Hard & Fast_A Hard Thrusting Racing Heart Billionaire Romance

by Vivien Vale

  I look at him and think to myself how he's just so handsome and how I secretly want to go back to his penthouse and let things heat up.

  "Fine," I say, giving in. "We can go. But you have to guard me if something happens," I say, somewhat jokingly.

  We're on the street and all seems good. He and I decide to take a little walk around the city. It'll help to get some fresh air after being cooped up in my apartment for so long.

  "So," he asks. "Have you ever felt that strongly for anyone else besides that guy Stanley?"

  I look up at him and think about how I'd love to tell him the truth. I'd love to tell him that maybe he could be the guy that I could fall for again. But again, with Xavier, things are just too dangerous.

  I know he has a problem with commitment and I don't want to get wrapped up in the drama. So I say nothing about that.

  "No, I haven't ever felt that way again. I guess I'm just unlucky in love...and in life."

  He has a gloomy expression on his face and I don't understand why. It's not like this is his life being ruined. And it's not like it was he that did it to mine.

  He's holding my hand and it's a nice fall day. For a moment everything in the world seems just right.

  All the women who pass Xavier give him a second glance. He must be used to this kind of behavior, with women checking him out everywhere. He really is that gorgeous.

  Just as I'm starting to let go and to forget all my worries, something awful happens.

  Some guys approach us. They look like college frat boys or something. They take one look at me and started laughing.

  And then one of them says, "Hey, man, you know she's diseased, right?"

  He directs the question to Xavier, and I feel absolutely humiliated. This is like my worst nightmare. This is why I didn't want to leave the house.

  I try to hide my face and then realize I forgot my somewhat clever disguise. I left my scarf and sunglasses at the café. I'm screwed.

  Before I can feel much more embarrassment, though, Xavier is going up to the men and challenging them.

  "What did you just say?" he says aggressively.

  The guy doesn't back down. He stands up to Xavier, even though he's about half his size.

  “I said she has an STD, moron. Don't you know that?"

  At this point, I want to find the nearest hole, crawl in it, and never come out. For this kind of thing to happen in front of Xavier, the man I'm trying to impress, well, it's the worst kind of torture.

  Xavier grabs the guy by his collar and throws them up against the building. I’m stunned into silence. I've never seen him rage like this before and I've never seen those muscles on full display.

  "You will never say anything like that about her again," he yells at the guy.

  He picks him up by the collar and holds him by the neck against the building, nearly choking him out.

  "Now, I want you to apologize to the woman. Now!"

  It's super hot and sexy to see Xavier in full alpha male mode right now. I really do feel taken care of. And I've never had a guy stand up for me like this before. It makes me feel like he'll always do this for me and that I can trust him. What are these feelings?

  The guy utters some kind of half-assed apology. But Xavier doesn't let him go.

  "You better mean what you say!" he screams in the guy's face.

  He squeezes his neck a little tighter and the other guys are cowering, looking like they'd love to run away right about now.

  "I want you to apologize, and you better mean it," he says. “I want all of you to apologize to her."

  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," one of the guys says to me, so willing.

  "Yeah, me too. Honestly, we're real sorry about this," another one says.

  And finally, the one who's being held up against the building utters his final apology to me and it couldn't sound more sincere,

  "Listen, we didn't know. We are so sorry. I'm sorry for what I said and I promise never to say something like that again."

  With that, Xavier releases his grip and the guy falls to the ground. He's holding his neck like it hurts, and I can't say that I care.

  I'm impressed by my man, if I can even call him that these days. He protected me, and it's the first highlight in my life I've felt since the video came out.

  "Xavier, you certainly made them pay for it," I say, still a little dazed.

  "Yeah, well, they deserved everything they got. They're lucky I didn't punch their stupid faces in. I feel sick about the fact that people are treating you this way," he says.

  "You know, I really appreciate that," I say. "But you have to know this is not your fight. I'm gonna have to figure my way out of this somehow."

  "I'm gonna help you, Allie," he says. "I promise to help you find a way out of this thing. There's got to be a way to undo this."

  A look of misery crosses his face and I just honestly cannot put two and two together. Xavier and I are not exclusive, and he's made me feel like I'm not the only woman in his life, so why does he care so much now?

  I figure I should take what I can get and just be grateful for his kindness. But a part of me is wary. There's something that I just don't trust about Xavier right now.

  I'm just ready to retreat from the world. This has been a pretty traumatic day.

  "Can we please go somewhere private?" I ask, hoping he'll take me somewhere and fuck my brains out so I'll forget all this wretched embarrassment.

  He looks at me thoughtfully.

  "You can't hide forever, you know. I think we should stay out and you can learn to handle the scrutiny."

  I know he's vacillating between being the alpha male that he is and not letting me give in to my tormentors, and he's feeling kinda like maybe he should give in to me and get me out of here. I hope he chooses the latter.

  "I want to hide, Xavier, at least for a little while longer."

  He sighs. "You sure that's what you want to do? You're just gonna run from the world?"

  "For a little while longer. Don't you understand? Today was brutal."

