by Blythe Reid
I ran my hands through his chest hair, feeling the heat of his skin, the beating of his heart beneath my fingertips. The length of his cock was against my hip. I pulled up my leg, and we faced each other when he entered me. It was so intimate, our eyes locking as he rocked his body back and forth, sliding into me. I gasped and moaned softly the first orgasm building. Everything about the way he treated me was with so much love I could choke on it.
When I orgasmed, it filled me up like hot water. I grabbed onto Alec, letting him guide me through it, losing myself completely, knowing he would be there to catch me.
When we were done, we lay together, naked under the covers. His fingers were intertwined with mine, and he ran his thumb up and down the back of mine.
“Would you want a boy or a girl?” I asked.
“I don’t mind,” Alec said. “I want the baby to be healthy. Anything else is perfect because you’re the mother.”
I smiled. “We should talk about names, sometime.”
“We should,” he said. “I think we can call her Bella if it’s a girl.”
Because of my name, I realized.
“And if it’s a boy?” I asked.
“Alexander, Xander for short.”
I looked up at him, tracing his profile in the dim light that came from the window. “You have it all figured out, don’t you?” I asked.
I could feel him smile. “With you, sweetheart, my future is as bright and clear as day.”
“One last question,” I said, feeling myself drift off to sleep.
“Yeah?” he asked sleepy, too.
“Do you want the wedding before or after the birth?”
“As soon as possible,” he said. “I want to make you mine.”
I grinned. What a man, I thought before we fell asleep, together.
The End
The Billionaire’s Wicked Virgin
There’s something in the way she moves. Without reservation or worry. She shakes her hips and rubs her sweet ass all over me, but promises nothing as she walks off the dance floor.
She has no clue of my power, my money, my lust.
As fucked up as it is, I want her to do it all over again.
Deny me, little virgin. Promise yourself and walk away, because the day will come when you wouldn’t dare move from the offer I give.
And then everything changes in a split second.
An issue in my business has me confronting staff and who do I find in the middle of the crowd?
My kitten. My pet.
Oh, how fun this is going to be. She works for me?
Of course, she does. She’s my wicked little virgin.
1
Liam
The Exchange was a four-level nightclub in Los Angeles; a place where people went to get drunk and to get laid, to forget real life. It was situated in the old stock exchange building and it pulsated with electronic music.
Joel and I were at the bar, ordering drinks. The dance floor was packed with bodies pressed against each other, moving to the beat of the music. The atmosphere was electric, humid, the way it got when too many bodies were crammed into a space and it was intoxicating. On a night like tonight there were a lot of women. I could have anyone of them. Most women here only wanted one thing and I would be more than happy to fuck them.
I was good looking, on top of my game and I had money to back me – a lot of it. It made me more confident in myself and that was all a woman wanted. Put a confident man with a good body and a lot of money in front of a woman and she is his for the night.
Joel and I were here to get some ass. I wasn’t in the mood for making a meaningful connection. If you loved someone, it just ended in pain.
Joel and I had been friends since college. We’d met at a frat party, hitting on the same woman. We’d taken it outside to fuck each other up and walked away as best friends. Life had gotten busy for the both of us but we still made time to meet up once a week for a drink or two to catch up. He’d been there for me through everything – fucking around, meeting Janine, the crash, and the funeral.
“So, where’s Kenna tonight?” Joel asked.
“She’s at my mom’s,” I said. I didn’t want to think about children and responsibility. I wanted to forget. It was easy to move on when I was busy, but when I came to a standstill, I still saw Janine in my mind’s eye. So, I had meaningless sex, fucked any woman that was willing, or drank myself into a stupor when I had a chance. To stop feeling.
Joel and I scanned the crowds. Women were scattered all over the place, moving their bodies to the music like they were already having sex along with drinking shots at the shooter bar like there was no tomorrow.
“What about them?” Joel asked, pointing towards the bar
I looked and my eyes fell on two women who had just joined the crowd at the bar. They were both beautiful, but the one was stunning. Here, women were hot, but this one was something else.
“Let’s do it,” I said, getting up.
Joel followed me toward them.
“Hello, ladies,” I said. They smiled. They were striking in very different ways. The one had a brunette bob and brilliant green eyes, the other long blonde wavy hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that made me melt.
I held up my hand to her. “I’m Liam,” I said.
She took my hand and smiled. “Harper.”
Her friend introduced herself as Sierra, and Joel shook her hand. He would have to take Sierra because Harper was mine.
We bought them drinks and I studied Harper. She was beautiful, slender but with curves in all the right places; tits that filled out her little black dress perfectly, an ass that begged to be grabbed. She caught me staring and raised her eyebrows at me. I grinned at her. I wasn’t ashamed. I wasn’t going to apologize. She had a fucking hot body and I was going to appreciate the shit out of her.
God, I wanted to do a lot more to her than just buying a drink.
