Rock Hard American Billionaire
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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Chapter 1
MY STOMACH WAS in knots as I paced the living room floor of Trevor’s immaculate penthouse. I took a deep breath and gazed out the window at Lake Michigan. There were so many memories there. A pang of nostalgia hit me as I allowed memories of Christoff to distract me from the fact that not only was Trevor almost two hours late, but it sounded like he would have bad news when he arrived. I closed my eyes and allowed the past several months to flash before my mind’s eye. My life had been a roller coaster ever since I landed an interview with Christoff Diemacht Hartmann, the front man of the international industrial rock group Aus Deutschland. Not only did that interview get my name out there as a serious entertainment journalist, it changed the entire trajectory of my life. If it weren’t for that fateful night in Los Angeles this past summer with Christoff, I probably wouldn’t be standing here in a multi-million dollar condo, waiting for my billionaire music mogul boyfriend Trevor to get home.
I opened my eyes, and the sight of the glowing amber sunset against the picturesque Chicago skyline took my breath away. This past summer, I enjoyed many Chicago sunsets, only back then I wasn’t admiring the view from Trevor’s Lincoln Park penthouse, I was down on the lake front trail in Christoff’s arms.
After I interviewed him while he was on tour with the band, he flew out to Chicago to see me and we built a relationship that was a love unlike any other. Neither of us had ever experienced anything like what we had together. The relationship we built permanently changed both us. I truly believe that there was a piece of Christoff within me and I within him before either of us were ever conceived. To say we completed each other would be an understatement. Even though I would never admit this to Trevor, or anyone else for that matter, deep within I knew that I would never love anyone else the way that I loved Christoff.
Before I met Christoff, I was married to my work, and I was so overprotective of myself that I was afraid to let anyone in. I had up so many walls and barriers that were preventing me from being completely fulfilled. But then Christoff changed all of that. Being with him taught me how to trust, how to love, and more importantly, how to be loved in return. Unfortunately, fate pulled us apart. Christoff was overseas in Germany where he belonged, and I was destined to remain in the U.S. It was painful, but despite our love for one another, we went our separate ways.
A couple of months ago I had taken an autumn trip to Los Angeles to visit my best friend Amber. She’s a Grammy Award-winning country-pop crossover artist. She invited me to come see her to help me get over the pain of letting go of Christoff. If it weren’t for the breakup with Christoff and all that we went through, I wouldn’t have been in L.A. with Amber this past October, trying to nurse myself back to emotional health.
I truly believe that nothing happens by accident. I was out on the town in West Hollywood that night because it was meant for me to meet the gorgeous and mysterious Trevor Dunaway. Trevor is a billionaire music mogul who owns multiple record labels and a music television network. But what really draws me to him isn’t his success or his business acumen, it’s his artistic talent. He’s not only a business man but also the lead singer and producer of industrial rock band Alpha Deity, and he also produces other hard rock artists. Trevor was one of the most talented men I’ve ever met in my life. We became inseparable from the night we ran into each other at a lounge on Sunset Boulevard. Christoff came back for me after I met Trevor, but I told him that I wanted to give things with Trevor a shot because I saw a future with him. Although I will always miss Christoff, I don’t regret my decision to give my undivided attention to Trevor.
From day one, everything with Trevor had been an A-List Hollywood fairy tale. While he was courting me out in L.A., he took me out to the most exclusive restaurants and clubs, and he introduced me to people at the top of the upper echelon. Everything was perfect…well, everything except one thing. He was really sweeping me off my feet, but we weren’t having sex.
When I confronted him about it, he said he was hesitant to fully give in to his hunger for me because he didn’t want to scare me away. He said he wanted to protect me. I sensed that he was hiding something but I didn’t know what. When we did finally consummate our relationship, I sensed that he was holding back.
We had been an item for over two months now, but our relationship had been long-distance. Trevor stayed at his Hollywood Hills home in California most of the time because his businesses were there, and I stayed in his Lincoln Park penthouse in Chicago because my job was here. I still had my cozy one-bedroom apartment, about fifteen minutes north of Trevor’s place, but his living quarters were so comfortable that ever since he gave me the key, I’d made it my primary residence.
Trevor had told me on more than one occasion that he had more than enough to take care of both of us. He regularly encouraged me to leave my job at the music magazine I work for to move to California with him. Although my ultimate dream is to have my own entertainment news show on television instead of writing for a B-List magazine, I enjoyed my job and was very vested in it. For the past several months I’d been landing the hottest stories and I had even gotten a raise recently.
Trevor made some valid points during our discussions, but I didn’t think it made sense to leave my job when I was finally getting a chance to reap the fruits of my labor. The fact that we were long-distance made Trevor irritable sometimes. He said he wasn’t as productive in his businesses or in his creative endeavors as he could be, because he was constantly longing for me. He also mentioned that he hadn’t been able to have the type of sex he wants to have with me yet because I hadn’t proven my commitment to the relationship by moving in with him.