  "Okay." He squeezes my hand, turns around, and leads me back toward the penthouse.

  I'm elated to be going somewhere private, out of the public eye. This has been one long experience that I'm ready to put it behind me. It looks like the video is going to haunt me no matter where I go and what disguise I wear.

  Even though I'm with Xavier now, it's hard to look up and have a positive perspective, considering today I've been both heckled and judged.

  But if we’re going back to his place, I know I have the perfect distraction in store.

  Xavier

  I call to have a town car come and pick us up. I need to get Allie off of the street as soon as possible. I had no idea what she's been dealing with. The heckling and the harsh judgments are too much for me to hear. They make my blood boil.

  I want to protect her and I can't believe it was I who put her in this position. It's all my fault.

  My feelings for her are obviously shifting. And even though I created this warped situation, I know now that I'm gonna bring her back out of it, somehow, someway. Allie doesn't deserve this. I don't know what I was thinking.

  I pull her away from the crowds and into a corner near a skyscraper so she's nice and hidden. She's crouched in the crook of my arm and I'm trying to protect her.

  Her face is famous. Everyone's seen the video and it's gotten way more publicity than even I could imagine.

  "Are they gonna pick us up soon?" she asks.

  "Yes, baby, they're coming. I'll get you out of here soon."

  I wrap the sides of my black trench coat around her and try to envelop her with my safe presence. She snuggles into my chest and the feeling is everything I could dream of.

  I lean down to kiss her, and as her soft lips meet mine, sparks of electricity start to fire off between us. It's undeniable. There's always that spark.

  I feel it when I'm in the room with her, and I feel it when I'm away from her, at a distance. We jus
t have some kind of incredible connection.

  I push her against the wall of the building and use my coat to block what we're doing. I kiss her passionately, as if by doing so I can prove that it's all gonna be okay.

  Where is that damn driver?

  I'm not going to waste a single second waiting for him. I kiss Allie and then move my hands to her tits. I clutch them and twist her nipples hungrily. I want to get her back to my place as soon as possible.

  With one hand I shield her with my oversized trench coat, with the other, I slide my hand down into her panties where she's nice and wet, waiting for me.

  I slowly start to finger her. I massage her clit and plunge a couple fingers deep inside of her. She gasps and I have to muffle it with my mouth.

  I kiss her as I finger her. People are walking by on the street beside us and yet nobody has any clue what's going on between us.

  I finger her deeply and with every press against her G-spot, she lets go a little bit more. I love this moment when she just fully submits to me. I know best how to please her and how to handle her.

  I kiss her and finger her but I'm getting ravenous, starved for more of her. I think I might have to take her right here.

  "Xavier, we can't. We'll get caught."

  She's worried, but I'm not. This is such a hot moment, taking her in what appears to be some kind of alleyway. The shadows of the buildings surround us and she's hidden by my coat. Nothing could go wrong.

  I can't be with her and not have this desire to make her mine. I want to give her a total body experience where the world disappears and all she can think about is me.

  I finger her expertly and get her nice and ready to explode. Then I unzip my pants and reveal my giant cock. She looks down and sees it, and I can see a look of fear and lust tangled into one.

  We're out in public, in broad daylight, and yet I can tell she still can't help herself. She wants it so bad.

  "Tell me you want it," I say.

  "No, Xavier, we can't do it here. Please, we'll get in trouble."

  I repeat myself. "Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me you want me, and only me."

  I put her hand on my cock and she starts to circle it up and down with swift motions. Her eyes darken and I can see she wants it so bad. If it was up to her she'd be on her knees indulging herself with my shaft deep in her throat.

  She loves to worship my cock with that mouth. She sucks on it as if to please, to show me I'm the only one. She will always acquiesce to being my little sex slave, that much is becoming more and more obvious.

  That'd be so hot and I wish I could do it. I wish I could have her down on her knees right here on the sidewalk, but that would be too obvious.

  The heat is rising between us. I shove her panties down and hoist her up with my arms so that I can reach her. I keep the coat up so we're hidden from sight and then I plunge my cock deep into her.

  "Oh, Xavier, oh my God. Fuck. I can't believe we're doing this right here," she breathes.

  My only hope is that she doesn't cry out too loudly, that I can keep her restrained or she'll blow our cover. I've never fucked a girl right here on the street like this and I have no intention of getting caught.

  All I can think of is Allie. All I can think of is how gorgeous she is, that she's a fucking supermodel and I'm consumed by her.

  Everything goes numb around me except for the feeling of my cock tensing up and getting even harder for her.

  I keep thrusting into her, unable to contain the force of my lust. Her back is hitting the brick wall of the building. I kiss her and she screams into my mouth.

  The connectedness we share is now becoming a familiar aspect of my life with Allie. I let myself fall into the intensity, into the rush of the climax that shoots through my body.

  We come at the same time. I can tell because her pussy clenches tightly around me. I always know when she's had a big release. I pump my essence into her and her muffled screams are swallowed by my mouth.

