A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (23 page)

The dildo continued to stimulate me as I imagined Tom walking into my bedroom with no clothes on. In my dream he walked over to the bed and dove between my legs. In my mind, it was Tom's tongue and not the plastic sex toy that was tickling my most sensitive spot. I held the dildo in place with one hand while the other ran back up my body to my breasts. They were definitely my best asset. My nipples were long and dark. When the sensitive nubs were stimulated, they got quite hard.

I pinched one nipple in my hand as I rubbed the dildo up and down my wet slit. Then I slipped the fake cock inside me. The feeling wasn't like a real one, but it wasn't bad. The blue cock continued buzzing as I pushed it in and out of my pussy. Familiar feelings began to build up. Waves of pleasure rushed through my body toward my nipples and between my legs. Another moan escaped me as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge. Then I fell over.

My screams echoed through my apartment. When I was done, I turned the vibrator off and tossed it to the side to be washed. My breathing slowly began to return to normal. After a minute of enjoying the come down, I grabbed the vibrator and got out of bed. The trip to my tiny bathroom – the only one I had in the entire apartment – didn't take long. I washed the vibrator with some warm, soapy water then left it to dry on a towel.

The shower was calling my name. I didn't even have a tub, which made me sad. As I stood naked in the shower and soaped my body, thoughts of Tom and Jason returned. I had to make up my mind so that I could move forward and sleep with one of them. Three months of no sexual contact other than myself had me depressed. I rinsed off and stepped back out of the shower. My dream was to one day have a bathroom as big as my current apartment.

With only an Associate's Degree in Medical Assisting, I didn't make a lot of money. In fact, I was barely above the poverty line. My childhood had been full of dreams of a life of leisure. Reality was turning out to be much harsh than I ever could have imagined. This is what had me leaning toward Jason. He had no hair and he was full of himself, but he was worth at least a billion dollars. We never talked about money when we were together.

I had met him at a groundbreaking ceremony in Houston about a year earlier. We didn't hang out a lot, but I enjoyed the time I did spend with him. He was a bit older than me, but that was okay with me. And if I was honest with myself, him having money made up for him being an asshole most of the time. In my quarter century on the planet, I had learned that the ones who were pushy tended to succeed in life and get what they wanted.

After I dried myself completely, I put a bra back on. The image of my big breasts in the mirror made me think of Tom. He loved to tease me about my ample cleavage. I had known him for three months as well. He had come in the doctor's office where I worked behind the reception desk. The first time I met him, I saw his rippling muscles with his shirt off. I couldn't give him my number in the office, but he let me know what bar he was going to be at later that night.

Neither Tom or Jason had done more than kiss me, but I was ready to let one of them slide around third base and make it all the way to home plate. The thought of having them both at the same time had crossed my mind more than once, but I knew the chance of that ever happening were slim to none. The two men were different in so many ways. Jason offered security while Tom offered a nice body. I put on a green dress and finally made up my mind. I wanted Tom the fireman.

A day after I made my big decision, I sent Tom a text message and asked him to come over to my apartment to watch a movie. He agreed. I spent a better part of the afternoon making sure my meager living space was perfect. The highlight was over three dozen tea light candles spread throughout my bedroom. I had on my favorite pair of red panties and a red bra. I had been out to lunch with Tom a few times, but we'd never been intimate with each other at all.

I planned to launch myself at him as soon as he came through the door. However, he didn't show up. I didn't know why he'd blown me off, but I wasn't about to call him and ask. I turned my phone off and had a glass of wine in my kitchen as I tried not to think about Tom. Halfway through my third glass, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and went to answer it. Instead of Tom, I saw Jason standing in the hallway. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hey, I wasn't expecting you.”

“Obviously. Mind if I come in?”

“No, not at all. Thanks for the flowers.”

He walked in a few steps. “No problem. I was wondering if you would like to do dinner with me.”

“Sure. I had plans, but someone decided to cancel on me.”

“What an asshole.”

“I agree. Can you give me ten minutes to get dressed?”

He waited in my kitchen while I rushed to put together an outfit. As he was wearing a suit, I decided on a blue dress, the nicest one I had in my wardrobe.

“You look amazing,” he said when I walked back in the kitchen.

“Whatever. I could lose a few pounds.” I put my hand on my stomach.

“Nonsense. You look good the way you are right now.”

“Thanks. I'm glad someone thinks so. Where are we going to eat?”

“Someplace downtown.”

“I'm ready.”

We left my apartment and took the elevator downstairs. A black Town Car was waiting on the street. After we got in the back seat and settled, the driver took off. He stopped a few blocks away at the Roxberry Hotel, the nicest one in the entire city.

“I thought we were going to get something to eat.”

“We are, my dear. I thought we could get some room service.”

“Oh. Okay.”

I felt important as I walked next to him. We made it through the lobby and took the elevator to the top floor. The suite was amazing. After the bellhop left, I rushed over to the balcony. Everywhere I looked was an amazing view. I turned around.

“I love the views.”

“Me too,” he said as he stared at me.

I blushed, just a little. Jason was powerful and rich, but he didn't really turn me on physically. We ordered two steak dinners. A table had been set up on the balcony and we had the food served to us in the room. The entire meal was amazing. I had another couple glasses of wine while we ate. A buzz started to affect my brain.

“That was so good.”

“I agree. The best money can buy.”

I tried to smile. The way he talked about his money really turned me off. “I don't think I left any room for desert.”

“Well, I still have an appetite.”

