Billionaire's Lies: A Novel (17 page)

He pushed my bedroom door open with his back and closed it with his foot, never once breaking away from me. At this point, I was fully grinding against his finger in an attempt to get him to stroke me harder and faster. I wanted my climax
now,
but I knew that wasn't what I was going to get. Blake was in this for the long-haul, and he was going to stretch it out and make it as sweet and powerful as possible. Every inch of him was showing me that there would only be one orgasm tonight, but that it would be the most incredible orgasm I would ever receive. The question was whether or not I'd have the patience to hold out for that long.

Blake spread me out on the bed, quick to strip off every item of clothing I was wearing. I lay there watching him, and I could already tell he wasn't planning on baring himself to me as quickly.

His jacket was the first to go, and after that was his tie and dress shirt. Blake's emerald eyes burned into mine, and he didn't break eye contact once as he unbuttoned his shirt. I writhed in bed in anticipation and thought about snapping something sassy at him to hurry up, but I didn't want to break the spell. His moves as he stripped each item of clothing were languid and sensual and so masterfully done that if I didn't know any better, I'd think he did this for a living. My eyes flickered down to his torso in its nakedness, his muscles rippled even more than I remember them. They glistened in the moonlight, and I moaned softly while gazing at his hard body. When I made eye contact with him again, he had this devilish look in his eyes. Blake knew exactly the effect he was having on me; he had me just where he wanted me. It was always like that with him, where he was always somehow in control.

Tonight, you can have as much control as you want,
I thought.

When he had gotten down to the waistband of his silk boxers, my mouth was practically watering for him and his cock. The bulge was very obvious through the fabric. Throughout the entire striptease, it was a constant reminder of what was in store for me soon.

As soon as he stripped off his boxers, I crawled over to the edge of the bed and took it in my hand. It had been so long since I'd touched it, or him, that I was getting sensory overload and overwhelmed with all of the emotions. I craved something raw to take some of the edge off. Like getting taken by him hard. But since that wouldn't happen until he was done toying with me, I settled on the next best thing. My mouth enveloped his cock, but before I could take it all on, he gently pulled himself away.

I pouted up at him and was about to say something, but he just shook his head at me slowly. He leaned over me on the bed and gripped my hip, flipping me over so I was on my back and so my head was hanging off of the bed. His mouth covered my pussy, warming me up even more. My labia was flicked with his tongue as he retraced the steps his fingers had taken earlier. I spread my legs further, trying to make my lips spread further so I could feel more of him. Then, noticing his cock in my face, I took him in my mouth as well. I bobbed my head up and down enthusiastically from underneath him and tried to reach around so I could play with his sac, but then he took my wrists and held me in place underneath him. He wanted full control. His tongue lapped at me, each long stroke excruciatingly delicious. I was so close to cumming, I could almost taste it intermingled with his precum, but each time he'd feel my clit throb against his hungry mouth he would pull back or blow cool air on my wet mound. I was squirming underneath him and wanted to stop sucking his cock or nudge his side so he would give me release, but I was held in place.

At the same time, I could feel him growing thicker and harder for me than before. I knew that him teasing me this much was driving him as wild as it was driving me, and that gave me butterflies. I loved knowing that I had such a strong effect on him. Eventually, my hips were fully arched into the air as I presented myself to him, letting him feed off of me as much as he wanted to. Wanting him to do it even harder, even more. I took Blake's cock even further down my throat, trying to swallow it as best as I could. I was rewarded with Blake's moans reverberating against my clit, and I cried out into his cock.
I'm going to cum
, I thought, as I felt the pressure build up. It was as if Blake could sense the change in my body, because he immediately pulled away, leaving me hot and bothered. My arms were finally free, and I tried to reach back and grab a hold of any part of him so he would stay and let me finish, but he moved out of my way and I was left floundering.

Blake flashed me an arrogant little smirk before saying, "You're cute when you're all worked up."

I pouted and tried to swat at him, but he was looming over me now with his rippled muscles and my hand just left a soft thud on his hard, flexed chest. He leaned his face into mine, his strong biceps framing my body as he had a fist buried into the mattress on either side of me. A few strands of his dark hair fell over his eye, and I licked my lips at his perfection. My body was still aching for his, for the release his actions were coaxing out of me.

As he closed the gap between our lips to kiss me, I spread my legs for him, making sure there was absolutely nothing between his throbbing member and my pulsating wetness. The head of his cock teased me as it slid around my clit. Blake was playing a deliciously cruel game of cat and mouse each time his cock would slide down to my wanting entrance and would stop two inches in, pulling back out to slide against my labia and clit. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore.

I broke our kiss. "Blake, please," I panted, looking up at him through my lashes.

His face was pure lust at that moment. "Say it again," he whispered in a dangerously soft tone.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, I would bet he could hear it. "Say what?" I teased, savoring withholding something from him for once tonight.

"Beg me," he growled.

"Please, fuck me," I breathed, the words dripping from my tongue like sex.

That's all it took. He let out a soft groan and gripped my curves roughly with his hands and flipped me over so I was back on my stomach. Before I knew it, he'd masterfully looped one muscular arm underneath my hips and was pulling my ass up into the air.

I wiggled my hips side-to-side, my dripping wetness feeling cool against the ventilation of my bedroom, even though I knew I was hot all over for him. He moved behind me, positioning himself so his cock hung against my labia, taunting me. Before I could push myself up to be on all fours for him, to sass him, he pushed me back down into my sheets. My breasts pressed against the softness of my comforter as Blake tsked behind me.

