Falling_A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Cali MacKay

  “Then how about you let me take the lead, and you can tell me if you need me to slow things or speed them up—or stop altogether.” I nuzzled her, brushing my lips against hers in a tease of a kiss, wanting to slowly stoke her need for me so that when I finally took her, she’d be begging me.

  “I can do that.” Her words were spoken as a murmur against my lips as I pulled her to me, pressing her body to mine as I caught her mouth in a passionate kiss, my tongue dancing over hers as one kiss teasingly led to the next. Yet I needed to try to take things slow, even if I could think of nothing but sinking into her tight body.

  Though I forced myself to break from our kiss, I didn’t pull away, needing her close. “How about I cook you some dinner, and we watch a movie.”

  Not that I’d be able to keep my hands off her if she was nestled up against me on the sofa.

  She gave me the most adorable pout. “I suppose I could do with something to eat. Though we might need to order something in instead. I’m afraid I don’t have a whole lot in my fridge, and I haven’t had any groceries delivered since this mess started, not wanting to bother with clearing anyone through all our levels of security.”

  “I’m game for whatever you want to do.” As long as we eventually ended up in bed, naked.

  When all was said and done, we ended up ordering in some Thai, grabbed some beer to wash it down with, and then plopped ourselves on the sofa to eat and watch a movie. But by the time we’d finished our meal and nestled against each other for the evening’s entertainment, it became clear that it didn’t matter one bit what movie we’d chosen. Not when her body was curled up against mine, making it impossible to keep my hands from gently teasing her, tracing her curves with the tips of my fingers.

  But when she teasingly kissed and nipped at my neck, making my cock ache for her, I knew that there’d be little chance of us taking it slow or ever making it to the end of the movie.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Isabelle

  I may not have a clue as to what I was doing, but it didn’t matter when I was running on pure need, pent up for far too long. And I may be shy, but my mind was made up and I knew what I wanted. So when he took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, leaving me to straddle his thighs, I was happy he was taking over, desperate for a bit of relief and loving the pressure of his cock as it pressed against my aching clit.

  “There we go.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him so that my hips rode along his hard length, which was impossible to ignore. And when he kissed me, first just a whisper of his lips over mine, teasing me mercilessly before his kiss deepened, I couldn’t keep my hips from rocking against him, looking to ease a bit of my desperation.

  His tongue danced over mine as I bit back a whimper of need, slipping my hands around his neck, kissing him with complete abandon. I lost myself in the moment, and forgot to feel self-conscious about my lack of experience, because at least one thing was clear—Slater wanted me, if I based my assumption on how hard his cock felt as it pressed against my pussy.

  I didn’t know if it was all my pent-up need or if it was that Slater was damn sexy, but one thing was sure: each time he touched me, each time he kissed me, stoked a fire deep inside me and set my body alight with desire. And when his hands drifted from my hips along my waist to skim the underside of my breasts, I couldn’t keep silent, my needy moans escaping in the heat of our kiss.

  He teased me, his thumbs running back and forth under the curve of my breasts, drifting up occasionally to torment my nipples, until I could take no more, though I was damned if I could find my voice to ask from him what I needed. I just hoped he was a damn good mind-reader, since I was already on the verge of coming as my hips rocked against his cock.

  Yet I was convinced that this was all part of his plan…to get me all wound up and desperate for him so that I would be begging him to fuck me—which I would happily do if it meant getting a bit of relief and finally losing my virginal status.

  “Come on, love...” His kisses slowed as he spoke, leaving me to groan in protest. “I want you naked on the bed so I can ravage you properly.”

  I didn’t know how he managed it while holding onto me, but he got us up off the sofa, my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his neck, as I kissed him while he carried me to my bedroom. My heart was pounding with anticipation and my head was spinning with my insecurities and doubts, as I thought of all the ways I could screw this up.

  Yet I trusted Slater. And I knew he’d be understanding and would help me get through this.

  Letting my legs slip to the ground, I stood there before him, trying to slow my racing heart as he kissed me, his head bent to mine.

  “Just relax, Izzy…I’m going to take good care of you.”

  With a brush of his lips over mine in a teasing kiss, his hands trailed down my waist to the bottom of my sweater and slipped up against my skin, his fingers just a little rough but his touch warm and gentle. His thumbs skimmed over my hard nipples, the delicate lace covering them doing little to hinder the sensation as he teased me, my back arching as my body begged for more. But then his hands continued their journey upwards, pulling off my sweater, before tossing it aside on a nearby chair.

  “Fucking hell, Izzy…you’re gorgeous.”

  His words had me blushing, but I decided that now was not the time to be shy, when I needed to be brave.

  This was what I wanted, more than anything. There was no point in sabotaging myself emotionally, which was exactly what would happen if I started to overthink this. Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I reached behind my back and undid my bra, tossing it aside, before I shimmied out of my jeans and panties, so that I now stood there naked as Slater took me in, his gaze intense.

