The Billionaire Bum (20 page)

“You know?” he said. “Someone told me that you might need some help with the painting over here. I don’t believe a word of it. You seem to be doing just fine on your own.” Lexy stood up and crossed the floor, miraculously avoiding falling down again. “David,” she purred, “how sweet of you to join us.”

David was enamored; he never even saw it coming. Lexy threw her painted arms around him and knocked him into the wall, which was also covered in fresh paint. “Welcome to the club.”

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that,” he teased.

I was really glad that Jackson had purchased way too much paint, because I think less than half of it wound up on the walls. In the end though, it turned out beautifully. We cleaned up the mess and hosed ourselves off in the alley. Tomorrow we would finish the floor, hang the curtains, and bring in the new tables and chairs. With any luck, I would re-open the day after that.

When they were dry and clean enough to go home, Lexy, David, and my dad all headed out for the night. The police were watching the building now, in rotating shifts, until Kayla was found. The locksmith had changed all of the locks, but we weren’t taking any chances.

Jackson pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “Can I take you home now?” he asked.

“I am home,” I said.

“I want to take you to my home.” He lifted my chin and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Please, Alissa? I don’t want you to stay here until whoever did this has been caught.” He smiled against my lips. “I also have a rain check to cash.”

I was done for. How could I possibly resist this adorable, sweet man with paint still drying in his wild hair? I returned his kiss.

“Just let me get a few things from upstairs,” I said with a smile.

Jackson

Alissa went upstairs to gather a few things to bring to my house, and I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. I suddenly had a whole flock of butterflies floating around in my stomach. We had technically spent the last two nights sleeping together, but this time when I asked her to spend the night it felt different, and we both knew it.

I didn’t want to rush her, so I was trying to keep my expectations at bay, but I was so very ready for her. Rolling around in the paint with her had felt like one long session of foreplay after the searing kiss she had given me in her apartment, and my body was craving more of her attention. I remembered the look in her eyes as she had curled her fist around my tie and pulled me down to kiss her. My dick was stirring again, and I fought it down with my last once of will power.

She came down a few minutes later and declared herself ready to go. I helped her lock up and waved to the police officers as we crossed the street together. It was then that I remembered I had brought the Ferrari. Every fantasy that I had ever had involving Alissa and one of my cars flashed into my mind. So much for keeping my cock in check.

“Where’s your...” Alissa started and then she stopped dead in her tracks and sized up my baby. “Yours?” she asked.

“Mine,” I said. She didn’t notice that my gaze was fixed on her and not the car.

A beautiful smile broke out on her face. “Wicked!”

I helped her into the car and reached across her lap to buckle her in, which we both knew she was fully capable of doing by herself. I allowed my fingers to rest just a little too long against her hip. God she looked hot in my car.

I jogged around to the driver’s side before I could embarrass myself any further and slid in beside her. “Wanna see what she can do?” I asked.

“I’d love to see what you can do with her.” I didn’t miss the deliberate double-entendre in her words. I was never going to make it back to my place in one piece.

I started the car and focused on the purr of the engine. Hell yes! I loved fast cars.

“Hang on tight,” I said, and we were off. I was torn between taking the scenic route so Alissa could see what my car could do and getting home as fast as humanly possible. My mind was made up when I felt Alissa gently rest her hand on my thigh. I would explode if I didn’t get her back to my place immediately. The short trip felt like hours as her hand slowly slid higher up my leg, and my erection grew inconceivably harder. At the first red light, eight blocks from my house, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She whimpered into my mouth, and I failed to notice that the light had turned green. A car behind us honked, and Alissa blushed furiously. I felt like I was in high school again.

I pulled into the garage and parked the car in its usual spot. I opened Alissa’s door and squatted down to her level. I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her again, but the position was awkward, and I was too anxious to let it last long.

She looked nervous as we made our way over to the elevators. As the doors closed behind us she turned and gave me a small smile.

“I don’t mean to make you feel unwanted,” I teased, “But if I kiss you again, we won’t make it out of this elevator.”

Her warm laugh filled the small space, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Jackson, I, um...” She was looking down at the floor, and I suddenly wondered if I had pushed too far.

“Alissa, we don't have to... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...”

“No,” she cut me off. “No, I mean...” She took a deep breath. “I mean... I want to... I want you.” She blushed adorably. “It's just, it's been a while for me, and I'm a little nervous to be honest.”

The elevator dinged, signaling our arrival on my floor. We walked in through the foyer and I took her face gently in my hands, looking into her eyes.

“Alissa,” I took a deep breath as well. “It's been a long time for me, too. I won't push you.

You just tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything okay?” She gave me another nervous smile and nodded.

“Why don't we just settle on the couch for a while? Would you like a glass of wine?”

“I'd love one, thanks.”

I went and fetched two glasses of red from the kitchen, forcing myself to calm down.

When I returned, she also appeared to be more relaxed. I had expected her to turn on the TV, but she had instead turned on the stereo and the varied tones of a classical orchestra filled the room.

After I sat down beside her, Alissa slid closer to me and rested her legs over mine, much like the position we were in to watch the thunderstorm.

She took a sip of her wine and then looked up at me. “Thank you again, Jackson, for all of your help today.”

“It was my pleasure,” I gently stroked her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I love spending time with you.” I hoped that sounded sincere; I meant it with all of my heart.

She leaned into me and pressed her lips gently to mine. She rested her head against my chest and, I absently traced patterns with my fingertips on her bare legs. I could hold her like this forever.

Alissa

It felt incredible to be in his arms. He had the most graceful hands, and I was absolutely mesmerized as I watched them trail up my legs. We cuddled and discussed the day, speaking in hushed tones as if we shared some great secret.

After a while, he leaned forward and set his mostly empty glass of wine on the table.

