Resisting the Billionaire Collection (59 page)

"You missed it because of me?"

"No, not at all. I missed it because my
stupid landlord threatened to kick me out on the street. You
totally saved me. You were my knight in shining armor." She looked
over at him now and could see how stressed out he was about
arriving late.

"You’re such a sweetheart, Adam. Look at
you, even driving me all the way down here. I know you don’t have
any real plans downtown. Come on, admit it. You just changed your
plans for me."

"Okay, you got me. I just… I’m just so glad
that…"

"It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything."
He might be a loser but he was the cutest, sweetest, and sexiest
one she had ever met. His heart was in the right place, even if his
head wasn’t. She fished her phone out of her bag and made a
call.

"Who are you calling?" Adam asked.

"Dan at the shelter. I’m not going to make
it now, so why don’t you and I just go get a beer together
somewhere?"

Adam smiled in relief. He barely had money
for a pitcher but it would be enough. He had a chance before Blake
Murray revealed just exactly how loaded and over-the-top
philanthropic he was. His roommate wasn’t playing fair at all.

"Hello, Dan? I’m really sorry but we’re not
going to make it. We’re hitting all the stop lights in Manhattan
tonight."

Adam smiled as he listened in, loving the
window into this mysterious girl’s world that it gave him.

"Really?" She sounded surprised. "Why would
he care if I was there or not?"

The smile froze on Adam’s face again.

"He wants absolutely everyone to be there?"
She looked at her watch. "He’s willing to wait?" Adam’s face was
like a Madame Tussauds wax work.

"No. I’m really flattered that he would do
that, but I’ve already made other plans. I’ll see you next week,
Dan. Give my regards to Mr. Murray."

She hung up and smiled at Adam. She had just
turned down a meeting with multi-millionaire who loved to give away
money to worthy causes. Why? So she could have a platonic drink
with a screwball cycle courier who was $19,000 in debt and probably
didn’t have the price of a pitcher of beer in his pocket.

God damn this stupid heart
of mine.
Adam smiled over at her and she
felt her heart melt again just a little bit more.

Chapter
Twenty-Seven

That night, the sexual tension was multiplied by a
factor of ten.

The drink they had together was platonic
alright, but somehow every word that came out of their mouths
seemed loaded with double entendres and unintentional flirting.
Luckily, between them they only had money for a couple of drinks,
so things wound up before they could get out of control.

Nevertheless, Adam had to cunningly adjust
his underwear so he could accommodate his hard-on while he got into
his sleeping bag later that night. He rolled over on his side again
to keep it concealed but it had been an arduous day.

Within just minutes, he was dead to the
world. His breathing quickly changed to the release of deep sleep
and his body stretched out instinctively across the floor, pulling
his sleeping bag open. It was a warm night and he had taken off his
t-shirt after getting into the bag, so he was wearing nothing but a
pair of shorts.

His dreams were instantly inhabited by the
gorgeous redhead by his side. They were together in a beautiful
garden of paradise and she was telling him how much she loved him.
He was powerless before her and somehow, in his dream she seemed to
touch every part of him all at once. His mind, body, and soul were
all laid bare as she devoured him. This was not like him at all; he
loved to take, dominate, to be on top, and force exhausted screams
of pleasure from his partners. But in his dream, the tables were
turned and there was nothing he could do.

MJ meanwhile couldn’t sleep a wink. She had
spent half the day dozing in Adam's bed and the other half nosing
around his room. Everything she found had just made her like him a
little more.

She lay transfixed watching him. He was so
close that she could have reached out to touch him.

A full moon together with the street lights
illuminated the room clearly, soon highlighting the growing bulge
in his shorts. It wasn't long before MJ noticed his prodigious
mound. She jerked her eyes away instinctively and turned over in
her bed to look the other way. Not exactly cool to be caught
staring at a guy’s erection in the middle of the night like a
hungry cat.

But after a minute or two, she turned back
over.

He was smiling in his sleep and mumbling
things. His erection was pounding by now. How was it that a man
could be so exhausted from physically exerting himself all day but
at the same time his cock could be so angrily raging for sex?

Men. She loved them really but would never
understand them.

In his dream, Adam began calling out MJ’s
name as her mane of red hair went lower down, filling every inch of
his body with pleasure. He felt he could orgasm at any moment but
somehow he was prevented and the pleasure just kept going on and
on. 

His dream erection was as high as a
mountain, like a lunar probe Apollo rocket blasting off into space
but no matter how vast he was, Mary Jane was there taking him,
encompassing him, owning him. 

"MJ, yeah, that's it. Mmmmm."

She jumped when she heard her name. For a
moment she thought he had mumbled at her but she quickly realized
he was still asleep. She turned to watch him again.

His erection was throbbing in his shorts and
he was obviously huge down there. It looked ridiculous but combined
with his smooth skin, his muscular toned body and the deep
masculine grunts and moans that surrounded the mumbling of her
name...she was getting very, very turned on. She felt herself grow
moist as she watched the huge man's powerful body express it's
desire and need for her.

For a moment Adam did come close to
consciousness but a fear overtook him. Was he alone? Was he having
a wet dream? Where the hell was he anyway? At home, asleep on the
floor at a party? On a flight? 

But he soon lapsed into unconsciousness
again as though his vision of MJ had caught him and dragged him
back into their dream fantasy, preventing his escape. She was
calling his name.

MJ was transfixed. This was something she
had never witnessed before. Was she actually going to see him have
a wet dream? She felt embarrassed, but not enough to prevent her
curiosity.

His huge dick was strained in his shorts and
his moaning became louder.

"God, yes," he moaned, "I want you. Uh, yes,
Jesus MJ... never met someone like you...God, that's it, baby.
Scream, yeah, scream for me."

