The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  He cursed, threw his head back and stared at the ceiling. He took deep breaths to try and get his emotions under control. When his eyes met hers again it shone a beautiful midnight blue.

  “Let’s take this one at a time. What league am I in?”

  “You are well known, a celebrity in the finance world, super successful and a billionaire, and I am … a nobody.”

  He frowned down at her. “I am not trying to be deliberately obtuse, honey, but when have I ever placed myself in a … league? I am what I am through hard work and dedication, driven by integrity and honesty. That is what is important to me … not how much money you or your family have in the bank!”

  “Mason …”

  “No Brooklyn. You make me sound like a snob! And I do not appreciate that!”

  “That is not what I meant!” He ignored her and raged on.

  “As far as competing with those … bimbo’s are concerned … are you saying you only want a one night stand with me?”

  Her mouth gaped open again and she frowned at him. “That is not funny, Mason.”

  “It was not intended to be. It happens to be the truth. I have never had a long term relationship with anyone, let alone a meaningful one. They are not the type of women that could hold my attention for long. You on the other hand …”

  He took the step that separated them and yanked her tight against him. She gasped when she slammed into his hard, muscled body and felt his massive arousal pressing against her stomach. Her grey eyes turned smoky. His hands stroked down her back. He took the towel with as he went lower, baring her all the way to her buttocks and she shivered.

  His lips stroked down her cheek tenderly and rubbed gently over her lips. His hands moved back up to surround her cheeks and lifted her face to stare into her eyes.

  “I want you, Brooklyn. I need you. I have been throbbing constantly just thinking of you. We met a week ago, but it feels as if I have known you forever and a day. I want to get to know everything there is about you. I want to spoil you, treasure you and most of all … be with you. If you don’t feel the same, tell me now and I will walk out that door and start courting you, even if it kills me to wait. That is how important you are to me.”

  “No … I don’t want you to go!”

  Her hands stroked over his chest to rub gently over his nipples that tightened at her light caress. He sucked in his breath.

  “I have to ask this … I have not been with anyone in over a year … and with you … My desire and need for you is so strong, I am afraid I am going to be very selfish this first time. I know I am going to lose control the minute I am inside you … I need to know … are you a virgin?”

  She flushed and he groaned loudly as if in torture.

  “I am sorry.”

  “Good God, don’t be! On the one hand I am elated that I will be your first, and let me be very clear, the only and the last as well! On the other hand it means I need to get my body under control before I go near that bed with you. Your first time will be special and you will remember it always. Get in the bed, honey, I will be back in a while.”

  With those cryptic words he turned away and slammed out of the room, leaving her stunned staring at the closed door, a tiny smile on her mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Mason stood under an icy cold shower for nearly half an hour before his arousal diminished slightly … but only slightly. He groaned as the picture of her wrapped in a towel flashed through his mind and his shaft rose to painful dimension again.

  He leaned back against the tiled surface of the shower and let the cold water cool him. His hand closed around his shaft and he grinned wryly, knowing he had no choice if he wanted to make Brooklyn his before the night was through.

  He has never wanted any woman the way he did her. It was more than just desire; he needed her, needed to bury himself deep inside her, binding her to him, connecting intimately with her, with an intensity that was so overwhelming it scared him. He knew deep inside him that she was the one woman that held his heart in her hands and had the ability to break him in two. Even with that knowledge and her insecurities he could not draw back. He still had the urgent need to be one with her.

  Brooklyn sat up when he walked back in the room nearly thirty minutes later, his cheeks slightly flushed. She sat in the middle of the bed with the sheet tucked in beneath her arms. With her tousled hair and half lidded eyes she appeared to have just woken from a deep sleep and his breathing hitched in his throat.

  He walked up to the bed and stood staring down at her, his midnight blue eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. He grabbed the edge of the sheet between his fingers and started pulling it towards him, meeting with resistance as she clutched it around her breasts. He smiled and asked her with a husky voice.

