Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (167 page)

Their
kissing
grew even more passionate, and their lips explored each other as if they could
learn everything about each other just by doing that alone.

But
soon,
Hunter was also growing emboldened.
 
He began fondling her breasts through her top, and although he was rough
with her, Kallie found that she got off on it.

She
liked when he pulled her hair or grabbed
her breasts firmly.
 
It wasn’t
angry, the way that asshole Brad had grabbed her—it was
just—firm.
 
Controlling.
 
He liked to be in control in a way that
pleased and sort of comforted her in some strange way.

And
Kallie
found that she almost wanted him to go further still, to take away any control
she had left and remove all doubt from her mind. She knew how badly she wanted
him tonight, but she didn’t know if she had the power to let herself truly go
just yet.

“Come,”
he
said, suddenly breaking off from one of their long, extended kisses. He looked
in her eyes.
 
“Come to bed with me.”

She
swallowed.
 
“I’m scared.”

“Don’t
be
scared.
 
I’d never do anything to
hurt you, Kallie.
 
Never.
 
Do you trust me when I tell you that?”

She
nodded,
although she had no real reason to trust him, and at least one or two solid
reasons not to trust him.
 
But
somehow, and maybe it was just pure need, pure lust—she did trust him.

She
let
Hunter lead her back into the house and then into the master bedroom, which,
like every other room, was spare and economical.
 
The bed was wide and low to the ground,
like something from Japan.
 
There
were a few large abstract paintings on the walls, and one large, dark dresser.

The
picture
window on the far wall was enormous and the view magnificent, but the light
outside was quickly fading and soon it would be just darkness.

“Get
on
the bed,” he told her.

“Why?”

“You
know why.
 
Don’t ask silly questions, Kallie.”

She
went
and sat on the bed.
 
Her heart was
beating fast.
 
Hunter walked to her
and stood over her.

“Maybe
this
isn’t such a good idea,” she said.

“What isn’t such a good idea?”

“This.”
She
looked up at him.
 
She wanted to be
convinced—she wanted him to make her forget that it was a bad idea.

“I’m
going
to kiss you again,” he said, “because I think you and I do better when we’re
kissing and you’re not overthinking everything.”

He
leaned
over and pinned her to the bed, holding himself over her with his arms extended
so that he didn’t put all his bodyweight on her.
 
His biceps were flexed and she placed
her hands on his arms so that she could feel their power while he kissed her
and sucked her into him.

Kallie’s
body
arched up toward him, feeling the magnetic pull of his heat once again.
 
And her heat was building—the heat
between her legs was gathering along with the wetness.
 
She was opening for him, literally and
figuratively, her legs opening as he pressed his pelvis against her.
 
He was so hard, and so big, and she
wanted to feel him fully inside of her—no matter how wrong it would be.

But
wait,
she thought.
 
Wait.
 
This was happening too fast.
 
Too.
 
Damn.
 
Fast. Where were her morals, where was
her common sense?

“Hold
on a second,” she said, breaking off the
kiss.
 
“This is too fast.”

“Do
you
really think that, or are you just regurgitating something your strict
upbringing taught you?” he said, his dark eyes penetrating.

She
didn’t answer.

“That’s
what
I thought.”
 
His hands grabbed her
wrists and pinned them above her head.

Yes,
she thought.
 
Please, hold me down.
 
Hold me down and make me come.

His
mouth
was on hers again, his tongue thrusting into her open, receptive mouth. She
opened wider, trying to imagine that he’d do to her with his cock what his
tongue was
doing inside her mouth
right now.

Her
hips bucked against his.

“Your
little
fucking jeans are driving me insane,” he said.
 
“And they’re coming off, Kallie.
 
They’re coming off and I’m going to see
it all.”

She
sucked
in her breath at the thought of it—the brazenness of him telling her what
he was going to do next—assuming that she wouldn’t object.

And
she wouldn’t, because this was exactly
what she wanted right now.

He
adjusted
his grip so that his one hand could hold both her wrists at the same time,
directly over her head.
 
She wasn’t
fighting him at all, but she liked knowing that he was controlling her
movements just the same.

Next,
Hunter
reached down with his free hand and began unbuckling her shorts, while his dark
eyes stared down at her, unflinching and unyielding from what he wanted.

“They’re
open
now, Kallie,” he whispered, his voice controlled, yet the excitement was
obvious just the same.

She
looked
down and saw that indeed her shorts were completely undone and now her pink
panties were visible, and he could clearly see how wet she was for him. There was
no hiding it.
 
Her pussy ached for
his touch now.
 
She was dripping and
Hunter knew it and there was nothing left to do, but be taken by him.

He
pulled
her shorts down her bare legs and past her ankles, letting them drop to the
floor below.
 
“How does it feel to
have me seeing your little panties, and knowing that I can see everything?
 
Knowing I can smell your sex, and soon
I’m going to have those panties off too?”

She
was
breathing heavily now, almost out of control.
 
“I…I don’t know,” she lied.

“Yes
you
do.”
 
His hand went down again and
caressed her panties, and she could feel his fingertips brushing the outside of
her mound, which quivered in response.
 
If he put one tip of one finger inside her now, she might go off like a
rocket—that’s how on

the
edge she truly was.

“Do
you want to taste my cock?”

Her
tongue
came out of her mouth almost involuntarily at his suggestion, and she licked
her lips.

