The Forbidden Billionaire

by Lexi Aurora

  “Would you like to go for a walk with me?” I asked, hoping that the answer would be yes. She seemed to have to think about it, because it took her a moment to answer. She nodded at me and we made our way to the beach, kicking off our shoes so that we could walk barefoot in the sand. It still felt warm on my feet, even though it was dark outside, and the air around us felt the same. The water was cool, though, lapping at our feet as we walked side-by-side along the beach in silence. I didn’t end up taking in much of the scenery—my focus was on Jenna, even when I wasn’t looking at her. I was thinking of the right thing to say, wondering how to start a conversation without blurting out my feelings for her against my will.

  “How is your life in Los Angeles?” she asked finally, looking over at my face while we walked.

  “It’s good. Life is very good. I work a lot, but I’m happy.”

  “What is it you run? A tech company?”

  “Technically, it’s a gaming company. We have the patent on virtual reality.”

  “That is amazing,” she said. “I can’t imagine doing anything that big.”

  “You will,” I said to her. I wanted desperately to take her hand while we walked but instead I just let the backs of my fingers brush against her knuckles. I thought that she would pull away, but instead she traced the palm of my hand with the tips of her fingers, not quite holding my hand but making sure to touch it. It was a game as we walked, one that was building the lust in me higher and higher. It was almost uncontrollable.

  “Do you—do you have a girlfriend in Los Angeles?” she asked, her voice shy.

  “No,” I told her. “No, I don’t.”

  There was silence for a moment before I opened my mouth to speak. The words came rolling out before I could stop them, fueled by the desire to touch her.

  “Jenna,” I said, taking her wrist, stopping her from walking. We stood there on the beach and I looked her in the eyes as I spoke. “I—you—it’s good to see you.”

  She smiled, looking flattered by the compliment. I could tell she was relieved to know that I felt the same way that she did. “It’s good to see you too.”

  “I never imagined what you would be like all grown up.”

  “You didn’t?” she asked, a playful gleam in her eye.

  “I knew you were beautiful,” I said. “I knew you were—something better than perfect. I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more perfect.”

  She only stared at me for a moment, the smile no longer on her face. She licked her lips.

  “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” I asked her in a soft voice, stepping close to her in the sand. I touched her face, stroking her jaw with my finger. I could feel her trembling, almost but not quite touching me.

  “Yes,” she said. “The first and only time.”

  I leaned in to brush my lips over hers.

  “Not the only time,” I said, kissing her softly, taking her bottom lip between mine and sucking on it. She pulled away from me before I could kiss her fully, a hesitant look on her face.

  “Casey—”

  “Forget about Casey,” I said, though I knew I would feel guilty about it later. Right now, I wasn’t thinking about my sister. I was thinking about Jenna and how badly I wanted her, more than it felt like I had ever wanted anything. She shook her head though and stepped back, but did allow me to take her hand, linking our fingers as we walked back to the house. Everything inside of me wanted to pick her up and carry her over the threshold, take her to my bedroom and fuck her nice and slow. But she was reluctant, which meant that I had to wait for her to make the first move. I walked her upstairs to her door and she turned around to look at me, an almost shy look on her face.

  “Goodnight, Travis,” she said, her lips spreading into a sly smile.

  “Goodnight,” I told her, wanting to kiss her so badly that it almost hurt. Instead, I watched as she disappeared into her room, then went back to mine. I knew that she would be on my mind for the rest of the night, and wondered if she’d ever let me touch her the way I wanted to.

  Chapter 7: Jenna

  I was lying in bed, my mind focused on Travis as I imagined what would have happened if I’d let him kiss me on the beach. I regretted it now—I had regretted it the moment I said no. I had to forcefully remind myself of Casey and the way she would feel about me kissing her brother. No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t help but to think about kissing and then going further with Travis. My pussy had never been so wet, swollen, and sensitive as it had been when he was just standing close to me. I had almost been breathless with my desire for him. I still was.

  I rolled over in bed, trying to get comfortable. I couldn’t ease the ache between my legs no matter how hard I tried. I stroked myself but to no avail; I needed Travis’ hands on me instead. I got up then, my body almost moving automatically as I slipped out of my bedroom and down the hall to Travis’. I didn’t knock on the door, instead quietly tip-toed into the room, locking it behind me. Travis was in his bed, awake in the dark. His eyes met mine immediately, and his lips parted to speak.

  “Jenna,” he said, his expression growing surprised as I reached down to my thighs and pulled off the thin nightgown I was wearing, baring myself to him. I wasn’t wearing any panties and I felt like he could see how wet I was even in the dark, something that made me blush despite my boldness. He pulled back the covers to show that he was naked, gesturing for me to climb on top of him. Instead, I stood beside his bed, leaning over to take his lips in a soft kiss.

