Bossy Billionaire: A Steamy Older Man Romance

by Mia Madison

  “You're beautiful,” he says circling one arm around my waist to haul me into his solid chest.

  He's got his jacket and tie off and his collar loosened as he handles the large vessel with one hand and the sun rises up over the city. It's like something out of a movie, the kind of thing that never happens in my life. But I can tell Brand takes all this for granted. It's completely normal for him to be driving around the edge of Manhattan in his huge yacht.

  We reach the tip of the island and he points out the Cloisters up on the bluff before pulling the boat close in to a pier and docking.

  “Okay, bed,” he orders me.

  “What? We're going to sleep here on the boat?”

  “There's a stateroom down below. I think you'll find it quite comfortable.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I'll be fine in the guest quarters.”

  “You're putting me in your bed while you sleep in the other room?”

  I'm not sure I can believe it after so many forceful kisses all night. Why doesn't he push his luck? And my clit is still pulsing from his hard thumb pad pressing into the agonized little point under the table at the club.

  His stare gouges into me and takes my breath away as he asks, “What is it you need, Jolie?”

  I open my mouth to answer but falter. What is it I need? In this moment all I want is him expertly sliding into my deepest inner cavern and pressing me open, stretching me, filling me until I explode with intoxicating relief. And then what?

  I can pretend I want a sample of the expertise that comes along with maturity because I don't dare to admit that I'm getting just a little bit attached to a man I didn't even know existed when I woke up this morning. I mean, yesterday morning. And what is this to him? The conquest of the win from getting me to go for that drink with him after I told him it wound never happen. Oh god, I screamed him down in front of half the city's rush hour traffic.

  His eyes are still burning into me with the question, so that a rash of goosebumps lifts along my arms. My breasts seem to swell and expand with the pressure filling them, my nipples twisting into taut little buds of need. A glow of tangerine orange reflects on his white shirt then travels up his neck and stubbled chin.

  He looks decadently handsome in the light of the sunrise, his large hands still gripping the smooth dark wood of the wheel. I've already gone over the edge and am tumbling down and down a precipice I can never climb back out of.

  My lips part to beg him and Brand's mouth slams down onto mine with more demanding force than any of his other insistent mouth explorations. From holding my head immobile while his tongue travels around mine, suddenly his hands are everywhere at the same time. I realize they're echoing mine and we're both pulling, tearing, grappling at clothes and limbs wanting it all at once, right now.

  He slides the zipper down the back of my dress and yanks it off my shoulders. But only halfway down my arms so that I’m pinned. All movement is impeded. As though I'm bound. I want to protest the restraint. That I need to touch him, need to wrap my arms around his back to pull him to me. I need him closer even though his chest is lining mine and forcing through my skin.

  He pulls the straps of my bra from the back of my shoulders until my tits tumble free. And with a husky, almost animalistic growl, he scoops the underside to shove the flesh up into his ravenous mouth. He laps and nips at the thrust out nipple while mounding the side of the other breast until he switches to tug that into his demanding mouth. My arms reach up to dagger through his hair but remain strapped to my sides by my own clothes, so that all I can do is claw at his massive shoulders while he mangles and sucks my tits like a starved man.

  I throw my head back to expel the loud moan that's been building inside me through our long night of hot teasing.

  “I need you,” I groan out, pleading. An urgent response to his question, at last.

  That sends him wild with lust and he spins me around. I have to grab at the boat wheel for support as he pushes me forward and hikes my dress up my legs and over my ass. He leaves it bunched at my waist, my arms still strapped and his hand settles on my ass cheek. He palms the flesh as though testing then hooks a finger inside the fabric and tugs it higher, baring more skin. The slap resounds through me with the shock of the unexpected.

  A sharp tang like pins and needles quickly turns warm and sends pleasure gushing through every part of me.

  Brand yanks my underwear back down my thighs and slaps each cheek again.

  “What-?” I squeal, but his free hand moves from resting in my lower back to covering my mouth.

