Most Eligible Billionaire CEO, page 37
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“Oh—okay,” I stammer.
His fingers keep moving on me, rubbing circles around my clit until I’m almost seeing stars before he sinks them deep inside me, making me moan softly as my eyes slam shut.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
The excruciating ache between my legs is unbearable, but I find it in me to obey.
“Better,” he says, his fingers still toying with my pussy.
“God,” I pant breathless. “You’re going to make me come right here in front of all these people?!”
His aqua eyes blink and his lips twitch in a wicked smile. “I am.”
Alarm bells should ring in my head, because good girls like me don’t do things like this. But right now, I’m far too consumed by the pleasure his fingers are dragging out of me.
He alternates between teasing my clit and filling my pulsing pussy.
The orgasm threatens closer and closer.
I’m powerless to stop the groan that escapes my throat.
How did he manage to bring me right to the brink so quickly?
This man, this total stranger, is in control of my body, playing me like a maestro, strumming the strings of his instrument.
As if he knows I’m close, he picks up the pace.
“I’m nearly there,” I pant.
“Don’t hold back.”
His response startles me because I didn’t realize I’d spoken the words aloud.
My hips tremble uncontrollably as he skates over my clit again, and again, and again.
My need to stay decent is swept away in a tidal wave of desire. I should feel ashamed at what I’m allowing this stranger to do to me, but I don’t. The wrongness—no, the boldness—feels so incredibly good on me, a foreign, new sensation.
Jesus.
My skin tingles.
My vision blurs.
My breath hitches.
Dear God. My brain empties of thought.
I can only feel.
My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.
“Come for me,” he murmurs.
I let go.
The force of my orgasm literally chokes me.
Heat burns in my core as I shatter in an exquisite, passionate climax that leaves me breathless. I swear my pussy spasms for a solid five minutes before the shaking in my thighs subsides.
And just like that, I go from good girl to exhibitionist without a shred of remorse.
As I struggle to snap out of the haze of arousal he’s put me in, I watch in amazement as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his lips. With his eyes boring into mine, he cleans his digits dripping with my juices with his tongue.
“Holy... uh...” my words trail.
I blink.
I blink again.
Did he actually do that in the open like this?
“Um.” I’m at a loss for words.
“Your club name suits you to a T,” he says. “That was wild and you’re a sweet little thing.”
Un-fucking-believable.
I really don’t have a reply for that.
This is more than I ever could’ve expected from tonight.
“You get a head start,” he says.
I frown my confusion.
“Get your fine ass up to our room,” he explains. “You already know what I expect of you.”
“I do,” I manage.
As I stride in the direction of a group of people rushing to the elevators, it doesn’t go unnoticed the number of couples making out in plain view. Considering how many women—and men—are on their knees with their mouths stuffed with cocks, Ignatius’s corruption is tame in comparison.
I do a double take.
A head of red hair eagerly bobs up and down a very long and meaty cock. The black dress is a dead giveaway.
Sydney found her match.
The attractive man wearing a crisp white shirt that’s fully unbuttoned, exposing a chest covered with colorful tattoos is unquestionably badass, but he’s not nearly as scary looking as her original match. There’s no way she could’ve handled that beast.
Syd’s alpha locks eyes with me, and he licks his lips suggestively as he tightens his grip around my best friend’s hair.
Wow.
My cheeks flush.
Sure, I’ve watched porn, but I’ve never seen my best friend in the throes of passion—I should say, wantonness. Not only did I turn into an exhibitionist, it also seems I’m a voyeur. I guess it’s par for the course since everything is getting thrown out the window tonight.
Freaked out by my lustful reaction, I head towards the elevators. Just as I’m about to cross the threshold, I look over my shoulder.
Ignatius is staring at me with a raised eyebrow.
His gaze drifts from the guy Syd is sucking off to mine.
I’m startled by the possessiveness I read in his eyes. It turns me on even more than I already am… and that says a lot considering how my body is already humming.
“Go. Now,” he mouths.
A rush of heat blooms between my legs, causing my clit to tingle.
I nod and scurry out of the room, too eager to get Ruined.
Chapter 5
Levi
Wild Strawberry is my perfect match.
What are the odds?
Dark Compulsion tends to attract some of the most beautiful women in LA. Members and guests are usually highly desirable, so attraction is rarely an issue. Everything is compounded when it comes to Wild Strawberry. The second I laid eyes on the blonde with the mesmerizing hazel green eyes, I wanted her with every fiber of my being.
I can’t explain it.
Given our luck tonight, it’s like we were fated.
That said, I didn’t expect things to go from hello, to me licking her juices off my fingers after making her come. It’s a kinky party and all, but I usually show more restraint than my buddies.
Fuck, that was damn hot.
