Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (3 page)

She could feel her heart speed up again, and the smell of his skin was even more intoxicating than the two pints of Guinness. "That's okay," she returned, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Miami's the same. This time of year down there, we're in t-shirts and flip flops most of the time. I only dress up for work purposes."

They stopped, and she turned towards him. He was taller than her, and she felt herself thrill at the feel of his firm muscles under his dress shirt. "I've been wondering for a while...." he began, before drawing her in for a kiss. Erica thrilled at the softness of his lips on hers, and when his tongue pressed against her mouth, she opened willingly, letting him taste her intimately. His hands were strong and sure, holding her close as the two kissed with rising passion. Erica could see flashes before her eyes when the kiss finally broke, and she could feel her body mold against his.

"Yes?" she asked, a light smile playing on her lips.

"Well, that was the answer I was hoping for, but let me get the whole question out," Dwayne whispered, his voice soft in her ear. "I was going to ask if you'd like to see the penthouse.”

"I think my answer is the same," she replied. "I'd like that very much."

On the way back to the hotel, they didn't talk much, letting their arms explore the limited reach they could have in public. Erica could feel his strength and power through his touch on her right arm, filling her with desire to feel more. At the same time, her own hand was busy exploring his side and ribs, enjoying the texture of his firm muscles under his shirt. Making their way through the hotel lobby, she let go of his waist to hold onto his arm instead, the occasional brush of his arm against her left breast causing her to stiffen inside her bra.

Stepping inside the elevator, Dwayne pulled out a special magnetic key she hadn't seen before, sliding it into a slot above the floor numbers, and the car went up directly. "The penthouse is secured this way," he explained, pulling his key out and putting it back in his jacket. "Now, where were we?"

"Right about here," Erica replied, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She was normally much more reserved, but there was something about him. The commanding presence of his eyes, the power of his taut body, and the aura he had around him that left her wanton with desire.

She was enraptured when he kissed her back, his hands much more exploratory than they had been on the riverside, reaching down to cup her ass, pulling her into him. She groaned at the strength of his hands and the feeling of his hard cock pressing up against her, and she felt tempted to drop to her knees, to see if she could get him out of his pants before the elevator stopped. Before she could move however, the ride was over, and the doors opened.

With a slight dip of his legs, Dwayne picked her up and carried her across the penthouse suite to the gigantic brocaded sofa against the wall. She was able to grasp the sense of color in the room, a modest gray and gold that screamed of elegance and refined class.

Before she knew it, his lips were on her neck, sucking and licking at her skin hotly. His hands pulled at her sweater, sliding beneath the wool to send electric ripples of pleasure through her body as his fingers touched her bare skin. Pulling herself back, she shook her head. "Uh uh," she said, pushing him back a bit.

He sat back, confused. “Having second thoughts?”

Erica laughed, shaking her head as she reached down and pulled her sweater off. "No, of course not. But I'm wearing a hundred dollar sweater, and that's at least a two thousand dollar suit, and more importantly I’m not wandering through the halls of this hotel in a bathrobe because we tore our clothes off each other."

Dwayne resettled himself on the sofa opposite her, a small smirk on his handsome features. "Then strip."

Erica was startled by the change in his demeanor. It wasn't that he became cold or hard, but instead, his voice took a gravitas of command, a tone that brooked no disagreement, and she felt herself standing up from the couch without even realizing she had agreed with his words.

"Good," he replied, his blue eyes appraising her figure. "Damn, you're beautiful. Now, like I said, strip. But do it slowly. I like to be teased.”

Erica couldn't believe herself as she started to sway to unheard music, working her hands down the sides of her sweater, running them over the swells of her breasts. She had always been the strong one in previous relationships, the one who made the decisions, and she never would have willingly stripped for a previous lover while he sat there lounging on a sofa like the king of the world. Then again, she wasn't the type to go up to a man's hotel room only hours after meeting him either. But there was something in Dwayne's eyes that made her want to obey his every word, to do whatever he told her to do. It was both scary and exhilarating at the same time.

She felt her arousal growing as she took off her sweater and skirt, leaving herself in just the "sensible" bra and panties she had worn. Part of her wished she had chosen sexier garments instead, but by the look in Dwayne's eyes, she could tell he was still entertained. Her suspicion was confirmed as she watched the bulge in his suit pants grow bigger. She licked her lips at the thought of seeing what was contained within, and a fresh surge of wetness came over her.