  “Do you think of me as your sister, Travis?” I asked him, beyond control of my words. He shook his head, looking at my lips before he lifted his face to kiss me back.

  “How do you think of me then?”

  “Obsessively,” he said. “I think about how you would taste—not just your mouth, but your pussy and your skin. I think about what it would be like to watch your face while you’re wrapped around my cock.”

  I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His words put a fervor in me that I had never felt before, but I was waiting, keeping myself on edge, not quite ready to take the last step of climbing into bed with him.

  “What else?” I asked him, my lips against his.

  “I think about how sweet you are in other ways,” he said in a voice that was low, almost a whisper. “Such a good, sweet girl.”

  I climbed on top of him then, straddling his hips so that my pussy was pressed against the length of his cock. When I grinded my hips forward, I could feel the head of rubbing my clit. I started to move back and forth on him slowly, only teasing both of us. Something was making me hesitate, though my desire was overwhelming. Underneath me, Travis’ hands were on my hips, tracing the curve of my waist before cupping my breasts in his hands. He teased the nipples with his fingertips, which grew even harder under his touch.

  “Are you going to be a good girl for me and take my cock, Jenna? You gonna let me find out how sweet you are?”

  I kissed him and nodded again, wanting nothing more than that. When he talked like that, my body felt like it had no choice but to give in.

  He reached over into his side table and pulled out a small foil package, ripping it open. I lifted my hips up so that he could roll it down over his cock, then aimed himself inside of me and put his hands on my hips to lower me down, moving me slowly, filling me up with a deliberate stroke that took my breath away. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him, felt him hitting the back of my walls as deep as he could go. My body started rocking against his before I even planned my movements, finding a rhythm that made my toes curl and riding it again and again. Below me he kissed my neck, sinking his teeth into it as he started to lift his hips to meet with mine. Each stroke of his hips from below sent a wave of pleasure crashing into my body.

  “God, you are so fucking perfect,” he breathed, speaking into my ear as his hands found my ass and started to bounce my hips against him. I moaned in response and sat up so that I could look down at his f
ace. I wanted to see him as I obeyed the command he was giving with his hands, to bounce against him, each thrust so deep it left me, once again, breathless.

  He sat up then, pressing our chest together so that we were sitting up and face-to-face. He kissed me deeply, riding up against me, our bodies moving naturally together as if they were supposed to be that way.

  “Travis,” I moaned as I rocked against him. “You are so good.”

  He grinned, nipping on my lip before lowering his face to kiss the tops of my breasts. I arched back to give him access to my nipples, and he wrapped his lips around one of them and sucked on it gently. Too gently. His tongue teased instead of pleasured, and I desperately needed more from him. I ran my hands through his hair and sped my hips up, hoping that he would get the message that I could take things a little harder than he was giving them to me. He responded by teasing the other nipple instead, making me whimper with need.

  “Goddammit,” I moaned. “I hate being teased.”

  “And yet you’re about to come all over me,” he said, and I knew it was true. I was bucking forward against him, out of control of my hips. He tightened his lips around my nipple then and truly sucked on it, circling it with his tongue. He did the same to the other breast as he lifted his hips against mine. He lifted his face again to look at me, tracing my lips with his fingers before kissing me. The taste of his tongue combined with his hip movements, the feeling of his hands making me move faster, was enough to send me over the edge. I started to come hard, crying out before Travis put his hand over my mouth to stifle the rest of my moan.

  He continued to fuck me then, only his movements were erratic, responding to each motion of my own body with a rhythm that matched it perfectly. When he came, it was with a groan against my lips.

  He lifted me off of him then, flipping over onto his stomach and wrapping his arms around my thighs to pull my pussy close to his face. I watched as he lapped very delicately at my sensitive clit, bathing it gently with his tongue, using only enough pressure to build my body back up from a relaxed pleasure to an urgent desire once again. I spread my thighs wider for him and he gave a soft growl as he buried his face between my legs, dipping his tongue into my pussy to gather the moisture there, spreading it all around my folds. His thumbs held my lower lips apart, exposing me completely, and he licked my slit from bottom to top in slow strokes of his tongue. He avoided my clit for what felt like a long time, teasing me again in a way that made me almost furious.

  “Travis,” I said, gritting my teeth, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced being completely on edge for so long. My pussy was gushing wet, my clit throbbing each time his tongue came close or didn’t touch. “Stop it.”

