Pikeman: A Billionaire Romance

by Kristen Kelly

  “I never said you did.”

  “Right. Well… I’m smarter than most people think. I’m fluent in Latin, French, Spanish, and Chinese. I have a BS in literary education, one in astronomy, that took me an extra six months and believe me it was no picnic, a masters in International and Comparative Contexts, well, I will soon as I finish my last year of graduate school, and I’m not too bad with a pistol either. I don’t drink, smoke, gamble or…”

  “Whoa! You what? And you have what? How old were you when you finished high school?”

  “Fourteen, why?”

  “Holy shit. I haven’t robbed the cradle. I’ve kidnapped Einstein’s protégé.”

  Now I was the one laughing. Usually when I told people that, they were taken aback or defensive as if they couldn’t measure up. Especially men. “You aren’t put off by a woman with brains?”

  “Of course not.”

  I let out a breath, congratulating myself on putting it all out there without backing down.

  Brock chuckled. A deep sexy rumble down low in his throat that had my core clenching and unclenching. I could listen to that voice all day.

  “All this time I was wondering if we would have anything to talk about,” he told me. His hand caressed my thigh and I slid my ass forward, glancing at the bulge in his pants.

  “I can talk about anything,” I said sweetly. “And on any subject. The moon, the stars, what’s going on in science…” I grabbed his penis through his pants making him groan. “I hope there won’t be much talking, though. Well, not in the beginning anyway.” My hand stroked along the denim and I heard his breath hitch, felt the car swerve slightly. “I just wanted you to know I’m not a dumb chic.”

  “I never thought that,” he said. His fingers crawled up my leg until they settled on my crotch, a thumb hooked my waistband. I pushed against his hand encouragingly. “Brains and beauty. How can a guy get so lucky?”

  Sliding forward, I unsnapped my jeans and then pulled down the zipper. Thick fingers brushed my soft curls sending electricity through my veins. “Mmmm.” I opened my legs but it didn’t really work so I made a tiny hop attempting to slide my jeans down.

  “It’s so hot down there,” he rasped. “Are you wet for me, little girl?”

  “Mmmm hmm.” Another hop and a wriggle. Now my pants were at my knees. Pushing them down further, I took them off. Brock laughed at my audacity. “Fuck yeah. Spread em baby.” Rocking my hips backward, my legs stretched wider and then I threw one leg over the back of the seat, displaying myself wide. He grunted as he watched me. I saw him glance in his rearview mirror and his eyes just about jumped out of his head. He licked his lips and swerved to the right a bit.

  A blunt finger dove inside my core. First one and then two. My breath caught and so did his, a deep craving of release both of us shared and it was a good thing I wasn’t driving. If we were going to make it the rest of the way home without hitting anything we had to be careful. When he found the bundle of nerves between my legs, I bucked inside the seatbelt. “Come for me, baby. Christen this sweet ride of mine.” I bucked off the seat, my body rising with deep need, matching his rhythm.

  “Oh baby, you feel so good. Come for me. Come, Amy Lynn. Come!” I could see his face in the rearview mirror. Hot slick desire exploded in his expression but then it was just a blur. I was so focused on the sensations, his fingers sheathed inside my pussy, the heat of his fine-sculpted arm which wrapped across my torso, heating my skin, all I could do was feel.

  I felt the welcome rise of lust simmering in my veins and my hips tilted back, desperate for more. Faster. Deeper. He stopped and I almost cried. I whimpered with the loss of him when he put his finger in his mouth, sucked it greedily with his tongue. I enjoyed the sexy grin that spread across his face. The tent inside his trousers told me he was getting off on this and then some. My sounds. The way I was hopping all over the seat. Suddenly, my body slid over. “Whoops.” We almost hit a road sign but he quickly made corrections. I was so hot, we could have driven off the road for all I cared just as long as he finger-fucked me. “Sorry about that, babe.” A little protest slipped out but he remedied the situation.

