The Billionaire From Cleveland: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (United States Of Billionaires Book 14)

by Simply BWWM

  She looked at Ian as he led her out of the stadium. The streets were filled with happy fans, not a sore loser in sight. Even the opposing Detroit fans had to admit that it was a pretty incredible game. There was always some tension between Cleveland and Detroit, but that didn’t get in the way of the game on that night. She was so relieved that she had decided to go out with Ian again.

  Her fight with Giselle had certainly made her skeptical about continuing the client relationship, but after spending the day with him at the stadium, she knew now more than ever that this was what she wanted to be doing. They were two people that clearly knew how to have fun, and as long as he wasn’t breaking any hearts, what was the harm? She just needed to make sure that she didn’t make her heart available to be broken.

  Holding his hand did feel intimate, however. She looked around at the people flooding the streets, all headed to bars to celebrate or to their cars to drive home. There were couples holding hands, kissing and cuddling, walking with their arms around each other and joking and teasing. Were any of them there just to get paid? She wasn’t only there to get paid. She had fun with Ian as well. Was that the dangerous part, however? She hadn’t thought about her conflicting emotions during the day, but now that the afterglow of the victory was wearing off, so were her blissful emotions.

  “Can I give you a ride home?” he said, interrupting her overthinking. Sasha realized once again that she was blindly following him even though she didn’t know where they were going.

  “Sure,” she said, looking at him and smiling.

  “All right, then we should probably go this way,” he said, turning them around in the other direction. Sasha laughed.

  “It’s not too far away now, we’ll be there quick,” he said.

  “Ugh, I’m too tired to walk, just carry me,” she jokingly whined.

  “Okay!” he shouted, picking her up in one quick motion.

  “Ah... no! Put me down!” she screamed as he spun her around in the air. She didn’t realize just how much larger he was until he was holding her so effortlessly.

  “You said you wanted me to carry you!” he joked, setting her down only to start tickling her sides.

  “You’re mean! I’m walking home,” she flirted, jokingly walking in the other direction.

  “Hey girl, come here, for real though,” he said, squatting down,” hop on my back.”

  “Are you serious?” she said, looking at his large back.

  “Yeah, hop on!” he shouted. She shook her head and grabbed his shoulders, hopping on so he was carrying her in a piggy back position. She spotted a little girl holding an ice cream cone.

  “Oh, will you get me ice cream too?” she said, joking again.

  “Damn girl, you’re demanding,” he joked. “We can get you some ice cream on the way home though if you want.”

  “Thank you,” she said sweetly, both of them breaking out into laughter once the cute back-and-forth was done.

  She could feel his age sometimes, but when they were watching the game, when he was teasing and picking on her during the walk back to the car, he seemed like he was acting like a young boy again. It was charming for her to see such a powerful man act so cute and vulnerable.

  “If you could only eat one food the rest of your life, what would you choose?” he asked.

  “Definitely ice cream. I can’t ever get sick of ice cream,” she responded.

  “Don’t you think that you’d get sick of eating dessert all the time?” he asked.

  “No way. Plus, there are plenty of flavors of ice cream,” she replied.

  “But think about all the food you’d miss out on. Sushi, hot dogs, pasta,” he trailed off thinking of food.

  “Okay, what would you pick?” she asked. “I would definitely miss my sushi.”

  “I’d choose pizza,” he replied. “I could never get sick of pizza.”

  “What about sushi, hot dogs, and pasta?” she asked.

  “What, you’ve never had sushi pizza? Plus, you can cut up hot dogs or put pasta on it! The options are endless,” he responded.

  “Okay, but wouldn’t you miss dessert?” she asked.

  “No way, I’d get dessert pizza. You know, cinnamon pizza, apple pie pizza,” he replied.

  “Okay, you have a point. Pizza is the way to go,” she laughed. He laughed back too. She leaned her head down onto his shoulder, and he tilted his head into hers. She pecked his neck a little, enjoying the view of the city on their walk to the car.

  Summer in Ohio was amazing. The trees would turn green and the water was always blue. Lake Erie wasn’t the perfect place to swim for everyone, but on its good days, when the water was calm and the sun was hot, you could really get a good beach day in. And the suburbs were filled with flat fields stretching for miles, allowing a perfect view of the bright blue sky on every sunny day. There were always things to do in the summer in Cleveland as well, with countless food festivals and concerts in the park.

  She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not live by a body of water, but she hoped to get out of the city soon. She loved being within walking distance to a body of water though, so whatever city she moved on to next would have to have a body of water close by. She had been to California once, but not to a notable city that she even remembered the name of. She hadn’t been to New York City either, though she imagined ending up there at some point. She loved Cleveland, but she needed a place that had more fashion industry opportunities.

  “Did you park in a garage in Detroit?” she joked, realizing they were a bit far from the stadium now.

  “I know, I got here a little late and all the spots filled up,” he replied. “No matter who you are, how much money you have, or what your status is, parking is always going to be a headache.”

  “Why didn’t you just take a cab?” she asked.