"That's enough," Dwayne said, standing and coming towards her. "I want you to take my clothes off, but you cannot touch my cock until I'm totally naked."

Erica thrilled as Dwayne stood as still as a statue, letting her remove his suit piece by piece, her lust for him growing as she removed piece by piece until he too was in just his underwear. She ran her fingers over the taut, firm muscles of his chest and arms, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against his. He was nicely tanned, clearly a resident of the islands, and his skin carried just a hint of the outdoors with it. It was so different from the gossamer soft skin of many of the models she worked with, who spent all the time they could protecting their 'assets.' She could have spent hours just exploring his chiseled torso, but the outline of his cock in his underpants drew her attention lower, and her hands reached for it. He took hold of her wrists carefully in his strong hands, stopping her movement.

"Ask for permission,” he said softly, the command still evident in his voice.

She looked up at him, and felt her will bend to his.

"Please, may I see it?" she asked, hunger evident in her tone. His answering smile filled her with joy, and she reached forward again reverently to feel his steely hard cock through the silk of his boxers.

Sinking to her knees, she pulled his boxers down, revealing his throbbing nine inch cock, already oozing delicious-looking precum from the tip. She looked up into his eyes, filled with unspoken question. He nodded, and she reached out, taking him in her hand, reveling at the adamantine hardness of him. Reaching out with her tongue, she licked the precum from him, delighting in the sweetness of it. She took him deeply in her mouth, sucking his shaft deeply, until it hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head back, she sucked again, forcing herself down his magnificent cock until her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled herself off of him, sputtering and coughing. "Sorry," she humbly said.

"There's no need to apologize," Dwayne replied, stepping back to help her to her feet. “You’re incredible. But as wonderful as your lips are, I want to enjoy the rest of you."

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the bed, stretching her out on the comforter. Reaching forward, he unclasped the front catch of her bra, peeling the cups aside to reveal her firm breasts. She could see him looking for a scar line, but she was all natural, and proudly so. No surgeon had ever touched her body, except for the small appendectomy scar she had from when she was eight.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her long legs, posing for him to let him appreciate the toned muscles of her thighs and hips, feeling sexier under his gaze than she had in years. Here was a man who appreciated her full beauty as a woman, elegant and sexual and strong. His gaze told her he saw all of those things in her and more. She was powerful, but he was even more powerful, and she willingly gave in to him.

He reached out with his hand to stroke her stomach, his fingertips sending ripples of sensation through her body. She felt herself shiver uncontrollably as his lips captured hers in a firm kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth for the treasure within. She felt herself submit to his desires, her body responding like it had never done before with any other lover, pleasure rippling through her as he took total control.

Kissing lower, a cry tore from her throat as he encircled her left nipple with his tongue, while his right hand reached lower, parting her thighs to rub at the already soaked entrance to her pussy. His fingers were powerful, yet tender, rubbing in small circles that brushed against her clit with every upstroke, before dipping lower to the entrance to her pussy itself. She felt her hips twitch against him, wanting him to fill her more, and her hands came up to hold his head to her breast. He pulled back, his fingers stopping.

"No hands," he commanded, his voice playful as if he knew the torture it would cause her not to participate and guide him. Erica looked him in the eye and nodded, forcing her hands to the bedspread, balling the fabric between her fingers. Dwayne watched, and nodded his approval before his magical fingers found their motion again, this time spreading her lips wide as he inserted his middle finger into her, slowly pushing in and causing her to gasp at the long missed sensation of a man inside her, even if it was only his finger still.

He worked her masterfully, his finger pumping in and out of her, soon adding another, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit as she felt herself soon on the brink of orgasm. He slowed his strokes, causing her to whimper.

"Please," she asked, her eyes brimming with need. “Keep going.”

"You only have to ask," he replied, his stroking speeding up again until she felt her body clench around his digits, feeling her orgasm rush over her in a blissful wave. She felt fresh wetness flood her thighs, and her heart race as she drew the moment out, before relaxing into the bed. Just as she did, she felt him reach down to take her leg and turn her over, until she was face down on the bed.

"On your knees," he said, helping her with his powerful arms until she was on her knees and elbows with him behind her. She could feel the radiating heat of his cock rub against her ass, and she moaned in fresh desire, wanting him to fill her.