  I'm driven to bite his fingers and instead find myself sucking them into my mouth hungrily as Brand rains spankings down on my bare butt.

  Instead of telling him no one has ever done this to me, I find myself arching my back so my ass sticks up higher and rotating circles with my pelvis in an agony of need for more. I'm probably imagining it but it seems the boat rocks on the water with each slap of his hand on my backside.

  His wet fingers move from my mouth to tweak my nipple, twisting it out in a corkscrew that hurts like hell but imparts more lust into every cell of my body.

  “Please,” I moan out, begging now. “I need you inside me. I need to come.”

  The agony of pleasure is overwhelming and I want his cock stretching me wide apart and filling me to the limit.

  He moves behind me and I feel the massive rock bulge in his pants settle against my crack, the wool scratching at my reddened raw butt cheeks. He reaches out and I see a small door open in the wooden dash. He extracts something that he palms before I see what. His two hands pinch my nipples as he leans into my back then slide down over my stomach. He reaches between my soaked thighs and pulls my lips apart so a gush of juices flow down my legs.

  “Oh god,” I mewl, desperate for him to free his cock.

  I can feel how huge it is, pressing against me and I want to consume its entire length more than I want to inhale. His fingers slide over my bulging clit and inside my pussy mouth. I'm bucking my ass against his cock, eagerly encouraging him to free it and bury himself to the root.

  Then his fingers thrust into me and I'm gasping with the overwhelming pleasure at being entered, having him inside me. But he withdraws and leaves something behind. Something filling me and humming with the same intensity as every pore in my body.

  Chapter TWELVE

  Brand

  I come very close to fucking Jolie. She looks so fucking hot bent over the wheel of my boat with her tits hanging out, perky and swollen. The nipples all puckered into hot buds of demanding need. Her ass is absolutely perfect, round and smooth, the flesh so soft. And under the weight of my palm it turns a delicious warm pink that makes me want to spank her every day for as long as I live.

  When I slip through her slickness and feel how wet she is for me I almost tear my burning wood out and ram into her tight pussy. I invade her with my fingers, shoving through her constriction. She is so fucking tight and her pussy walls hug and clutch at my fat digits. I can only imagine what she'd feel like gripping every inch of my cock in full length of her.

  I avoid the rampant urge to slam inside her and impale her on my cock and focus on her pleasuring. The egg vibrator is set to random for now. So while she's relishing the sensation of that, I pull her perfect pussy lips apart and trail circles around her clit, avoiding the bullet hard point that's sticking out from her spread folds.

  I almost drop to my knees and sit her on my face so she can ride the five am shadow that's driving me crazy. But the itch is nowhere near as rabid as the need for Jolie imparts. This woman is a living goddess, the most perfectly sensual and sexy woman, filled with desire but keeping it buried where only I can dig it up. A treasure indeed.

  I come very close to fucking her, because fuck knows I want her more than I've ever wanted any woman. But I won't. I know when the vibrator kicks in because her whole body becomes enervated. Alive with desire to get off.

  “Please, Brand, please,�
�� she moans, her head tipping back.

  I can't resist wrapping the length of hair around my fist and tugging her head all the way back so she arches harder to ride my fingers circling tighter around her clit and pussy mouth. I flex my hips into her ass, pushing her crack apart so my cock rests against her asshole. I want that too but there's plenty of time to explore all the delights that come together to create this wondrous woman. I intend to take my time and relish the experience of watching her come apart in my hands.

  She's mewling and really begging me now to come inside her.

  “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever done it before.”

  It may actually happen. But first she has to learn who's in charge of this thing we've started. She may have a sexy sassy mouth but it's time for it to be tamed now. She has to surrender to me and the pleasure I give her – no holds barred. Fuck though, she looks incredible, writhing and thrashing under me. Her head locked in my reining in of her hair - that hair all aflame in the sunrise pouring across the horizon.

