A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (15 page)

“I’m just messing with you. It means I like you.”

“Like a girl on the playground, huh?”

I grinned. “Exactly. Actually, I was a bit of a lush and pot head and day tripper for a while. I’ve been trying to just stay sober for a while.”

“I can respect that.” He motioned for me to follow him with a nod of his head. “I’ve never really been big on drugs or alcohol, really.”

I followed him into his humungous kitchen.

“Interesting. I thought all you hacker types were on pot or Adderall.”

“No, they drug test at the station, and I like my job.”

“I can respect that.”

“Dinner is just about done. I stuck with pasta. It’s my own sauce.”

“Can I taste?”

“Sure.”

He walked over to the stove and stuck a spoon into the red sauce. As he held it for me, with a hand underneath it, I leaned forward and blew on it. We made eye contact for a moment. He looked away as I tasted. It was tasty.

“Mmm. Good.”

“If you want to have a seat at the table, I’ll get everything ready.”

I sat down at the small, circular table for two against the wall opposite the stove and counter. Plates were laid out with napkins, silverware, and two candles in the center. Damn. I’m impressed. He brought the food over to the table then took off his apron. His clothes were conservative, but he wasn’t a slob like Xander had been. Another point for you, Thurston.

After dinner, which was filled with light conversation and laughter, he brought out a cake he’d baked himself. It only had one candle in the center. I wonder how old he is… The subject had never come up in any of our many conversations before as we’d gotten to know each other at the radio station. I decided to find out.

“I can’t believe I’m twenty-two,” I said.

“I was going to ask, but I wanted to be polite.”

“Aww, how sweet.” I hope you’re not that sweet later when we’re making out! “How old are you?”

“Twenty four next month. An old man.”

“Dirty old man?” I teased.

He cut us both a small piece of the cake and placed them on clean desert plates. It wasn’t the best cake I’d ever had before, but it wasn’t too bad. I ate slow, trying to come up with a game plan on how to make a move on him. I was pretty certain he wouldn’t make one on me on our first date. Does he even think of this as a date? I pushed my doubts to the back of my mind.

“Thanks again for dinner and the cake,” I said.

“Are you leaving?”

“No, why?”

“Oh, it sounded like you were getting ready to say goodbye.”

“I hope the night’s not ending this early. It’s my first birthday sober in a long time.”

“We’re just going to have to find something else to do,” he said.

“Like what?” I placed the last piece of my slice of cake into my mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know. Our hobbies probably don’t match up very well.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re a very beautiful woman who is probably out all the time with one guy or another.”

I laughed. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“A desirable one.”

“Yeah, but maybe I don’t like most of the men who desire me.”

“Do you want to go into the living room and relax?” he asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

We walked into the living room. His suede couch was one of the most comfortable I’d ever sit on in my life – and I’d been a babysitter for a billionaire for two years!

“This couch is so comfortable,” I said, leaning back. “I could stay here all night.”

“Feel free,” he said, sitting down on the opposite end.

The cushion between us became a sort of no man’s land. Is he ready for a sexual battle?

“Don’t tempt me.” I sat up a little. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do to relax if you don’t drink or smoke pot or anything? Are you like a health nut or something?”

“I like to have sex,” he said casually without any hesitation.

I nodded my head like an idiot as I tried to digest the information he’d just shared with me.

“So you’re one of those geek freaks in the sheets?” I asked, waiting for him to laugh and say he was just joking around with me.

“I guess so. Lately I’ve been too busy to really be with anyone.”

“Yeah, me too. I mean, I don’t sleep around a lot, but…” I let my voice trail off.

“Same here. I had a few people who were casual partners, but they’re both with someone else now.”

My heart beat faster as I tried to maintain a calm and cool exterior.

“Right on. I was in Cleveland a while before I moved to Fort Wayne.”

“A Cleveland girl, huh?”

“Oh, hell no,” I said, a little too quickly.

“Well, I’m glad you made it to Fort Wayne.”

“Me too.” I paused a moment. “Hey, since we’re being honest and open with each other, which I like by the way, I want to tell you something.”

“Shoot.”

“You’re actually the reason I stopped in Fort Wayne. I was on my way to California, and I heard your voice interrupt a song on the radio.”

His eyes widened. “You heard that!”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it was hilarious. I said to myself, ‘Self, you gotta meet that guy.’”

“You’re different, Nikki. I like you.”

“I like you too.”

My eyes glanced down at the cushion between us then back to his face. His emotions, as usual, were hidden quite well. I wanted to break down his walls and see what was behind them. As we stared at each other, a mischievous grin spread over his face.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re twenty-two.”

“Right. And?”

“Well, in my family, we have a tradition. It usually ends on the twenty-first birthday, but since I didn’t know you last year, I think I should be able to share the tradition with you?”

“What’s the tradition?”

“Birthday spankings.”

The way he said the words made them sound dirty and sexual. I loved his voice. It was even better when it spoke sexy words. His moans are probably musical.

“Interesting. I don’t think…”

Before I could finish, he lunged toward me. I screamed and jumped off the couch. He followed as I ran around the coffee table. Both of us were laughing when I let him catch me. His arms held me captive for a moment as we tried to catch our breath. I stared deeply into his eyes, and I suddenly realized it was going to happen. Luckily, I’d worn my nice red panties.