  He grinned against my pussy, tracing my clit in circles. The contact immediately made my body tense up to come but I needed more than that. It was then that I felt his fingertip tease my opening. He slipped half of one finger inside me, then pressed it all the way in. He started to curl it upward to hit that spot within me that drove me wild. He had his mouth on my pussy, sucking my clit now, his tongue stroking it in a rhythm that was making me grind my hips against his face. He slipped another finger inside me and started to pump them in and out while he tasted my clit.

  My orgasm hit me again, something within me shattering as I came in his mouth. He tasted me through it, teasing my clit almost past the point I thought I could take it. He pulled his mouth away then, nuzzling my thigh with his face. He lifted his head to kiss me, slipping his tongue into my mouth to tease my own.

  Chapter 8: Travis

  I pulled Jenna on top of me, laying down on my back so that her head was on my chest. I stroked her soft hair, my other arm wrapped around her waist as I held her close to me. I had never experienced anything quite as sexy as Jenna sneaking into my room to fuck me in the middle of the night after that walk we’d had.

  “Why did you come in here?” I asked her. She lifted her head to look at me.

  “I thought that was obvious,” she said with a sly smile.

  “What made you decide to do it?”

  She chewed on her lip. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

  “About me?”

  She nodded. “About you touching me. And I think about—I think about that kiss all the time.”

  “Have I given you a new memory to think about?” I asked her, kissing her forehead.

  “Maybe,” she said teasingly, though I could feel how tight her pussy had gotten when she came, how powerful it had been. She had never come like that in her life because she had never been with me before—her body was made for mine, and I was the person who was going to get to know it inside and out.

  “We’ll have to try again,” I said to her. I would spend hours making memories with her if it meant seeing her smile the way she was now, sweet and relaxed.

  “In a minute,” she said, pressing her cheek to my chest. “This is something that I’ve wanted for longer than I can remember.”

  I felt my heart palpitate at her words. It felt so good to have her in my arms after all these years, everything so perfect that it seemed almost too good to be true.

  “Tell me how you really feel living in Los Angeles,” she said. “I know you were lying.”

  I rubbed my hand over my mouth. “How do you know?”

  “I know you,” she said. “You’re the same as you always were, just—filled out.”

  I laughed. “Filled out?”

  She lifted her face to look at me. “That’s one way to put it.”

  I stared at her, smiling, and tilted my face up to kiss her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her against me. It felt almost like a dream, like a glimpse of the future—me and Jenna, locked in each other’s arms as we were meant to be. I had never felt this way about a woman before—not before I’d met Jenna nor after we’d gone our separate ways.

  “Tell me,” she said, pulling her lips away from mine.

  “I don’t like it,” I told her, holding her eye. “I hate it.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s lonely,” I told her. “I love the city, but I haven’t met anybody I’ve clicked with.”

  “Not like me,” she said.

  “Not like you,” I agreed.

  “Why don’t you move? You could go anywhere. You could come here.”

  “My business is all I have. I built it from the ground-up. It made me who I am. There’s no way I could just give it up and move.”

  “You could do business from anywhere,” she pointed out. “At this point, you could go wherever you want. I think you’re just scared.”

  “Scared of what?” I asked her.

  “Of being surrounded by people who love you. Because you feel like you’ll never live up to their expectations.”

  I stared at her for a moment, stunned at how well she could read me.

  “And what about you?” I asked her. “How is Yale, really?”

  “I feel like I’m drowning,” she told me. She rolled off of me then, propping herself up on her elbow to look at me from the other side of the bed. I traced her waist up and down with my fingertips, marveling in her body.

  “What do you mean?”

  “In work,” she said, sighing as I started to trace her breasts with my fingers, not trying to arouse her but desperate to touch her soft skin. My hand trailed over her breasts, splaying over her belly as she spoke. “Drowning in work. I don’t have a minute for myself, I barely sleep—”

  “You push yourself too hard,” I said to her, though I could empathize with that drive to do more and be more, to improve at all times.

  “I do,” she agreed. “But I feel like I have to do it. There is no other option for me. School is all I’m good at.”

  I took her chin in my hands and tilted her face to look at me.

  “There’s so much you can do,” I said, staring into her green eyes, overwhelmed by her beauty, her smile, the look on her face. “So much good you can do, baby.”

 
She leaned down to suck on my bottom lip. “Why are we both unhappy?”

  “Because we’ve been apart,” I said, knowing it was true. I could feel the truth of it in my bones. Jenna and I were meant to be together. I had never believed in anything like fate before but my gut told me that it was true—Jenna was supposed to be mine and I was supposed to be hers.

  “You think so?”

  “I know so,” I said to her. “You and I belong together.”