She couldn’t take the wait, and pushed herself back wantonly to feel him against her, his sexual power filling her with more desire than she’d ever felt in her life. He took her thin waist in his hands, holding her still as he pushed in, taking his time to allow her body to adjust to the thick length. Once he was fully inside her, he started thrusting in powerfully, taking her fully within his power, the smooth piston action filling her over and over again and bringing her to another crescendo. She reached down to rub her clit, the combined electricity leaving her wailing in pleasure as she balanced on the edge of a tremendous climax. She could hear his breathing quicken as his own lust grew, his hard cock swelling inside her as his orgasm approached.

He started to pull out when she found her voice again.

"No," she begged, pushing herself back, trying to keep him within her. "Fill me with your come."

Her words were the trigger he needed it seemed, as his hands clamped almost painfully on her waist as he thrust forward one last time, a bellow erupting from his chest as she felt him come, jet after jet of his seed filling her with ecstasy, triggering her second orgasm. She felt herself lose control of her body, her face burying into the soft comforter, unable to support her body as she was buffeted by the force of her climax.

Finally, the wave crested and she relaxed again, rolling to the side as exhaustion combined with her blissful feeling. She felt her eyes slipping closed for a second, her comfort increasing as she sensed Dwayne behind her, and she felt a peace within herself that she’d never felt before.

T
he Caribbean was just
as blue as she imagined, even different from the ocean around Miami, Erica thought, as the chartered seaplane flew over the waters towards the small island where she knew Dwayne was waiting for her. After their night of passion in London, and a repeat the next morning, she had reluctantly left him behind as the Milan fashion show wouldn't wait for a love affair.

However, they had promised to meet afterwards, and now, three weeks later, she was taking him up on that promise. Combining business with pleasure, she ostensibly wrote off the entire trip as a business expense. When she had told Tina to blank out the entire two weeks however, she had seen the look in her assistant's eyes, and was glad for the darkness of her office that hid blushing so well. She told Tina she kept her office dark to keep the temperature down, but there were side benefits at times.

"We'll be landing in about ten minutes," the pilot said to her over the intercom. It felt strange, having direct communication with the flight crew, but Dwayne had insisted she fly rather than take the normal boat to the island. She got to look out from the small six seat seaplane, where the pilot was so close she could reach up and touch his shoulder if she wanted. "If you look out your left side, you can just see the hotel now."

Erica's breath was taken away as she watched the small island come into view. It was a paradise, pure and simple. The resort combined natural jungle forest with landscaping for maximum effect. Lush grass gardens wound their ways through trees, while on the other side was a full length Olympic pool, although Erica couldn’t imagine anyone using it with a beach like that readily available. At least one third of the island was almost totally untouched, but she thought she could see hiking and mountain biking trails through breaks in the trees.

Pulling up to the dock after landing, Erica felt her heart speed up as she saw Dwayne on the pier, casually dressed in a polo shirt and khaki cargo shorts. She knew that she had spent the past three weeks in a distracted state, her mind continually going back to the hours they had spent together in London. She would try to get work done, but after about twenty minutes or her mind would wander to a sight or sound of Dwayne and London. Twice she had stopped and scrapped design drawings because she realized she was merely drawing Dwayne in the suit she had seen him in the first time in the bar of the Grange Hotel.

Since she left London, they’d exchanged e-mails almost daily, twice even Skyping for hours. The entire time he had been a total gentleman, never even hinting at the passion they had shared in the London hotel room, but she could see it dancing behind the small grin, the happy twinkle in his eye as they discussed clothing designs and shared personal histories and got to know each other better. It was almost surreal, the blend flowing so naturally for them. Either way, he was in front of her now, and she could feel the strange cocktail of emotions bubbling within her. She kept telling herself it couldn't be love, but part of her wanted it to be already.

"Miss Williams," Dwayne greeted her, taking her hand and kissing her fingers like an old style suitor. Erica laughed, and took her hand back.

"Oh, so I'm just Miss Williams now?" she asked, her eyebrow cocked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I had figured I could at least be Erica."

Dwayne smiled, and shook his head. "Not while I'm working," he replied, "although I must say you are the first guest of the resort I've greeted dockside since... well, you're the first actually, if that tells you anything."

Accepting his argument, Erica let Dwayne lead her on a tour of the entire estate. The resort had over one hundred rooms, a three star restaurant, and all the typical amenities that Erica expected from an island resort. There was only one thing missing.