He loosened his arms. I broke free and walked to the side of the couch and bent over one of the arms. When I craned my head around to look at him, he had a lust filled smile on his face. He walked over slowly and lightly tapped my ass with his palm. I’d never really been into spanking before, but it was exciting, and I wanted more from him.

“Do it harder,” I whispered.

His hand came down on my ass again, this time a little harder. “Two,” he said. Then again, with slightly more force. “Three.”

“No…” I giggled, enjoying the sensation. “Lift up my skirt.”

After he lifted my short skirt, exposing my thong panties buried deep between my shapely ass cheeks. His hand came down again, stinging my skin a little.

“My safe word is Chicago Party,” I said.

The next time his hand touched my skin, it was harder. Again! Harder! As if he could read my thoughts, his next few slaps were forceful. When he reached twenty-two, I got up and turned around. Before he could say anything, I wrapped my hands around his waist and kissed him on the lips. It was bliss, like we’d been made to kiss each other. He anticipated my every move.

“How kinky are we going to get tonight?” I asked, breaking away for a moment.

“Depends on you, birthday girl. You have any special fantasies?”

I can’t tell him!

“Well, kinda, but…”

“Tell me. No judgment from me.”

“You’re not going to believe this, but it’s kinda geeky.”

“Wait, you have an inner geek? Can tonight get any better? Your fantasy isn’t being Princess Leia, is it?”

I smiled. “Close, but no police box.”

“Doctor Who!”

A look of shock and delight spread over his face.

“Yeah, I knew you probably watched it. I got hooked a couple summers ago when I was a babysitter.”

“Incredible. I never would’ve taken you for a Whovian.”

I giggled. “A what?”

“A Whovian. Are you telling me you’re not a true fan?”

“Well, I like the show, but I’ve never gone to a convention or anything.”

“We’re going to have to go to one.”

“Definitely. Are you ready to hear my fantasy?”

He nodded.

“It’s not really anything too kinky. I just always wondered what it would be like to be taken by the Doctor.”

“Wait here,” he said.

I watched as he walked to what I imagined was his bedroom. A moment later, he returned to the living room wearing a fez on the top of his head. My hands moved to my mouth as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle my laughter. With a big smile on his face, he came over to me. One of his hands was behind his back. Are we in character now? What the hell? This is amazing.

“Hello, Amy. How are you today?”

“Not bad, Doctor.”

“I have something for you.”

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow.

“It’s for that problem you were having. You’ll need to trust me, okay?”

I nodded, getting drawn into the fantasy. “Okay. What should I do?”

“You’ll need to get naked first. If you don’t, this might backfire terribly and destroy the TARDIS.”

He watched me closely, his hand still behind his back, as I pulled off my shirt. His eyes moved to my breasts then back to my face as I took off my skirt. I wanted him to get undressed too, but I decided to play along with him.

“Those too,” he said, pointing at my panties with his left hand.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” I snapped, pretending to be upset.

“This should cure all your problems.”

After my panties and bra were both on the floor, I sat down on his couch. He approached, moving his hand from behind his back. In it, I saw what looked like a sonic screwdriver combined with a vibrator. As I watched it intently, he pressed a button and it began buzzing with a familiar noise. My legs spread as he knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“No. On the contrary, you may enjoy it. But if it doesn’t work, I have other methods.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Okay, Doctor. You know best.”

The buzzing vibrator pressed lightly against one of my nipples, causing it to get harder. He moved it to my other nipple for a few seconds before sliding it lower on my body. My breathing quickened as he sent the good kind of chills racing through my body. Eventually, the toy brushed against my pussy lips. I moaned, adjusting my hips on the couch.

“That’s good,” I murmured.

“It gets better.”

He ran the smooth, metal tip up and down the length of my slit. I didn’t think it could get any better until he slid the tip inside my tight, wet pussy. I arched my back, trying to get him to stick it in even further. The vibrations were incredible. As he pushed it in and out of me, he reached up with his other hand and pinched my nipples.

Even without alcohol or drugs, ecstasy washed over my body. Everywhere he touched me tingled. My orgasm crept closer like a big cat on the African prairie. Meow. Moans became screams became laughter. Emotions flooded my mind. I looked down at him in that silly fez, and I wanted him even more. Before I came, I pushed him away.

“Fuck me,” I said, out of breath. “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, hold on.”

A moment later, he had his clothes off and was once again kneeling in front of me. I rubbed my clitoris myself as he tugged at his cock to get it hard. When he pressed the tip against my wet, pussy lips, I moaned – loudly. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was him penetrating me completely. As I arched my back, he slipped his condom covered dick into me.

I watched his face, which was finally showing emotion, as he slid in and out of my slowly, almost too tenderly. He must have noticed I wasn’t enjoying it too much, because he started fucking me faster and harder as I sat on the edge of the couch. His hands grabbed my breasts and massaged them as our bodies found a natural and pleasurable rhythm.

This was unlike anything I’d experienced in my short life. We had some connection that went beyond the physical. Was it because we’d been friends first? The fact I was sober? All the questions faded away as we enjoyed the pleasure of two bodies connected as one. All I could concentrate on was the friction, the gradual build-up of ecstasy.

Our eyes locked on each other. As his face contorted, I became lost in his mind as well as mine. He was my Time Lord, and he was fucking me, making me forget about time. The moment was all that existed, and I relished it. From the look on his face, he was liking it too. My orgasm arrived. I closed my eyes as my body shook in pleasure. Moans escaped me body.