Defying Dorian: Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (25 page)

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Hey, I’m just hungry. That’s all.”

“Oh, right. Okay.”

Before I could say anything else, Dorian pointed at my shirt. “I’m not sure how you expect me to satisfy my appetite when you’re still wearing that.”

I smiled at him. “No, gosh, I wouldn’t want you to go hungry. That would be awful.”

I know he enjoyed watching me undress but honestly, I was pretty terrible at it. This time wasn’t much better. I reached for the first button. Trying to keep eye contact with him I twisted and pulled at it, ripping it off the shirt. The button shot across the room, ricocheting off a nearby cabinet. Raising my hands to my face, I covered my mouth.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, pointing in the direction I’d seen it last. “Dorian, I’m sorry, I…”

He didn’t let me finish. Stepping towards me, Dorian reached for my chest, hooking his fingers inside the fabric of the dress shirt.

“You should be sorry,” he began, arching an eyebrow at me. “There’s faster ways to do this.”

With that, he tore the shirt open, pulling with a violent jerk. Buttons scattered in every direction, rattling and bouncing. Satisfied, Dorian stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“God damn baby, you have some perfect tits,” he said, reaching up and dragging his hand down over his mouth. “Take that shirt off. I want to see every inch of that body.”

Each word from his mouth stirred me. I’d forgotten all about the possibility of Ainsley or Oksana or, hell, even Santa Claus coming in through the front door. My eyes never left his. Shifting my shoulders from side to side, I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, and the shirt fell away to the floor.

“That’s better,” Dorian said, reaching for a jar of hot fudge topping.

“Going straight to dessert?” I asked.

Dorian stepped close to me, opening the jar with a quick flick of his wrist.

“It’s not for me.”

“Oh, really?”

Reaching into the jar, he kept his eyes locked on mine. With two fingers, he dug out a healthy dollop of fudge and placed the jar on the counter with a thump. Glancing down, I noticed he’d gotten hard again. While I stared, Dorian lowered his hand. Soon, he drizzled the delectable chocolate up and down the length of his shaft.

“You’re bad,” I said, my eyes moving between his dick and his handsome face. “You know that?”

“Since when is getting something to eat a bad thing?”

There was no fighting the smile that spread across my face. Hell yes, I wanted to lick every last drop of that off his magnificent cock.

Why pretend?

T
empest and I
, we’d fucked for hours. From the instant I saw her, I knew I’d never get enough of her beauty and her body. Now that she’d agreed to be my wife, I wasted no time in enjoying every second.

After what happened between us earlier tonight I didn’t want to leave any question in her mind. I was the only man in her life, now and forever. She looked so fucking gorgeous standing there across from me.

Okay, so I was only half truthful about Ainsley and Oksana earlier. Yeah, I’d given Oksana the night off, but as far as Ainsley was concerned, she could come walking through the front door any second. I didn’t care. Embarrassing shit happens sometimes in life. I wasn’t about to let it affect our fun. Reaching for my dick, I spread the last of the fudge from my fingers along it.

“Hungry yet?” I asked.

Tempest didn’t say anything. She stepped close to me, a light touch of her palm against my abdomen. The muscles in my torso flexed while she leaned in and kissed me. After a few seconds, she pulled away and started to make her way down the midline of my body.

She moved her lips like they kept time with a metronome – kissing and pausing, kissing and pausing, kissing and pausing her way down until she wound up between my legs. I looked down to see her squatting and reaching for the base of my shaft. Tempest guided it towards her mouth, her tongue dancing around the tip and licking away the chocolate.

Oh man. Wow.

“Fuck,” I groaned, reaching behind and bracing myself on the countertop.

For several tortuous seconds, Tempest bobbed her mouth around the head, each time circling it with her tongue. I bit my lip so goddamn hard I thought the fucking thing would split and bleed. Mercifully, she stopped for a second, making a wet pop with her mouth when she pulled away.

“Mmmm, yummy.”

I looked down at her, trying to keep my shit together. “There’s more where that came from. You…”

Before I could say another word, Tempest lurched forward, swallowing my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back again, nearly overwhelmed with the mind splitting feel of her sweet velvet lips sliding up and down my shaft.

Tempest moaned and groaned while she jerked on my dick. Once I’d recovered from the initial shock of her warm lips around me, I reached for the fudge, digging my fingers inside of it again.

The trail left behind by her mouth glistened and shined. With my fingers covered in the sticky chocolate, I lowered them towards the movement of her satin lips, drizzling and coating myself again.

