The Billionaire and the Virgin: H's story (The Billionaires Book 1)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “But I guess now you’re happy?” I pointed to her stomach.

  “Yes, married, madly in love with my gorgeous husband, and five months pregnant. I’m due in May.”

  “Aww, congratulations, Tiffany.”

  “Thank you. Oh and please call me Tiff that’s what my friends call me.” She beamed. “So, how’s the new job going?”

  “It’s early days, but I’m enjoying it so far.”

  “And I hear you were H’s wife’s younger sister?”

  “News certainly travels fast around here.” I smiled. “Yeah.” I nodded. “A lot younger. I didn’t know him that well.”

  “I’m not sure anyone knows him that well,” she said.

  “Have you worked in the same circles as Henry for long?” I asked her.

  “I met him back in 2016,” She said, “When I showed him a condo.”

  “Once seen, never forgotten, hey?” I joked.

  “Something like that.” She smiled. She looked uncomfortable, so I changed the subject back to her husband.

  “Did you know with Brandon that he was the one?” I asked. “Is that a real thing, or is it made up fairy tale shit?”

  “Okay, I’m gonna be dead honest here and it might shock you a little, but I’m not ashamed of my past.”

  I looked warily at her, “Please don’t feel you have to answer me. I’m sorry. We only just met.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve a feeling we’re gonna be friends.” She smiled. “I was seeing H. when I met Brandon.”

  I took a sharp intake of breath. “I thought he didn’t date?”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t call it dating. We hooked up. Then I met Brandon and well, I fell in love with him.”

  “So what did Henry say to that?” My heart was thudding in my chest.

  “It turned out that H had arranged for Brandon to move in across from me, with a plan for him to take me on a date and stop me developing any feelings for H himself.” She scoffed. “If I hadn’t fallen in love with Brandon, I’d have killed them both.”

  “Well, I guess I’m not shocked that Henry would do that. He seems to avoid anything that could resemble a relationship.”

  “Oh, that’s not the shocking part.” She replied. “The shocking part is we went on to have a menage relationship for a year.”

  The rest of the meeting with Tiff passed in a blur. Although I’d said all the right things to her, and even managed to make out I was completely intrigued by the whole menage thing, I couldn’t get away from the fact that she’d enjoyed a sexual relationship with Henry. He’d been inside her. He’d made her come. She’d had his naked body against hers. We’d talked about Club S, and I told her I’d visited there to observe.

  By the time I got back to the office, I was in a fiery mood. Henry had left early, no doubt to avoid me further because when the hell had he ever left early before? From what Mary had told me he was a workaholic. I made some notes on the computer about my meeting today and made some phone calls in connection with the business.

  The more I thought about last night and then meeting Tiffany, the more incensed I became. Maybe I should just pack up and give up. He’d told me nothing about his life with my sister and the kiss had complicated everything. I thought about the life he led at the club, the menages. My God, if he slept with me and found out I was a virgin, he would want to laugh, anyway. My inexperience would be a complete embarrassment alongside his vast sexual knowledge. Having my v-card now really sucked. There was only one thing for it. I needed to lose it. I would go to Club S and I would take part until the stupid thing had gone. Maybe I wouldn’t lose it there, perhaps I’d just meet someone and go back to a hotel room, but I needed it gone. I called Aidan.

  “I want to go back to Club S tonight. Can you get me in again?”

  “What’s the rush to go back there?”

  Shit. I needed something that would sound plausible.

  “I think it helped me relax around sex being there, just watching. Broke down some barriers, I guess.”

  “But you’re not considering taking part?”

  “No,” I lied, “Of course not.”

  “I’ll pick you up at nine.”

  “No, I’ll make my own way there. I don’t want Henry to see you and start trouble again.”

  “I’ve spoken to Henry, he’s fine.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I think he wants to speak to you. Hopefully, he’ll apologize for being an alpha male.”

