Rock Hard German Billionaire

by Paris Rose

  “Girl, where have you been? I haven’t seen you for most of your vacation!”

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you!”

  “Try me. Wait. Don’t tell me. Have you been running around town with that Alpha Deity guy? Brandon told me you bumped into him when you guys went to The Catacombs last weekend.”

  “Yeah, that night was pretty wild.”

  I filled Amber in on everything that happened that night, from Trevor asking me out, to watching him and Christina hook up, to Vin trying to assault me. I leaned in close when I told her about how Christina cheated on Trevor for Vin. Amber loved gossip.

  “I told you that you would meet some weirdos there. You should have come with us to the Justin Timberlake after party. Everyone you could have ever wanted to meet was there. I even met Jay-Z!” Amber squealed.

  “I’m sorry I missed it, but The Catacombs was awesome that night. Well, besides Vin.”

  “Yeah, Gia, I don’t think it’s safe for you to be hanging around that crowd. Those hard rock guys are crazy. There’s drugs and violence, and most of those guys are womanizers anyway. You aren’t becoming a groupie, are you Gia? Did you sleep with him?” There was a judgmental tone in her voice that got under my skin.

  “Well, actually Amber, Trevor and I are getting along quite well. And no, I’m not a groupie. Trevor and I have been spending a lot of time together, and we both see a real future together. I think I’m falling in love with him. And I think he feels the same.”

  “Well, I’ll believe that when I see it. It’ll never work Gia. Those type of guys just aren’t boyfriend material. Rock stars tend to be emotionally unavailable troublemakers, and most billionaires are narcissistic workaholics. Trevor is both a billionaire and a rock star. You do the math, Gia. You just need to meet a nice, down-to-earth, normal guy, and leave the rock star bad boys alone, before you get hurt,” Amber lectured.

  “Thanks, Amber. Thanks for being so damn optimistic about my love life,” I snapped at her.

  “Look, don’t get an attitude with me. I’m only trying to protect you.”

  “Well, maybe I don’t want to be protected.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  There was a little bit of tension during the rest of our lunch. We didn’t talk about any personal matters for the remainder of our time together. We just talked about work. I always enjoyed Amber’s company, and it was so rare that we got to see each other in person, so I knew there was no use in getting upset with her. But her doubt in me and Trevor’s relationship really bothered me.

  She didn’t know him. How could she come to the conclusion that all hard rock guys were trouble? If she felt that way about Trevor, I didn’t even want to mention that I had been talking to Christoff again, and so I didn’t. I still hadn’t decided if I was going to meet him later. Actually I knew that I would, I just hadn’t decided if I was going to continue to feel guilty about it.

  After Amber raced off to her meeting, I spent the remainder of the afternoon window shopping on Melrose. I didn’t really need any more new clothes after shopping on Rodeo earlier, but I couldn’t visit L.A. without checking out the boutiques on Melrose. Time passed quickly, and it was suddenly dinner time. I grabbed a patio seat at a nearby restaurant and treated myself to a salad and wine. I checked my phone while I waited for my food to arrive. Trevor texted me to let me know that he wouldn’t be able to come back to the hotel that night, because he had to go down to one of his offices in San Diego to take care of something.

  We made breakfast plans for early the next morning and he wished me a good night. I figured since I didn’t have plans with Trevor that night, it was a sign that it was meant for me to take Christoff up on his invitation. I had a second glass of wine, and I enjoyed my time alone with my thoughts.

  I didn’t know what I was doing with Trevor. On one hand, I could really see a future with him, but on the other hand, we wanted different things. He had already built an amazing career, and it seemed he wanted a family now. I was still in the process of building my career, and there was no way I could juggle the responsibility of a family with work at this point. But all of that was negotiable. I was really into Trevor and he was really into me. But then there was Christoff. I didn’t know if there was some cosmic reason that he had come back into my life. It didn’t matter where I was, what I was doing, or who I was with — I could never stop thinking about Christoff. I’m extremely strong-willed, but even when I tried to force myself not to think of him, it just made me think of him more.