I adjust my cock. I’m so turned on the fucker is hard as steel.
Eager to kick things up a notch––or twenty––I strut across the floor, scanning the room to locate my buddies. Beckett and Jace are nowhere to be seen, but a woman on her knees with jet black hair is worshiping Rod’s cock.
He grins at me.
I grin back and exit the main party room.
I don’t bother scanning my card. I know exactly where I’m going. I bypass the elevators and the queue of people waiting, preferring to take the stairs two by two up to the third floor. I stroll down the hallway until I reach our room. I scan the card and push open the door. The heels of my expensive Italian shoes clank against the hardwood floor as I make my way from the foyer to the bedroom.
A satisfied grin stretches my lips at the inviting sight I’m unlikely to forget anytime soon.
Damn.
My cock twitches in my pants.
My eyes shift from Wild Strawberry’s discarded cobalt blue dress and black lacy lingerie on the chaise to her body. Her form-fitted dress hinted at all the wonderful things going on beneath it, but seeing it in the flesh leaves me speechless.
She’s a knockout—in and out of clothes.
I take my time to appreciate all of her.
She obeyed me like a docile little lamb.
She’s waiting, naked, blindfolded, her long hair falling behind her back, her hands clasped together on her lap.
Fucking perfect.
Slowly, I remove my suit jacket and place it next to her dress before toeing off my shoes and removing my socks. As I stride to her, I free my black shirt from the confinement of my pants.
“It’s you,” she says in a breathy voice as I sit next to her. “I recognize your expensive cologne.”
I lean into her and whisper in her ear, “You were paying attention.”
This close and without any other distractions, the lovely scent of her delicate perfume tickles my nostrils.
“How could I not? Everything about you is hard to forget.”
“I like you, Wild Strawberry.”
“Ditto,” she echoes. “You have some weird effect over me,” she adds.
“It’s the same for me,” I admit. “I’ve been to many of these theme parties and I can’t remember wanting a woman this much.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Gosh. I was so worried,” she says.
“Worried about what?”
“I wouldn’t be able to satisfy a guy like you. I mean…” her words trail.
“You have everything to satisfy me… in spades,” I set her straight.
“Oh,” she lets out in a low voice.
I reach out and twist a strand of her hair around a finger before setting it free. “You have beautiful hair.” My gaze lands between her legs. “Too bad your Brazilian prevents me from figuring out if you’re a natural blonde.”
She laughs. “I’m a dark blonde, but I get highlights so it’s more honey blonde.”
“I see.”
My eyes drop to her heaving chest, zooming in on her breasts.
Like the rest of her, her tits are fucking perfect. Unable to resist, I reach out and I grope them, feeling their weight. They’re a nice size and they’re natural. Her beautiful pink nipples are begging for my touch. I lean forward and pepper little kisses along her neck and collarbone as I brush the back of my fingers against the hard peaks. I taunt them and roll them in a teasing way that leaves her squirming under my touch.
“You’re so responsive, sweetness.”
She swallows a moan.
I hold her tits in my hands, admiring them, before lowering my head and latching my lips over one hard nipple. I suck it before moving my attention to her other nipple. When I bite gently against it, a choked cry slips from her lips.
I do it again, and again, until her rosy nipples turn a seductive dark shade of red. I pull away from her to admire my handiwork.
Fucking beautiful.
“The blindfold should heighten your senses,” I say, letting go of her tits.
“It does,” she says, her voice trembling.
“You like that?”
“I do.”
She groans when my fingers drag across the skin of her taut stomach. Lower, and lower, and lower. I trace a line between her bellybutton and the entrance of her pussy, stopping just shy from exploring between her lips.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I ask.
“No,” she pants.
“I want you fully exposed and vulnerable––”
“I think I already am,” she sasses.
“This is merely the warmup. What I have in store for you will blow your mind.”
“Now you’re worrying me.”
“Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” I assure her. “I want you splayed out across the bed like an offering. I want to give you so much pleasure, you forget your own name.”
“Oh.”
“Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” Her voice comes out high-pitched.
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes, I can handle that,” confidence radiates in her statement.
“There’s one catch, though.”
“Um. Okay…” She hesitates for a beat. “What is it?”
“I want to restrain your wrists.”
“Wh—wh—what?”
“Not with handcuffs, ropes, tape, zip ties or chains––”
“Chains?” she shrieks. “Is that a thing?”
“It’s more hardcore, and not suitable for a novice, but yes, chain wrist cuffs are a thing.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Oh gosh.”
Her head drops, almost in defeat.
I place two fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head up, regardless of the fact she can’t see me. “I’m not talking about anything that extreme, sweetness. I’m talking about silk ties––”
“I’m okay with that,” she offers.
“You’re very trusting.”
She considers me for a beat. “You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you, Ignatius.”
