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

by Harley Jane Meadows

  “That’s normal?”

  I nod. “It’s just pre-cum. Natural lube, that’s all.” She nods, and puts her fingers around my shaft. Her skin is warm. “Mmm.”

  My virgin starts stroking my cock. She’s slow at first. Unsure. “You can squeeze a bit harder, it’s okay.”

  She takes me in her hand. “It’s slippery. And warm.” I nod. “Uh huh. So are you, darling.”

  She slides her hand up and down my cock. She reaches my head, and rubs my pre-cum into my skin. I can’t stop a groan passing my lips.

  “Does that feel good?” she asks, looking up at me.

  “It’s starting to.”

  She puts her face closer to my cock, watching as another drop of pre-cum spills from the tip. “Would you like… more?”

  I nod. She kisses the side of my shaft. I feel her breath on my skin. She keeps stroking me. Mn. It’s good.

  She licks her way to the tip of my cock. I gasp. “That’s… very sensitive.”

  She grins. “I guessed that.” She holds my shaft in her hand, while she hovers over my head. “Is this what you like, Oliver? Mm? You want me to go down on you?”

  Aubrey doesn’t wait. She kisses my red, swollen head. I groan, and she takes me into her mouth. “Ohhh, yes. Yes, Aubrey.”

  She strokes me, while she runs her lips up and down my cock. Her tongue brushes against my head, and I hiss in a breath. “Aaaahhh. Yes.”

  She breaks contact with my cock, with a small pop. She sucks on her lip. “Does that feel okay?” I nod. “Tell me when you’re getting close.”

  I lay back, as my virgin sucks on my cock. She’s quiet. All hear is the sound of her lips, sliding up and down my skin. “Moan, Aubrey. Sound like you enjoy it.”

  She nods, and makes soft, happy sounds as she sucks on me. She feels good. This girl I’ve paid for. This young woman I’m looking after. She’s mine, now. She’s all mine.

  “Aubrey.” My breath is heavier now, harder.

  She lets go of me, and looks up. “Yes?”

  “Say that you’re mine.”

  She kisses my cock. “I’m yours, Oliver. I’m yours.”

  “UhhHHh… yes. God yes. Tell me… tell me you want me to come.”

  She keeps stroking my cock, soft and slow. “I want you to come for me, Oliver. My big, strong billionaire. I want you to come for me.”

  I feel it begin, deep inside me. She keeps stroking me, and the warm, wet burst builds up and up in me until I can’t fight it anymore. I let go. I—

  My cum splashes up, and lands wet and hot on Aubrey’s fingers. I cry out, and another burst leaps from my cock, running down her hand. Aubrey squeezes me, and looks at my cock in fascination.

  “So,” she says, grinning, “That’s what you look like.”

  I take her hand, and pull her to me. I kiss her on the lips, and hold her tight. “Fuck, that was good. That was wonderful, Aubrey. God.” She runs her thumb over her fingers, playing with my cum.

  “Mmm. You were good to me too, Oliver.” She kisses me. She kisses me.

  I get up from the bed, only long enough to run a hand towel under some hot water. I wipe her fingers clean, and wipe myself down.

  I get back into bed, and hold her. “You are mine, Aubrey. You’re all mine. And I’m going to take very good care of you.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Aubrey

  I wake up, and I’m still here. I take a long breath in through my nostrils, will myself to snap out of it, if I’m still dreaming. Nope. I’m really here: in the biggest, comfiest bed, lying next to a billionaire.

  He looks so peaceful, sleeping. I watch his chest rise and fall, a few times. I look down his body, he disappears under the sheets. Even with the sheets rumpled, I can tell that he’s hard. Hm. I hope it’s a good dream…

  I lie back. I can’t believe I slept so well. I’ve never had to share my bed, before. I’ve never wanted to. And now… uff. The phone on the nightstand rings. The tone is loud enough to get my attention, but wouldn’t have woken me if I was asleep. They really do think of everything, here.

  I pick up the phone. “Hello?”

  “Miss Caselotti?”

  “Y-yes?”

  “Our attendant Alia is at the door with breakfast. Please let her in?”

  “Um, sure thing.”

  I find my white robe, and slip it on. I make my way to the front door, barefoot.

  I open the front door. Sure enough, there’s Alia, with a cart.

  “Wow. The service really is something, here.”

  She doesn’t look amused. She pushes past me with the cart, and sets two silver trays on the dining room table. “We need to talk.”

