Virgin Sale: Aubrey: Bought by the Billionaire, An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Harley Jane Meadows

  “I don’t want another drink, I just want the girl.”

  She blinks and nods. She’s clearly had to deal with dissatisfied customers before, and remains cool and collected. “I understand perfectly. She’s a little upset just now, but if you give us just a few minutes, we’ll have her cleaned up and brought wherever you wish.”

  I’m not having it. “Where is she.”

  The woman pauses for two seconds, weighing her options. “Suite 1212, sir.”

  “Uh huh. Thanks.”

  I head for the elevators.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Aubrey

  I’m lucky I can still get into my original room. Alia gave me the card key the second she saw me. Like this stupid gown has pockets… I had no clue what I was going to do, otherwise. I thought I was supposed to wind up with Oliver, tonight. I feel like such an idiot, crying over this. I can’t seem to stop, though.

  All the way up, the only sound in the elevator is my own sobs. Pull it together, Aubrey. God…

  I’m a mess. I’m a complete mess. It takes four tries with the key card to get the door to open. It’s late. The sun has set, the ceiling high windows might as well be mirrors. I look like hot garbage, trussed up in silk.

  Thanks to the sauce, the gown is sticking to my chest, my stomach, my thighs. I feel disgusting. I head for the bathroom. My reflection is in there, waiting for me. She looks as bad as I feel.

  I kick off my shoes, and start peeling the ruined gown up and off. It smells, it clings, and the feel of sticky silk on your skin is disgusting as it sounds. I peel off my panties, my stockings, and run a hot shower. Ugh.

  Just get this feeling off my skin. Get the smell of that pig off me. He wasn’t in my lap for two seconds, and he tried to grope me. I just feel so dirty.

  The shower is just as high-end as the bath tub. If I were in a better mood, I’d probably be trying to savor it. Right now I just want to scrub myself clean and go to bed. Alone. God, is that even an option? Alia didn’t tell me… All I do know is that I don’t want to see anybody right now.

  I pull the pins out of my hair. Good bye, gorgeous French curl. Hello wine sauce. Yuck.

  I get into the shower, and let the hot water pour down on me. God… the pressure is good. I grab a bar of soap, and start scrubbing. I work up a lather on my thighs, my stomach, my chest. I let the water soak into my hair, let it run down my scalp.

  I wash myself all over and shampoo my hair twice, before I start to feel human again. I’m still crying. I don’t know anybody out here. I’m thousands of miles from home… and I just ran out on the one man who paid a fortune for my ‘company’.

  The shower helps. One thing I’ve never had a problem with, is letting my feelings flow. Once I’ve gotten it out of my system, I do feel significantly better. God. I can’t imagine what Oliver is thinking. What he’s expecting. He paid twelve million for me. Tonight’s ruined.

  I push open the shower door, and grab a towel. It is, of course, the fluffiest, most comfortable thing I’ve ever put to my skin. I dry myself off, and wrap the towel around my torso. I grab a smaller one, and bundle up my hair. I don’t care, right now. I just wanna be left alone.

  “Aubrey?”

  I almost jump out of my skin. I peek out of the bathroom. Oliver is standing by the windows. “What do you want?”

  He turns to me. “I had to know you were okay. After Mitch made a complete ass of himself—”

  I leave the bathroom, and walk barefoot toward the bedroom. “Yeah. Well, your friend completely ruined my night, so.”

  I find a white bathrobe, and slip into it, still wearing the towel. Oliver follows me to the bedroom. He stops at the doorway, thank god. I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now. “I want to talk to you.”

  I sit down on the edge of the bed. I don’t invite him in. “What is there to talk about, Oliver?” I throw my hands up in a helpless gesture. They plop back down on my lap. “You know… I almost thought I could pull it off. I did. That stupid show on the stage. I felt like… I don’t know. Like I was doing something real. You wanted me vulnerable. Right?”

  He says nothing.

  “Well, congratulations. You got your wish. I couldn’t be more humiliated than I feel right now.”

  He took a step into my bedroom. Then another. “It’s not like that, Aubrey. It’s not.”

