers, thrusts slowing to feed her wonder. “Yeah?”

  “Please don't cum in me, okay?”

  Cum in her?

  I'm thinking about nothing but ravaging her body, and she's worried about me blowing a load in her?

  It wouldn't matter if you asked or not, Princess.

  “Absolutely, Willow. Anything for you.”

  I felt her already relaxed muscles, lose all tension. Her head rolled onto my shoulder, pussy eagerly sliding over my dick. Digging my fingers into her ass, I held her in place, pushing her back into the brick.

  And she fully accepted all of me, letting my cock devour her soul. Her body became rigid, moans growing in sound.

  Cum, Baby, cum on my cock.

  I want to feel you, feel your pleasure.

  The final moan pushed out from the back of her throat, her entire frame giving way and leaning onto my shoulder. Every shiver that radiated over her body sent me to the edge of insanity.

  My balls began to tighten, pulling up and wrapping around my gut. In one quick thrust, I pulled myself free. Holding my shaft, the head of my dick spurted its life blood. Pump after pump the pearly cum claimed her thigh.

  Right then, right in that moment, I knew I had gained her trust.

  I did what she asked me, I gave her the one request she threw my way.

  She didn't need to know that I planned to pull out anyway. I was worlds away from wanting a family, and getting her knocked up was one thing she didn't have to worry about.

  I didn't deserve a family, I'd make a horrible father figure. With everything I put my family through...

  That was a conversation for another time, another day when we shared some piece of each others past.

  For now, I gave her comfort. I would listen, I would do as she asked.

  And she had given herself to me.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Willow

  Shit! Shit. Shit. Shit.

  My hand feathered through my hair, tucking loose strands behind my ears. I stood awkwardly, half leaning against the wall, half hunched over trying to catch my breath.

  Did I really just do that?

  With him? With Kash...

  In an alley?

  Adjusting my dress, I didn't want to look at him. My eyes looked up, they looked down, they darted around the weakly maintained concrete. But not at him, not yet.

  What is that?

  Is that...

  It sure was, a dirty homeless man sleeping in a cardboard box, ten feet away from us. That sight sure as hell didn't help the anxiety scaling my lungs.

  Did he see us?

  Forcing the thought away, I could feel Kash grinning. I didn't have to look at him to know his face was charged with excitement, I could hear it clear enough.

  His lungs were audible, his muscles were flexing, and his teeth were the brightest things in that shadowed shell cupping our silhouettes.

  I just let him screw me in an alley!

  Which oddly enough, was embarrassing, and freeing; unexpected and wanted. It was a release of more than just my raw need to have him touch me, to have him take control of me.

  I wanted Kash, an animalistic drive was feeding my insides and taking hold. He was everything I needed. He was strong, he was centered, he knew and took what he wanted.

  Kash had taken the choice and made the decision for me, leaving me limited room to choose a different option.

  I didn't want a different option.

  I wanted him.

  For me, it was the first time ever that I did something spontaneous, thought lacking, completely out of character.

  Something for me, just for me.

  I wasn't trying to appease someone else, I wasn't trying to just go with it for fear of loneliness and living life solo.

  And I felt liberated.

  Beth would be proud.

  This was what she wanted for me, what she had been barking at me for years. She wanted me to grab life by the balls, take the world in my hands and make it mine.

  Sex in an alley might seem like an odd choice to start with, but it was more than that.

  The old Willow would have shoved him away, the old Willow wouldn't have even stepped foot in that restaurant... Or put on that dress.

  But I wasn't that person, I had painted her away. Clenching around who I wanted to be, stealing the new me and holding her on a pedestal.

  I can't believe I actually did it.

  I can't believe I actually changed.

  “Can I walk you home?” Kash asked, tugging his belt tight around his waist, and sticking the extra leather in the loop. Straightening his jacket, he brushed the sides, lips still holding a permanent smile.

  A raspy voice broke the awkward silence I left hanging in the air. “You should let him, Honey. This city ain't safe after dark.”

  Both our heads jerked to the box resting a little further in the alley. The dirt streaked fac
e of the homeless man was peering out, his eyes reflecting the light off the main road.

  “Thank you kind Sir.” Kash said, his head still tilted in surprise. “Maybe she'll take your advice over mine.” Holding his hand to his lips, he whispered as if I wasn't standing right there. “This one's a bit stubborn.”