  “About what?”

  “About you leaving your client behind at the restaurant, and making a scene. It reflects badly on us. You were warned, we have very strict rules about this sort of thing.”

  I tilt my head. Is she joking? “That ‘scene’ wasn’t my fault. It was his dumb friend Mitch. And—”

  She cuts me off. “You are a companion at the Palace, Miss Caselotti. It’s your job for it to be your fault.”

  “He ruined my dress, and spoiled the whole dinner. How is that my fault?”

  She blinks, but resolve doesn’t waver. “You’re expected to behave with a certain level of decorum. You don’t appear to have any.”

  “Oh, on the contrary.”

  I turn to look, and there’s Oliver: standing in the doorway to the bedroom, naked. Alia looks away, faking embarrassment. “Mister Sable.”

  “You’re in Aubrey’s suite, first thing in the morning? Interrogating her? The fuck do you call this?”

  Alia doesn’t skip a beat. “I had to make sure she was behaving to your satisfaction, sir.”

  Oliver starts walking toward us. “Generally speaking, I prefer a person look at me when they’re talking to me.”

  Alia turns to face him, keeping her eyes pressed to the ceiling. “You’re not wearing anything, sir.”

  “Yes. I’m with my companion. I’ve paid a sizable sum to enjoy her intimate company. Did you think I’d still be wearing white tie?”

  Alia opens her mouth to answer, but Oliver doesn’t give her the opportunity.

  “Likewise, the only ones with questionable behavior, far as I’m concerned, are my idiot friend Mitchell last night… and you. Right now.”

  Alia purses her lips. She’s not going to get another word in edgewise, and she knows it. Oliver walks close enough that she can look him in the eye, without having to see his penis. And it’s a good looking one, too…

  “Now. I can appreciate that the Palace has a high standard of quality to maintain, but Aubrey has been exceptional in every regard, so far. Believe me, if I want to make a complaint, you’ll know about it.”

  Alia takes a breath, and lets it out. She nods, as Oliver continues. “Last night’s fiasco will not reflect on Aubrey in any way, shape, or form; nor will it reflect on the Palace… so long as we don’t have any more unexpected interruptions from the staff. Is that clear?”

  Alia nods and smiles. It does not reach her eyes. “Yes sir.”

  “Great. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to enjoying my vacation.”

  Alia smiles at me, and turns to go. She pushes the empty cart out the door, and shuts it behind her.

  The second the door shuts, I let myself react. “That was amazing.”

  A smirk spreads across his lips. “I was raised to stand up to people. It’s a lot easier when you have more money than they do.”

  I shake my head. God. I go to him, and put my arms around his neck. “Is that what you meant last night? When you said you’d be taking care of me?” I kiss him. Damn. Something about what just happened was insanely hot.

  “For a start. Yes.” He lifts his hand, and strokes my cheek. “Aubrey, get one thing straight. As long as you’re with me, as long as you’re mine… you won’t have anything to worry about. I’m going to look after you.”

  A rush of warmth
runs through me. I peck him on the lips. The cheek. His jawline… “And what…” Peck. “Do you mean…” Peck. “When you say ‘yours’?”

  He runs his hand through my hair. He makes a fist, but not too hard. “I mean that my happiness should be your first priority. You do as I say. And… you make it clear that I’m the only man in your life.”

  I shake my head and chuckle. “You are the only man in my life, Oliver.”

  I look down the length of his body. He’s getting hard. I give him a smirk. “It looks like you have some very strong feelings on the subject.”

  He nods. “I do.”

  I kiss his cheek again and nibble on his earlobe, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft. I can feel his pulse in my hand… “And what about my happiness, Mister Billionaire? Hm?”

  He looks at me, deadly serious. “Keep me happy, Aubrey… and I’ll give you the world.”

  “Mmmmm, I think I like the sound of that.”

  I slip off my robe. I slowly go to my knees, kissing Oliver’s neck, his shoulder, his chest.

  I bundle up the robe and kneel on it. I kiss his stomach, his hip. His thigh. Oh god.

  I’m feeling the part. I get the appeal of this place, more than ever. A rich man wants me to dote on him, keep him happy, and in exchange… well. If he’s as handsome and attentive as Oliver, it’s scarcely a job at all.

  I kiss the tip of his penis. I put my lips around his pink, soft head. I moan for him.

