Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

I hear Matthew pull his pants open and feel his warm cock at my soaking entrance. He holds me against the wall, with my ass sticking out and guides his large cock into me, sliding in down to the base in one swift movement. I grunt against my wall as my body tries to stretch around his girth, I’ve never felt him so deep inside me before. It feels like he’s reached my core. I push back against him, wiggling my ass into his hips, longing for him to fuck me.

He laughs, “patience, Kendra.”
Why does he always make me wait? Just fuck me!
He holds my throat in his broad hand while his other wraps around my hip, his fingers dipping between my pussy lips, finding my sensitive nub. I cry out as soon as he puts pressure on it, already feeling like I might cum.

Just when I think he’s going to hold me like this, unmoving with his cock filling me forever, he starts pumping into me. His thick rod slides into my juicy pussy. Since I’m unable to move, I’m completely at his mercy. I’m surprised by how turned on I am by feeling so utterly out of control. His balls slap against my mound as he pushes his cock all the way into me, bottoming out. When he thrusts back, I’m worried that he’s going to pull out of me, but he pummels me again and again. My senses are on fire, and my mouth is just garbling a stream of nonsense as I try not to drool on the wall.

I squeeze my inside muscles, bearing down as hard as I can muster, gripping his cock tight from inside, Matthew grunts in my ear loudly. I can’t hold back anymore, my orgasm tears through my body like a tsunami, the force overwhelms me and my knees buckle from under me. My body trembles violently from the vibrating bliss still running through me. Matthew picks up speed, breathing harder in my ear until he thrusts his cock into me and holds it inside me, a shudder runs through him as he fills me with his cum.

For a moment, we are locked together, my face and breasts pushed against the wall. Matthew’s tight grip on me loosens and then lets go as he pulls back. His cock leaves my pussy aching with emptiness, and his cum drips out of me. He kisses the back of my neck playfully, pulling me into his arms, so my back is tight against his flat stomach. I arch back, tilting my head to the side so I can turn toward his face and kiss his lips tenderly. An annoying buzzing interrupts our thrashing tongues, sucking the sweetness from our lips.

“I’m sorry, Kendra. I have to take this call.” He pulls away from me, quickly hitching up his pants and walking into the kitchen to answer. The air around me feels chilly without him next to me. My body breaks out in gooseflesh, and I pull my pants back on with a shiver. Matthew is sighing, he sounds exhausted. I don’t want to eavesdrop on his call, but my apartment is so small I won’t have any choice. I could use some freshening up anyway, I head to the bathroom to fix up my sex hair.

When I come back out, Matthew seems distracted.”Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, I’m needed at the office.”

“Oh, ok.” I look at the floor to hide the disappointment in my eyes. “Well, I should get back to my school work anyway.”

“Don’t go pushing me out the door just yet.” He walks toward me and pulls me against him, running his hands down my back, “I’m not going anywhere. Not when I still have so much to take care of here.” His sultry smile makes my entire body tingle.

“Is that right?” I tease him, pushing my breasts into him as my hips sway against his. “What sort of things do you have in mind?”

His hands cup my ass as he pushes himself against me. I can feel the rigid outline of his cock grinding against me and my pussy floods with desire. “How about we take this conversation into the bedroom, and I’ll be more specific,” his voice is low and velvety in my ear.

I pull back, tugging his hand behind me as I lead him to my modest room. For once, I couldn’t care less about how shabby my space is or worry about what he thinks about my things. All I can see is Matthew. The intensity of his longing surrounds us both as he lays me down on the bed and the rest of the world evaporates around us.

Chapter 3

The apartment smells like sex and pizza. I lazily trail my fingers over Matthew’s naked body as we lay together on my bed, soaking in every inch of his sculpted frame. “I thought you said you had to go to the office,” I tease him. It’s been almost three hours since he took that call.

“Are you trying to get rid of me,” he smiles. “Did I wear out the great track and field champion?”

My body does feel like I’ve been in the gym all day, but there’s no way I’m going to admit that to him. “Impossible. I’m unstoppable.”

“You’ve got that right.” He kisses my neck softly as his arms pull me in tight. “You’re an impressive woman, Miss Cole.”

My skin rushes with heat, I’ve never taken compliments very well. “Oh, well, thanks.”

“No, I mean it. You’re sexy but humble, intelligent and driven. Your parents would be proud of you, to see all you’ve done on your own.”

My heart squeezes in my chest thinking about how much they’ve already missed in my life and how much more they’ll never see. My Mama will never watch me get my diploma that she wanted so badly for me. My father will never get to walk his only girl down the aisle. “I’d like to think they are proud of me, you know? That they’re up there watching over me.”

“I bet they are.” He tilts his head at me, “do you have a lot of memories of your Dad? I’ve heard you mention your mother a lot, but not your father.”