I watched her mouth when she spoke and laughed. Her lips were full, beautiful, with a slight pout. I could imagine my dick sliding in and out of those lips. When she looked at me her eyes were bright. Yeah, I would slide my dick in and out of her in a lot of ways.
As if she knew what I was thinking, she blushed. She looked a little uncomfortable. I liked them that way – pushing someone just beyond their comfort zone was what I did best.
We stood with them, talking, drinking for a while but I wanted a reason to touch her.
“Let’s go dance,” I suggested.
The women looked at each other again before they both nodded at me. Fine by me, if I got what I wanted.
Joel looked pleased. Together, we lead the women onto the dance floor and they moved to the music. We stood in their personal space, the only time we could do this without being rude.
Dancing always worked for me. The women would make all the moves and I would stand there, watching, the lucky bastard that got to grope a little.
Sierra rubbed her body up against Joel like she wanted more. Harper danced a few inches away from me, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the action. I moved closer to her, pressing my body against hers. She hesitated, looking over her shoulder at me but I put my hands on her hips and guided her to the music. Before long, she was grinding against me, too.
Her ass was fantastic. She rubbed herself against me and I grew hard. I pressed my cock against her. She didn’t back away from me. She had to feel my erection, there was no way she could ignore the monster in my pants. She kept grinding and I was going to give her more. I was going to give her all of it.
The music changed, the beat slowing down a little, and Sierra stepped closer to Joel. He was getting some tonight.
Harper turned around, pressing herself against me again. Her tits were just as delicious as her ass. They mashed against me and every part of them were real. It was a thing of beauty when the woman’s tits were real, being the size Harper’s were.
I put my arms around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. Her face was only inches
from mine, her scent in my nostrils – seductive. God, I could take her right now. I put my hand on her cheek, inching closer to her face.
I brushed my lips against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like vanilla Chapstick and alcohol and it only fueled my lust for her. It helped that I was lightly buzzed already. Alcohol always helped along my mood. It sure as shit helped along my erection. The fucker was like steel in my pants.
I kissed her, tasting, exploring and she lifted her arms around my neck, kissing me right back. I ground my dick against her, holding her in place with my hands on her hips. She gasped.
I wanted to take this somewhere private. I was horny, eager to put my dick somewhere and I couldn’t think of a better place right now, than deep inside Harper tight little slit. She had to be wet for me. Sloppy wet.
“Come home with me,” I said with my forehead pressed against hers and my hand in her hair. We were both breathing hard. Harper swallowed hard but shook her head and took a step away from me.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not that type of woman.” She stepped out of my arms completely, turning to her friend. What the fuck?
“Come on, Sierra,” she said. The two women exchanged words before Harper took Sierra’s hand and they walked away from us. Sierra looked over her shoulder at Joel, shrugging.
We watched them leave.
“Did she just cock block me?” Joel asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Apparently, asking her to come home with me had been the wrong move.”
She was a cock tease. Those were sent right from hell to torture men. You never stopped wanting them, but you never ended up getting anything. And crazy enough… I wanted her even more because of it. Ugh. Fuck me.
“Sorry, bro,” I said.
Joel shrugged. “I’m sure there’s more ass here. One’s as good as the next.”
I nodded. I was edgy as fuck, my pride bruised, and I still wanted to put my dick somewhere.
Joel and I went through the motions again, but my mind was on Harper. I was stunned. Rejection was a bitch, but from someone like Harper? It made me want her more.
Tomorrow, I was going to come right back to find her. I wasn’t sure of my odds but I had to try. Blonde hair, eyes like a Fall sky, curves that would make any man sit up and beg. A woman like that was worth pursuing until I got to fuck her. I wanted to claim her, to make her mine.
When I wanted something, I was going to get it, no matter what it took. And I just decided, I wanted Harper.
2
Harper
The Exchange was the one place in town that was pumping two nights in a row. I needed that, tonight. Last night, Sierra and I had come here but we’d been pulled over by these two guys that had wanted way more than a dance and a good make-out session. I was all about kissing on the dance floor – a little bit of alcohol and my inhibitions were lowered just enough to feel sexy – but I was a virgin.
So was Sierra. Last night, we’d made out with those two guys and I’d realized that we’d lead them on. I’d called it and we’d walked away.
I wasn’t a virgin for any other reason than that I just hadn’t found the right guy, yet. Sierra felt the same. Somehow, what had to be the last two virgins our age in LA had found each other.
When I’d moved to LA, I’d known no one. I’d been all alone in the new world but I’d wanted to pursue my career as an editor and a job opening as an editor’s assistant had gotten my foot in the door. It had yanked me out of the world of MC gangs and alcohol where I’d worked behind the bar at a Motorcycle club.
I’d arrived in LA with no friends, nothing but a job and an ad for a roommate of a woman I hardly knew. It had been dangerous. But no risk, no reward, right?
When I’d met the woman, it had been Sierra. She’d needed someone to help with rent. I’d needed a place to stay otherwise the next stop was under a bridge and somehow, we’d realized we had so much more in common than we’d thought.