  “I was driving around earlier today and just figured I would drive to the game too. I only had a beer and most of it I’ve walked off by now,” he explained. “Normally I’d probably just stay in my apartment, but it’s currently under renovation, so I have to drive back to my house on the edge of the city,” he responded.

  “Oh, I see,” she said, as they finally made their way into an actually parking garage. Sasha was relieved to finally get to sit down again. She liked getting a free ride, but it did hurt her thighs a little bit to squeeze onto Ian so tight.

  “Here we are,” he said, pointing to a massive black sport utility vehicle. Sasha didn’t know cars very well, but from the silver logo and black shine, she could tell it was nice. They both walked to the passenger side. “Here, let me get the door for you,” he frantically said as he reached for the door. Sasha knew how to open a car door, but it was still nice that he was trying to be so polite.

  She wondered if she should even accept money since she was having such a good time, but then she remembered that her grandmother wasn’t doing so well at home. A feeling of grief washed over her body as she remembered her grandmother’s sickness and her fun sunny day at the Indians’ game.

  He opened her car door and she stepped up, him pushing on her back a little to help her in. The car was certainly large, and she knew it wasn’t because he was compensating for anything. The windows were black, so no one could see inside. Sasha had seen vehicles like that driving around before, figuring someone important was inside.

  She didn’t realize that someone important might actually be driving the vehicle. He closed the door ,and Sasha had her first quiet moment alone since arriving at the game. It was only a moment, as she watched Ian walk around the car and make his way to the other side.

  “We should sit and wait while some of the other drivers clear out. Is that okay?” he asked.

  “Of course, I’m sure traffic will be a nightmare anyway,” she said, not wanting to sit and wait for hours as other drivers edged their way out of the parking garage.

  “That was such a good game,” he said with a smile, already reminiscing on their last-minute win.

 
; “Honestly I can’t imagine what that would have been like if we weren’t sitting where we were. How lucky did we get to be there on that night of all nights?” she asked, looking right at him.

  “Yeah, we are pretty lucky,” he responded, looking into her eyes, Sasha quickly realizing he was likely talking about something else. Her stomach jumped, and she looked down at her feet.

  “Thank you so much, for everything. The beer, the nuts. It was an experience made for a movie,” she said. She looked at his lips. He was a little wind-blown, and she could smell the stadium when she leaned in a little closer. He looked good sitting there staring back at her. She wished she could crack open his head and see exactly what he was thinking. They sat there for a few moments more until the flow of the cars looked like it had slowed down a bit.

  “It’s times like these that I really regret driving,” he explained to her as she laughed and shook her head.

  “Can you imagine the cost of a cab now though? I’m sure they always gouge those prices,” she responded, while he just gave a little laugh. She realized he probably wasn’t the most relatable person to make poor-people jokes with.

  “Should I take you to your place?” he asked, Sasha realizing he was as disappointed about their departure as she was.

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” she responded.

  “Oh, before I forget, here you go,” he said, reaching across her lap and into the glove compartment. He pulled out a pink envelope, likely stuffed with cash again, and handed it to her.

  “Thank you for a great day” he said.

  She looked at him for a moment and just kissed him, wanting to prolong their date as long as possible. He grabbed the back of her head, and she realized she was a little more buzzed than she thought. Out the front of the window you could see over the ledge of the parking lot, as he had pulled in and not backed into the parking spot. The car was running, and she could feel the air conditioner on her sticky, sweaty skin. They both smelled like the game, and Sasha felt that tired feeling from childhood when she would play outside with her friends.

  He pulled away a little, looking into her eyes after their lips separated. She wasn’t sure why he stopped kissing her. Was he afraid? Was he not interested? Sasha wanted him there more than ever. She didn’t want to think about them driving home in awkward silence, not able to touch each other’s bodies after a long and exciting game. She wanted to hold him, to feel his warm sticky body against hers. The sun was setting, and she was only getting more anxious for his body.

  She leaned in again, and he kissed her back. She assumed she would have to be the one to get the ball rolling. He had already paid her for the date, so this was mostly for her fun. She couldn’t stop thinking about his manhood since the moment she pulled it out from inside her. She was ready for him again and didn’t want to let go.

  She leaned in as close as possible, placing his hand on her knee. She wanted to let him know she was open and ready. He slid his hand up her shorts, turning his body toward hers as much as possible. Even though it was a pretty large car, the middle console was rather small, allowing them to get close though they were both in different seats. He reached his hand all the way inside her shorts and managed to slip one of his long fingers inside her, feeling she was already wet and warm.

  It felt so good to have his soft finger inside of her. He worked it around slow and smooth, and her underwear filled with warm liquid. She was ready to take him all the way inside. She pulled his hand out, not wanting to get too excited right away.

  “Should we move to the back?” she asked, noticing that the seats were already set lying down. There was a sheet laid out, a sign that he must have been moving something or transporting an animal. She figured it wasn’t a sex sheet, or at least hoped it wasn’t.

  “I’d love to,” he said, taking his shirt off as she crawled through the seats to the back of the car.

  He crawled back too, slowly climbing over her. He was just wearing jeans and underwear at this point, as he’d kicked off his shoes during the crawl back too. It only excited Sasha more to see that he was so ready and willing to please her.