He stood up and walked around the table. His hand stretched out and I took it in mine. When I was standing, he led me to the sitting room. I sat down on the couch, expecting him to join me. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands began running up and down my thighs as he looked me in the eyes.

“You look good enough to eat, my dear.”

I rolled my eyes, but I had to admit that his firm hands felt good running up and down my thighs. On one of the trips, he snagged my dress with his thumbs. I let out a soft moan as my dress was pulled up. He maintained eye contact with me as his hands moved in and latched onto my panties.

“Sit up a little,” he said. His voice was demanding. I felt I had to obey.

After I lifted my ass off the cushion, he pulled my panties down. Before I knew what was happening, he had pushed my legs apart slightly and bent down to begin kissing the inside of my bare thighs. I sighed and reached down and put my hands on his bald head. Gradually, he made his way higher and higher up my legs. Then he kissed my pink, fleshy lips directly.

“Mmm...”

His eyes looked up into mine. “You like that?” he asked.

“MmmHmm...Don't stop.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Taste me.”

“Not good enough. I want to hear you beg.”

“Taste me, please.”

He returned his attention to my neatly trimmed pussy. I pulled his bald head closer to me. His long and powerful tongue darted out of his mouth and began to lick me forcefully. With each swipe, I wanted more. He was so much better than any of the sex toys I owned. Just when I got accustomed to the way he was licking me, he changed slightly.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Don't stop.”

“I'll stop if I want to stop.” He looked up at me.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please eat my pussy.”

Instead of a lick or kiss, he reached up and inserted the middle finger of his right hand in me. My legs spread a little wider as he worked his thick digit in and out of my wet tightness. The sound of it going in and out was music to my ears. As he continued to fuck me with his finger, he bent down and unleashed his tongue on my clitoris.

I began to grind my hips, rubbing myself against his face. He knew just what to do. I was ready to do anything he asked as long as he didn't stop what he was doing. His tongue and finger continued doing their job as I reached up and grabbed my breasts. Then I pulled down the straps so my breasts were bared. He continued teasing my clit with his lips as he fucked me with two fingers.

My nipples were hard and sensitive. I pinched them – hard – while looking down at his bald head. He looked so ridiculous, but he ate pussy better than any other man I had ever met. I didn't want him to stop. My breathing quickened as he continued pleasing me. Then I felt my orgasm building up. I knew release was right around the corner. He seemed to sense it too as he increased his efforts.

With his head in my hands, I came. Just as I did, I heard my cell phone ring. The ringtone was the one I had given to Tom. As I heard the song play, my body shook as he slowly pulled his finger out of me. I looked down at him and saw him licking the two fingers that had been inside me. The afterglow of the orgasm washed over me as I reached into my purse on the couch and retrieved my phone.

The missed call was from Tom, but he had also sent me a text message apologizing for missing me. I suddenly regretted leading Jason on. While he was nice and obviously knew what he was doing, I wanted Tom. He had the type of body I craved. I wanted to feel his muscled body moving over my soft, fleshy curves.

“I hate to do this to you, but I have to leave,” I said as I pulled the straps of my dress back up.

“What? You're kidding, right?” Jason stood up. I noticed a bulge in his pants.

“No. I'm sorry.”

“Can you tell me why you're leaving?”

I looked at him, not believing he had asked me such a personal question. “It's not really...”

“I'll give you a thousand dollars.”

“It was Tom, a guy I know.”

Jason smiled. “Great. Invite him over.

“What?”

“Sure. Why not? I'm a little curious at times.”

“I don't know if Tom will be interested.”

“If it's the Tom I'm thinking about, he'll be on board.”

“You know Tom Johnson?”

“The fireman? Yeah. He's a … friend.”

“Wait a minute. Are you saying...”

“Just once. I paid him ten grand for a night of sex with him. We ordered half a dozen high-end prostitutes and had a proper orgy.”

“Go on. Keep talking.”

He smiled. “By the end of the night, we had a sixty nine then I fucked him.”

“In the ass?”

“Yes, Chloe. I fucked him in the ass.”

“And he liked it?”

“He liked the money. I'm not sure of anything else.”

“You've not seen him since then? When did this happen?”

“About a month ago, I think. It was just that one time. But I bet he'd consider having a threeway with you and myself.”

“Sounds hot.” I tried to hide my excitement.

“If it happens, you need to agree to a few things.”

“Like what?”

“For one, I'm in charge. If I'm paying to set this play date up for the three of us, I have control over what happens. I want you to play a submissive. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.” I bent my head a little.

“Perfect!” He laughed. “But I am serious.”

“It's cool. I can submit.”

“Good. Let me make some calls. I'll set it up for this Friday.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“No problem, Chloe. I hope you're beginning to see there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.”

“I do. You mean a lot to me. I appreciate all you do.”

“I need to get going, but keep your Friday open. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He left me naked on the bed. I watched his confident strides across the room. Then he was gone. I was alone again, but I had a lot to think about. Half of me didn't think our Friday menage would happen, but deep down I knew Jason would be able to pull it off. I'd never had a threeway before, but the idea intrigued me and made me more than a little wet between the legs.

On Thursday night, I received a text message from Jason letting me know everything was set for the next night. He also told me to not contact Tom for any reason. A room number for a familiar downtown hotel was also included. I read the message about four times to make sure I didn't miss anything. The rest of the evening was spent figuring out what to wear. I had to look perfect for the two men I had spent so many hours dreaming about.