  “Oh god.” My appetite for him was off the charts. I wanted him inside me but I wanted this too. As an orgasm seized my brain, my labia puffed with fresh blood, my pussy drenched with juices that dripped along my crack. It lasted for awhile, gripping me so hard I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. My core clenched into spasms and I almost yanked the seatbelt off. “Fuuuuck!” I keened.

  Brock laughed. “Be glad to. Later.” Glancing down I tried to undo his pants but my arms were too short to reach. I wanted to taste him. To control that beautiful beast inside my mouth, make him come and say my name but I couldn’t. I smelled heady and raw, even to my own nose. When I finally finished climaxing, it was with thundering squeals of delight punctuated by calling Brock’s name over and over. After my body stopped pulsing, I pulled my pants back up, the sensations slowly lessening to a soft glow, inch by delicious inch. I was panting so hard I gulped at the oxygen, thirsty for more. Much more. “That…that was amazing. I’m still throbbing, even now but I…I want to return the favor..”

  Brock laughed. “Honey, we have all weekend.”

  I laughed. “We don’t want to get into an accident either,” I said.

  Thirty minutes later, we drove up the horseshoe shaped driveway leading to Brock’s cottage. Or what he called a cottage. To me it was more like a mansion. “This is it,” he said. “My home away from home.”

  “Wow, it’s huge. How many rooms do you have?”

  “You mean bedrooms or other kinds of rooms?”

  “Both,” I said, wondering what he meant. I finished pulling up my jeans and snapped them in place.

  “Hmm, Not sure, but I think there are about half a dozen bedrooms including a billiard room, library, the den where my father’s trophies are kept, formal dining room and a home theatre in the basement plus various others I’ve probably forgotten about. I haven’t been here in awhile.” He breathed in the country air. “You know, everything seems bigger when you’re a kid.”

  As I stared up at the roof, I felt a little uncomfortable. Now I knew he was rich or at least his parents were. I was glad I’d kept my house a secret. I would have been embarrassed about the humble three bedroom Cape Cod my parents had been so proud of once upon a time.

  We parked the car before a large timber-framed house sporting five full dormers on a steep hillside overlooking a lake. Two smaller houses stood flanked on both sides.

  “The smaller ones are for the help,” Brock explained before I could even ask. The help?

  We got out of the car and walked around to the back of the house, the heels of my cowgirl boots clicking on the knobby pine flooring of the wrap-a-round porch. I didn’t exactly know how to dress or what to expect so I tried to go country. I’d gone with jeans and a baby blue button-up eyelet blouse that showed off my cleavage, my long hair braided neatly down my back.

  “You’ll want to see this,” Brock said, leading me around the backside of the house. I could hear rushing water, but didn’t know where it was coming from. We placed our hands on the pine railing looking down. Several log cabins dotted the hillside. It was a pretty good drop from where we stood— perched on the side of a hill with hardly anyone within shouting distance but down below…Well, breathtaking didn’t begin to describe what I was looking at. A crystal blue lake sparkling in the sunshine wound through the forest as far as the eye could see. “Look straight down,” Brock said pointing below us. I had to lean forward a bit to get a good view and I got a bit dizzy. It was worth it though. A waterfall in all its glory fell in huge white puffs of foam right below our feet.

  “What do you think?” Brock asked. “Gorgeous,” I breathed thinking this was by far the most beautiful place on earth. The sun was setting in a beautiful blue pink canvas above a spectacular valley painted just for us it seemed. Brock pointed over the horizon.. “That’s Intercourse
over there. And in that direction, the mall. Ya know, I actually forgot how beautiful this is.”

  “It really is,” I said as he took me in his arms. I molded to his hard comforting chest. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

  “You’re most welcome. I’m glad I get to share it with you.” Tipping my chin to meet his gaze he gave me a quick kiss and then turned me around so I could gaze out at the sunset.

  “You haven’t been back since your parents died. Is that right?”

  “Maybe once a year for awhile but then not at all. I haven’t been here in maybe six or seven years I think.”