  What if Amber was right? What if I was only getting myself into trouble dating guys on the hard rock scene? I was deep in thought and starting to feel stressed. I took a deep breath. I promised myself I would relax and enjoy my vacation. And by all means it was going quite well. I was in my favorite city, and I was being courted by two of the most irresistible men in the music industry. I scrolled through my phone and re-read Christoff’s texts from earlier.

  *Stop with the games. I know you’ll be there. 8pm*

  He was so cocky, and yet I couldn’t resist him.

  * * *

  It was 7:55 P.M. I arrived at the address Christoff directed me to — the Beverley Wilshire. I was rolling my eyes as I walked into the lobby. What did he think this was, Pretty Woman?

  My phone vibrated as I searched the lobby looking for Christoff’s face. I looked down at my phone. It was Christoff, texting me his room number. I made my way to the elevator and had the bellman let me off on Christoff’s floor. I was irritated that he hadn’t come down to the lobby to meet me. I followed the signs that directed me to the end of the hallway. He had a corner room on the floor right below the penthouse. I couldn’t wait to see his view. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it all the way open. The room was dark, except for the soft, orange glow of the sunset, coming in from the balcony window.

  I walked forward into the room, and there was no sign of Christoff. My blood was starting to boil. I wondered: where the hell was he? I stood in the center of the room to gather my thoughts.

  “Christoff, is this some sort of joke?” I called out.

  Before I could finish my sentence, someone grabbed me from behind and thrust me hard against the back wall. I was so startled, my entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart almost thumped out of my chest.

  Within seconds his hands were under my sweater, cupping both of my breasts. He forcefully pressed his body against me from behind. I could tell that he was completely nude. He was panting shallow hungry breaths as he pushed my skirt up over my waist. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck made my hair stand on end. He leaned in and bit my shoulder causing an electric sensation to jolt through my body.

  All of my senses were heightened by fear and anticipation. A musky masculine scent that could only belong to Christoff invaded my nostrils. I could also smell my own excitement and I’m sure that Christoff could sense it. He had the sharpest of animal instincts. True to Christoff form, he slid his torso down the back of my body and buried his face between my legs from behind. I felt the moistness of his mouth through my underwear, and I was sure he could taste my wetness. I gasped in shock as he grunted and ripped my panties off with one hand.

  Christoff growled as he eagerly devoured my feminine sweetness. I continued to struggle for air as he almost brought me to climax with his tongue. In one swift motion, he stood up and flipped me around so that I was facing him. He grabbed my ass with both hands and scooped me off the ground so that I was suspended between his rock hard body and the wall.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist for balance. He pushed his throbbing hard cock inside of me, and I stretched to accommodate him. He pounded me hard with deep, forceful thrusts. It was just what I needed. We were both breathless and our skin was damp with excitement. He grunted loudly every time he thrust deeper inside of me. I was warm and light-headed, and I enjoyed the hot and heavy pressure driving between my legs. Our gazes met under the a
mber glow of the sunset. His piercing, sapphire eyes were wild with desire. The smoldering look on his face, and the deep guttural sounds that escaped him were starting to overwhelm me.

  I felt tears of intense pleasure well up in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. My heart fluttered, and I moaned uncontrollably as he sent me completely over the edge. My climax caused Christoff’s entire body to tremor. He brought his lips to mine, and he kissed me deeply and passionately. He assertively drove his tongue into my mouth and I tightened my legs around his waist. He let out a satisfied groan as he exploded inside of me with two hard thrusts. He held me close with a strong embrace as he whirled me around and toppled onto the bed with my legs still wrapped around his waist.

  We lay silently in each other’s arms as we both caught our breath. I closed my eyes and waited for my heart rate to return to normal. My body was still shaking. I could hear Christoff’s heart beat wildly in his chest as I enjoyed the sore and satisfied aching between my legs. Christoff sighed and kissed my forehead.