  I trail my tongue lightly along her stretched neck and she starts to shudder on my fingers and a gush of her delicious nectar pours out of her pussy. I know she's very close and it turns me on almost to the point of losing it.

  “Fuck me,” she screams. So loud it must be reverberating across the water.

  One set of fast flicks across her clit and she goes over the edge. Her fingers white from gripping the boat wheel as she hunkers down for the ride through the most heightened pleasure. Her pussy with the vibrator still humming intermittently, grasps through aftershocks for a good while until finally she exhales the air in her and relaxes.

  Her knees give way and if she wasn't hanging onto the wheel for dear life, she'd slide down my legs to a heap on the floor. I pick her up and throw her back over my shoulder.

  “Sorry about the fireman lift,” I tell her as I start down the ladder. “It's the only way to carry you down.”

  She mewls some kind of response, too limp to form a sentence. That makes me smile with immense satisfaction. I think it's safe to say that Jolie Jamison is all mine.

  Once below deck, I kick open the door to my stateroom and throw her down on the bed. Then I haul her up enough to get the dress off before laying her back down. I leave her bra on, the cups now under-wiring her tits so they're shoved up in a highly provocative manner that almost has me slipping inside her soaked pussy.

  I can tell she's exhausted from being up all night as well as from the slew of orgasms her body could no longer contain. Her eyes are closed but she's trying to moan out a few words. I can't decide whether to pull her panties back up or pull them off.

  She looks so fucking hot lying on my bed with her tits exposed, standing up on her ribcage and swaying with the boat. Her underwear halfway down her legs like she's just been ravaged. Which she has. For the first time. But not the last. I'd like to tie her there to keep her with me. To stay and be my pet, my art, for good.

  As I pull off each of her long, heeled boots, unleashing a sleepy moan of resistance from Jolie that makes me grin, the aroma of her sex nearly unleashes the beast for the thousandth time tonight.

  “Don't you want me?” she's moaning, definitely half asleep but struggling to stay awake.

  Whereas I on the other hand am so alive with avid lust, the blood surges around my veins and capillaries and I could take on any comers. Is she fucking kidding me?

  “You have no idea how much I fucking want you.”

  I place one knee on the bed at her hip and both hands beside her head to bend over, caging her in while I whisper in her ear. Then I come back up to look at her, a satisfied smile spreading across her plump delectable lips.

  With a massive effort through sleepiness, she lifts an arm to fist at my shirt and pull me down closer to her. I allow her that. She's given me all of herself tonight and my pleasure is almost complete. I kiss her eyelids and her bottom lip, noticing the tremble.

  She wriggles down into the mattress like it's pure luxury and I lay down beside her, kicking off my shoes but still wearing my suit pants and shirt. Then I haul her body into mine, wrapping her in my embrace and fitting her against me so her bare pink skin is touching every part of my length. In mere moments she's completely relaxed and snoring lightly.

  Chapter THIRTEEN

  Jolie

  When I wake up my cheeks are already blazing hot. My eyes take in the luxury of the honey wood and rose gold décor of the room. I'm swaying slightly and for a moment I think I must be drunk from that powerful hooch, until it all comes flooding into my head. I'm still on Brand's yacht.

  I whip around but the bed is empty. Brand is gone but there's definitely a rumpled indentation in the bed and pillow where he lay beside me. Proving I didn’t hallucinate him in my alcohol-fueled state.

  My cheeks get even hotter as I recall my wanton behavior last night. Standing legs spread and bent over the wheel of the boat, with my doodads exposed, while he gave me a good spanking like a naughty little girl with the headmaster. I squeeze my thighs together as the sensations accrue in my mind again. The memory of delicious heat rising from my bottom into my pussy and spreading through me to push at the lining of my skin.

  As I hug my legs together, I’m made all too aware of how drenched I am at the crease. And also how full I feel. Not stretched full with Brand's cock type of full, but something is obviously lodged inside me. Every time I so much as breath, I'm aware of the desire pulsating inside my secret place.

