Caught On Tape_A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Natalie Knight

  With my arms over his shoulders, I thrust my hips at him, begging him with my body to have at me. But he resists, matching my thrust with a backwards motion, and simply continuing to brush his tip against me once more, up and down, up and down.

  I can’t take it, I really can’t. I need to feel him inside of me, and I need it now.

  “Are you sure?” he asks me suddenly, and I can see it in his eyes: if I’m not totally sure of what I’m doing, he’ll back off, as hard as it might be.

  But all I do is nod in desperate agreement. The fact that he asked me makes me want this even more. I’ve never felt like this before; my muscles are tense, and my insides seem to be burning.

  And to have him so close to me and yet doing nothing…

  The outer limits of my mind are stretching and I can feel something in me about snap.

  “Yes, I want you…” I moan, still trying and thrusting my hips at him.

  “I love it when you say it like that,” I hear him saying, but I can barely understand what the words mean. My mind is exploding, and all rationality his slipping away from me.

  “Please…” I beg. “Please…”

  He gives me half an inch of his cock, and I feel my whole body trembling frenetically.

  “More…”

  One inch in and my pussy is tight like a vice around his cock. I push my body forward, but he resists my advances, feeding his cock into me so slowly even time seems to be distorting around me.

  When I think he’s about to let it go all in, he pulls back, starting the process all over again.

  “No…” I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back.

  “You’re in charge here,” he whispers, caressing the back of my neck with the tip of fingers.

  He thrusts into me with such force that fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

  I’m gritting my teeth now, a fire running through my limbs. He starts to thrust hard, his hips slapping against mine in a furious rhythm of flesh-on-flesh.

  He keeps going for God knows how long, his body tirelessly punishing mine. I don’t even know how the hell I’m still holding my position against the wall, such is the fury he is unleashing on me.

  I tighten my pussy around his cock with violent harshness, and that only makes him go harder, his coming and going motion destroying my mind.

  One hard and final thrust and his cock lodges itself deep inside me, his tip pressed tight against my g-spot.

  Just like that, I explode.

  Again.

  One more hard and deep thrust and I come in an instant, a maddening scream escaping my mouth and filling the entire cabin. I feel my inner walls spasming around his cock, but instead of stopping, he keeps thrusting at me, unrelenting.

  Still with my whole body buzzing, my limbs completely out of control, I raise my leg just a bit more, allowing him to go deeper inside me.

  Am I moaning or am I screaming? I don’t even know, and, to be honest, I don’t care.

  He keeps moving in and out of me as the orgasm still bites and claws at my mind, and I love him for it.

  I don’t want him to stop. Each thrust of his dilutes the whole world around me, and I feel myself being pulled into the depths of a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

  I lean into him, still with my eyes closed but looking for his mouth. He locks his lips on mine, our kiss growing wild and completely savage.

  Pulling back, he takes his lips to my neck and then whispers.

  “We’re just getting started.”

  I nod, my head spinning with the promise of more.

  He pulls me into him and, before I know it, he has me in his embrace.

  We kiss in abandonment as we stumble through the bedroom, completely drunk with lust. With a growl, he throws me on top of the bed and I fall there, my trembling body pushing against the sheets. With my back to him, I breathe out deeply as my body appreciates the fact that it can lay down at last.

  I feel exhausted, completely spent… And still, I want more. Much more.

  He climbs on top of me, his fingers like hooks on my waist, and I jut my ass at him. I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling exposed in that position and loving it even more precisely because of it.

  I grab at the sheets as he smacks my ass with the back of his hands, and I wiggle my backside at him in tense anticipation. With a quick motion of his hands, he grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. My whole body shakes as I feel the fabric of it brushing down my skin.

  How did this happen to me? It wasn’t supposed to happen. But I am becoming completely crazy for him, each second his body isn’t on mine painfully tortuous.

  Parting my pussy lips with two fingers, he rams his cock deep inside me and my arms lose all their strength at once: I collapse onto the bed, only my backside still raised up at him.

  He thrusts into me hard and unforgiving, handing sweet punishment in the most lovable way possible. He reaches for my hair, grabbing and gathering it in a bunch and making me raise my head.

  I’m moaning… I’m moaning so hard it’s unbelievable. I do it until I feel my throat becomes sore, and then I do it some more.

  I start rocking my hips back at him, the pendulum motion of his cock going faster and faster.

  I’m so spent even my soul feels numb.

  And yet he never stops. He reaches around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing on it as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly.

  I try to scream in delight, but even my throat is completely exhausted. I simply lay there as he brings me once more to the edge of delirious rapture and throws me down into the abyss.

  Hooking his fingers onto my hips, he pulls back and makes me turn around. I lay back on the bed, opening my legs so that he fits right between them. A shiver goes up my spine as I lay eyes on the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest.

  Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy.

  Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore. I thrust my hips toward him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bite my lower lip as I feel him enter me.

  Now there's nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dream-like that I’m not even sure if whatever is happening is real.

  It’s way too perfect to be real.

  I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal.

  How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, a pleasure so intense, it verges on the mystical.

  He goes in and out softly then, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there were nothing else in the world . And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

  His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow I’ve ever felt in my life, taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice and, with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault.

  He keeps thrusting, rubbing my clit with suddenly erratic movements, I feel him ready; I summon what little strength still lives inside of me, and I tighten my hold on him. He stops then, his muscles so tense he seems made out of marble.

  When his cock spasms harshly inside my pussy, I can’t help but submit to that wildfire inside of me and scream. Pleasure crashes against my soul as I feel his cum gushing in a torrent once more, an earthquake of climaxing delight attacking both our bodies.

  I can’t hold any longer so I just collapse completely on the bed; he falls with me, his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I moan, feeling his thickness still spasming as he lays on top of me, cum dripping down my thighs.

>   We stay like that for…I don’t even know how long. One minute, one hour? We stay like that until our exhausted bodies become capable of moving again, time having transformed itself to an abstract concept.

  He rolls to the side then, his hand resting on my lower back as he caresses the dimples there. I turn to him, struggling to open my eyes. He’s looking at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

  “That was…” I try to say, but I can’t find the word to describe it. I don’t think any dictionary or language in the whole world has a word that fits the description of everything I just felt. It’s just impossible.

  That was more than just sex.

  “Yes, it was,” he merely agrees, and pulls me into him.

  I lay my head against his chest and finally let exhaustion take over me.

  In just a few seconds, I’m fast asleep.

  Palmer

  My eyes open, and I look around the small, dark bedroom.

  Nothing is familiar.

  Not the tight space, not the glow-in-the-dark clock the shape of a moon on the nightstand, not the carpet, not even the floral-print comforters...that I also happen to be butt ass naked under, I think, as I peer down at my body.

  And then it hits me. It really sinks in.

  I remember that I'm not home.

  I remember the food…that secret recipe, and the sex…

  Nicole.

  What the fuck am I doing here? I drag my fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my temples. I rub my eyes, as if to make sure this isn't all just a dream, and then press my fingers against my forehead.

  This isn't like me at all, to be sleeping with some girl in a shitty apartment, in a shitty part of town. I'm slipping. I've gotta get a hold of myself.

  I have a goal, and I can't afford to get derailed now.

  I need to get out of here. There's no telling where my clothes are, or my wallet, or my keys, or my phone…but I don't want to wake Nicole up, so I'm going to have to feel my way through the dark.

  This place isn't that big. My stuff has to be close by.

  I carefully slip my feet out of the comforter, and swing my legs off the bed. I stand up, my body stark naked, the darkness my only cover. I don't see my clothes, so I shuffle my feet against the carpet, hoping to walk into them.

  There's nothing. They’re not here.

  So I get down on all fours, and picture what I must look like if someone where able to see me: Ridiculous. I feel like a kid going behind his parents' back and sneaking out of the house or something…but I guess that's partially true.

  I'm trying to sneak out of this apartment.

  I look over at the bed, to make sure Nicole is still sleeping. Luckily, she is.

  I continue to feel along the carpet, and then I finally find my suit pants and boxers.

  Thank God, I think. I slip them on. The room is so quiet that the sound of the fabric seems irrationally louder than I know it is, and I cringe as I pull them on and zip them up.

  Fuck. I still need my keys, my phone, my wallet, my shirt, my shoes… okay, think, think, think, I tell myself.

  When did I last see my things?

  Last night was such a blur, I honestly can't remember.

  There was food. There was wine. And then things escalated from there.

  There was sex. Great fucking sex that I can't think about right now. I've gotta get—

  My thoughts are cut short when I see two amber eyes peering at me from the darkness.

  I walk over and see that it's Nicole's cat Whiskers, and that underneath the cat are my coat, shirt, wallet, and keys.

  I walk over, and try to shoo the cat off my things, but it doesn't budge.

  Move, cat, scram. I need these things more than you do.

  “Meeeooww,” the cat voices back its disdain before jumping away. Even in the darkness, I can see cat hair all over my coat and shirt, and I try, with as much quiet as I can muster, to brush off as much as I can.

  But of course it's no use. I'll need to get these dry-cleaned.

  I slip my shirt and coat on, and then, as soon as I turn around to look for my shoes, they find me.

  I trip and stumble into the bedside table, almost knocking over the moon-shaped clock. It teeters on its edges before finally settling back into place.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Seriously? Fuck my life right now.

  Thankfully, Nicole still hasn't moved. At least I can still get out of here without her knowing. This'll be less a walk of shame, and more an act of Houdini.