  I had no intention of going to Henry’s tonight. I planned to go shopping for an outfit, and I’d grab something to eat while I was out. Then I’d come back to the office and get changed there.

  “I’ll meet you out front at 9:30 pm.” I told him. It was a shame there wasn’t some way of sneaking up there from this floor. Instead I had to go all the way to the lobby for the magic key that would bring me back up to the twenty-fourth floor.

  Aidan met me as planned. He looked uneasy.

  “I’m not sure about this, Amelia. You’re up to something.”

  “I’m twenty-three years old. So what if I was? I didn’t have time to get a membership arranged today. Either you can get me in, or I’ll go to a club somewhere else and pick someone up. It doesn’t have to happen at Club S.”

  “I knew it. This is about your virginity, isn’t it?”

  “Keep your voice down, for God’s sake,” I hissed.

  “I’ll get you in because like you said you’re a grown woman, but I’m asking you, Amelia, to not do anything stupid tonight. Please go to talk to Henry. You both need to sit and discuss what happened last night.”

  “There’s nothing to discuss. He rejected me. He’s obviously not interested in me.”

  “He’s scared of being hurt.”

  “He wasn’t scared of screwing Tiffany.” I spat out.

  Aidan went quiet. “You found that out, huh?”

  “He couldn’t deal with the potential relationship, so he set her up with someone else. I realize now that he’s beyond help. Now, please will you get me in?”

  Aidan sighed, but walked up to the reception and booked us both in.

  “I’ll escort you to the bar, stay for a drink and then I’m out of there.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I hope you know what you’re doing.” He said, and he looked at me with disappointment. Tonight was the first time Aidan had not met me with his usual endearing smile, and I shook off the feelings of uncertainty that were starting to flood through me.

  After drinking a scotch, Aidan kissed me on the cheek and left. I remained sitting at the bar in my tight silver dress that fitted to my skin like a glove. Sheer black stockings and a high pair of black heeled shoes completed my look.

  Grabbing my bottle of wine and a glass, I hopped down off my stool and went through to the rooms, once again placing an observer band on my wrist. The next thirty minutes was spent watching people losing themselves to lust. I tried to focus on the women, how they were able to let themselves go, to relax in the moment. They were lost to the pleasure. It was easy to see that my problem had stemmed from the fact that my previous lovers hadn’t taken me to that level. I’d been focused on it hurting, the potential pain, instead of being delirious about chasing an orgasm and the feeling of utmost pleasure. I wanted in. I wanted to feel what they felt. Emboldened by a few glasses of wine, I went back up to the doorman, removed my white wristband and picked up a black one with the silver stars. It was time to play.

  I walked back over to the windows, moving down them one at a time, trying to decide which room, which scene I was willing to try to join.

  “Good evening.” A man you’d describe as a silver fox had walked over to me. He took my hand in his. “I’m Anthony, and what do I call this delightful creature in front of me?”

  “Off fucking limits,” A gruff voice barked out from behind me. Then my arm was held in a stiff grip, and I was pulled away from Mr. Fox.

  Henry’s steely eyes burned through me. “What the fuck are you doing, A
melia?”

  “How did you know I was here?” I asked, then I shook my head. “Aidan. Aidan fucking called you, didn’t he?”

  “Yes. He was terrified you were making the biggest mistake of your life.”

  “I wish everyone would mind their own business about how I conduct my love life.”

  “Why are you here, Amelia? Answer my question truthfully and I will go home and leave you here to do whatever you want.” He took a deep breath. “Are you here because of me? Because you think I don’t want you?”

  My shoulders stiffened. “I’m not experienced enough for you, Henry. I’m moving on.”

  “Like fuck you are.” He said. “You want to lose that innocence? Then you’ll fucking do it with me. You hear me? No one else. Just me.” He held up my arm, pulled off the band and threw it across the room.