He
smiled.
 
“Is that a yes?”

She
licked
her lips again, unable to muster a verbal response.
 
She did want to have his cock in her
mouth.
 
At this point, she wanted
everything.
 
She was way beyond
struggling with right and wrong.

“I
think
I might just fuck you all night and see how many orgasms I can give you. That
would be fun.”
 
His hand trailed up
her belly, beneath her top, touching her breasts over her bra.
 
His hands roughly grabbed her breasts
and squeezed, just hard enough to make her pussy clench, as another heat wave
soaked through her panties.

“Oh,
god,”
she moaned, unable to contain it anymore.

“Say it again.”

“Oh,
fuck.”

His
hand
moved to her panties now, rubbing her clit through the drenched material.
 
“Tell me again, Kallie.
 
Say how you want it.”

“Oh…oh…oh….”
The moans came out of her mouth unbidden, guttural, one after the other,
in time with the circles his hand made on her clit.

He
rubbed
faster.
 
She was going to come now
and there was no two ways about it.

“I
want you to tell me,” he commanded.

She
told
him—she said yes.
 
She said
yes again, whispering, even though she wanted to yell.

“Tell
me how badly you want me.”

And
then
she was coming, as his hand slid the fabric over and two fingers penetrated her
slick mound of quivering flesh and went inside.
 
She clung to him, coming so intensely
that her legs involuntarily wrapped around him.

He
fucked
her with his fingers, slowing as her climax completed itself.

She was drenched with sweat now.

“That
was just the beginning,” he told her.

Her
mouth
was thick with desire and her eyes were heavy-lidded with sexual bliss.
 
“What comes next?”

“I
think
you know then answer—a smart girl like you.
 
College educated.” “I don’t know.”

“I’ll
have
to give you a long, hard lesson, then.
 
You need a refresher course.”
 
He began kissing her again, and this time when their bodies came
together, she had just her skimpy wet panties between them.

He
grinded
into her and he was so hard—she couldn’t imagine how he was able to
control himself.
 
Not that Kallie
was the most experienced girl, but the few boys she’d been with in high school
and college had always come so quickly, even just when there had been dry
humping involved.

They
had
truly been boys, though.
 
Never had
Kallie realized that fact more clearly than at this precise moment.

Hunter
was
a man, and he knew how to use his body like a man, and he also knew how to
manipulate her body like no other boy she’d ever been with.

His
hands
were caressing up and down her torso, her legs, rough and gentle all at once.

Kallie’s
hand
strayed to the bulge in his shorts.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he smiled.

As
an answer, she stroked the hard bulge one
more time.

“Take
it out, then,” he told her.
 
“But if you take it out, it’s not going
back in until

I’m
satisfied with the result.”

Kallie
liked
that threat even more than the others.
 
Fumblingly, she went to his shorts and unzipped, freeing him
substantially.
 
His shorts fell to
his feet and now he was in his white and green striped boxers.
 
The head of his erection peeked out
through the hole in his underwear.

It
was,
as she’d suspected, simply enormous—frighteningly so.

“You let it out, Kallie.
 
What now?”

She
didn’t
answer, except to slide her hand onto his shaft and work it further out of the
hole in his boxers.
 
It emerged,
thicker as it got closer to his body.
  
She was intimidated, to be sure,
but also intrigued.

Her
hand slid up and down his magnificent
manhood.

Hunter
leaned
in and kissed her deeply, while she continued to stroke his member. He used his
hips to move even faster against her hand, seeming to enjoy her efforts.

She
was
wet and open for him.
 
Seeming to
sense that the time was right, Hunter suddenly and swiftly removed her panties,
sliding them down in one quick motion.
 
Next, he’d taken his own boxers off.

He
wasn’t
wasting any more time, and she was glad for it.
 
Her body was primed and ready now.

He
lifted
her skimpy top and removed it, and unsnapped her bra quicker than she could
even have done it.

Finally,
he took off his own t-shirt.

They
were
both completely nude, and his muscular, strong body was hovering over her.
 
His cock was hard and straight, and she
opened her legs even wider for him.

He
came
down upon her, his lips on hers and then he was sucking at her nipples, and
although her breasts weren’t huge, they were certainly tight and perky.
 
Her nipples were as erect and sensitive
as they’d ever been.
 
He sucked them
until she could barely take it anymore, her buddy shuddering and shivering.

His
hardness
was against her slick mound, resting, waiting to strike.
 
He reached over to his nightstand and
pulled out a condom.

She
wondered
what condom could even fit him, but apparently there was a type that did.
 
He rolled it on expertly, and then he
was sliding into her.

He
was big.
 
Maybe even too big, she thought at
first.

However,
he
knew just when to slow down and let her accommodate him, to allow her time to
open and relax as he went in.

Soon
Hunter
was mostly inside her, although she knew he was holding back some of himself so
as not to hurt her.

He
stroked
her rhythmically, and she held onto him tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying
the feeling of being taken.
 
Truly
taken.

As
he
got more excited, he grew rougher.
 
His hands grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, and he went
further inside of her.
 
It was a
little painful, but Kallie liked it.
 
She got off on his excitement for her body.

He
was
moving faster and faster and she sensed he was close.
 
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them
hard over her head.
 
His mouth
sucked on her mouth, and he was grunting and panting into her as his hips moved
higher and slammed into her over and over again.