Then he took mine from my hand and did the same. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. He turned his body more fully to me and ran his fingertips up the length of my arm from my wrist to my shoulder. A trail of burning fire was left it its wake. He kissed me gently, and then pulled back just a hair and traced the outline of my lips with his tongue. Everything he did was too light, too gentle, and my body was screaming for more.

I leaned into him, trying to achieve further contact, but he moved away from me an inch at a time, baiting me into following his body, driving me mad with his resistance. He moved gracefully, reclining further onto the couch and silently directing me with his hands and his mouth. He smiled against my lips when the full length of my body was finally flush with his, my legs straddling his hips. His hands moved to my ass, pulling me more firmly to him. I ground myself against him wantonly, putting pressure on his erection as he bucked his hips. He hummed softly as we kissed, exploring my body with his gentle hands, encouraging me to move with him.

It was like an exquisite torture, never enough. The friction was incredible, but I wanted to feel his skin against mine. As if reading my thoughts, his hands slid under the hem of my shirt and lifted. I pushed away, lifting my arms, and allowing him to pull it over my head. He cupped my breast through my lace bra and teased my hard nipple with the pad of his thumb. His touch shot straight to my core, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

He lowered his mouth to my neck and sucked gently at the soft spot where my neck and shoulder met. I arched up into his touch, wanting more, begging him with my body.

“Fuck, Alissa,” he sighed. “You are so beautiful.” In that moment, I believed him. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world under his attentions. I wanted to give him my body, my soul. I needed to be closer.

With cat-like speed and agility, he sat up and lifted me from the couch, my legs still around his waist, his hands secure under my ass. I could feel his hard length pressed against me as he carried me upstairs.

I placed open-mouthed kisses along his neck, under his jaw, feeling the vibrations as he growled low in his throat. So fucking sexy. His skin was slightly salty on my tongue, delicious.

He pushed his way through his bedroom door and stood me up beside his bed. I clung to him, my hands fisted in the short hair at the back of his neck. I kissed him aggressively, frantically, trying to quench the aching need between my legs. We undressed each other hurriedly. His hands were everywhere, setting each newly exposed piece of skin on fire with his touch.

His body was perfection, long and lean. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and gently tugged them down over his cock. It felt smooth and hard against my stomach as he kicked his shorts across the floor. His skin was cool under my heated hands as I explored his abs and hips. I had never seen a man so sexy. His posture was self-assured, his hands so deliberate, his body a sculpted work of art.

He lifted me onto the bed and crawled between my legs. He placed a line of kisses up my torso from the base of my hipbone to the underside of my breast. He gently nipped at me and blew cool air across my overheated skin. I arched up under him, touching every inch of his skin that I could reach.

“Please,” I begged softly, “I need you.”

His lips closed around the peak of my nipple, and he sucked me into his mouth. “Oh God.

Yes.”

He worked my body into a frenzy, slowly driving me higher with his hands and mouth. I bucked against his palm as he slid two fingers into my aching pussy, opening me up for him. He tortured me with slow, deliberate movements, not allowing me to rush him, ignoring my pleading. He curled his fingers inside me, and I threw my head back in desperation. He rubbed gentle circles on my clit with his thumb and pinned me to the bed with his muscled form. His fingers pumped in and out of me steadily.

His rough voice in my ear praised me, “So hot. So good.” My body spiraled out of control, and I was helpless to do anything but give into him. “I want you to come for me, Alissa,” he begged, and I obeyed, falling over the edge in a tidal wave of pleasure.

I was still shaking from the force of my orgasm when he hooked my leg over his hip and slid his hard cock into me one inch at a time. He let out a sexy moan as he sunk into me balls deep, and I rejoiced in my ability to cause such a reaction in him. He set a hard steady pace, and I writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts and taking him as deep as I could. His thick cock was seeking and finding places within me that awoke for the first time. His muscles flexed and strained under my hands as I clung to him.

“Fuck yes,” he panted breathlessly.

He pinched my nipples gently at first and then increased the pressure as he pounded into me. I dug my nails into his back in return. “God, I love this,” he growled into my ear, “such a hot little pussy.” Hearing such filthy words from his sweet, gentlemanly lips brought out the most primal desires in me.

“Please, please, please,” I begged unabashedly. “Don't stop, Jackson.” He increased his pace and drove into me without mercy. It felt like the universe was shattering around me. Nothing made sense but the feel of his slick skin against mine. He shifted his body over me so that he could pinch my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I exploded around him. My orgasm was hard and sudden, throwing me forward without warning. He thrust into me three or four more times and then followed me over the edge with a masculine grunt.

We lay in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs for a few minutes before he carefully extracted himself from my embrace. I rolled to my side, and he gently rearranged the covers around us, tucking me in and then spooning his warm body around mine. I had never been so relaxed, and never felt so secure. I was exhausted from the combination of the stressful day and my own nervousness. Now that my body was relaxed and satiated, sleep was quickly approaching.

“You are so incredible,” he said softly, nuzzling his nose in my hair.

I turned my head and gave him one last sweet kiss. “Good night, Jackson.”

“Good night, beautiful.”

Jackson

I woke up very early in the morning. The light was still grey out the window. I wasn’t sure what had awakened me, but I knew what was keeping me awake now. Alissa had rolled over in her sleep and her legs were tangled with mine, her bare breasts pressed against my chest, her hair all over my pillow, surrounding me with her incredible scent. I was as hard as a fucking rock.

I couldn’t help but touch her. I didn’t want to disturb her peaceful sleep, but her body was warm and soft, and she called to me like a siren. I gently brushed the hair back from her face, touching the soft skin of her cheek. She was so beautiful. I pressed my lips to the top of her head and pulled her closer to me.