Tempest jerked me harder, her hand pulsing up and down my entire length while she consumed every drop of chocolate I left for her. Few things were more satisfying than the feel of her mouth around me. Even so, I’d pulled a lot of goodies out of the refrigerator, and I was hungry as a mother fucker.

Without a word, I reached down towards Tempest, helping her stand. Looking me in the eye, she reached to the corner of her mouth and wiped at it. “Why did you stop me? Did we run out of fudge?”

“No, baby. You’re not the only one with an appetite. Remember?”

With that, I reached for her hips and picked her up off the ground, setting her on the countertop. Man, I could have broken that marble in two my cock was so goddamn hard.

I looked into her eyes.

“What are you hungry for?” she asked.

I curled my fingers inward into a fist and made a sweeping motion across the counter, sending everything crashing to the ground. I mean, every fucking bit of it. Glass broke, bottles busted, shit sprayed and splashed everywhere. Tempest recoiled, the suddenness of the movement catching her off guard.

“Oh my God!” she yelled. “Why did you…?”

I shook my head. “Don’t talk. You asked me what I was hungry for, remember?”

She nodded.

I licked my lips, reaching for her thighs and spreading them. Before she could utter another word, I wrapped my fingers around my dick, driving it deep inside of her. She was always wet for me, always ready, and this time was no different. I glided between her folds, descending until my cock vanished inside of her.

Fuck. Food.

I’d eat later.

I’d learned to go a lot longer than this without eating in the military. Shit, if Tempest left it up to me, we might not eat again for days. Grabbing hold of the counter’s edge with my hands, I wasted no time, grinding my hips into her.

Tempest mewled, howling a primal call and tossing her head back. Her lazy curls flashed in front of my eyes while she leaned back on the countertop bracing herself with her hands.

“Ohh, shit. Dorian, baby.”

Goddamn that would never get old.

Hearing her say my name, begging me to give her more and more, sent shocks up and down my body. My muscles flexed, my skin tightened. I came to fucking life all over again, fire racing through me. Tipping forward, I arched my torso over hers.

Tempest’s fantastic tits rocked back and forth, nipples hardened like pebbles begging to be touched, fondled, sucked. I continued to rock my pelvis against hers, slamming with powerful thrusts over and over.

I hovered just above one of her breasts. Reaching for it, I filled my hand with the huge orb until it literally spilled out of my grasp. Perfectly round and delicious, having them in my mouth instead of some food would be just fine. I dropped my head towards it, swallowing the nipple in my mouth.

Fuck!

I tasted the remnants of the last few hours we’d spent together on her. It was a mix of sweat and effort, a blend of our bodies meshing, like we would from now on, forever. I suckled at her, swishing my tongue with quick strokes back and forth, up and down.

Tempest wiggled under me, the heat of my tongue moving across her skin getting her attention. She moaned and reached towards my head, slipping her fingers through my hair and making sensual twists and turns, curling her fingers in every direction. Her gentle touch in the midst of my unrelenting effort only stoked my desire further.

Tempest lifted her head, tendrils of her long hair draping over her shoulders. I leaned away from her breast and slowed my thrusts, easing in and out of her slick folds with long pulls.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Her lips parted, full and eager. I loved the feel of them anywhere and everywhere on my body. With a slow descent of my head, I dragged my tongue across my lips and pressed my mouth against hers. Tempest swept her legs up, her silky smooth skin brushing against the outsides of my thighs.

Our mouths locked, two tongues gliding, tasting, taunting. I reached for her face, curling my fingers down the perfect skin of her cheek. Taking a breath, I separated my lips from hers, lowering my head further towards her neck.

“Ohhhh…” she whispered in a ragged breath, curling her cheek towards me.

I kissed and licked at the skin between her chin and her shoulder. Her thick hair draped over my head, soft strands tickling the back of my neck with each subtle move of her head. The entire time, she continued to drag her fingers across my scalp, down the back of my head and back again, making lazy, sexy circles.

Tempest eased back, lying flat on the counter. After peppering the soft skin of her neck with a few final kisses, I rose and looked down at her, taking in the perfection of her curves. Standing upright, I slid my hands down her torso, tracing the hourglass contours until I came to her hips, curling my hands into them.

While I did, Tempest followed close behind with her hand, moving down the midline of her body, gliding across her feminine softness until at last, she reached her clit. Wasting no time, she started to circle it, grinding her hips up at the same time. With her other hand, she covered a breast, groping and kneading her flesh.

Her fingers started to flick, dancing with furious strokes across her pink, exposed flesh. Tempest began to gulp for air, gasping and rasping, her stomach rising and falling with the approach of her release.