My cock throbs.
“I like that answer,” I tell her.
She smiles shyly.
I cup her face between my palms and slam my mouth against hers, claiming it. Her pouty lips part, and our tongues meet. Sweet notes of champagne hit my tongue full force.
I groan.
There’s nothing chaste about this kiss. It’s a dominant, possessive kiss––like I fucking own her.
She places her hands on my forearms as if silently begging me not to stop.
No chance of that happening, little one.
For a few long beats, we’re all tongue as I devour her mouth.
I could kiss her like this for an eternity, but I’m too eager to taste her other set of lips.
I stand up and scoop her into my arms.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“We’re at the edge of the bed. It’s not the best place,” I explain.
“I see.”
I place her slender body smack in the middle of the king size bed.
I open the nightstand and find exactly what I need. I pull out the silk ties and place the box of condoms on top for easy access.
“Reach over your head and hold on to the headboard rails.”
These modern industrial metal beds are esthetically pleasing and serve double duty.
She obeys.
I make quick work of the silk ties around her wrists.
“Pull against them,” I order.
She does as she’s told.
“Too tight?” I ask.
“No, I’m okay.”
“You’re sure?”
She nods. “I am.”
“Since it’s our first time together, I won’t bind your legs.”
“Okay.”
“What’s the safe word?”
“Um…” she hesitates.
“What’s the color of strawberries?”
She giggles. “Red!”
“That’s right, Wild Strawberry,” I chuckle. “So, what’s your safe word?”
“Red!” she repeats.
“You have my word. We won’t do anything extreme, but I tend to get a little kinky. If anything is way out of your comfort zone, use the safe word.”
“I will.”
“Now you’re ready to play,” I say. “Part your legs,” I instruct.
She does.
I climb on the bed.
I grab her legs and spread them further apart, settling my weight between them.
My eyes are glued to her pretty pink pussy. “Look at that beautiful sight.”
Her body shivers.
I lie down on the bed, and lower my head until I can inhale her heady scent.
Fucking heaven.
I slip the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips.
She gasps a sharp breath of surprise.
I slip my tongue further in.
She pants in a strangled voice as she pulls on the bonds.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demand.
“It’s too much,” she says.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“I never said that.” Her tone is indignant.
“Just checking.”
“I’m not used to being with a man who’s this talented with his fingers and his tongue,” she admits.
“Sounds like you’re upgrading tonight,” I chuckle.
“Big time,” she laughs.
“Now that you’ve distracted me, I’m going to have to make up for those precious minutes lost.”
“It doesn’t sound like it’s going to bode too well for me.”
“On the contrary,” I tell her.
I resume my mission.
Pinning her legs open, my mouth begins to work her sensitive flesh with the same intensity that I’d kissed her mouth.
“Oh shit,” she exclaims, then yelps as my tongue pushes inside her.
I double my efforts, pumping my tongue in and out of her slick pussy.
“Your tongue… I love what it’s doing to me.”
I replace my tongue with two fingers as I close my lips around her clit.
She thrashes and whimpers as I play her like a damn violin.
“Dear God, my whole body is going to shatter into a million pieces!” she shouts.
I pull my mouth away from her intoxicating pussy, but leave my fingers lodged deep in her warmth.
I might not be able to see her eyes, but her heavy panting tells the whole story.
“I didn’t use the safe word,” she wails. “Why did you stop?” She’s ticked off.
I tsk.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
A second goes by.
Then another.
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she finally says.
“You’re already addicted to my tongue?”
“Yes… and to you,” she admits.
I didn’t see that coming.
“I’m just giving you a respite.”
That’s a partial lie.
If I don’t pace myself, I’m going to ravage this woman to the point of no return.
“I don’t need a break. I need your mouth.”
“Demanding little thing,” I chuckle. “What do you want from me?” I tease. Yeah, I know I’m being a bastard.
“Please, make me forget.”
I freeze.
“Forget what?” I ask.
“Err…” she hesitates. “I’m not thinking straight. It’s all your fault. Sex is never this mind-blowing, so obviously, I’m blurting out nonsense.”
She’s not getting off that easily.
“Forget what?” I insist.
She turns her head as a response.
“Tell me what you want to forget and I’ll gladly make it happen, sweetness,” I press, withdrawing my fingers, then plunging them back in with a third one.
She gasps, her body arching off the bed.
“Not tonight. Just for one night, I just want to feel. Please,” she pleas.
This is supposed to be an illicit night. This isn’t the time or place to psychoanalyze her life. As it stands, I may never see her again.
I drop the subject.
“All right. You want to feel? Hold on for the ride.”
She moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her, plunging into her with an increased intensity that makes me desperate to sink my hard cock into her. I close my lips over her clit, causing her back to arch off the bed all over again.