  “Simply stunning.” He yanked his t-shirt up over his head and then got rid of his jeans and his boxers, so that by the time he was naked, it was clear that I may be in well over my head.

  He was built, his muscles cut as if sculpted from stone, with tattooed arms and washboard abs that led to his massive, hard cock. All I could do was stare. But before I could panic, he closed the distance between us, his mouth catching mine in a passionate kiss as he backed me up to the bed and lowered us onto the mattress.

  I loved the feel of his muscular body on mine, the solid weight of him as he nestled himself between my legs and trailed kisses down my neck to suck on my nipples, making me gasp, my back arching and my hips rocking against him in search of relief. But as his kisses slipped lower over the curves of my belly, I started to realize just where this was going. My mind raced with a million insecurities, but as he gently pushed my legs apart and ran his tongue over my clit, my racing thoughts vanished on a wave of need and pleasure.

  I let my legs fall to the side, leaving me open to him, my hips tilting up, begging him for more. His stiff, wet tongue parted my folds and flicked at my clit before he sucked on it, making me crazy and desperate as the energy of my orgasm started to build.

  This just felt so different than anything I’d experienced before.

  Of course, I’d had orgasms before, despite never having been with a man. But this was nothing like getting myself off. Not even close. And one thing was clear. I wanted more.

  I sank my fingers into his thick, dark hair, pulling him to me and urging him on as he continued to suck and tease my clit, now slipping a finger against my wet pussy and sliding it deep inside me. The sensation of being filled was nearly enough to push me over the edge, especially when he slowly started to thrust into me, curling his fingers to hit a spot that had me murmuring his name like a mantra, until I could take no more, the energy inside me breaking free as I cried out, my body quivering as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

  Trailing kisses over the curves of my belly, he looked up at me, looking happy with himself. “Are you still sure you want to go through with this?”

  He had to be kidding.

  “Don’t you dare back out on me now, Slater.”

  Chapter Seventeen


  Slater

  “There’s no way this isn’t happening, if it’s what you still want.” Not when having Izzy had been my only thought since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

  And though she tasted so fucking sweet and it was all I could do not to spend the whole night nestled between her legs, I needed more. I needed to sink into her, needed to tear past her virginity and claim her as my own…and I needed to feel her tight body surrounding me as I fucked her until she was once again screaming out my name.

  She was just too gorgeous with her red hair tumbling around her beautiful face, her milky skin flecked with myriad freckles, as her lush curves beckoned me to her. I took just a moment more to fish a condom out of my jeans, quickly tearing through the package and slipping it on, even if I’d like nothing more than to take her bare. But there was plenty of time for that in the near future, since I had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

  Kneeling between her legs, I lowered my body to hers, catching her mouth in a bruising kiss as I let my cock slip through her delicate folds and against her clit, before finally tilting my hips, so that the head of my cock caught at her entrance. My body tensed as I forced myself to take her slowly, knowing it might hurt. But as I slowly thrust past her barrier, her body was slick and ready for me and I found myself sinking into her tight heat as she tensed under me. “Are you okay, love?”

  “Yeah…more than okay.” She kissed me, and then kissed me again, her words but a whisper against my lips. “Just don’t stop.”

  “Baby girl…I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” I deepened our kiss, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion—not that I could wait for long. She just felt too fucking good.

  I slowly started to thrust into her, doing my best to focus on Izzy and how she was reacting to everything, since I didn’t want to screw up her first time. But when she wrapped her legs around my thighs and rocked her hips into me, spurring me on and taking each of my thrusts deeper, there was no way I could hold back or take things slow.

  I trailed bites and kisses down her neck, our pace quickening as her needy little moans filled the quiet of the room, as I tried to hold back my orgasm, needing this to last. Yet she felt so fucking good, she was intoxicating.

  She already had me riding that edge, and I swore I’d never been with anyone who had such an effect on me. Before I ended up coming, I rolled us so that she was now straddling me, since I wanted to give her the chance to take control. This wasn’t just about her losing her virginity—it was about her learning to find herself sexually. And I’d be a crap boyfriend if I didn’t help her figure things out.

  With her hands propped on my chest, she bit her bottom lip and let out a groan in protest. “Slater…”

  “It’s okay…” I grabbed her hips and helped her find her rhythm as I thrust up into her, and sure enough, she quickly took over, figuring it all out. “That’s it, love…just do whatever feels good for you.”

  “It all feels good…way too good.” Her eyes slipped shut as she lost herself in the moment, her plump red lips parting and her chest lifting with each quick breath she took, her pace starting to quicken.

  I swore, I’d never seen a more gorgeous sight, with her hair in a wild tangle as it fell over her shoulders, her nipples puckered hard and pert, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she bit her lower lip.

  Yet one thing was clear…I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  I sat up and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her down to me to increase the pressure against her clit as I nipped and sucked on her nipple, knowing it would add another layer of sensation for her. She gasped, her back arching as if offering herself to me, begging for more as her pace quickened, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me close.