Sierra and I headed to a different floor and we headed toward the bar. I was in the mood to drink. Tonight, I wanted to get wasted off my ass.
“Harper,” Sierra said after we’d thrown back our first shots for the evening. “Do they look familiar to you?”
I looked where she was pointing. It was the dark-haired guy from last night. He was flirting with some woman, half turned away from me, but I would know him anywhere.
As if he felt me looking, he turned around and stared right at me. His eyes were like ice, a blue so light it made me shiver. I turned back to the bar, feeling like an idiot.
Maybe it would be better to leave, I thought. I turned to Sierra. She was flirting with the bartender. We weren’t going any time soon. I ordered another shot for myself.
“I’ve got it,” someone said next to me and I knew who it was before I turned to look at him. Liam pushed a note across the bar and the bartender took it.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No sweat. You’re back.”
He looked good. He wore a black collared shirt with light jeans faded in all the right places and he looked fantastic.
“So are you,” I said.
“I am,” he said. “I was looking for a little bit of love. Some nights it’s harder to find than others.”
I realized he was referring to last night when I’d made out with him, ground my ass against his erection and then left him like none of it had been as delicious as it had been. I threw back my shot.
“So, why did you do it?” Liam asked after I put the empty shot glass on the counter and took another swig of my drink. The alcohol buzzed through my system and I welcomed the flare of heat that it sent through my body. It pooled between my legs when I looked at Liam and I knew that it wasn’t just the alcohol turning me on.
“Do what?” I asked. I was being coy – it gave me time to think.
“You walked away from me.”
I shrugged, nonchalant.
“You know,” Liam said, “women don’t usually walk away from me.” He grinned. He was so hot. He had a square jaw, a nose straight as an arrow and brows that were not too thick and not too thin.
“I guess there’s a first time for everything,” I said and smiled sweetly. Liam chuckled and his laugh was smooth like velvet on my skin.
I looked over my shoulder at Sierra. Another guy had approached her and she was smiling and laughing, flirting.
I settled down for a conversation with Liam. We made small talk, flirting, laughing, and drinking. My head felt light and airy, my veins were on fire and it was safe to say I was sufficiently drunk.
He was just a player, I told myself. He was a hot guy I met in a club that wanted nothing but a piece of me before he moved on. He wasn’t anything worth spending time with – he was trouble on wheels. I had to remember that.
“So, why don’t you throw a dog a bone and give me your number?” Liam asked.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. You’re nothing but trouble.” I couldn’t help but smile as I said it.
“Come on, babe,” he said, leaning closer to me. He brushed the back of his hand against my cheek and my breath hitched in my throat. I wasn’t supposed to get this worked up over some asshole I barely knew.
I shook my head but I’d already decided to do it. Maybe that was because I was drunk. Maybe it was because Liam was extremely hot.
“Fine,” I said and scribbled my number on a napkin for him.
“Now, pretty lady, I want to dance with you,” he said after pocketing my number.
He held out his hand and I took it, letting him lead me to the dance floor. I was unsteady on my feet – I’d had more than I’d realized – and I was glad for his support. When we stepped onto the dance floor I tripped and stumbled but Liam caught me, my body pressed up against him. I looked up into those blue eyes and they were darker than they’d been before, pupils dilated.
“Watch your step,” he breathed but he started moving, keeping me against him, the beat of the song pulsating through him.
/> He gyrated his hips against mine and it was impossible to miss how hard he was through his jeans. I wanted him. Need washed through my body, tightening the muscles at my core. Liam dipped his head and he kissed me. He tasted amazing – like alcohol and the promise of something darker.
We moved to the music like this, his body flush against mine, the line of his sex pressing against my crotch and I ached for something more.
“Come with me,” Liam mumbled against my lips.
I was past the point where I wanted to say no. A small voice at the back of my head screamed that he wanted more than what I was willing to offer but it competed against the alcohol and the burning desire at the pit of my stomach.
Liam led me away from the thumping music.
“Should we be here?” I asked when he led me into the VIP area.
“Absolutely,” Liam said. He led me to the VIP bathroom and locked us inside. The music was a dim thud in the background and the two of us were alone in the stall. Liam didn’t waste any time. He pushed me up against the wall, pinning my body with his and kissed me again.
His tongue snaked into my mouth, his hips grinding against my crotch. I moaned and gasped, melting into my panties.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Liam said through his kisses. He ran his hands down my body. I wore a low-cut top and a skirt tonight and in no time at all his hands were under my shirt on my bare skin.
Liam’s head was in my neck, his lips on my skin. He kissed and nibbled his way down as his hands found my breasts, pulling down the cups of the bra. He found my nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers and I cried out. My hands were in his dark hair, tugging a little.
“Yeah, baby,” Liam mumbled in my neck.
One hand stayed on my breast. The other moved down, pulling up my skirt so that it sat around my waist. Without ceremony, Liam pulled the G-string aside and pushed his fingers into my slit. I moaned softly, the feeling a surprise and exactly what I wanted, all at the same time.