  I give him a wary look. I don’t know what he wants. “Then what is it, Oliver? You certainly paid enough for me. Is this how you want me? Worn out from crying? Embarrassed? What did you buy me for??”

  He comes to the bed. He strokes my cheek with knuckles. He looks up at me. “I saw you. I think I saw the real you, up on that stage.”

  His touch is warm. I’m blushing all over again. “I—” He shuts his mouth. “You know what I think it was? Honestly?”

  I sit there, mouth hanging open. I’m tired. Almost too tired to speak.

  “When I saw how vulnerable you made yourself tonight. I felt like… I needed to be the one to hold onto you. I couldn’t let any of the others get their hands on you. Not after you opened up like that.”

  My lip is trembling. I look in his eyes, and he means it. His touch is warm on my face. I lift my hand, and put it on top of his. I close my eyes. “Your friend Mitch—”

  “That asshole is never gonna touch you again. Not ever. In fact? If you want, I’ll make sure you two never lay eyes on each other.”

  I chew on my lip. I swallow. I nod. His hand is still touching my cheek. “I think I’d like that.”

  Oliver leans in, and kisses my forehead. He puts his hand around my shoulders and holds me. “Sssshhhh, sshhhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here.”

  My body takes over. I wrap my arms around his waist, and hold him close. He squeezes me tighter. “You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

  One last tear spills down my cheek. I feel too warm, inside and out.

  I stand up from the bed, and Oliver lets go of me. I tug the towel off my hair. It’s still wet, but not nearly as bad. “You okay?”

  I nod. I look at Oliver. He’s still in white tie. He looks so good…

  “Um,” I start. “I’m not… feeling up for much, right now. But.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”

  I tilt my head a little. “We’re here, Oliver. And I do feel very close to you right now.” I pull out the knot, keeping my bathrobe shut. “What do you say we… do something about it?”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Aubrey

  Oliver’s eyes are wide, and his mouth is very small, all of a sudden. “…Oh. What did you have in mind?”

  I take a breath. My bathrobe falls open. My towel is still cinched tight around my chest. “Well. This is our first night together. We’ve been through a lot. Why don’t we take it slow?”

  He nods. Without taking his eyes off me, he peels off his black jacket. He sets it on a chair by my makeup table, and loosens his bow tie. “I thought you looked really nice, tonight,” I tell him. I run a hand through my hair. I just need it to stay out of my face…

  “Yeah?”

  I nod. “Oh yeah. You look… you look hot.” He chuckles at this. He unbuttons his vest, and throws it and the bow tie on top of his jacket.

  “Well thanks. I try to stay in shape. Money isn’t everything.”

  “Oh yeah? How much are you worth?”

  He takes a breath while he thinks. “About three point two billion?”

  My jaw drops. Good god. He really is Mr. Moneybags. “Oh wow. I’m sorry I asked.”

  He tilts his head a little, as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Is it a problem?”

  “Um, it’s just hard to wrap my head around. I think I’ll just focus on ‘filthy rich’ and let it go after that.”

  He shakes his head. “All right.” He untucks his shirt from his slacks, and undoes the last button.

  I look at him. Oliver’s chest is strong, but not over-packed. He’s lean, but he has some muscle. He has a washboard stomach
. I feel a bit warmer inside, just looking at him. He catches me looking.

  “You like?”

  I nod. “I, I do. When I was getting ready for tonight, I had… concerns. I didn’t know who was gonna be bidding on me.”

  He breaks into a smile. “Just be grateful you’re not a redhead. Guy I know named Percy is obsessed with ‘em.”

  I nod. “Does he look like you?”

  “Percy is at least a hundred pounds overweight, and nearly sixty years old. Do you want me to go on?”

  For a second I think he’s asking if I want to hear more about his friend with the redhead fetish, but I realize he’s actually talking about undressing.

  “Um. Yes please.”

  My billionaire strips down to his boxers— black cotton. “Not silk?”

  He winces and shakes his head. “Not for me.”

  I nod. Oliver walks closer to me. He runs his hand, under the bathrobe, lifting it away from my body. “I don’t think we need this anymore. Do we?”

  I swallow, and shake my head.

  He nods. “Good.” He takes the lapels in his hands, and lifts it off me. I take a breath as cool air hits my shoulders, my neck, my legs.