  The energy of my orgasm raged inside me looking to be set free as I caught her mouth in a bruising kiss just as she came. Swallowing down her needy cries, I joined her, my cock pulsing in its release as her body quivered and trembled in my arms and we rode out the last waves of pleasure.

  I covered her face in gentle kisses, brushing the hair from her eyes, our bodies still linked as one. “Are you okay, love?”

  Her cheeks flushed red as she looked away shyly. “I don’t think I ever quite imagined it like this. It was just…so intense—and so good.”

  I didn’t know if Izzy really meant it, despite having come twice, since there had likely been some pain associated with her first time. But I wanted her to feel comfortable being honest with me, rather than telling me what she thought I might want to hear. Because this was about her pleasure, not about my ego.

  Slipping free of her body, I quickly discarded the condom before reclining against the pillows and pulling her into my arms, tilting her chin up so I could kiss her. “You can be honest with me, love. I can’t imagine your first time would be terribly comfortable. But I swear, it’ll get better.”

  Her blush deepened and spread down her neck to her chest. “I wasn’t lying when I said that it was good. But…there was a bit of a sting, and…it was a bit overwhelming. You’re awfully…big. But I swear, after the initial shock of it, it felt amazing—and as weird as it sounds, I even liked that little bit of pain. It was a reminder that this was actually happening. And the fact that my first time was with you…it was perfect.”

  “I’m glad that it was good for you, love. And it’s not at all unusual to like a bit of pain with sex, since it can often heighten the senses.” Not that she was ready for anything too kinky. But it was good to know what she liked and didn’t like. “This is still a learning experience for you, and we’ll figure out your likes and dislikes. But that means you’ll need to be completely honest with me. Can you do that for me?”

  She nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she nestled against me. “I think so—especially if it means being with you again and again.”

  “Damn right it does. ’Cause I’m not going anywhere, love.” I kissed the top of her head and held her close, as I ignored the fact that this all felt far too different than any other time I’d been with a woman. And though I could brush it off with some excuse, like the fact that I’d never been with a virgin before, I knew that had nothing to do with the way I was currently feeling.

  The truth was, I was falling hard and fast for Izzy, and it could all go to hell in a hurry if she found out the truth about me and my family, and our sordid past.

  Because she may be the rich princess in this little fairy tale, but I was nothing more than a common criminal. And she would be stupid not to second-guess my motivations, even if they were genuine.

  Yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth, even if there was too good a chance it would all come back to bite me in the ass.

  Not yet anyway.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Isabelle

  I woke up to find myself naked in Slater’s arms as Winston slept above my head, hogging the pillow.

  Slater…

  I still couldn’t quite believe it. I’d finally been with a man, the subtle ache between my legs proof that I hadn’t just imagined it all, as if Slater’s naked body pressed against mine wasn’t evidence enough.

  I’d been so incredibly nervous—and yet he’d been nothing but sweet and caring. Not that I’d expected any less from him. He’d been my rock these last few weeks. I wasn’t sure I’d have gotten through these dark days without him.

  Letting him sleep, I slipped out of his arms, threw on a pair of warm sweats and a button-down flannel pajama top to ward against the cold as I let Lola out—yet another surprise I hadn’t been expecting. I had always wanted to have pets in my life, and now, overnight, it felt like the things I’d pined for were finally mine.

  My life suddenly felt like it was changing rapidly, and in so many ways.

  All for the good.

  Except for the fact that I’d lost my mother.

  It was impossible to ignore the guilt I felt, knowing that my recent happiness and the changes in my lif
e would never have happened if she had still been alive.

  I squeezed my eyes shut against the tears that wanted to fall, and told myself that I had a right to be happy. I had a right to live my life the way I wanted to. And just because I wanted to be happy didn’t mean I loved my mother any less. I just wished it didn’t hurt so much.

  Instead, I focused on the good things I now had in my life. Like Lola and Winston—and most of all, Slater. I knew it was silly to get so attached to him, and that there was a good chance he’d break my heart, but I had always been a bit of an optimist, hoping for the best outcome even if my world was crumbling around me. And until I had a reason to think that this thing was Slater was just a one-sided thing, I’d hold onto my delusional fairy tale just a little while longer.

  Standing on the back deck of my home as I waited for Lola, I wrapped my arms around myself to ward off the bone-chilling cold, my body still acclimating to Seattle after the warmer temperatures of England.

  I heard the door open and close behind me, and soon found myself enveloped in the warmth and safety of Slater’s arms as he held me from behind and kissed my neck. “You snuck out of bed.”

  “I didn’t want to wake you. And I figured Lola probably needed to go out.” Of course, the moment Lola spotted Slater, she came running up the stairs in a full body wiggle, mirroring the way I felt inside from the moment I saw him too.

  We headed inside and I quickly checked Winston and Lola’s food and water bowls to make sure they had plenty to eat, and then checked the fridge to make sure I had something to feed Slater. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it’d do, and at some point, I’d have to go grocery shopping.