Open For Him (BBW / Billionaire Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“I don’t understand?” Derreck asked.  He laughed and then snapped his wrist forward.  Both men jumped back, threatened.  Derreck flicked the clasp of his watch and wiggled it off his wrist.  He dangled it off his index finger and nodded.  “Here, you want time?  Take it.”

“We can’t take that,” the second man said.

“Why not?  You’re wasting my time right now, the most important time I have.  You think time will make your company profitable, here, try it.”

The first man reached out and took the watch.  He stared it in amazement.

Derreck then turned, taking Macy with him. 

“What was that about?” Macy whispered.

“Punk kids.  They get a fancy degree from a fancy school and find me, thinking I’ll budge.  Just because I’m under thirty they think we’re on the same level.  I didn’t go around begging people for money or time, I went out and made both.”

Hearing Derreck so strong, his voice stern and confident turned Macy on more than she ever thought possible.  He had just been a complete ass to those young men but when he explained it, it made sense.

Perfect sense.

“At least they got your watch,” Macy said.  “Maybe they’ll keep it.  As a reminder.”

Derreck laughed and stopped walking.  He turned to face Macy, taking both her hands into his hands. 

“You’re almost too innocent for me,” he said.  “They’re probably in a cab on the way to a pawn shop.”

“They’d pawn your watch?  Why?”

“Macy, that watch is worth thirty thousand dollars.”

Macy opened her mouth to laugh, knowing Derreck had to be kidding.  No sound came out of her mouth as she remembered the heels on her feet. 

Derreck was a multi-billionaire, he could do what he wanted, when he wanted to.

Including handing out thirty thousand dollar watches.

“That’s...”

“No big deal,” Derreck said.  “Plus, I needed them away from us.  We have plans tonight.”

“Plans?”

Derreck walked again.  Macy saw two large doors open just ahead.  It was the room where Derreck invited everyone to relax and have a few drinks.  She shut her eyes for a second, not wanting to become some object of Derreck’s to be paraded around.  The fact was she, in so many ways, was trapped by Derreck.  She couldn’t just leave, she had nowhere to really go.  Stand out front and wait for a cab, maybe.  Or stay with Derreck and live out a little fantasy.

As Derreck hurried by the open doors, Macy looked inside, catching the quick sound of a hundred voices all talking at once.  The rich mingling with the super rich.  And the richest of the them all led Macy to the elevator, pressing the up button.

It left her confused.  She wanted to question it, but didn’t want to ruin any moments that were about to happen.

The doors opened and they stepped inside.

Before the doors could close, Derreck spoke.

“So, you’re innocent, and beautiful, and you hide behind your friend’s success.”

He was brutal, but honest.

“I want to know why.”  He looked at Macy.  “Why hide?”

“I never said I was hiding,” Macy said.  “I’m right here.”

“And yet... if I...”  Derreck side stepped and allowed his left hand the slide around Macy’s wide body.  His fingers played with her dress for a few seconds, moving towards the front of her body.  And down.  “... touch you... Macy...”  Derreck moved slightly behind Macy, placing his right hand on her right side, this time keeping his hand high, moving up as though he was going to touch her breast.  “... you shudder... don’t you?”

Macy did shudder, and she nodded. 

“Of course you do,” Derreck said.  “Why is that?”

Macy took a deep breath.  Her heart bounced in her chest.  “Because you’re a stranger to me.”

“A stranger?” Derreck asked.  “A stranger... so you’d flirt with a stranger?  You’d stand up a stranger?  You’d take gifts from a stranger?  You’d ride in a limo with a stranger?  You’d ride in an elevator with a stranger?”

Shit, Macy thought.

The way Derreck said it... he almost wasn’t a stranger.  Not at all.

Shit.

Before Macy could think of something to respond with, Derreck pressed the emergency stop button the elevator.  It came to a grinding halt and Macy cried out.

“That’s right,” Derreck whispered.  He put his lips to her neck.  “Show me who you are.  Don’t hide from me, Macy.”

Macy whispered, “Oh” and groaned. 

Derreck’s right hand came up and around, his fingertips flirting with the bottom of her breast.  His left hand continued its descent down, coming very close to touching between her legs.  He stopped an inch away from touching her most sensitive spot.

“Derreck,” Macy whispered. 

“Tell me,” Derreck said.  “Don’t hold back.”

“I... I want you to touch me.”

“I know you do,” Derreck said.  His left hand moved from Macy’s body and pulled the emergency button, allowing the elevator to continue.  “Soon, Macy, I promise.  Very soon.”

Derreck took his original place and stood there, staring forward, a smile grazing his face,.  Macy didn’t want to look away from Derreck but she couldn’t help it.  She’d never been so turned on or teased by a man before.  Especially considering who Derreck was.  All he was worth. All he accomplished.  And how sexy he was.

So.  Fucking.  Sexy.

Macy closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to collect herself.  All that did was allow her mind to flash the images of what she hoped Derreck looked like naked.  She opened her eyes as the elevator stopped and she then realized that in all the sexual commotion, she forgot to ask herself the obvious question.

Why were they going up in an elevator?

“Derreck, I have
to say something...”

“It’s all taken care of,” Derreck said, letting the tips of his fingers slide down Macy’s arm, past her wrist, interlocking his fingers to hers. 

The move, so small, so subtle, was so big, and so sexual.

“I arranged for a room, just in case I needed one.”

“Why am I here?” Macy asked.

Her voice carried down the hall and back.  At first, Derreck didn’t answer her, only continuing to walk.  At the end of the hall, he opened the door on the left with a small card he took from the inside of his breast pocket. 

Macy couldn’t believe herself as she followed Derreck into the room.  The night continued to progress, at a speed Macy had a hard time comprehending. 