  I slide my hand down my body and between my folds, actually shocked by how much juice is pooled there still. My clit tingles from the touch, eager for more of Brand's stimulation. I push inside myself and come up short when my fingers find a hard object. I hook around and tug it out.

  “For fuck's sake,” I moan.

  I remember the vibration running through me at various moments as Brand brought me literally to my knees with his expert finger fucking. I cannot believe he left it buried there all night although the humming inside my pussy mouth was the best alarm clock I've ever woken up to. The door to the suite opens and Brand steps in with a small silver tray.

  “Good morning, beauty.”

  He's wearing only his dark suit pants, slung low on his hips. His torso is bare and the ab carvings are nothing short of spectacular. If he was a model in a photo I'd sit and drool all morning. The dagger of his muscles disappearing under the fabric is so carved out, it's like an arrow pointing direct to his – crap, do not think about his cock.

  Once I've pulled myself up in bed and leaned back into the pile of down pillows, he extends the tray. I slam the small gold vibrator down on the tray.

  “You left something behind.”

  “I couldn't let you sleep all day.”

  “You timed it to go off?”

  “I have an app for it.”

  “Oh. my. God. Who are you?”

  The aroma of strong good coffee is nothing short of erotic.

  “Bullshot first,” he orders me, indicating the small glass of reddy brown juice that looks disturbingly like blood.

  “What is that?”

  “Trust me, you'll be glad you drank it.”

  I get the idea Brand Everly doesn’t care for questioning and expects his commands to be followed without query. Pick your battles, right? So I take the heavy glass and follow his instruction to shoot it down, only so he allows me access to that delicious coffee.

  “I was going to make you breakfast but I'm all out of eggs. Will french pastries do? They're warm.”

  I'm a sucker for a mini chocolate croissant. I grab one off the tray that he's set on the bed and bite into its golden flakiness. The warm chocolate oozes into my mouth and I arrive in some place close to nirvana.

  Brand is watching me with his usual amusement and I have to avert my eyes from him, he looks so astoundingly hot sitting bare-chested close enough to run my fingers over. He reaches out to stroke his thumb across my lip then sucks off the chocolate that was lodged there betwee
n his own succulent plump pillows.

  The same thumb that pressed into my pussy mouth under the table in a public place then licked off the remains in the same fashion. I don’t know whether to hang my head in shame but I'm coming dangerously close to dragging him down on top of me to finish the job he refused to complete last night. Or this morning. Whenever. What time is it anyway?

  “Ohmigod it's past eleven. I have to get to the gallery and I've got no clothes. Shame walk coming by. And where the hell are we anyway?”

  “It's okay,” Brand says. “I sent Cedric a text saying you'd be running late.”

  “What? So now my boss knows I spent the night with you?”

  Flabbergasted doesn't even begin to describe it.

  “Don't panic. Your reputation is intact, Milady. I sent the message from your phone.”

  “But how did you get through the password?”

  He gives me a wry smile that brings all that cocky arrogance back to my mind.

  “What the hell am I doing here?”

  I clamber out of bed then realize my underwear are still half down, around my legs.

  “Jesus.” I snarl, yanking them up and immediately feeling icky from dried up panties.

  I tear the sheet from the bed and wrap it around me. Like he hasn't already given the goods a thorough going over. Then I shimmy the old underwear down my legs and step out of them. Brand sits on the edge of the bed watching every move with intense fascination.

  “I could sell tickets,” I snap at him.

  “Do you always wake up in this good a mood after multiple orgasms?”

  I stare at him wide-eyed, mouth open. The goddamn nerve of the arrogant bastard.

  “I cannot believe you hacked my phone. You hacked my phone. Who are you the FBI? How do you do that?”

  “I'm a tech guy. More to the point, I have the world's top tech guys at my beck and call. It really isn’t that tricky. I can show you while we're at lunch.”

  “I'm not going to lunch with you,” I inform him, searching around the floor, looking for my clothes. “Some of us actually have to do some work to earn our living.”