I plowed into her. The sight of her touching herself swelled my erection to new levels, bordering on painful. Every muscle in my body fired, fusing together for the purpose of satisfying her need and quenching my desire. Nothing would stand in my way of making both those fucking things happen.

Nothing.

T
he soreness
of having Dorian’s huge cock inside of me faded into a kind of numb bliss hours ago. The truth was I’d probably never get used to it. I didn’t care.

I opened my eyes, filling my gaze with the spectacular vision of his rock hard torso, thrusting against me. My nerve endings burned, transferring the heat between my thighs and focusing it on my clit.

“I’m coming.” I moaned. “I’m coming, baby.”

Dorian drove inside, filling me completely. I knew from the way his body moved, from the way his cock thickened inside of me, he was on the verge as well.

“Come with me,” I hissed. “Come inside of me.”

“Shit!” he yelled.

Dorian tightened his grip on the crease in my hips, pulling me against his pelvis and holding me there. That was enough to send me right to the brink. I rubbed my clit with ferocity, every tick of the clock bringing me closer and closer.

And then… it happened.

I arched my lower back. “It’s… I’m coming! Baby! Baby!”

“Yeah, yes!” Dorian grunted, grinding into me with a relentless force. “Go baby, go!”

The sensation swirled low in my abdomen, gathering and building. In seconds, it swept through me in pulses, shocks radiating all over my body. Shaking, I held my finger on my clit, hoping to sustain the moment for as long as possible. I lurched up, hooking my free hand around Dorian’s thick neck and upper back muscles.

“Shit!” I screamed. “Oh yes, I… I!”

Dorian thrusted inside of me, those muscular hips slamming into my pelvis. His huge balls contracted, thick pulses of his manhood streaming into me.

“Fuck!” he yelled! “Fuuuuccckk!”

My climax sent my entire body into a series of convulsions. Desperate for all he had to give, I reached up with both hands and dug my fingers into his ass. His entire backside contracted hard, flexing forward and driving his dick deep inside, deeper than it had ever been before.

Our lips crashed together in wild celebration of our first shared orgasm. We rocked and shook in each other’s arms, the heaven of mutual climaxes consuming us. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect, more dreamlike, more an expression of utter joy.

That is, until the front door opened.

“Hello?”

Ah-Ainsley? But she was supposed to be… Wha?

“Dor-!” I whispered, slapping him. “Ains… Oh fuck, fuck!”

It was hopeless.
Frankly, I was beyond the point of caring. Yeah, she was supposed to be gone. Maybe she changed her mind, who knew? Covered in sweat on the kitchen counter and in the middle of body shattering climaxes, there was nothing we could do except… enjoy it.

And that’s exactly what we did. Without words, we communicated with each other nothing would stand in the way of our happiness, of our love for each other.

Nothing and no one,
especially
not Ainsley.

Dorian never stopped thrusting, letting out a primal grunt to make his point.

Seconds later, Ainsley cleared her throat. “Have fun.”

The front door closed.

Soon after, we collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing. Once that subsided, I poked him.

“I thought you said she was out all night.”

“Yeah.”

“But she…”

He cut me off. “I think it’s time for Ainsley to get her own place. I’ll talk to her about it.”

“She’s not all bad.”

Dorian smiled at me. “The two of you are friends now, aren’t you?”

“We have our ups and downs but more good than bad.”

Dorian pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “We can deal with Ainsley later. Not now though, babe. Not tonight.”

Honestly, it was nice not to be at war with her anymore. This was where I belonged now. This was my new family. I smiled back at him.

“I love you, babe.” Dorian continued. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

I draped my arms around his neck, smiling at him. Was this real? Even after all this time, I still had trouble believing it. Dorian leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. The sweet taste of his mouth was all the proof I needed.

“Soon as your dad is out, we’ll make it official. I promise.”

“I know,” I began, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair. “I’m not worried in the least.”

A sudden, mischievous smile spread wide across his face.

“What?” I asked, suddenly concerned.

Dorian didn’t say a word, only lifted me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Let’s go shower woman, it’s time to get you dirty again.”

I wanted to slap him, kiss him, hug him. But, more than anything, I wanted to love him like I’d never loved anyone before and never would again. He swept me into his arms, leaving the chaos of the kitchen behind and heading towards the stairwell.

Hanging over his shoulder, I looked down and watched his hard ass as he started to walk up them, knowing I’d be the only woman to get a look at that, forever.

I smiled.