Derreck stopped at a dresser, allowing Macy to continue into the room.  The place wasn’t a hotel room, it was an apartment.  Bigger than Macy’s apartment.  Bigger than Stacey’s art gallery.  Large windows running side to side, high ceilings, an open floor, complete with a separate area for the bed.  In the center of the room was a see through fireplace with furniture surrounding it. 

The place screamed of elegance and money.

Macy walked to one of the brown leather couches and touched it.  She then noticed her hands were shaking.

Shaking out of fear.

Out of lust.

Out of... need.

She looked over her shoulder and realized she needed Derreck.  She needed Derreck Hagan to touch her, to have her, to pleasure her.

“To answer your question,” Derreck said, stripping himself of his suit jacket, “you’re here because you want to be here.”

The answer wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the answer Macy expected to hear.

“But... you told me to be in the elevator at noon,” Macy said.  “You came to the gallery... you...”

“Me, me, me,” Derreck said.  He moved towards Macy, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, forcing them up his arms.  “It’s about you, Macy.  Someday you’ll understand that.  When you can open yourself to me, and even yourself.  Stop hiding, Macy.”

Derreck was standing a few feet away.  He slid his hands into his pockets.

“Like I said, I’m right here.”

“You’re here,” Derreck said, “but are you... really here?”

Macy pushed from the couch and took a step.  She felt herself almost losing balance because of the damn heels.  That was it.  She had enough of the heels.  Diamonds or not, they were done.  Macy bent down and unhooked the heels.  Then in a daring move, she stood up, somehow not falling and stepped from them.  She lost a couple inches in height, but the heels were left on the floor.  The gesture was inviting, implying that Macy intended to stay... for a little while.

She walked towards Derreck, doing her best not to show the signs of her body’s aching needs.  She paused leaving an inch separating herself and Derreck.

“Right here,” she whispered.

“Of course,” Derreck said.

He moved as fast as Macy did, one of his hands touching the back of her neck, pulling her towards his mouth.  Their lips met and Macy moaned.  She moaned into Derreck’s mouth, then she tried to close her mouth but Derreck wouldn’t allow it.  His tongue came forward, making Macy’s knees bend.  His other hand hurried to her lower back, keeping her steady and close.  Macy tried to resist Derreck, but it was a losing battle from the second Derreck set his eyes upon her. 

Fuck.

Macy felt her body touch Derreck’s.  Her legs opened with an instinctive need, allowing Derreck to offer himself to her.  When she felt Derreck’s hardness, she moaned again, this time louder.  Her hands went to work, finding the loopholes of his pants, pulling at him.  She thrust her body at Derreck, trying to move on him.  Derreck held her tight, ensuring her entire body could feel everything he had to offer.  Her mind could only race, wanting to see Derreck.  And feel him.

As Derreck broke the kiss, the tip of his tongue licked Macy’s lips and then he licked his.  His hand remained at the back of her neck while the other hand at her lower back. 

“Turn around, Macy,” Derreck said.  “Look out the window to the city.”

Macy would have rather stayed facing Derreck, enjoying the stiffness of his erection, but she was lost against his words.  She turned around.  Derreck was then up against her, guiding her towards the couch.  He took her hands and placed them on the top of the couch.

Macy sighed.

He then moved his hands to her hips and squeezed, just once, before pulling, forcing Macy to thrust her backside towards him.

“That’s it,” he whispered.  “That’s what I want.  Right now.”

Macy stared out the window, almost gasping for air.  She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her, that was impossible.  They were too far up in the air and too far in the center of the room to be seen.

She gasped for air out of fear.  What if Derreck took her dress off?  What if he... really saw her?  Not just her naked, curvy body, but what about the scars?

Derreck’s fingers flirted with the bottom of Macy’s dress.  She felt him reaching into her dress, gripping her dress, his knuckles grazing the back of her legs.  At this angle, there wasn’t anything to really worry about.  Macy could handle this.  She looked over her shoulder and moaned, watching as Derreck’s eyes were glued upon her backside.  As his hands lifted her skirt, Macy had to close her legs to allow it.  When she did, she could feel just how turned on her body had become.  There was an intense feeling between her legs, her panties wet, and her tender sex already throbbing.

She refused to think about the last time a man touched her.

When her skirt came up to her lower back, leaving a pair of black laced panties visible for Derreck’s enjoyment, she couldn’t think about anything else other than Derreck touching her.  Having her. 
And fucking her.

“Oh, Macy,” Derreck said as his fingers began to flirt with the line of her panties.  One by one, his fingers slipped under the panties, pulling at them. 

As he pulled on Macy’s panties, the pressure increased in the front.  She was so engaged by then that when she felt the soft cloth pulling at her sensitive clitoris, waves of pleasure soared up and down her body.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Her legs tightened and she thrust back at Derreck, out of need for relief.  When she did, it allowed Derreck’s strong fingers to move down and under, touching wet skin. 

Just the touch of his fingers made Macy cry out for him.

She could already feel the orgasmic pleasure building. 

Derreck’s left hand retreated, cupping her left cheek.  As he massaged her, trying to coax her into relaxing, his right hand continued to work.  His fingers ran by her wet folds, touching them gently, easing his way into Macy’s sex area.  Macy sighed and moaned, rocking her body slowly.  Derreck’s middle finger found her clit and pressed hard enough to cause Macy’s body to jump.  She convulsed and as she opened her mouth to say something - or maybe just scream - Derreck placed his thumb to her opening, making small circles. 

That was her warning, along with a commanding smile from Derreck.

His thumb then entered her, exploring her warm tender inside with a slow penetration.  As he stared into her eyes, Derreck could feel her desires and needs coming to life.