  He hasn’t moved away. His voice comes out a whisper. “God. You really are nervous, aren’t you.”

  He puts his hand on my neck, and slides it up to hold my jaw in his hand. “Is… is that what you want?”

  He nods. “I want the real you, Aubrey. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

  It’s so warm in here… Oliver traces his thumb across my lips. “You really are something, Aubrey. And do you want to know something else?”

  I nod. He kisses my neck, my jaw. “I’d have paid double, if it meant keeping you all to myself.”

  I can barely breathe. Oliver presses his lips to mine. “MmmM!” His kiss is firm, confident. Even a bit pushy. His breath mingles with mine, when our lips part. Uuuuunnnn…

  I feel his other hand, reach for my ear. His fingers slide through my hair, and pull me close. He kisses me. He kisses me. “Nothing you don’t want, Aubrey,” he whispers. I like it when he uses my name…

  I nod, and kiss him back. “Why don’t you let me decide what I want?”

  I push him back to arm’s length. He doesn’t take his eyes off me. He backs away to the bed, and sits. I can see his erection, pushing through his boxers. He’s getting hard.

  He leans back on both hands, and tilts his head. “So what do you want?”

  My fingers tease the downy fabric across my chest. “Well, if it’s you. I think… I think I want you to see me.”

  Holding my hands to my chest, I untuck the towel. I hold it there, for what feels like an hour. I let go with one hand, and the half draped around my back falls away, leaving only this sheet of fabric between me and Oliver.

  I drop the towel. When I have the nerve, I drop my hands to my sides, too.

  Oliver’s looking at me. I can feel his eyes, poring over every inch of my body. I’m breathing hard. I’m naked, but I still feel hot in the cool air.

  My breasts are big. My areolae are fat, pink things. My nipples are small, but hard in all this excitement. Oliver holds out a hand. I go to him, and take his hand.

  “You’re beautiful, Aubrey. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

  Some hole inside me floods and overflows with warmth when he says it. He pulls me close, and wraps his arms around my hips. He kisses my stomach. My pelvis, my hip. He sits up straight, and kisses my breast.

  “Ohhhhhhh…” He lavishes attention on my skin. He presses his lips to the soft underside of my breast, below the nipple. He kisses every inch of me. He takes my nipple in his mouth, and sucks on me gently. I… I feel so good. I don’t want to stop.

  His hands slip up and down my back, caressing me. He takes my breasts in his hands, caressing me. Fondling me. Squeezing me. He moans for me as he worships my breasts.

  He lies back on the bed, and pulls me on top of him.

  “What are you doing?”

  He looks up at me. “I want you on top of me.”

  I nod. “… Okay.”

  I crawl on top of him, and he pulls me up so my breasts are hanging over his face. He wraps his arms around my torso again, and sucks on my skin. It’s even more intoxicating than the champagne.

  I feel his erection getting harder, between my legs. He’s still wearing his boxers, and his erection is rubbing at… at my folds. It feels good. But I don’t know how far I can go right now.

  He rolls me over onto my back, and kisses my neck, my chest. “I’m so glad I got to be with you,” he whispers.

  I nod. “Me too.” He kisses his way down my skin. My stomach, my hip. He crawls between my legs, and kisses my thighs. All by themselves, my hands go to my groin and cover myself.

  He looks up the length of my body at me. “What are you doing?”

  I shake my head. “I… I’m. I don’t know that I can.”

  He nods, and kisses my fingers. “It’s all right. I understand.”

  “It feels really good, Oliver. I just— it’s all happening so fast and I don’t know that I can… sleep with you, tonight.”

  He nods again, and kisses my fingers some more. “What if I said I was okay with that?”

  “Okay…”

  He took my wrist in his grip. “But I still want to make you come, Aubrey. And I do own you— for the next forty eight hours, anyway. I’ve got a job to do.”

  “What’s that? What’s your job?”

  “To make sure your first time with a man is fucking incredible.”

  I blush even harder. “Oh.”

  He pulls at my wrist. I hiss in a breath. “Don’t look!”

  He props himself up on his elbows, and gives me a look. “What is it? You don’t like the way your pussy looks?”

