Screwing The Billionaire - A Standalone Alpha Billionaire Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #1)

by Alexa Davis

  I could faintly hear her cry out my name as I came, pleasure rushing over me in a wave that roared in my ears, nearly drowning her out completely. She kept her legs around my waist, and I slowly lowered us to the bed, rolling to my side and giving her room to slide her bottom leg out from under me.

  We laid in silence, without moving, for a few minutes, until a shiver from her signaled that the air conditioning had finally overridden the heat we’d created between us.

  I reached behind me and found the sheet and bedspread shoved almost out of range, and used my fingertips to work it closer. When I could, I grabbed it and spread the covers over us both, to warm her. She snuggled in, one ankle between my calves, her face pressed against my chest.

  “So, do you think maybe you could eat something now?” she asked in a sleepy, satisfied voice. I ran my fingers through her hair, loathe to move from the position we were in for any reason other than mortal danger.

  “I want to buy you dinner, but I think I would like to know if there are any good places who deliver,” I offered. “Because the more we do this,” I ran my hand down her body, “the less I want to go anywhere we can’t.”

  She sighed, and I felt her warm breath move the hair on my chest. “We can’t stay indoors forever, but the sooner we go, the sooner we get back,” she negotiated. “I can cook, though, you know. If you aren’t scared. Just let me up first,” she added with a giggle.

  “I’m not afraid to eat your cooking, I just want to take you on a real date,” I laughed. “How about this. You throw in a shower together before we go, and promise that we go to the place with the shortest wait to get in, and I’ll let go of you.”

  She was quiet for a moment and I checked to see if she’d fallen asleep again. “I’m awake,” she chuckled. “I was just giving myself a little more time being held before having to shower off all this lovely sex.”

  “I have every intention of taking the sex into the shower with us,” I replied firmly. “Because that was my fantasy while I was still at Lago Colina. You, in the shower, all soapy and slippery, and me getting to wash every, last inch of you.”

  “You want to wash me?” she asked. She sounded genuinely surprised.

  “I want to touch all your dirty bits, darlin’, like every other red-blooded male on the planet.”

  She pulled away enough to meet my eyes. “Well, we had better get that shower going, then. I have a lot of dirty bits right now, and it’s going to take you a minute to get to them all.” She slid my hand to her ass and pressed it against her soft, firm cheek. I responded by gripping it tight enough to drag a little helpless sound from her throat, and slid my tongue inside her mouth as I kissed her. I released her ass at the same time as I came up for air.

  “Let’s go get clean, while we think of all the dirty things we can do later.” I whispered to her, giving her one more quick, chaste kiss on the lips, then another on her neck. I didn’t know if what we were doing was too out of the norm to work forever, but I was going to make sure that she never forgot the first day we spent together, no matter what came after, or how quickly we burned out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Carina

  We spent so long in the shower together that we had to rush to rinse the soap off and out of all the cracks and crevices when the water went cold. Even while toweling off, I could still feel his fingers gently spreading the folds of skin at the top of my thighs and rubbing his soapy fingers over and inside me until I came again, clinging to him as I struggled to stay standing.

  He’d paid almost equal attention to every body part, from my shoulders to my ankles, and when he’d soaped up my ass and warned me to brace myself against the shower wall, I had almost panicked for a moment, until I felt him spread me open a little and slide his soap-lubricated fingers over me without pushing in, just stroking me in a way no one else had ever done. I was breathless from the sheer pleasure of his hands on every part of my body, and when it was my turn, I attempted to do the same for him.

  Soon, he was covered in a thick lather that made his skin slicker than water alone could. I gave his hind quarters the same treatment he’d given mine, and reveled in the gasp that escaped him when I slid my hand over his shaft, over his balls as they drew up against him, then slipped my hand back between his legs to wash the rest of him.

  I pressed my hands against his hips until he back up and the water ran down his chest and stomach. I rinsed him off, then, while I still knelt in front of him, I licked and sucked on him, while he was soft enough to take all the way in without straining. I kept gently massaging that part of him between his beautiful cock and his ass, while I sucked him hard again, then turned away from him and guided him to me from behind.

  I got on my toes and he slid in, then slid in and out of me, holding my shoulder with one hand, my hip with the other. He asked permission to change his aim, and even though I didn’t know what to expect, I nodded in agreement, gasping in combined pain and pleasure as he drew out of me and moved up to my ass, pressing himself inside me where minutes before he’d taken such care to gently stroke and clean me.

  “Tell me if it’s too much,” he panted, slowly sliding in a little more. He was so big I thought he was tearing me apart, but even as it hurt, the pleasure began to edge it out.

  “So, today is going to be all kinds of firsts for me,” I confessed, panting the words out past the fullness of him inside me, “but, I don’t want you to stop,” I added as he froze.

  “I’ve never done this either, so you have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong.” He edged in a little more, and I realized he was completely sheathed in my body, as he pressed his hips against the backs of my thighs. When he was still, it felt so good to hold him in me like that, and I tightened around him, marveling at the sensation.