  “Are you scared, honey?”

  “No.”

  “Ashamed of your body?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t hide it from me.”

  He tugged on the sheet again and this time it came. He watched with bated breath as her beautiful body was bared to his eyes. He had to swallow a few times when she lay back against the pillows, watching him watching her.

  She was perfection; every single limb was lean yet curvy and softly muscled. Her breasts were full, plump but firm with rosy pink nipples that shriveled into tight nubs when he looked at them. His hungry eyes moved over her tight stomach, down the rounded hips and he growled when he noticed her naked mound. She was tanned all over … pure honey … and he couldn’t wait to taste her … all of her.

  He got on the bed and stretched out beside her, her warmth filtering into his cold skin. She giggled.

  “You’re cold! Oh, shame, baby! Did you take a cold shower?”

  “I had no other choice, honey. I needed to calm the heat inside me, so I could treasure you and give you the care and tenderness you need for your first time.” His hand lazily stroked her belly and the muscles there tightened at the butterfly touch, heat spreading to her core.

  “I see. So you are an expert at making love with virgins then?”

  He chuckled. “Never … this is a first for me.” His hand stroked higher between her breasts and around the other side down her arm and her legs moved listlessly against his.

  “Well, at least I’ll have that to treasure! It is really a pity you wasted so much time under the shower, baby. Whatever you heard about virgins … forget about it. I need you, just as desperately as you need me, and I don’t need you to pamper me … there is enough time for that later.”

  He stopped breathing and stared down at her, his heart beating so hard it felt as if it was about to slam right out of his body. He smiled and kept caressing her honeyed, soft skin, over her belly down the concave above her mound.

  “It was needed, believe me. Even now … you don’t know how hard it is for me to just caress you when I so desperately want to bury myself inside you, so deep that we won’t know where I end and you begin.”

  All oxygen was sucked out of him and he gasped for air when she slowly and deliberately spread her legs wide, then wider. He felt her small hand stroke down his torso, to slither under the band of his boxers and closed around his shaft, which jumped in her hand and swelled even bigger and harder. She moaned in wonder and need.

  He gnashed on his teeth and she watched his jaw tighten with every stroke of her hand down his amazingly big and hard shaft and yet as soft as velvet.

  “Stop, honey, please. I am holding onto a thread here … I need to prepare you …”

  Her response was to take his caressing hand in hers, her eyes caught his and she pulled his hand down between her legs. She stroked his fingers over and into her cleft, and both their groans filled the room.

  “See, baby? I have been preparing myself for you my whole life.”

  Her eyes pleaded with his and he pushed his finger slowly inside her, amazed at the heat and wetness that engulfed him.

  “Mason … I need you now! I don’t need foreplay … not now! Please!�
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  He could not deny her any further and quickly took his boxers off and leaned over to the bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer. He ripped the silver packed open and encased his shaft quickly. He lifted over her and settled between her widely spread thighs, sighing in ecstasy when their skin met.

  “Honey, promise me you will tell me if I hurt you.”

  “I promise, only if you promise not to hold back. I want all of you!”

  Her husky demand pushed him over the edge and he lifted himself on his arms. He took his shaft in his one hand and rubbed the tip up and down her cleft, groaning at the wetness and heat he could feel through the rubbery condom. God, how he would love to feel just her skin against him!

  He growled when her hands reached between them. Their eyes met and he stopped breathing when she gripped the top of the condom and quickly pulled it from his rigid shaft.

  “Brooklyn …”

  “I need you … I want to feel your skin against mine … everywhere. You haven’t been with anyone in over a year so I know you are safe, you know I am, and I am on the pill … please?”

  “God, yes!”

  He pushed his tip inside her slowly, kissing the vein that pulsed wildly in her neck. He went deeper still, allowing her to stretch and accommodate his size inside her narrow channel. He gnashed on his teeth, his torso clenched painfully at the exertion of holding back. He pulled nearly all the way back out and then back in, slightly deeper every time. Brooklyn writhed beneath him, urging him on.