  I can’t respond. “Well?”

  He nods, and kisses the skin, just below my belly button. “Repeat after me. I have a beautiful pussy.”

  I feel a bit ridiculous, but I go along with it. “I have a… a beautiful…”

  “Pussy. Say it. You’ve gotta get used to it, cause that’s what you’ve got. You have an absolutely gorgeous set of lips down here, I’m telling you.”

  He kisses lower. Mmm…

  “I have… a beautiful pussy.”

  He kisses lower. He’s right above my— oh god. “I have a beautiful pussy…”

  He kisses the top of my sex. He presses his lips to my swelling bud. Ohhhh, Oliver…

  “Again,” he says.

  “I have a beautiful pussy.” He kisses me again. I feel his fingers pressing on the skin surrounding my wet, warm lips. OhhHhhhh…

  “Again.” He kisses my folds, as he coaxes them apart. His breath is warm between my legs. Oh god. Ohhh, god.

  “I have a beautiful pussy. I have a beautiful pussy. Don’t stop. I have a beautiful pussy…”

  He kisses my lips, and I hiss in a breath. Oh, god. No one’s ever been so gentle with me. No one’s ever been so warm. No one’s ever—

  I suck in another breath as a bolt of heat pushes into my wetness. Oh god. Oh god. He’s licking my lips… he’s licking at my hot… pink… wetness—

  “I have a beautiful pussy. Oh jesus, don’t stop. I have a beautiful pussy. MMmmmHhmm! Uhnnn, Oliver. Oliver, please. Oh god. I have a beautiful pussy. I have a beaUUUtiful pussy. I have a… have a… Oh god!”

  I feel like I’m full of warm water, and I’m about to spill over. He penetrates me with his tongue, sliding into me with warm, wet pressure. My whole life, I’ve never felt anything so delectable inside my body. He pushes into me again with his tongue, and my hips tighten up, pushing my sex closer to his mouth. “More. More. I have a beautiful pussy. I have a beautiful pussyyyyyy…”

  He runs his thumb up, between my lips. He kisses my aching bud. I need more of his touch. All this delicious heat is building up, and up, between my hips.

  He whispers my name, and presses between my lips with his tongue. I lose control. “AaaahhhhhH
HHH!!”

  I’m trembling. My whole body is shaking. I come— and I never want to stop. A burst of sensation so intense it almost hurts lets go inside my pussy. I scream. A wave of hot pleasure laps up my insides. I feel weightless. Words go away. I can’t—

  I can’t— AAhhhHHhh…

  I open my eyes. I break out in giggles. I look down my body, and Oliver is there between my legs, smirking. “Ohhhh, Oliver. That was. Mm.”

  He nods, and kisses my pussy one last time. “Glad to be of service.”

  He crawls up the bed. He’s still wearing his black boxers, but it’s clear he’s still hard, underneath.

  “Do you think you might be able to return the favor?”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Oliver

  Aubrey looks at me, biting her lip. “You want me to—?”

  I nod. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. I just— watching you come like that. If I don’t touch you soon, I’m going to explode.”

  She nods and sits up, leaning back on her elbows. “Okay. I, I think I’d like to.” She giggles again. “Oooff. I’m dizzy.”

  She pecks me on the lips as I crawl up the bed, to meet her face to face. I wasn’t kidding. Watching her come was intoxicating. Nobody’s ever touched her like this before… and if I had anything to say about it, nobody else was going to.

  She reached down, and rested her hand on top of my erection. Her touch was light. Too light. “It’s okay, squeeze me,” I say. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

  She squeezes my shaft in her hand, though the fabric. “Mmmm. Good. That’s a good start.” I move to take my boxers off, and she stops me.

  “Wait. Let me. Okay?”

  I nod, and lie back. Aubrey moves down the bed to my waist. She’s so beautiful… her skin is pale and soft… She takes my boxers by the waistband, pulling them away from my body. She tugs them down my hips. Inch by inch, she exposes my cock to the light. I’m already hard, and sticky with pre-cum.

  “See what you do to me?” I ask her. She pulls my boxers down my thighs, down my calves, and off. She comes back up to my waist, looking at my erection.