  “Really?” I asked, astonished. “Why is that? It’s so…beautiful. I’d want to live here all the time if it were me.” Already I was thinking about how wonderful it would be to sit on the veranda, reading or working on my thesis. I’d have a glass of wine by my side or maybe sweet tea.

  “I don’t know,” Brock said. “Memories I’d rather not deal with I suppose.”

  He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t ask. I was too absorbed in the beauty of the sky, the warmth of his arms around my body, my head upon his chest, the heat between us. He turned me around, tugged me closer slipping his hands below my blouse, My nipples perked below his touch. I loosened his belt buckle and just the top button. Then I slipped my hands in the back of his pants. I wriggled my fingers downwards until I got hold of one ass cheek. His skin was soft. Like butter inside my palm. I had visions in my head, tons of them, always had since I was fourteen. “Wanna make it with a really smart woman?”

  He groaned and then unbuttoned my blouse slowly. He pulled it open. Without unclasping my bra, he pulled out my breasts. He licked each nipple one by one. “God your tits are gorgeous,” he murmured. I could feel the length of him against my groin. So hot and hard it made me salivate.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Mmmm. I like that. Suck harder.”

  “I see you’re a woman that knows what she wants and not afraid to ask for it too.”

  “I always do.” With long slow precision, I unzipped his fly, slid down the zipper, and the delicious aroma of blood engorged cock filled my nostrils making me heady. When I tugged his brief down, he growled like a wild animal. He was fucking huge! Or was he simply more turned on right now? His briefs looked like they could burst from the beast caught inside them, and I wondered if men could ever get comfortable that way. Perhaps they needed to buy their trousers based on the size of their cocks. I didn’t know but he didn’t look like he was in the mood for questions right now.

  My breathing was erratic, my heart racing out of control. Glancing down, I saw a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock. I palmed the tip, and then put my hand to my mouth licking the delicious juice. Next, I pulled his balls from their nesting place, kneaded them briefly before glancing over his shoulder. “There. I want you there,” I said, pointing to a large wooden-slat Adirondack chair. I pushed him into it, which surprised even me. His eyes popped wide—a slow grin spread across his face. “Okay, little girl. You call the shots.” I leaned forward, breathed into his ear. “You like me to ask for what I want? This is what I want, Mr. Fireman. That long thick hose of yours. Inside my pussy…at long last.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Uh huh.” I dove in for a kiss, letting my tongue swirl delicately around his palate, the rich aroma that was Brock sharpening all my senses with deep physical yearning. I didn’t think of another thought. Not the lovely surroundings. Not the fact we lived in separate worlds. Nothing. All I wanted was this man. This moment. This primal physical ache. My skin felt like it was melting . The flames in his eyes crawled up my body searing me with their heat.

  Slanted sharply, the chair was perfect. I’d read these sort of seats got a man’s penis to a woman’s g-spot—without any extra movements or change in positions. It meant considerable less foreplay and higher orgasms. That is what I wanted, wasn’t it? Wasn’t being with a man better than a vibrator? I did have some pretty sophisticated toys after all. I giggled lightly, thinking of Brock’s cock with a battery in it. Instead of lowering myself over him, it would jump out of his pants and just plunge into me. I giggled again and he gave me a funny look but then smiled. No doubt he thought my laughs were of the nervous nature. If only he knew...

  His handsome face stared up at me, grinning wickedly, his dick pointing north and I grinned right back as I ripped open his shirt, ran my tongue along his salted skin.

  He was holding me by the hips, preventing penetration. I tried to take a breath but it came out like a little squeak. “I can’t wait, Brock. You’ve been driving me crazy this whole long trip. I need us to fuck.”

  “But we haven’t…”

  “I don’t care.” I knew what he was going to say, that he was big and I was small, that it was my first time and he didn’t want to hurt me. He’d want to stretch me some more. Maybe wait a while longer. More foreplay and all that. He was such a good man. Kind and gentle. But I didn’t want gentle. I’d prepared myself and I was as ready. I wanted rough. To be impaled by him. Bury him inside so deeply that there was no room for anything else.