"Where's your golf course?" she asked, thinking of what she had seen flying in. "I'd think that would be a major attraction."

"Most of my hotels have them, but this island is too small and mountainous for anything other than a mini-golf course, and the target clientele doesn't include kids here. We have other places for that. Actually, this is the oldest of my hotels, and I use it as my personal headquarters," Dwayne answered, leading her inside.

The interior was done in a classic Spanish colonial decor, with creamy adobe walls, open spaces, and plenty of windows that allowed amazing views all around. "The main portion of the hotel was built in nineteen thirty seven by my great grandfather," Dwayne said as they crossed the atrium. "It's actually not the first of the Forrester Hotels, but it is currently the oldest still standing. When I took over the chain from my father a few years ago, I made sure to update the resort to fit modern standards. It took quite a bit of money when you consider the number of hotels, but I think it's been worth it. Structurally, amenities wise, and services wise, we're poised for another generation of good growth. With your help, I'd like to finish up revamping our image as well. No need to have twenty first century hotels and twentieth century looks."

Leading her to his office in the rear, Erica was at first disappointed to not have an ocean view. "I save that for my personal bungalow," Dwayne replied, following her line of sight. "If I had the ocean outside my window all day, I'd never get any work done. Now, before we move on to personal discussion, you did say you were going to bring along some workups of your ideas for the uniforms?"

"Yes, they're in the green suitcase your staff is bringing up," she replied, waiting while Dwayne called out to the front desk staff to have the bag brought in. Once there, Erica displayed her ideas on the desk. Dwayne looked them over before commenting.

"You know, the old saying is that anything looks good on the hangar, but wearing it is different," he grinned, as he sat down and took off his shoes. "So I guess I'm just going to have to try these on myself."

"Wha.... now?" Erica said, startled. "But I didn't even fit them to your size. They're just a generic American men's large."

"And I'm just about that size, although I may be a bit tight in the chest and shoulders," Dwayne commented. "After all, I have to have things that will look good off normal sizing for my staff, I can’t have everyone custom fit for their uniforms. We're an island resort, not a black tie and tails spot in New York.

Erica could feel her pulse race as Dwayne stripped for her, until he was wearing just his boxer shorts again. She had forgotten how handsome he was, and the closeness of his body made her warm with desire again. She was sure he was feeling the same way, with the small glances he gave her and the way he was turning his crotch away to hide his most likely swelling erection.

"You know, if you ever want to give up being a hotel CEO, I can definitely get you work as a model in magazines."

Dwayne chuckled as he pulled on the first pair of shorts, a light blue pair with colored accents. "Sorry, but I'm not showing off my body to just anyone."

"But you're showing it off to me," Erica said with a smile.

Dwayne's smoldering look in reply sent trembles through her body. "You're not just anyone," he replied, his eyes filled with what she hoped was deeper meaning.

For the next hour, Dwayne put on his own personal fashion show for her, checking each outfit in the full length mirror that was bolted against one wall. In the end, they settled on five different outfits, to be divided amongst management and service staff, along with a summer and winter option. Dwayne himself selected one set that would be his personal work uniform year-round.

By the end of it, Erica couldn't remember a time she felt more aroused, with the multitude of close up views of his hot body. Suddenly, she saw something on Dwayne's shirt, something that didn't belong.

"Hold on," she said, getting up off the couch and walking over to him on somewhat unsteady legs. She ran her hands over his midsection, enjoying the feeling of his stomach muscles under her hands. "Let me.... there," she said, holding up the errant thread. She realized how close their bodies were, and without even thinking she ran her hands over him again, pressing herself against him as her lips sought his.

Their kiss was strong and sweet, both of them letting loose the pent up desires of the past three weeks of just video chats and phone calls. Within moments, Erica had unbuttoned his shirt, her hands running over his firm muscles with greedy desire. She felt him pulling at her tank top, and she raised her arms, allowing him to pull it over her arms to reveal her lace bra underneath.

"I was hoping you'd be seeing this today, I just didn't expect it this early," she said as she felt his eyes roam over her body. "But, aren't you worried about us being interrupted?"

Dwayne blinked for a moment, not understanding, before a sheepish grin broke out over his face.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, turning around and walking over to the door. He stuck his head out to where his assistant had her desk. "Mary, hold all calls, I don't want to be disturbed for the next hour. Oh.... and take a break. In fact, take the rest of the afternoon off."