"Be patient," he murmured. "God knows that's what you've made me be all this time."

A shiver ran through me, and I couldn't help my smile. "I've made you be patient?" The image simply didn't compute in my mind.

"You know very well you have," he growled. He spanked me with his palm fully spread, once. My entire being jolted and another shiver ran through me, but not as powerfully as the trembling I experienced when he finally let me have him. His cock tore through me, pummeling me in a way that almost didn't feel human. Blake thrust into me with a rawness that felt so incredibly powerful that it made my nipples turn into the stiffest peaks they had ever been. He had that effect on me--making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

It was as if we had never been apart. He knew exactly what to do with me and how I wanted it, alternating between the slow, long strokes and the relentless pounding. My clit throbbed with need for him, and as I opened my mouth to beg him to give it to me hard, he did. His strong hand was placed on my back, shoving me further into the sheets. His other arm looped under my pelvis and yanked my hips impossibly high, making sure that he had full access to me--that he would be able to go as deep as he wanted to go. Blake moaned as he thrust into me, both his hands coming to my hips now and yanking my body to his as he pounded into me. My fingers grasped for the sheets and held on to keep my balance while he used my body, in turn letting me use his. My moans grew louder and louder, matching his then coming out in shallow, shrill pants. Even as I collapsed on the bed, enjoying the feel of him, he continued pounding into me in a way that practically removed all of my senses, except for one very important one that he had full control over right now. Another shiver began to ripple through me, but this one was different. The ripple grew into waves and the orgasm washed over me forcefully. I muffled my cries into the pillow so the neighbors wouldn't hear, and that was all it took. Blake held my hips to him and I could feel him throb inside of me; his groans rippled through the room as he released inside of me. I clenched on, milking him for everything he had, not caring about anything other than being with him at that moment. Other than getting him off the way I couldn't for so long.

Moments later, he was off of me and disappeared from the room.
Can anything be more perfect?
I sighed internally.

I was already collapsed on the bed at this point, feeling way too lazy and relaxed to follow him to see what he was up to now. Blake returned a moment later with a towel, which I was pleased to find was warm and wet to the touch.

"Turn around," he whispered huskily.

"Haven't had enough?" I teased as I obliged.

"I could never have enough of you," Blake responded, his voice as serious as I've ever heard it.

Within seconds, he had wiped my wetness clean with the warm towel. I had never felt so fresh and relaxed and loved in my life.
Okay, now there can't be anything more perfect,
I reasoned with myself.

After disposing of the towel, Blake returned to bed and hugged me to him possessively.

"Never again," he whispered in my ear, kissing my temple as he held me to his chest.

"Never again what?" I asked sleepily, my body already melting into the form of his. His strong arm was positioned perfectly between my breasts and my curves, and I knew that I could never buy the amount of comfort he was giving me right now. Not even with Blake's credit card.

"Being apart from you. I can't handle it, Christina. Promise me."

"If I recall correctly, Mr. CEO, you were the one who..." I stopped myself as he hugged me even closer, and if I wasn't kidding myself, he let out a pretty loud gulp, too. I squeezed his arm. "Never again, Blake."

He didn't say anything after that, and within moments, he was breathing easily and peacefully.

Epilogue

"How do I look, V?" I asked Vanessa as I smoothed down the same curl for what felt like the eightieth time. Damn thing wouldn't stay put!

My best friend came up to me and whirled me around with a hand on my shoulder. Her brown eyes scrutinized me from head to toe, and she let out a 'hmm' as if she was uncertain. When her eyes met mine again, she was grinning. "Christina, you look
beautiful
. I wish I could look this good!"

"Pfft," I scoffed at her, turning back around to face myself in the mirror, but it did feel good to hear her say that and the small smile that tugged at my lip proved it.

Vanessa had done my makeup herself: champagne smoky eyeshadow to bring out the brown in my eyes with deep burgundy lips. The makeup was
bold
and unlike me. Vanessa convinced me it would be perfect because what we were doing was bold. And it was the perfect contrast to my simple sweetheart white dress. When we were shopping, she wanted me to go for something with sequins and rhinestone embellishments and could
not
understand why I'd gone for satin with hints of lace. Since you can't win them all with Vanessa, regardless of the occasion, I now had large curls cascading out of a bun, a few strands framing this incredibly bold makeup. For once in my life, I couldn't look away from myself.
Were we really going to do this?

A knock jolted me out of my thoughts and Vanessa swore under her breath.

She opened the door a crack, not letting me get a look, but I knew who it was. Blake had been knocking every ten minutes or so. My heart fluttered at his eagerness.
I can't believe it's already been a year since that fiasco!
I thought as I half-listened to Vanessa tell Blake that it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding for the seventh time today.

I remember being so unsure of myself with Blake when we first started dating all the way until I thought he was engaged to the woman who shall not be named. I didn't know how much he loved me and I couldn't comprehend that he'd loved me all of those years we'd been talking online. He loved me for
me
and no one else could match up, I'd heard it a billion times it felt like. He told me every morning when we kissed me awake and brought me breakfast in bed, he told me throughout the day through texts while we're at work, and he told me at night while we cooked dinner together. (We decided having a cook is simply not as fun as sharing a bottle of wine while cooking our favorite dishes together.)