  Seated on the flat arms of the chair, I slipped off my shoes humming a strip tease song in my head. Then I stood and pulled down my jeans. Stepping out of them, Brock’s eyes riveted to my crotch, the pupils big and glassy—like marbles in the sun. As I took off my bra, nipples erect in the cool air, his tongue licked his lips.

  “God those tits are going to be the death of me,” he growled reaching forward. His hands were so big and tanned, the size of my ass cheek actually. I gave him a warning look, held up a finger to make him stop. When I took off my panties and threw them over the railing, he barked out a laugh. “We’ll never find those, you know,” he said.

  I shrugged. “Oh well.” I’d actually packed a spare pair in my duffle. I giggled, loving the free feeling of my nakedness and my own boldness about throwing away my panties. It was something I’d always wanted to do and never felt sexier than when Brock’s eyes drank me in. He did look a little tense though.

  “Oh yes. And I’m on the pill, in case you are wondering.”

  He nodded, the muscles in his face relaxing. “Then come here you little vixen. Bring that sweet pussy over to me.”

  “Not yet.” I stepped away, knowing he was loving this side of me. I was too. His cock grasped between his fist, he stroked himself slowly. The heated look he gave me made the nerves jump along my skin with anticipation.

  Breathing heavy, I hovered my body over him, hands bracing the wide wooden slats on the back of the chair, my painfully full breasts dangling above his face. He groaned and reached up, licking lightly at one erect nipple while the fingers of his strong hands grazed up and down my back. Then he kissed me sending a chain reaction of sparks that sizzled right between my legs.

  I swung a leg over the chair and straddled him, careful not to lower myself onto that huge semi just yet, taking the heat of his engorged cock against my belly instead. Reaching down, I pressed my palm along his cock sliding down the length of it. Excitement mixed with anxiety shot through my veins. What if he was too big? What if I cried and he thought me a child? My throat nearly closed at the thought. I couldn’t take the humiliation. What if we didn’t fit… together. Was that really a thing? Could a woman be too small to accommodate too big a cock? Even a scrumptiously sexy one like this one? My chest squeezed. Whoa, this is supposed to be fun. No one ever died from having too big a cock inside her vagina. Dick in hand, I tickled my pussy letting the pre-cum slip inside my center and nearly jumped when the head pulsated along my palm.

  He was big. Bigger than I’d expected, but then again I had nothing but pictures on the internet to compare.

  I wondered if the chair were a mistake. The seat slanted sharply allowing deep penetration. Surely that would hurt. It was so much easier for a man. For a moment I had the ridiculous notion that Brock would get splinters in his ass but then I remembered he still had on his jeans. What t
he hell was wrong with me?

  He sat, grinning as he looked up at me, bare chested with tiny silver hairs curling around his nipples. “Take your time, Amy Lynn,” He said with the most adoring smile he’d ever given me. “We have all weekend and I want you to enjoy yourself. I can wait if you’re not sure.”

  He didn’t look like he could wait though. The glean of lust sparkled in his eyes. I half expected him to pull me down on top of him but he didn’t. Fuck! I wanted him so bad but I was scared.

  He licked his lips and I got lost in those warm amber eyes of his. Kind eyes. Sexy too. I felt he could see into my soul and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  Sliding his long thick fingers from my hips up my back, a trail of heat skidded across my skin before his arms wrapped around me and he grabbed hold of both breasts squeezing like a fucking vice. I yelped at the pressure.

  “Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath.”

  I did and he was right. I did relax but not exactly the way I’d expected. He had other talents up his sleeve it seemed. Pulling and twisting at my nipples and then flicking them with his thumb turned out to be exactly what I needed to get me over my fear. It sharpened my desire tenfold. Now I thought, if I don’t fuck him I’ll die! My breath was coming in shallow little pants now. I almost couldn’t speak and when I did—the words came out desperate, my voice horse, like I was some sort of crazed nymphomaniac who hadn’t had sex in five years. “I want you, Brock. I want…this. I want you inside me more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”