  He lifted her shirt up, slowly kissing her stomach. He teased his lips around her sides, kissing gently around her waist. It tickled a bit, Sasha’s sides being pretty sensitive to his soft mouth. He unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down around her wide hips, revealing a yellow lace thong. He quickly admired it only to peel that off too, leaning back over Sasha and kissing her neck. He slowly moved his hand down, pushing a finger inside of her once again. She let out a moan, not expecting him to touch her again so quickly. She couldn’t resist. She would have been satisfied just with his hand gently moving her hips up and down around his fingers.

  He kissed her neck again, slowly working down to her breasts, still wearing the baseball tee. He kissed her belly button again, following a neatly shaved line down to her clitoris, wrapping his lips around the top. He sucked for a little bit, all while pushing his finger in and out of her dripping vagina, and she was eager to feel all of him inside of her.

  She ran her fingers through his soft red hair and squeezed, lifting his head up to let him know she was ready. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off at the same time as his underwear as he crawled over Sasha. He was already rock hard, and she didn’t have to do anything to help that. He slowly pushed the tip in, Sasha remembering that it was big, that it wasn’t going to go in easy. He slowly pushed his way in, Sasha feeling her insides stretch and tense a bit, only to relax as she felt his stomach press up against hers too.

  He laid flat on top of her, moving as gently as possible back and forth, kissing her neck as he moved on top of her. She spread her legs as wide and flat as she could, squeezing his butt and pulling his body as hard into hers as possible.

  He started moving faster, making the car shake quite a bit. “Slow down, slow down,” she said giggling, causing him to recognize that he was being a bit too loud.

  “Will you get on top?” he asked, kissing her cheek. She nodded her head and rolled out from underneath him. The car certainly wasn’t long enough for him to lie down flat, even though it was three-row seating and they were all pushed down. He bent his knees a bit, and she climbed on top, slowly sliding down his penis until it was all the way in.

  Just moving slightly felt so good, as he curved toward her spot. She bounced lightly, not wanting to move the car too much. While she rode him gently, he lifted her shirt up, exposing her white t-shirt bra. He squeezed her breasts, guiding her body up and down on his with his waist. They started to make more noise, and Sasha began to get a bit paranoid.

  Someone walked by the car but didn’t even look in her direction. The windows were all blacked out, but still, Sasha couldn’t help but feel anxious. She slowed down as much as possible, making Ian patiently wait for her next move. She slipped her shirt off as well as her bra, all while Ian sat hard inside of her. Once they were both finally and completely naked, she leaned down and rested her head on his chest.

  He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly on his body. He squeezed her and moved his hips fast, back and forth. Though he was bouncing, he held her body in place, making it so the car didn’t move as much.

  “I’m going to cum, I’m about to,” he said softly, moaning louder before and after.

  “It’s fine, me too,” she said. Just as she did, she felt her insides fill with warm liquid as he let out a long and hard moan. He kept moving, and she guided up and down fast as well, moving as much as she needed so she could finish as well. Her vagina pulsed on his penis for a moment as she fell onto his chest. He kissed the top of her head, holding her sweaty body against his.

  “I love the way your body feels,” he told her, her body immediately tensing. She was lying on his chest as he held her, stroking his large hand up and down her smooth back. She had goose bumps and was a bit chilly in the car but being wrapped in his arms made her feel warm. As soon as he dropped that “L” bomb, however, she became the ice pr
incess.

  “What do you mean?” she snapped back.

  “Your body, it’s so smooth. I love it,” he responded.

  “Thanks…” she said, not quite sure how to respond. “I should probably go now. I could just use my phone to get a rideshare back. No big deal. Thanks for the ride offer.”

  She started frantically grabbing her clothes from the car, putting things back on as fast as she could. “Sasha, wait, I can give you a ride home. It’s no big deal.”

  “No, really, I’m good. I had fun though, thank you!” Sasha said, squeezing back into her jean shorts despite the fact that she couldn’t properly stand up.

  “What’s going on?” he asked, not really sure what he did wrong.

  She had to get out of the car. The air was feeling thick, and she was way too hot to stay in there anymore. She started breathing heavily and thought she might pass out right in the back of his car. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when her throat felt drier. She had nightmares sometimes where she would be so thirsty that she would feel like she was dying of thirst. She wouldn’t be able to swallow and no matter how much liquid she drank, she would remain thirsty. Sasha suddenly had this sensation as she tried desperately to exit the car from the back door.

  “I’ll text you, okay?” she said, finally managing to pop the back door open. Her shoes were still untied as she pranced away, leaving Ian covering his waist with the sheet he had laid down in the back. Using her phone, she managed to find a ride pretty easily that met her outside the parking garage. Ian’s sad and disappointed face flashed before Sasha’s eyes as she tied her shoes, waiting for the car to pull up to the curb.

  Once he started saying that he loved her, her body at least, she couldn’t handle it. She started to panic, having flashbacks to her last relationship. He had treated her so nicely just to turn out to be a total creep. Sasha felt something for Ian. She didn’t want it to be there, but it was getting too hard to pretend any more.