Erica couldn't hear the reply, but Dwayne closed his door and turned the thumb latch. He turned, a wolfish look on his face as he sprinted across the office in three strides, sweeping her up in his powerful arms before pinning her against the wall. Their desire was feverish, and his strength left her breathless as he seized her neck with his lips, sucking and licking his way down to her breasts, the fragile lace snapping like tissue-paper in his hands.

Within moments, he was sucking on her nipples, her head thrown back and her mouth open in a wordless 'O' of pleasure. With his right hand, he reached under her loose skirt, finding her mound already wet with desire, her panties soaked. She could feel his fingers start to rub her clit powerfully, driving her to the brink of orgasm within what seemed like seconds, as his hungry mouth devoured her nipples and breasts.

"Oh God I've missed your body," his muffled voice declared between sucks and nips, and Erica could only groan in agreement as her arms felt helpless to do anything other than hold on around his powerful shoulders as he brought her to a shuddering climax. Finally, she came down, her eyes taking in the powerful build of his body and the large bulge in his shorts.

"And I've missed that," she said, reaching out to touch his cock through his pants. "You know, last time I never got to see it inside me. We seemed to enjoyed mostly doggy style."

"I know," Dwayne replied, pushing his shorts down. Since he had removed his shoes long before to help with the uniform modeling, he was able to quickly step out of them, leaving him nude in the warm afternoon sunlight of his office. "You want to watch this time?"

"God yes," Erica replied, pushing her skirt and panties down, leaving her just as naked as he was. "How about on your desk, my powerful CEO?"

"Kinky," Dwayne said with a chuckle, as he picked her up and carried her over to the wide teak expanse. He kept the desk almost totally clear, with only a laptop in the center and a phone in the upper right corner, so there was nothing to move out of the way as he perched her on the edge of the desk, her ass jumping at the coolness of the varnished wood against her hot skin. She looked down at the shaved lips of her pussy, something she had done just for him.

"You're absolutely beautiful," Dwayne replied honestly, as he lined his cock up with her entrance. Erica had never seen a more erotic sight as the steely hardness of his massive cock slowly spread open the soft lips of her pussy, stretching her open as he filled her both body and soul. Her eyes couldn't tear themselves away until he was all the way inside her.

"I swear you're even tighter than last time."

She could only gasp in reply as he pulled back, pausing with only the flared head of his cock inside her before pushing in again, her gasp becoming a whimper as he pumped in and out of her.

In London, he had been strong yet tender, patient as he brought both of them to climaxes each time. Erica could sense there wasn't going to be any teasing or gentleness this time; they had both wanted each other far too long without having a release. She wrapped her long legs around his muscular hips, pulling him into her, before looking him in the eyes. "Fuck me," she begged. "We can make love later."

"As you wish," he replied, before powerfully driving himself in and out of her, his hips slapping against her thighs with each thrust. She wailed in delight as he rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust, and his hands reached out to tease and pinch her nipples. She laid back on the desk, throwing her head back in pleasure as he claimed her, carefully putting her elbows down on the desk so as to not lay directly on his laptop.

Still, within minutes, she could feel herself ready to climax again, and she sat up, throwing her arms around him as she ground her clit into his throbbing hardness. He held her tight, his teeth fastening on her shoulder and neck in a possessive bite that, while not breaking the skin, was sure to leave marks. It thrilled her, causing her to come again, her wails mixing with his as he found his own peak, the warm seed from his cock filling her and leaving her satiated in a way she had missed so much.

For the next five days, they played continuously it seemed. She had agreed to abandon her suite in the hotel for living in his bungalow, and most of the time they never left the bed. They had sex constantly, in every position she had ever imagined, trying every wrinkle she had ever thought of. She was proud of the morning she eventually took him all the way in her throat, sucking him all the way until he filled her mouth with his salty cream. He had reciprocated, licking her until she swore she couldn't breathe, her climaxes crescendoing upon one another as he drove her higher and higher until she felt she might go mad from the pleasure.

Not that they stayed totally in the bungalow either. When they weren't having sex in the house, he treated her to every pleasure the resort had to offer. They went scuba diving in the crystal blue waters, dined in the restaurant where she enjoyed fresh seafood and the finest of wines, and went bicycling along the miles of trails that stretched through the forests around the resort.