“I do. The memories I have are sparse because he was killed by a drunk driver when I was young, but he was so much fun. He always had a compliment for everyone, he just had a real way of making you feel good about yourself. Like, I remember when I learned to tie my shoes on my own and my father was crowing about it to everyone. You’d think I won an Olympic medal or something. That’s just the way he was though.”

“Sounds like a great man.” Matthew agrees quietly. “It must have been so hard for you to lose him.”

“It was devastating,” I confess. I normally don’t like to talk about these things, but it’s a relief to share these bottled up memories with Matthew. “Not just because I lost an amazing dad, but because of how hard it was on mama. I’ve got three older brothers, and we were all still living at home when he passed. It was a lot of pieces for her to pick up, but she was our glue. You know, she had every reason to fall apart or give up, but she pulled it together for us.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re making them both proud, Kendra.”

“Thanks. I try. It seems like my life is taking the right direction. I’ve got a job interview lined up, I’ve gotta great man…” my words dry up in the air. Matthew did say he’s falling in love with me, right? I hope I’m not being too presumptuous to think that must mean we’re a couple now.

“I don’t know about a
great
man,” he laughs, “but I like hearing you say it.” He tenderly kisses me, his soft lips parting mine.

“Hello!?” The door to the apartment slams. “Hey Kendra, do you mind if I take a couple slices of your pizza? I’m totally starving!” My roommate, Janelle, interrupts us like a car alarm going off at four in the morning.

“Yeah, sure. It’s all yours!” I yell back.

“Cool, thanks! Wait…are these men’s shoes? Whoa, do you have a dude in there? Really? You?” Her question marks hang in the air. I look into Matthew’s twinkling eyes; he’s clearly enjoying this.

“Yep.”

“Well, holy hot shit Kendra. It’s about time! Don’t let me distract ya, heh. Thanks for the slices.” I hear her thump down the hall and close her bedroom door.

“She sounds interesting,” Matthew muses.

“You can say that again.” I shake my head.

“I should get going anyway, I told my secretary I’d be by a couple hours ago.” He seems genuinely disappointed. “I believe you owe me another date though,” his eyes gleam, “something about us watching The Bachelor together, if I remember correctly?”

I laugh, remembering how I insisted we watch the reality show when we went to the pub a few nights ago.”I may have oversold it a little.” I cringe remembering how I declared that I’d eat a goat if he wasn’t hooked after one episode in my alcohol-buzzed state.

“You mean it isn’t the best television show in the entire world?” He mocks my drunken declaration of love for my favorite trash tv show.

“Hey now, I didn’t say that. I guess you’ll just have to judge for yourself.”

“I look forward to it Kendra,” he cups my chin and kisses me softly. My passion burns just under the surface, threatening to be released with each second longer that he kisses me. He pulls back, looking deep into my eyes in that soul-searching way that only his blue eyes can. I’m mesmerized by that stare. “I should go, or else I might never leave,” he smiles, giving me a quick peck and gets up off my bed for the first time in hours.

Starting to pull myself up, Matthew holds his hand to me like a crossing guard during school hours. “Stay where you are, there’s no need for you to see me out. It would be a damned shame to see you put your clothes back on anyway,” his eyes glide over my body and my nipples turn to pebbles under his lustful gaze.

I’ve never considered myself to be a sexy woman. The truth is, I’ve never even allowed myself the time to think about it. It’s another one of those frivolous details that don’t make a difference to my end-goals. Just one look from Matthew makes up for the years that I denied myself of such things. “Well, I wouldn’t want to spoil your view,” I tease, throwing my head back and arching my breasts toward him.

He stops fumbling with his shirt and watches me, his hands frozen in the air and his eyes transfixed. “Fuck it, the paperwork will just have to wait,” he tosses his clothes back down to the ground and hops onto my bed beside me, making me squeal. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to think about financial projections with my cock like this,” he nods down to his granite member, ready for another round.

“I guess we’ll just have to do something about that,” I wrap my hand around it, and he groans, moving his hips toward me.

“Mmmm. I guess we will,” he agrees

Chapter 4

The hum of a coffee shop does wonders for me. Back in highschool, I learned that I study better and come up with more complex ideas for projects to the busy buzz of a lunch hour rush at a food court or Starbucks. At the moment, the background noise that usually helps focus my mind and relax my nerves is doing nothing to ease my twisted stomach. Each sideways glance from a latte-sipping stranger feels like a judgment to my guilty conscious. Like their meaningless stares are laced with confirmations about what a shitty friend I’ve been.

I twist my neck every time the door opens, hoping it will be Brianna. I’m starting to think she changed her mind about meeting up with me, not that I’d blame her after how I treated her.

A fragrant cloud swirls from my mug of freshly dripped java to my nose, giving my face a steam bath. I breathe it in like a deep sea diver taking his first lung full of air after breaking the surface. Treating myself to an overpriced coffee is usually all it takes to ease my tension, but not today.