  We successfully just fucked right here on a crowded New York City street. Yes, we're out of sight, but the experience of the public being so close has a sense of voyeurism about it that's so fucking hot.

  I could be with Allie anywhere all day. No matter where we are, on a busy street or in the intimacy of my bedroom, it's all the same, it's all intense with her.

  I pull out of her and we reorient ourselves to the world, adjusting our clothes. I take her hand and pull her out of the shadowy corner that's been blocking us. I hold her hand and we wait, but soon the town car pulls up.

  She's looking at me with this intense passion and emotion in her eyes. What we just did was extremely intimate and also extremely deviant. The mixture of public exposure adds an aspect of intimacy that was a huge fucking rush.

  I know she's coming down from the high of her orgasm just like I am. But, at the same time, I can't wait to get back to the penthouse because now I haven't experienced the full measure of gratification that's possible with her.

  With Allie, I always want to take her to her edge, to her personal brink and so far past it. When she gets so hot that nothing will bring her down but the feel of me allowing her to explode, well that how far I like it. When she gets to the point that she can barely utter a word, much less her name, then I know that I've done my job.

  She will never forget me again.

  I'll make it my mission to satisfy her on all fronts until she's so obsessed with me that the reality of who I really am won’t come crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. It will seem like it’s perfect, that things are finally how they should be.

  I'm vacillating, yes, on whether I have hurt her too badly, beyond repair. But I also want her to know the truth...that she's been fucking Stanley all along. And if she didn't have feelings for me then, she certainly will now.

  The car drives us through the city and there's passion hanging thickly in the air between us. I know Allie's fulfilled but she has no idea just how immeasurably intense it's about to get for her.

  Within the confines of my penthouse, I'll have full opportunity to dominate her in the way she craves. She'll never admit it, but her secret desire and fetish is to yield to my every want and need. It's the basis of what makes us great.

  Allie understands, in an unspoken way, that I am her liberator if only she'll submit. And I’m about to make her submit like she never has before.

  Allie

  Xavier and I just fucked in a darkened city corner, with onlookers passing by. He shielded me with his trench coat, and somehow, I don't think we were noticed at all. It just looked like we were kissing.

  I've never been so dangerously exposed in public. Xavier took me to a new level of sexual oblivion that was enhanced by the fact that we could so easily be caught. We had to have each other right there, on a side street.

  It couldn't wait and that's what's so thoroughly exciting about being with Xavier. He seems to know all my buttons and he presses them. He knows how to add a layer of adventure to life that lifts me out of my own worries.

  Being safely removed from the public and from prying eyes within the bounds of the town car feels so good. No one can antagonize me in here.

  Today was an intense day for people approaching me about the video. I love that Xavier's nature is to protect me. He seems determined to help me live my life again and maybe to get things back on track.

  He’s gently massaging my thigh as we ride in the back of his car. There's something safe about being held like that. When I'm around him, the world seems right again.

  At the same time pressure's building up within me. The sight of his huge cock is lingering in my mind. I always want more. More of him.

  He puts his arm around me and I feel safeer and more connected than ever. He may be a bad boy, but some part of me is wanting to trust in him and to let go even more.

  When I'm with him there's a feeling of true emotional involvement that's intense, to say the least.

  We hit some traffic and it takes longer to get to
his place than normal. But I don't mind because sitting back here with him is time spent together. I don't know why I can't tear myself away from this man, but every part of me wants involvement with him.

  There's a friction between us, a kind of sexual chemistry that lights me up when I'm away from him, but especially when I'm with him.

  It's this feeling that makes me think that we can make it. It makes me feel like Xavier is more than just some guy. Right now, he's my perfect guy. He's taught me about myself sexually in such a way that I never thought was possible. Made me explore new things that I never knew I loved until he showed me.

  Every time I'm with him it's like a new volcanic explosion takes over my body and mind. He's got the endurance of an athlete. And I love that when I'm with him I don't have to be in control. I don't need to worry when I'm with him because he's got it all handled.

  I'm sure he would never intentionally hurt me, at least I think he wouldn't.

  The car pulls up to the building that I'm now so familiar with. It's Xavier's place, his luxe home within the city. We go inside and directly to his private elevator.

  Once inside he starts trying to undress me, wanting more and more. This is life with him. It's an endless sexual ride that always ends in bliss and then more buildup.

  I'm only ever temporarily satiated by him. It always feels good to explode in his arms but then I immediately want more. I've never felt this way with a guy before, so interested.

  In the elevator, he squeezes my hand and says, "So have you ever fucked in an NYC street before?"

  I look up at him slyly. "Of course not."

  He knows it's true. He knows he's the first to do many things with me. And that's how I like it. He's exciting and he makes the world more compelling.

  We arrive at the top floor and he pulls me inside of his sprawling apartment.

  I watch his ass as he goes to the bar and offers me whatever I want.

  "I'll have a Pellegrino, thanks."

  I need the mineral water to replenish my system after the session we just had on the street.

  He brings me the water and I drink it, grateful for the moisture to my dry throat. Sex on the street will do that to a girl.