  “You know you scared the shit out of me, Christoff.” I breathed through clenched teeth as I pushed him away and turned my back to him.

  “You’re so sexy when you’re scared.” He slid in close behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and growled in my ear. I was glad my back was to him and he couldn’t see the satisfied grin that involuntarily spread across my face. “You missed me. Didn’t you, Gia?” Christoff nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck before nibbling my earlobe.

  “Don’t be so confident. I was actually starting to forget about you, I hadn’t heard from you in so long,” I responded coolly.

  “Sure, you can tell me you forgot about me, but your body told a different story. You were hungry for me. I could smell it and I could sense it. Your body smells delightful when you’re excited for me.” Christoff’s baritone voice was soft but passionate. He sounded so sexy when he was satisfied. “Besides, even if you had tried to forget about me I wouldn’t let you.” Christoff slid his hand over my belly and underneath my breasts. “I can’t get you out of my head, Gia. I can’t even fully understand it, but there is just something about you. You’re the only woman who can truly satisfy me. I’ve tried everything, but I can’t forget about you. I’ve tried going to the gym, I’ve tried getting lost in my music, but nothing works. I’ll even admit that I’ve been with other women, but all it does is make me feel empty and frustrated. No one can compete with you, Gia.” Christoff confessed into the darkness. “You complete me, like no other person ever has. Being with you makes me feel alive… You make me feel…human, and not just like an empty shell. I’ve never been one to admit to needing another person, but…” Christoff seemed to struggle to find the right words. “I could tell you I missed you, but that would be an understatement.”

  My back was to him and it was dark, so I couldn’t see his face, but there was a vulnerability in Christoff’s voice that I had never heard before. He had opened up to me a bit when we parted ways in Chicago but it was almost begrudgingly so. Christoff was the epitome of alpha male, but I could sense that he was starting to discover aspects of himself that neither of us had known existed. Tonight, I felt like he was letting me in to the most delicate layer of his soul.

  “We’re similar creatures, Christoff. I think that’s why we get each other.” I rolled over and buried my face in the firmness of his chest. I felt at home in Christoff’s arms. I loved how we satisfied mutual needs for each other. I made him feel like a man and he allowed me to feel like a woman. We challenged each other and we fulfilled each other, too. I felt really comfortable with Christoff. There was a deep sense of familiarity, like perhaps we shared a profound experience together in a past life.

  But Christoff wasn’t long-term material. He was your textbook heart breaker. He had been with some of the most beautiful and charming models and actresses in the industry, but even so he had frequently strayed or left one woman for another. Part of me didn’t want to judge Christoff too harshly, because I knew what it was like to go from partner to partner hoping for satisfaction and coming up more empty than when you started. I also knew that none of the women that Christoff had been with in the past fully satisfied him the way I did. He and I existed on the same wavelength. No one understood us the way we understood each other.

  Even so, I knew Christoff would never give me the fairy tale romance I’d always dreamed of as a young girl. He was 100 percent alpha male, both in and out of the bedroom. I can honestly say I’ve never had a lover quite like him. And I adored the way he made me feel protected and taken care of, but still he was no prince charming. There was nothing “fairy tale” about our romance. In fact, what we had together proved to be quite difficult and painful at times.

  I had no idea where things were headed between me and Christoff, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to figure it out tonight. I closed my eyes and slipped into a warm and peaceful post-coital trance, and within seconds I was asleep.

  * * *

  I opened my eyes in panic. Where was I? A million thoughts flooded my mind. I rubbed my eyes to clear my blurred vision. My heart was racing. I bolted up in bed and looked to the left of me. Christoff was in a deep sleep.

  I breathed a sigh of relief, and I clutched my chest as my heart rate slowed back to normal. Everything made sense now. I wasn’t in my hotel because I had gone to visit Christoff last night, and we had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. Right. I chuckled out loud at the foolishness of my initial panic.