  I slip my feet into my shoes, hopping on one foot, and then the other. The cat eyes me from the corner of the room, as if mocking me with its orange orbs.

  “Stop that,” I whisper. But Whiskers refuses to look away.

  If it could laugh me right out of this room, I'm sure it would.

  I shove my hands in my pockets and look for my phone. Shit. It's not there.

  I pad my suit pockets—the two exterior and two interior pockets—but there's still no phone.

  Then I see it out of the corner of my eye—a sliver of light bouncing off the glass of the phone's screen. It's on the chair next to the bed. I grab it and slip it into the pocket of my suit pants.

  Finally. I have everything I need to make an exit and leave this place.

  I take a few steps, heading toward the door, but I have a sudden urge to turn around and look back at Nicole, to look at her one last time before leaving.

  When I do, I see the silhouette a perfect woman lying there. The bed sheets are pulled just below her breasts, and they're exposed to anyone lucky enough to look. It takes everything in me not to slide back into that bed and take her soft, warm body into my hands.

  To run my tongue across her nipples and pinch them between my teeth.

  I shake my head in disbelief. I've been with plenty of women in my life, but Nicole is different. When she's near, the rest of the world melts away. The maddening rush of the world seems to stop.

  It's almost unreal how one woman can be so hot and so fucking perfect…and make me experience such mind-blowing sex.

  “It's a shame,” I whisper, shaking my head again. I can't have any distractions in my life right now.

  The clock is ticking.

  And I have a restaurant to run.

  Nicole

  He's making enough noise to wake a bear. No one could sleep through that. How stupid does he think I am?

  I can feel the bed shift as he slides out from the comforter. I hear him shuffling around the room looking for his clothes.

  He's literally on his hands and knees fumbling his way through my dark bedroom. I stifle a laugh. I mean, he nearly knocks over my nightstand. How clumsy can one man be?

  And even my cat seems to be annoyed with him.

  For a moment, I think about saying something. Letting him know that I'm awake. Maybe even flipping the light on so he can find his things.

  But if he's the kind of man who thinks it's okay to slip off after getting me in bed with him without so much as saying a good bye, or a thank you for a good night, then as far as I'm concerned, he doesn't deserve to leave here easy.

  Besides, it doesn't matter. Not really.

  Even if I did say something, I'm sure he'd rattle off some fake nicety, and give me some bullshit excuse as to why he has to leave here in a big hurry. He would probably say something along the lines of, It isn't you, it's me.

  I'll let him think he's slipping out of here undetected, if that's what he wants. So I lie there, pretending to be asleep.

  Which feels like both the dumbest and smartest choice I've ever made… all at the same time.

  Then I hear him say something under his breath.

  "It's a shame,” he whispers.

  My mind reels. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

  Is it a shame he's leaving? Is he considering getting back into this bed?

  Or is he ashamed for coming here in the first place and being with me?

  As I listen to him leave, and hear the
front door click open and then shut behind him, the silence of his absence weighs heavy on me.

  There's no more wondering. He's gone, and he didn't bother sticking around.

  The silence is definitive.

  Why the hell did I sleep with an asshole like Palmer? I'm mentally kicking myself for being so weak.

  Although if I'm being honest, there really is something about him that's magnetic. I'm drawn to him like ice cream is to cake, or like a strawberry is to chocolate.

  When he's around, it's like the most natural thing in the world, and even though there's a small voice in the back of my mind that throws warnings and alarm bells, my body moves toward him without hesitation. I even cooked him my grandmother's secret recipe!

  I slap my hand down on the mattress in frustration, bunching the bed sheets beneath me. It's clear that he's an asshole…but he's a hot asshole, and I've just had the best sex of my life.

  Well, the first and only one, too, but I’m sure that sex isn’t always that…amazing.

  That chiseled body. Those eyes. That smile. And those hands.

  I feel my pulse flutter just thinking about him, and I grow wet.

  He was a god in bed, he really was. I can feel my pussy begin to tingle as I think about how amazing sex was with Palmer—the way he moved with purpose, without hesitation, and how confident and calculated he was and how he just knew what he wanted—and what I wanted, too, for that matter.

  Slowly, as is possessed, I part my legs under the bed sheets. I grab my breasts in my hands, and pinch my nipples between my fingers.

  This immediately sends my body into overdrive, and I close my eyes and part my mouth, letting out an involuntary sigh.

  I picture Palmer touching my breasts, not me. I imagine it's his strong hands grabbing my nipples, and kneading the soft flesh as if it were something prized.

  I slowly move my hands down lower and lower, across my abdomen, and hover just above my pelvic bone before making the plunge even deeper.

  I can’t believe I'm doing this. One minute I'm thinking about how much I regret sleeping with an asshole like Palmer, and then next I'm fantasizing about him.

  Screw it, I think to myself as I spread my legs further. A little fantasizing never hurt anyone.