  “We’re going home. Do you have a problem with that? I’m taking you to my bedroom and we’re going to fuck. I don’t care if it takes all night or the next three days. We’re not leaving that room until you’re no longer a virgin. If you’re not interested, now is the time to walk away. I’ll take you home to get your belongings and I’ll pay for you to stay in a hotel. Which is it to be, Amelia?”

  I bit my lip. Was this really happening right now?

  “I want you to fuck me, Henry.”

  Then I was whisked from that room so fast my head span.

  The car ride home was steeped with tension and silence. Henry was completely focused on getting us home safely. I sat beside him wondering if he would have calmed down and changed his mind by the time we were through the doorway.

  “No, I’ve not changed my mind. I’m rock hard for you, Amelia.” He’d read my expression.

  “Okay.” I replied. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

  We pulled up outside the apartment and Henry opened the door. Once through he picked me up and kicking the door behind him, marched us off to his bedroom.

  Chapter 10

  Henry

  I was so fucking tired that I did something I didn’t remember doing for a long, long time. I took the afternoon off to go home and sleep. Tonight I needed to talk to Amelia, and I couldn’t do that on no sleep. I sent Mary home when I got back so that the apartment would be quiet and then I hit the sack and slept for hours, overcome by everything that had been happening.

  Later the sound of my cell phone woke me. I was going to ignore it at first, but then I remembered I’d abandoned the office and there was a chance someone needed me. It was Aidan. “Carter.” I answered.

  “Henry, Amelia is at Club S.”

  “She’s what?” I was wide awake in seconds. “How the fuck did she find out about the club?”

  “She already knew about it. Anyway, there’s no time for me to explain. She’s in there and the way she was talking makes me think she’s considering losing her innocence there. It’s really not the place for that to happen. What do you want me to do? She told me to mind my own business.”

  “I’m on my way. I’ll sort it. Speak later.” I told him. I ended the call and thanked God I’d fallen asleep with my clothes on. I grabbed my keys and set off for the club.

  Once inside, I scanned the bar, but there was no sign of her. My heart beat hard in my chest as I made my way to the side rooms and prayed that I wasn’t going to find her in there with another man. Oh I knew my own past, I didn’t need reminding I’d fucked my way around this club. But this was a place to play. It was no place for an innocent girl to come to lose her virginity.

  The minute I went through to the rooms, I saw her. I watched as she stared through the windows watching the scenes. She was wearing a tight silver dress that showed off her amazing tits and ass, and high black heels that emphasized the curve of her calves. I wanted to run my lips up those curves, all the way up those thighs and past those tits until I was back kissing that mouth. Then a man appeared in front of her. He held out his hand for her to shake. As she placed her hand in his I saw she was wearing a black and silver band on her wrist. The one that said she was available to play.

  Like hell she was.

  I made my way over to her, determined to bring her home.

  And that’s where we were now. I dropped her down onto my bed and I stripped myself out of all my clothes. Her blue eyes followed me every step of the way, but there was no fear in her gaze, no apprehension, only hunger. I pulled down my boxers revealing my massive cock, and she gasped. I was huge, and she was going to enjoy every bit of it.

  “We’re in no rush, Amelia. By the time my cock is seeking entrance you’re going to be begging me for it.” I told her.

  I pulled off each stiletto and threw them to the floor. Then I lifted up her right foot and ran my tongue along the sole of her foot. She whimpered as it tickled slightly and she tried to pull away her foot. Her skin tasted salty to my tongue. I repeated the same to her left foot and then placing her feet back on the bed, I lifted up the bottom of her dress, revealing those black hold up stockings that were encasing creamy thighs. I rolled down each stocking in turn, discarded them and then I returned to my ministrations, running my tongue from her ankle, all the way up her leg and right to the crux of her thigh at the side of her panties. I could see that the white panties she was wearing were damp, and I broke off from what I was doing.

  “That wetness better be for me, Amelia, and not for the people at the club.” She squirmed. “Did watching people at the club make you wet? Tell me the truth.” I commanded.

  “A little, but mainly I looked at them and thought of it being you.”