  Shit.

  I was supposed to meet Trevor for an early breakfast.

  What time is it?

  I looked over at the night stand in hopes of finding a clock. No luck. I stumbled around the room in the dark, looking for my purse. It was lying open in the middle of the floor. I dug my phone out. It was dead.

  Fuck.

  It was still dark out, so I had to have at least an hour before I had to meet Trevor at 7:30 A.M. I was a mess. My hair was all over the place and my clothes were wrinkled from sleeping in them, and my panties were somewhere ripped in two on the floor. I needed to shower and clean myself up before I even thought about getting in the elevator with the bellman, and walking across the lobby of The Beverly Wilshire.

  I quietly made my way into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the light. The bathroom was spacious and stunning. There was a whirlpool bathtub with twin shower heads, one on each on each side of the tub. There was also a small sauna in the far corner of the room. I really could have used a session in the sauna, but there was no time. I had to hurry and get ready and get out of there.

  I peeled off my clothes, opened the glass door, and stepped into the whirlpool tub. I had never been in a bathroom that had a tub and two showerheads, so I decided to turn both showerheads on to see what it was like. The room immediately got hot and steamy. The jets of hot water pulsating from the shower head against my back relieved the tension in my muscles, and the warm moist air felt good on my skin. I was trying my best not to get my hair wet, but it was a lost cause.

  As I looked around for a shower cap, the shower door opened and Christoff stood before me completely nude. My lips flushed and my nipples hardened as I admired his perfectly sculpted physique. He stepped in close to me and closed the shower door behind him. I looked up at him as he towered over me. I was completely speechless as I watched rivets of water drizzle down his chiseled torso. He grabbed my chin and brought my lips to his. I welcomed his kisses.

  He pressed his hand into my cheek and drove his tongue into my mouth. The heat of Christoff’s kisses and the steam from the hot shower clouded my mind and overpowered my focus. I needed to leave, but I couldn’t resist him. He bowed his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue gave me chills even beneath the cascade of hot water that enveloped us. He lifted my leg and slid his cock effortlessly into my slick opening. He pleasured me with hard, fast, skillful thrusts. I cried out his name as he quickly took me over the edge. He continued driving into me until he exploded inside of me
with a series of rapid, forceful thrusts. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he slowly withdrew his body from between my legs. He gently nibbled my lower lip, then kissed me on the cheek.

  “Good morning, sexy,” he said casually in his melodic baritone voice.

  “Mmmm, morning,” I murmured, still dazed from the whirlwind of sensations pulsing though my body. “Shit! I have to go, like, now.” I abruptly jolted out of my trance and shut off the water. I pushed past Christoff, hopped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my body.

  “Where do you think you’re going so fast?” Christoff followed me out of the shower and embraced me from behind.

  “I have an important meeting and I’m late.” My tone was shrill and tense.

  Christoff started rubbing my shoulders. “Relax. Do you want me to drive you? I have a rental. It’s a Mercedes and it’s fast.”

  “Uh, no, but thank you,” I responded, flustered.

  I got dressed with lightning speed. “I’ll explain later.” I kissed Christoff on the cheek, grabbed my purse off the floor, slipped on my boots, and bolted out the door.

  I had the front desk call a cab for me, and I hopped in and gave the cabbie the address to the bistro that I was supposed to be meeting Trevor at. I felt the skin on my chest and on my neck become blotchy with stress. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the seat behind me. I didn’t know what I was going to tell Trevor. We weren’t official, but I knew he would not be okay with me being with someone else. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, but I also didn’t want to lie to him, especially after what just happened with Christina having an affair on him with Vin.

  I took a deep breath and hoped Trevor wouldn’t be too mad at me. I grabbed a hair tie from my purse and tried to pull my wet and kinky hair into a super tight bun as the cab pulled up to my destination.