  “I thought it would hurt more,” I said softly. “I want more. Give me more.” He took a deep breath, and slowly began to move in and out of me, while I reached down and used my fingers on myself from the front. It only took seconds before I was crying out uncontrollably, bracing against the tile with one hand and my forehead, an orgasm ripping through my body along with enough pain to make me wonder if it was more good or bad.

  I squeezed down on him hard, trying to make him slow down even though I couldn’t speak past the torrent of sensations rushing through me, and I felt him throb and spasm inside me as he came, holding himself against me, until thankfully, the pain subsided, leaving only the sweet edge of pleasure behind. He breathed hard in my ear, then cursed, before pulling out of me so fast it tore a gasp from my throat.

  “Jesus H. Christ, the water’s turning to ice!” he exclaimed, half-laughing as he quickly washed himself again, trying to splash a tiny amount of water on me too. “You do not want to be under this,” he added.

  I snickered at his quickly bluing lips. “You’re right, I don’t. But, get out of my way and let me do this quickly. You get out and get warm.” I washed quickly, wincing a little at the tenderness of my behind, while I simultaneously gave myself a mental high five for doing one of the few things I’d always been a little nervous to try. If only the world knew the secret lives of nerds, I thought to myself, and laughed out loud.

  “What’s so funny?” Jackson called out. I’d forgotten he might still be in the room.

  “I was just wondering what the world would think, if non-nerds knew what us nerds are really doing.”

  He laughed and agreed. “Well, I’m not going to lie. I hadn’t even fantasized about that particular something until we were in the shower together.” He poked his face around the corner of the frosted glass and looked at me while I turned the water off and wrung out my hair. He held out a towel for me, a chagrined expression on his face. “Did I go too far?”

  I started a little at the question, and gave it some thought. “I don’t think I’m down for it being an everyday kind of thing,” I said slowly, “but, this whole week is supposed to be about us doing things we’ve never done, especially together. Besides,” I added af
ter a pause, “If everything else we do ends up being as good as the sex…” I let the question trail off without answering it, and he nodded his head.

  “I’m not just here for the sex,” he drawled, “but I’ll be damned if keeping my hands off you isn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, even for a minute.”

  I wrapped the now damp towel around my head like a turban and followed him back to our clothes. “I guess if you still feel that way in the morning, after we’ve shared an actual meal, and been forced to talk to each other, if for no other reason than sex in the middle of restaurants is usually frowned upon, then we should feel justified in being… Well, if I’m being a whore, what are you being?”

  He gave me a startled look. “Then I guess, I’m being a man-whore,” he replied. “But C.J., I don’t see you that way. I mean, both of us could have been dating people for the weeks that we spent talking to each other instead. I’m not going to jump the gun on labels, but aside from that especially eye-opening hot shower sex we just had, nothing we’ve done was too quick or, um, well, slutty. I’m not going to let the world look down on what we have just because most people don’t get how technology can be just as telling, just as good as sitting across a table at a restaurant.”

  Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. I wouldn’t have been caught dead on a dating site, mostly because my name was recognizable and I had enough stalker weirdos in my life as it was. But, Jackson was right. I liked him, and I had liked him from the first moment he had sent that stupid flirty text while I was in the middle of streaming.

  “Are we going to have a lot of experimental sex?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

  “Absolutely!” He exclaimed. “So long as you pick the next kind of ‘experimental.’ Too be honest, I felt a little ungentlemanly back there, no pun intended,” he added as I barked out a surprised laugh, “and I think you should be the boss next time.”

  I felt an evil grin spread across my face, as I pondered the costume pieces, props, and toys I had in my dressing room. “If I get to be in charge next, we should go eat now,” I suggested, “before I really wear you out.”

  “Nerds,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Dirty perverts, the lot of them.” I giggled and he gave me a quick hug, before pulling his shirt back over his head. “Dinner, hardware store, then home. Although, stopping for rubber hose and metal brackets just took on a whole new, frightening meaning for me.”

  I laughed so hard I made myself sneeze, which set him off laughing too. Even though I thought we might be under threat of starving to death before we ever got around to eating again, I had never been so happy to spend every second together without the stresses or strains of whatever it was we might become.

  While he finished dressing, I pulled my wet hair into a ponytail and fed Stiles a can of his favorite food. When I shut off the light, I could see into the open bedroom where the light from the window fell on the mannequin and the winged costume. We were at the beginning of what was to be a very strange and (I crossed my fingers) wonderful week. I locked the door behind me and Jackson took my hand, as we set off into the wilds of Los Angeles, looking for adventure… or at least some good nachos.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jackson

  My head was spinning. I walked down the street with my arm around C.J. and wondered how it was possible that I didn’t look like a huge charlatan to the people around me. C.J. leaned against me as we stood waiting for the go-ahead to cross the street, then pulled away and pointed out a brew-pub she thought I’d like.

  I didn’t reach for her again, but felt a sort of emptiness in the space between us. We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to spout off to her about feelings, but I reached out and took her hand, placing it on my elbow like my older brothers had taught me to back when I was a gangly fourteen-year-old on the way to his first date.