  “You looked at sexual acts and pretended it was me doing them to you?”

  “Yes,” she groaned, her thighs rubbing together.

  “And what did you see? What did you imagine I was doing to you?”

  “That you had your fingers inside me, your tongue, your-” She broke off.

  “Say it, Amelia.”

  “Your cock. That you had your cock in me and made me come.”

  I returned to her other ankle, and I tongued from her ankle right up to the juncture of her thighs again.

  “God, Henry, please touch me.” She begged.

  “All in good time, Amelia.” I told her.

  I sat astride her and pulled up her dress, taking it over her head and dropping it at my side. Then Amelia was laid under me in just her bra and panties. Her creamy breasts spilled out over the top of her bra and I began my teasing again, trailing my tongue up the side of her waist, over the curve of her breasts, making her push out her chest, and then back down the other side.

  I trailed my mouth up the curve of her neck causing goosebumps to break out over her skin, and then I devoured her mouth with my own. The kiss went on and on. I had no rush to leave her mouth. All I knew was that something was happening tonight, something different. I had slept with many women but there was something about Amelia, it was like she messed with my internal systems, set forth some kind of electrical charge. My whole body was on fire for her. Finally, I broke the kiss and unhooked her bra revealing those amazing breasts. I dipped my head to lave one and then the other while soft moans emitted from Amelia’s mouth.

  I trailed my fingers down her body until I reached those soaked panties and then I dipped my hand under the edge of them and took in her warm heat.

  “Fuck.” I wanted nothing more than to ram my rock hard cock inside her but I needed patience. Instead I rubbed her wetness around her clit and dipped my finger in and out of her. I’d expected her to tense up, but she hadn’t. She was rolling her hips up in rhythm with my finger fucking. I added a further finger. She was tight, I wouldn’t add another at the moment, but I continued to rock against her as she continued to rock back.

  “Oh my God, Henry, oh my God.”

  I felt her quicken around my fingers and then moisture seeped from her sweet cunt as she spasmed around my digits. Her whole body trembled, her breathing making her body shake as she came down from her orgasm.

  “Did you
enjoy that?” I asked her.

  She nodded eagerly. My sweet, beautiful, willing, Amelia.

  I kissed her again until she’d had time to recover and then I lowered myself between her thighs. She screamed my name as I licked up her seam, then teased her bud. I tongue-fucked her slowly until she was begging me. “Please, Henry, please.”

  I moved up the bed and raised myself above her. “I’m going to fuck you now, Amelia. Try to relax. If it doesn’t happen, we try again in a while, okay? Its not a race.”

  I lined my cock against her entrance and I started to push myself against her. Immediately she tightened up like a vice.

  I dropped back down between her legs and licked and teased her pussy until she was once again relaxed and on the edge of orgasm.

  I returned above her. “I’m just going to rub myself against you, so you get used to me being there. I’m not going to do anything, okay?”

  “Yes,” she replied. “Okay.”

  I rubbed my cock between her sweet wet folds over and over until eventually she started rubbing herself back against me, trying to seek an orgasm. I pushed slightly at her center and she accepted the first part of me.

  “I’m in you.” I told her.

  Her closed eyes fluttered open. “You are?”

  “Yes, only a little, but I’m there. Can you feel me?”

  It was as if telling her she’d already done it helped, as she continued to relax as I rocked my hips a little further giving her an inch of myself at a time. Then I came up against her barrier of resistance, her virginity. I paused, kissed her mouth and then looked into her eyes. “It’s going to hurt a little.” I told her. “At least, that’s what I hear.”

  “You never slept with a virgin before?” She asked me.

  I shook my head, “No, so you see, it’s my first time too.”

  She laughed heartily at this. “Henry is a virgin with virgins. I feel special.”

  “You are special.” I said and those blue eyes met mine once again. She was so innocent.

  I pushed past her barrier and she winced slightly. “Is it too painful?” I asked.