  “Deeper, baby please. I need you now!”

  “Easy, honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Mason … aahhh!” She screamed at the burning pain, as she in desperation lifted herself forcefully against him with her knees bend and her feet flat on the bed, the next time he pushed back in, forcing him inside her all the way to the hilt and he broke through her maidenhead.

  “Brooklyn! Damn, honey … don’t you ever listen!”

  He caressed her neck softly, keeping still inside her, until he felt her relax, then he drew away slightly and looked in her eyes.

  “Okay, honey?”

  “Yes … oh Mason, you feel wonderful! So hard, yet so soft, I never imagined how full and complete it would feel.”

  She pushed her hips against his, taking him deeper still and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He started thrusting, slow and easy, but she thrashed against him, urging him on.

  “Mason, I need … God, I don’t know what … but I need more! Please, baby!”

  Mason wrestled with his conscience and tried to remain slow and steady, but her wriggling and desperate pleas took him over the top and he felt himself losing control. He ground out between clenched teeth.

  “Remember your promise, honey …”

  Her inner walls gripped him so tightly he groaned. With every downward thrust she pulled him deeper into her. He growled in desperation and increased the tempo, plummeting into her fast, furiously and deep. Her legs tightened around his waist and she thrashed against him, harder, eagerly and then with desperation as pressure started building low in her womb, spreading down her core to tighten painfully. She moaned and her fingers clawed at his back in fear … or wonder, she knew not which.

  “Mason! Oh dear Lord! I …”

  “Let it go, honey! I am here … just let it go …”

  His thrusts strengthened, he pushed harder, desperate to go deeper and his fingers closed over her clit, pinching softly and when she keened and her back arched, harder. He watched her shatter in his arms and she gripped him so tightly he battled to breathe. She contracted around him as her orgasm lifted her to the stars and she screamed his name. He kept pinching her clit, plunging into her with a desperation he has never felt before. Her orgasm milked him so strongly he felt like bursting.

  His orgasm spread from deep inside his groin and he thrust furiously until his release shot forth with so much force, Brooklyn gasped at the heat of it inside her. His release triggered yet another climax to rush through her.

  Mason struggled to get his breathing under control and his whole body shivered from the most satisfying climax he has ever experienced. He was lying on top of Brooklyn, who still had her arms and legs wrapped around him.

  He turned his head and kissed her in her neck, his voice hoarse.

  “Are you okay, honey?”

  “I am more than okay. I could stay like this forever.”

  He chuckled and lifted his head to look into her clear grey eyes which appeared silver in the dim light of the room.

  “That can be arranged … but I would not be able to remain this still forever … I would have to …” he pushed his shaft that were amazingly still hard, deeper into her pulsing channel, and she mewled, “… exercise now and then.”

  She laughed, still looking into his eyes. Her hands stroked lovingly over his shoulder blades and he winced.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “My little honey pot has sharp claws.”

  “What!” She unwrapped herself from him and tried to push him from her, but he refused to budge.

  “Mason, let me up. I need to see.”

  He sighed and reluctantly withdrew from her slowly, eliciting a low moan from her. He pushed back on his haunches and she scampered up and around him. She gasped when she saw the deep and bloody scratches on his back.

  “Oh Lord, baby, did I do that! Why did you not say anything?” He gasped when her warm lips caressed tenderly over the slight wounds.

  “Honestly … I did not even feel it at the time. Come here, I need to hold you.”

  He pulled her around him and onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, her soft, firm breasts drawing a low groan from him.

  “If I knew virgins were so wild I would have tried it more oft …”

  She pulled back from him and gave him an annoyed glare.

  “Not funny, Mason!”

  “Tell me truthfully, honey. Has there never been anyone you wanted to lose it to?”