  Covering my eyes with my hands, the embarrassment I had felt was now a full fledged roaring tsunami. I wasn't sure if that guy had just watched us, or if he happened to wake up right then.

  I wasn't sure how much he saw or didn't realize what was happening at the entrance to his home. His voice floated out with an unsteady, half drunken, toothless accent.

  The homeless guy could have been completely passed out, or wide awake getting off on the real life porno right in front of his face.

  Well, there's a story to add to my resume of embarrassing moments.

  Laughing, I said. “What no limo, Mr. Money?” I tried so hard to just accept the moment, take it in stride.

  So what if some random guy just watched us have sex in alley. It didn't matter, that shit probably happened all the time.

  Right?

  “Limos aren't...” Searching the sky for an answer, he said, “Personal. But walking is.” His hands fell onto his chest, flattening the creases. And I couldn't stop my gaze, my eyes were drawn to his power, his strength. I was melting again, ready for round two.

  Flicking my eyes away, I folded my arms, making a feeble attempt to regain control over my own body. “Really, how so? We can talk in a limo, just like walking.” The words came out, but my insides were pulling me in a different direction.

  I wanted more, more of him. I could feel my panties growing wetter, desire crawling its way back between my thighs.

  I wanted him again, and again, and again.

  “No. A limo would just make me want to take you in the back seat. Which isn't a bad thing, but walking will get us there quicker, you only live a couple blocks from here.”

  That's right, he knows where I live.

  How did I forget that?

  “Why do we need it to be quick?” Fixing my tousled hair, I brushed the knots out with my fingers. “So you can get your dress back?” A light smile kicked to one side, as I let out a playful giggle.

  I'm even talking with more confidence.

  I could feel the small voice growing, morphing into a confident, assertive woman. No longer was I that uncomfortable child, that dull and weak friend. I had found myself, here in this alley.

  Found myself here; in this city, in this life.

  My life.

  “That's your dress now, red isn't my color. But it's definitely yours.” His thick hand cupped the dip in my spine, fingertips digging in possessively. “Come on, I want to make sure you get home safe.”

  “You're really going to keep this up?”

  “What?”

  “That you care. I mean you got what you wanted, didn't you?”

  Say no, say you want more.

  “Do you have shit between your ears? I meant everything I said earlier. And I'm willing to show you till you finally believe me.”

  Flutters sped up my heart beat, wings cultivating the edges of the muscle and taking flight. A thin smile crept over my jaw, claiming my already flushed cheeks.

  Stepping into the light of the busy street, I wrapped my arms tighter round my chest. The night air held a chill, a gentle breeze blew around my legs and hurdled over my skin. Goosebumps jetted up over my arms as I shivered. Rubbing my arms vigorously over the chilled skin, I tried to warm them up.

  “Cold?” Kash asked.

  “A little.” My eyes scanned the sidewalk, looking to see if any faces lingered on us longer than they should.

  Had anyone else stood by and listened?

  Watched?

  Did others take pleasure in what we did? I couldn't help but wonder if anyone else besides the homeless guy had seen us.

  Although I knew I shouldn't be surprised if they did. We were tucked into an alley, right off a main street. The sidewalk was flooded with people— some stranger than others— but even the most heavenly sent pair of eyes would snatch a quick look at two people ravaging each other in a public place.

  I know I would've if I was passing by. Hey, so kill me for being honest, but we all know it's human nature.

  Curiosity was a bitch.

  The weight of his arms shoved the thought from my mind. “Here.” Slipping his coat off his shoulders, he draped it over mine.

  It was strange, the heavy material wrapped me like it was his warm flesh. I felt safe, I felt comfort, I felt...

  Complete.

  You're insane!

  That's impossible.

  There was no way I could have had all these feelings from one hot night in a fucking alley, with a guy I didn't know.

  But he gave me attention, he gave me everything that lacked in my life.

  Touch, desire, want, and... And...

  No, stop.

  You're becoming obsessed.

  I felt childish, like a young, love, swooned girl who had fallen for the first guy she ever slept with.

  Kash wasn't my first, but he had given me more in that one moment than the two other guys I had been with.