My heart sank as I realized that Trevor might be coming out to Chicago to break up with me. The distance did make things a little tense between us, and it had really worn on our sex life. Even though things weren’t quite as perfect as they had been when he was courting me out in L.A., the thought of losing Trevor pained me greatly. I just wished that he would trust in my commitment to our relationship.
Trevor is used to everyone worshipping him and complying with his every request, especially women. I cared for Trevor deeply, but I am my own person. I refused to give up everything I wanted just because he asked me to. I loved living in Chicago, excelling in my career, and making my own money. I couldn't even conceive giving that up, but nor could I imagine my life without Trevor.
I was deeply conflicted about how I wanted to handle the distance issue, if that was what Trevor wanted to talk about upon his arrival. Part of me wondered if I was doing the right thing by standing my ground. Sometimes I felt selfish for making Trevor take time away from his business and his music
to travel across the country to spend time with me, simply because I was too stubborn to move.
I felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I was almost certain Trevor was going to break up with me. I racked my brain for things I could say to convince him not to leave me. I sighed as I closed the curtains and walked over to Trevor’s leather sofa. I sat there in silence for at least ten minutes before deciding to give Trevor a call to see what was taking him so long. He was frequently late to meet me due to the fact that he always had back-to-back business meetings, but he had never been this late before. And he said that what he had to talk to me about was important, so that he would try to get here as soon as possible.
Just as I was dialing his number, I heard the door being unlocked. The sound startled me. I placed my hand on my chest hoping that it would slow my racing heartbeat. “Trevor?” I stood to greet him as he made his way through the foyer and into the living room. His tall, athletic physique looked absolutely stunning in his perfectly tailored, navy pinstriped suit, crisp white button-down shirt, and his deep blue tie. The door man was a few steps behind him, carrying his luggage. I looked up at Trevor, then down at my white tank top and ripped blue jeans, then back up at Trevor. I regretted not getting myself more dolled-up for his arrival.
“Giavanna, so sorry I’m late.” He embraced me and kissed me on the cheek. “Gary, you can leave my bags in the master bedroom. You know where it is.”
Gary quietly complied with Trevor’s orders.
“I was just about to call you. I was worried something had happened.” I tried to keep my voice steady and calm but my tone was shrill.
“Well, a lot of things happened. One of my artists is threatening to leave the label while they are still under contract, and I may have to sue them. Once I finally got off the phone with legal, it was already late, and then Reggie and I got caught in a traffic jam on the way to the airport. You would think having a driver would make L.A. traffic more bearable, but I was on the brink of losing it.” Trevor’s perfectly fine features hardened into a scowl, and his clear, ivory skin flushed a little. He was gorgeous even when he was upset. “There were just way too many beach Barbie’s on the road in daddy’s sports car who don’t know how to fucking drive. And to add insult to injury, I had a rough flight full of turbulence. When I finally made it to Chicago, we had to circle the jet for over forty-five minutes because there were too many other private jets trying to land. Today it would have probably been faster to fly commercial, but as you know, this trip was spur of the moment, so I guess flying commercial wasn’t a real option anyway.”
Gary emerged from the hallway and nodded to Trevor on his way out the door. “Gary, you’re awesome. Thank you.” Trevor stopped mid-monologue, looked Gary in the eye, and gave him a genuine smile as he slid him a folded up bill. It was amazing how Trevor could transition from a high-strung rant to warmly showing gratitude in less than a second. I’d seen it on more than one occasion.
“My pleasure, sir. Is there anything more that I can do for you?”
“I’m fine for now, Gary. Thank you. Have a good night.”
“You do the same, sir. You too, madam.” Gary nodded at me before exiting the suite.
Trevor turned towards me. “Gah! Giavanna, today was such a clusterfuck!” He ran both his hands through his thick dark hair. He was always kind of tightly wound, but today he seemed to be completely exasperated.
I felt bad that he had to travel across the country to see me, but I was now even more certain that the reason for his trip was to break up with me. I nervously bit my bottom lip as I wondered what he was thinking.
“But enough about my shitty day,” he went on. “Despite several bumps in the road, I made it here. And now I can finally talk with you face-to-face.” He stepped in close. His hypnotic, dark brown eyes flickered with passion. They were putting me in a trance. Even when Trevor was having a bad day, I was drawn by his magnetic energy. “The trip was worth it to be able to touch you.” He ran his fingertips over my shoulder and down my arm as he spoke. “And hold you…” He pulled me into a tight embrace and caressed my back with firm, deep strokes. “And kiss you…” He brushed my wild and thick hair away from my face, and brought his lips to mine.
My lips quivered as he began to kiss me passionately. A sense of relief washed over me as I realized that maybe he wasn’t breaking up with me.
But what did he have to talk to me about? What was so urgent that he’d dropped everything and flown to Chicago midweek to discuss it—?