  The brew pub was everything she had claimed. Along with amazing craft beers we had soft, sweet crab cakes, Kobe beef burgers, and even though we were both stuffed by that time, somehow we managed to split a slice of peanut butter pie. I groaned in equal parts ecstasy and intestinal distress as I forced another forkful of sweet peanut butter and chocolate goodness into my mouth.

  “I’m going to have to walk a few miles to feel right again,” I admitted around the mouthful of dessert.

  “You could stop eating it,” C.J. suggested, earning herself a baleful glare from across the table.

  “Sacrilege.”

  “We could work it off in bed…”

  “I think that would go south quickly.”

  She laughed and covered her mouth with her napkin as she started choking on her last bite of pie. “Well, how about we take in a movie? We have all day tomorrow to work on the brace, we don’t have to worry about travel or lodgings for the convention and, thanks to me, you have a VIP pass that means you don’t have to get in line at six in the morning just to get in at ten.”

  “How far to the theatre?”

  “Less than a mile from here, and less than half a mile home again after.”

  “That sounds like a plan. Want to see anything in particular?” She thought for a second and shook her head.

  “I’ve been so busy, I don’t even know what’s in the theater right now.” I pushed the plate away from me as a gesture of surrender and grinned.

  “No big, we’ll just see whatever is starting closest to when we get there, that isn’t a G-rated cartoon.”

  She sat back, feigning shock. “What do you have against children’s movies?”

  I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Hey, I have four older brothers who never fail to score with the ladies. One hard and fast rule they taught me, was that no one wants to have sex after a Disney movie. I’m just trying to keep my options open.”

  It was C.J.’s turn to roll her eyes. “Oh, brother. How about I use the restroom and you get us the check? I’m happy to pay for half, so don’t worry about covering it all.” She got up and sauntered to the ladies’ room, and I handed our server my card, just as she was bringing us the check. With a wink and a quick smile, she took off again, and by the time C.J. got back, our bill was paid, complete with the perky waitress’ phone number hand written across the top of the receipt she handed back to me.

  I folded it in half, hiding the scrawl across the top, and on our way out, dropped it in a trash can. I had no reason to even look at it twice, but gave the cute waitress props for thinking she could hold up against the amazon goddess walking with me to the theater.

  Thank God for the Marvel Universe popping out movies like a hare had litters. I wasn’t even sure what heroes were in the movie playing, but we bought tickets and went to our seats without stopping at the snack stand, still stuffed from dinner. The movie had lots of action, and the theater was cold enough that halfway through, C.J. slid closer and lifted the arm of the seat between us so she could pull my arm around her and warm her up.

  When the movie ended, we waited until the few people sharing our Tuesday night cinema left and we were alone in our seats. We wandered out and started to wind through the rat maze to find an exit door, when I noticed a movie about to begin, one that I’d been wanting to see.

  “C.J., have you ever snuck into a movie?”

  She arched an eyebrow at me. “Of course not! Wait, have you?”

  I laughed and nodded. “Not since I was a kid. C’mon, let’s see how full the theater is.” I took her by the hand and we snuck up the ramp and around the corner. The place wasn’t even half full, and there were seats available right behind the extra-wide handicap access. I found us seats right in the center and sat down, and C.J. sat stiffly next to me. I rubbed her back and told her to relax, and she leaned over to me.

  “I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.”

  “Don’t you dare buy tickets, you hear me? They’ll survive, and you need to live a little.” She stuck her tongue out at me, shiny in the glow of the trailer that was beginning to play on the giant screen in
front of us. She slipped out the side and disappeared around the corner, and I was tempted to follow her to make sure she didn’t pay for the flick, just on principle.

  Several minutes and a couple of trailers later, I looked up at a shadow that was cast dimly across my face, and started at the tub of popcorn that hovered there. I took it from C.J.’s outstretched hand and she handed me a large soda gesturing that I use the holder between us. She then gave me a choice of candy, between Twizzlers and Junior Mints, and shrugged her shoulders when I rolled my eyes.

  “I’ll take the Junior Mints, and why did you buy food? You can’t possibly be hungry.” She dropped her gaze and played with her purse. “C.J., seriously. All you had to do was tell me you wanted something and I would have bought it for you.”

  “You said not to buy tickets.”

  Tickets would have been twenty bucks. You spent, what, twenty-three?”

  “Almost twenty-five.”

  “So, more than tickets would have cost.”

  “But, I will sleep tonight.” She bit into a piece of strawberry licorice and grinned around the red candy that was sticking out of her mouth. I sighed and settled in to watch the last trailer before the movie.

  “Trade you some of the frozen mints for some Twizzlers.” I said around a mouthful of popcorn.

  “Knock yourself out,” she said, handing me the bag, “I really only want some of the Dr. Pepper.” I glanced down at the tall, wax coated cup that was already beginning to sweat condensation in the cup holder at my wrist. It was still cold, and I felt guilty for not having thought of it before she started rubbing her hands over her arms.

  I dumped all the candy in her lap and reached across her with the soda, using the cup holder in the opposite armrest. I lifted the one between us and scooted her right up against my side, pulling strands of licorice out of the bag in her lap one at a time between bouts of belly laughter at the low-brow and often perverse humor on the big screen.