Scream for me? Was that
what he said to his girlfriends?
She
looked down at his glistening chest and chiseled six pack, the
slope of his hardened lower abdomen plunging to his barely covered
pubic bone and the other huge throbbing bone that threatened to
burst out of its confines.

That thing was for her. Not only was she
witnessing a male wet dream, but it was one that was about her.
Obviously, if he was repressing feelings like this for her all day
long, they had to come out somehow. As they weren't sleeping
together, not quite anyway, this was the result.

She held her breath as she watched him and
felt her own mound begin to pulsate and throb. She was wet
immediately and felt warmth begin to rise and spread between her
legs, down her thighs, upwards to her abdomen and a tingle of
excitement come to her breasts. 

Maybe she should just take him?

In his dream vision, MJ opened her mouth but
no sound came out. He tried to flip her over and make love to her
the way he wanted to. However, she was too powerful and he remained
on his back, struggling to orgasm but failing and staying just
there, just at the point of pre-climax, unable to go further.

Now he felt her mound begin to pulsate and
throb against him. She seemed surprised. Then he was surprised as
he could feel her moistening around him, he could feel the heat
begin to rise and spread between her legs, down her thighs, upwards
to her abdomen and a tingle of excitement come to her
breasts. 

Just take him.
She thought.
Don’t be
crazy, MJ.
She heard from her
mind.

They would end up fucking right there on the
floor and she wasn't ready for that. She didn't want it. The two of
them were practically homeless, the last thing she needed was some
barefoot romance in New York. She had visions of them panhandling
together in Manhattan.

She shook her head. Her body was still in a
high state of excitement, her breathing was getting faster and so
was his. The feelings of heat and excitement were spreading further
and she realized that her hand had found its way between her legs
and was resting firmly on her mound, her fingertips reaching down
to the lower mouth of her love, and slowly explored, but still
hesitating.

Jesus, I can't do that.
Not right here beside him.
The thought of
resisting the urge to pleasure herself made her want to go ahead
and do it even more. The thought of doing it next to him while he
slept provoked her even more.

In his bed. I’m in his bed.

Her hand began to move, slowly. She was so
wound up and it had been so long that even the tiniest movement
sent jolting spasms of pleasure through her. Soft moans escaped her
lips and blended with his deep husky moans. He was moving closer to
a climax and so was she.

He was so close. Should she wake him? Should
they just give in?

She lay on her back, her left hand massaging
her hot, pulsating nub, her right hand reaching out towards him.
What was she doing? She had no idea.

For some reason he hadn't touched himself
yet. His hands were over his head and his groin struggled upwards
as though in his dreams she was on top of him.

Then suddenly he felt her, inside his dream,
reaching out to him. The resistance was all gone, she was about to
give in and let them explode into orgasm together.

"Meeooww!"

"Oh my God!"

"Blackjack!"

The cat had jumped onto his chest and woken
him up just before he came. He sat bolt upright with the cheeky cat
in his arms, his erection still obvious through his shorts.

MJ was bolt upright as well. She had jerked
her hand out of her underwear but was still flushed, breathing hard
and obviously excited.

"I'm so sorry. Blackjack, you naughty cat,
come here." She got out of bed to take the cat from him and he
gazed up at her. There she was, the vision from his dream, in the
flesh and wearing nothing but scanty underwear that emphasized
every sexy feminine curve in the moonlight.

He was below her in the moonlight, his face
just about at the level of her thighs, his heart still pounding
from his erotic dream. Adam was still at the point of cumming and
his cock was rock-hard in his shorts. The only thing keeping it
hidden was Blackjack.

He held onto the cat for dear
life. 

MJ realized that she was wearing nothing but
her panties and bra. It was a warm night. Earlier she had even
thought about losing the bra.

Adam looked down again, he couldn't stand
MJ’s gaze, her huge green eyes were just too sexy. It was no good
though as instead of her eyes, he found her curvy hips and
thighs.

She was wearing black silk panties. His cock
stiffened even harder again. He looked back up at her, terrified
that his load was about to shoot all over Blackjack. That would be
charming. He couldn't look but suddenly he wasn't even sure if his
cock was in or out of his shorts. His heart was still pounding.

They were frozen staring into each other's
eyes.

MJ leaned over to take the cat from his
arms, and he could feel her warm, rapid breathing on his face and
neck. Her full cleavage was inches away from his face as she leaned
in closer to him to take Blackjack away. In the darkness her hands
trailed across the skin of his chest and arms before she found the
soft fur of the cat.

Oh Jesus Christ, don't
cum, please God, don't let me cum, don't let me cum.
He was rock hard -- diamond hard. Every ounce of
his body was an ounce of muscle and he was taut from the strain of
his erotic dream. Every fiber of his being had been crying out to
cum inside of her, but she hadn't been there. She had been inches
away.

He held on tightly to the cat and stared
into her eyes. At last he gave a nervous smile.

"Am I still dreaming?" He said in a low,
awestruck whisper. God, how he wanted the dream to be real, for her
to have shared it with him. If they could just do it together, just
once, he would show her how real his feeling for her were. She
would scream his name and never forget him.

MJ felt his longing and struggled with her
own. God, how she wanted to take him. Just once. They would be done
with their infatuation in three minutes and then they could go back
to normal. Maybe even get some sleep.

But it wouldn't be just once, would it? MJ
knew his type and she knew herself. There would be tomorrow night
and the night after and then before you knew it, they would be
raising three kids together on welfare, living in a slum in the
Bronx.

"Give me the cat." She said. "I'm really
sorry about that, we'll figure something out so he won't do that
again."

He released the cat and she took a quick
glance down. He seemed to have regained control of himself.

"It's okay, really. He can
wake me up anytime if..."
if you are
standing over me in those scorching hot sexy underwear,
"Well he can wake me up anytime."