  She looked deep into his eyes and smiled softly, kissing him on his strong lips.

  “No … I’ve tried a few times, but it never felt right, so I never went through with it. I didn’t want to have sex just to lose my virginity. It had to mean something. That day in the garage when I saw you as I turned around, the first thought that went through my mind was … this is him … he is the one I want.”

  He kissed her then, so deeply and so passionately, it was as if he tried to draw her into him.

  “So … now that we have the initial rush over and got rid of my virginity … I have this deep desire to feel your hands and mouth on my breasts … my belly …”

  Her hands moved over his chest, pinching his nipples that tightened immediately and his shaft filled with blood so fast she gasped feeling the hardness press against her buttocks. The next moment he flipped her onto the bed and leaned over her, his smiling face towering above her.

  “You are extremely demanding for a virgin, honey!”

  His hands closed around the round globes plumping them and stroking around the sides. He watched her nipples shrivel into hardened nubs, eagerly rising towards his mouth. His fingers lightly stroked over the tips and she hissed softly then even harder when they closed around the nipples to pinch and roll them. He kissed the undersides of her breasts, licking closer to the center and she whimpered in need.

  His lips closed around one aroused nipple and she mewled when he pulled it into his mouth and started sucking, softly at first, then harder and deeper as if he was feeding from her. He moved to the other and gave it the same tender attention. His hand moved over the plane between her hips, until he reached the cleft beneath her mound to circle her clitoris with the tip of his finger. He stroked it slowly, suckling loudly on her breast. She writhed beneath his ministrations and he smiled against her breast, pleased that she was so responsive, so honest about her emotions.

  He moved his hand lower and stroked down the length o
f her cleft and opened her tender lips to push his finger inside her warmth, her wetness flooding his skin and he moaned. He pumped his finger inside her, added another, and yet another, twisted his hand and stroked her clitoris with his thumb at the same time. She lifted her hips urgently against his hand.

  He closed his other hand around her breast to pinch and roll the nipple, whilst he fed on the other with his mouth. She twisted and turned in desperation, her legs moved listlessly on the bed. She entwined her legs with his and he pushed his one leg between hers, keeping her thighs apart and open. He opened his mouth wide and took as much of her breast in as he could. He pulled back and scraped his teeth all the way to her nipple. He bit down only to soothe the sting away with a long slow suckle. Her breathing was haggard and she pushed her head back into the pillow, her neck arched like a swan’s. He repeated the scraping with her other breast and she moaned his name in desperation. He felt her arousal douse his fingers with wetness and he growled.

  His mouth left her breasts and she reached for him, but he kissed his way down her belly over her naked mound to close around her clit and she nearly jumped up from the bed.

  “Mason!”

  “Shh, honey … I need this … Lord I need this.”

  He pushed his arms beneath her legs and draped them over his shoulders. He curled his arms around her waist to caress her aroused nipples further. He stroked his tongue around the tip of her clit and pulled it deep into his mouth. He sucked and stroked the tip until she felt she was on the verge of combusting. He pulled one hand from her breast to push two, then three fingers inside her, pumping wildly into her swollen walls that gripped him and pulled him deeper. He kept sucking her clitoris, swirling his tongue over the tip and took her to the edge over and over again, only to bring her back just as many times until she was a puddle of Jell-O in his hands. She begged and pleaded for release.

  He was relentless and drew moan after moan from her lips until her voice was hoarse from the pleasure he bestowed upon her, yet he kept her hanging on the precipice. When he knew she could take no more, he drew on her clit harder, scraped his teeth to the top and nibbled on it softly and then harder, thrusting his fingers into her relentlessly until she cried his name and her body tightened. He withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his mouth, his tongue surged in deep, deeper and he sucked the juices from her body as her climax ripped through her. He kept stroking and pinching her clit drawing her climax out. Her haggard breaths and moans testimony of how hard her orgasm had her in its claws.