My racing thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he grabbed my ass and drove his tongue into my mouth. I was completely consumed by his kiss. My heart skipped a beat and I got goose bumps as he pressed his body into mine. I could feel his hardness swell against me. I let my hands travel down his back as he forcefully pressed his palm against the side of my face and kissed me with overwhelming fervor. I began to perspire even though it was cool inside the condo. I was so turned on by Trevor. I loved the taste of his full lips, the firmness of his touch and the hardness of his body. I could never get enough of him.
“Mmm…yes, this trip was definitely worth it, to be able to feel you…and…” He kissed my neck and nibbled on my earlobe as he slid his hands under my shirt and unhooked my bra. I moaned as he massaged my breasts and toyed with my nipples while he looked into my eyes with a penetrating gaze. The intensity in his dark brown eyes drove me wild. “And fuck you… You know I’d travel to the edge of the earth to fuck you.” His words made me wet with excitement. He spontaneously withdrew his hands from underneath my shirt, grabbed my bottom, and scooped me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist for balance. We were both breathing heavily as we exchanged hot and hungry kisses. My body trembled as he carried me down the hall and into the master bedroom as he continued to devour me.
He laid me down on top of the deep-red Egyptian cotton sheets that covered his California king bed, before peeling off my camisole and bra. I let out a ragged breath as he covered my breasts and stomach with warm wet kisses. I ran my fingers through his hair as his mouth explored my body. I was so hot and ready. He straddled me and pinned me beneath his weight as he sucked on my nipples. My desire for him pulsed through my entire being. His cock was so hard—I could feel it throb through his pants.
He ripped off his blazer and threw it to the floor. He continued to use one hand to explore my upper body as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I writhed with anticipation as I gazed up at him. He looked so sexy as he was undressing himself. I ran my hands over his chiseled torso as I helped him take off his shirt.
He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his cheek. He caressed his own face with my hand as he grinded his hardness against me. He slowly guided my hand down his neck across the broadness of his chest and down his perfectly toned abs as he gazed into my eyes. He grunted as he took my hand and slid it into his pants. He wrapped my fingers around his rock hard cock and squeezed.
“You feel that, Giavanna?” I nodded as I felt him throb for me. “Do you know what I’m going to do with this?”
“Unh unh.” I shook my head no as Trevor guided my hand up and down his shaft. I loved letting him pleasure himself with my hand. It turned me on beyond belief.
“First, I’m going to fuck your mouth with it. Then I’m going to tease your clit with it. And then finally, when you can’t take anymore, I’m going to drive it deep inside of you until you come so hard that you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven. And then…I’m going to take you again…and again…until you lose your voice from screaming my name.”
His voice strained with desire, he took my hand out of his pants and brought it to his lips. He kissed my palm before he took my index finger and my middle finger and slowly slid it in and out of his mouth. The feeling of his tongue against my fingers made me want to run my tongue up and down his cock. I moaned softly. “Are you ready?” He looked down at me.
“Mmmhhmm.” I nodded as he reached down and grabbed his silk royal blue tie off the flo
or. He adjusted my body so that my head was propped against the headboard, and then he pinned my wrists together above my head and he used his tie to bind me to the bedpost. He slipped a pillow behind my head and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I bet you weren’t expecting that,” he whispered.
“Unh unh,” I murmured. My heart was racing with anticipation. I had never been tied up before. I felt completely helpless as I lay there topless with my legs spread and my hands above my head. Trevor had complete control. I was so turned on by the thought of relinquishing all of my power to him. I salivated as he undid his belt and wriggled out of his pants and boxer briefs.
“It’s something I’ve wanted to do to you from the moment I met you. You’re so fiery and assertive…and alpha. I’ve been dying to tie you up, dominate you, and show you who the real alpha is.” He kicked his pants off from around his ankles. “I wanted to talk with you about it first. But it’s too late for talking. I can’t wait anymore. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt your silky wetness wrapped around my cock. You’re mine for tonight to have my way with and to do as I please. You don’t have any objections, do you?” He gave me a devious grin as he stroked himself slowly and deliberately while gazing into my eyes. My mouth hungered for his cock.
“No…no objections here,” I breathed without breaking his gaze.
“Good.” He positioned himself so that his waist was level with my face. He used his hand to slowly guide the head of his cock around the circumference of my mouth. I enjoyed the softness of his flesh against my lips. I opened my mouth wider and let him push his hardness inside. I slid my tongue up and down his shaft as he slid in and out of my mouth. The saltiness of his pre-come made me salivate.
I moaned as he began to fuck my face with more fervor. He ran his fingers through my hair as his hips bucked with excitement. I relaxed my muscles to accommodate every inch of his hardness as I felt him thrust against the back of my throat. He grunted and moaned as I took his entire length in my mouth. I was so turned on by his pleasure that my wetness saturated my panties and my jeans. His body quivered as I hummed so that my voice reverberated against his cock. “Oh, Giavanna, your mouth feels so good.” He moaned as I flicked my tongue against his shaft. He let out a ragged breath as he slowly withdrew from my mouth. “Mmmm, now I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”