  His hands were magic, his lips were soft and delicious. Every part of him sealed me in a state of pleasure, even when he was just walking by my side.

  Is this normal? Or completely crazy?

  I'm going crazy.

  “Thanks, I didn't know you could be such a gentleman.”

  “Well, you don't know me yet. Do you?” His fingers glided softly over the back of my neck.

  Pursing my lips, I cocked my head. “I could say the same for you.”

  “Why do you think I'm walking you home?”

  “I thought it was for safety?”

  “That's one reason.” His fingers teased the edges of my hair, sending prickles across my nape.

  “And the other?”

  Kash's hand curled into the base of my skull, tugging the roots. My head tilted, neck falling closer to his chest. “There's more than one, Willow.”

  With his hands tucked snug into my hair, wrapping and twisting the strands, he dropped his lips to my ear. “There's so much I want to know about you...” Pausing, his tongue traced the shell of my ear. “Now that I've tasted your pussy, we can get to the hard stuff.”

  What the hell is that supposed to mean?

  Does he think I'm easy?

  Fuck. Did I just screw up royally?

  With those confusing and heated words, he crushed my lungs in the palm of his hand. My chest was rising with anger, exhaling with fury. My body wasn't a challenge, I wasn't a conquest for him to climb and accomplish.

  I was never a girl who just gave herself away. But he was hard to resist, even harder to say no to. His hands spoke to my body, telling it what to do and how.

  Had I just confirmed to him that I was a woman eager for dick?

  Did Kash have some sort of bet with himself to get in my pants?

  Did he win?

  Because he was so wrong, I'm nothing like that, even if my body was demanding it.

  Asshole.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kash

  Why did her face go from flushed berry pink to bright crimson? Her shoulders cocked back, feet planting themselves firm into the sidewalk.

  “Excuse me?” She snapped. “Who do you think you are?”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  Holding a finger inches from my face, Willow's eyes blackened with a devilish glow. “I'm not a slut, do you understand me?”

  “I never said you were. What the hell is your problem?”

  “You know what, I can get myself home just fine. Why don't you go back to the hole you crawled out of.” Her feet skipped forward, heel slamming the pavement with determination.

  “Willow, what the hell is your issue?”

  “Forget it, Kash, and forget everything else too. I don't need your help, I do
n't need your smart mouth, and I don't need you.” Her arms stiffened by her sides, fingers clutching the small purse violently.

  “We didn't even get into the business part yet, why are you freaking out?”

  Huffing under her breath, she shot me a death stare and stormed onward. Her hair bounced side to side, neck filling in with angry veins.

  “Fine, go. Have a nice night, Willow. I know I will, I'm already feeling better.”

  No, I don't feel better now. What a lie, a bold faced lie.

  I wanted to get her home, wanted to hear her tell me all the small quirks she had, all the things she loved, and things she never told another soul.

  What the hell is wrong with her? What did I say?

  Twirling a hand in the air, I watched her go. I let her think I didn't care, that her leaving didn't matter to me. But it did. And it smacked me harder across the face than it would've if she hit me herself.

  Fuck, why is this so hard?

  Keeping my eyes firmly on her as she pressed on, the dress made her ass look delicious. Plump and firm, it jiggled with perfection under the red silk. Seeing her go hurt, but watching her go wasn't so bad.

  Not with a view like that. Her back was highlighted under the streetlights, each muscle smoothly defined. Following the lines, I let my eyes rest on the two dimples above her ass.

  That dress really was the best one for her. It was made for her.

  For her beauty.

  I planned on following her anyway, whether she like it or not. I had to make sure she got home alright. But I needed to wait a few minutes, give some space between us so she didn't try to elude my protection.

  This city wasn't safe, especially at this hour. And a vixen like her, alone and exposed, emotional, and defenseless...

  Willow was a walking target.

  Didn't she hear the guy in the box?

  This City isn't safe after hours.

  She needed me. I wasn't going to let some freak off the street threaten her, or worse...

  The idea made me sick, curdling my stomach with torrents of knots and boulders. They thrashed around my gut, colliding and spilling into the back of my throat.

  Give her another minute, then follow.

  The sound of sirens sprung up around me, the loud horns growing from distant to right in my fucking ear in a blink of the eye. I watched three of them go streaming past, making a sharp left down the street in front of me.