  I’m a different woman, here. The shy, bashful girl from back home doesn’t exist right now. She’d never be on her knees, sucking on a man’s cock, first thing in the morning. A man she’s known less than a day. She’d never use the word ‘cock’.

  I’m still a virgin. I’m still… so new to all this. But with Oliver, I don’t know. It all feels… possible, now. Anything feels possible.

  I run my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. He groans. He takes my hair in his hand, and makes a fist. “Mmmmm, Aubrey… my balls. Play with them.”

  I grab his thighs. I take his testicles, and I squeeze them just a little. He moans when I do. I keep stroking his shaft, with my lips. I run my hand up his abs. God. This gorgeous man.

  I moan for him again. God. I’m his whore. He paid a fortune for me… and here I am, on my knees. Sucking on him and smiling about it. I am a new woman. Let me be this. I’m actually enjoying myself.

  “I’m going to come,” he whispers. I keep sucking on him. He’s trembling on his feet, now.

  “Aubrey… I want to come on your chest. I’m going to—” I let go of him with my mouth. He looks down at me, with that same look of deadly seriousness. He takes his cock and strokes it. I sit up, on my knees.

  “Is that what you want, baby?” I ask, playing the part. God, I’m getting into it! “Come on my tits, Oliver. Go on…”

  My billionaire cries out. His hot, pearly cum splashes onto my chest. He presses the tip to my breast, and shudders as another spurt of his cum spills onto my skin. He pulls hard on my hair. It feels good…

  He staggers back, keeping his feet. He starts catching his breath. “Fuck yes. God. We’re gonna do great things, Aubrey.” He takes a few more breaths, before going to the tray on the dining room table.

  I stand up, and kiss him on the cheek. “Mm. I’m glad you liked it.”

  His eyes go to my breasts, and then back up to me. “Go jump in the shower. Come eat, when you’re clean.”

  I stroke his face. “Yes sir.” I run off to the bathroom, laughing. What has gotten into me??

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Oliver

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never talked down to a woman like this before. I’ve never paid twelve million dollars for one, either, I tell myself. Is that what this place does to you? Puts you in a mindset of treating women like property?

  Well… she is. She is my property. For now, anyway. My virgin…

  I sip my coffee. It’s perfect.

  It’s Saturday morning. If I do nothing else, Aubrey is mine until tomorrow night.

  This feels… good. Intoxicating. I like this feeling. I want to keep having it. Mm. We should go out. At least for a while. I know the Palace is supposed to have all sorts of distractions and delights. I want to try them out. With her.

  I hear the shower shut off. I head for the bedroom. I want to savor every minute I have with my beautiful virgin.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Aubrey

  I get out of the shower, to find Oliver getting dressed: he’s wearing a light white suit, and a black short-sleeve button down shirt. I start toweling off, while Oliver makes a call.

  “Front desk, please. Yes, good morning. I was wondering if you could tell me if Mitch Forman has anything on his itinerary, today. Yes, I understand that you want to respect his privacy. But after last night’s incident in the Prescott room… uh huh. I just want to know where he’s going to be, so I can give him a wide berth. I thought you’d understand. Good.”

  I turn to Oliver, as he hangs up the phone. “Mitch is still sleeping it off, apparently. If I know him, he’s going to spend his day at the casino, once he wakes up.”

  I nod. “What would you like to do?”

  He smiles, and comes to me. “Whatever my girl wants. This time is about you, after all.”

  In my towel, I go to the main room and turn on the TV. The Palace has a whole channel dedicated to attractions and things to do in and around the hotel.

  “Oooh. We’re not far from the Valley of Fire. Want to check it out?”

  Oliver nods. “Sure. Then we can cool off later at Lake Mead. Sound good?”

  I nod. “It sounds perfect.”

  The Palace has thought of everything. There’s a pair of broken-in hiking boots in my size, in the bottom of the wardrobe. I grab a pair of khaki shorts and white tank top, as well as a white over-shirt to keep off some of the heat. There’s a selection of bathing suits in my size, too. I grab a one-piece, and we’re off.

  ~~~

  I’ve never been one for sightseeing. I never had the budget for it. But I confess I’ve always had a bit of a wanderlust. And to think: right now, the sky’s the limit. Anywhere I want to go, Oliver can take me. Anything I want to do, Oliver can make it happen. It’s going to be hard to say good-bye to all this.

  But that’s later. Let it be later. I want to enjoy myself, now.

  We reach the Valley of Fire, and I see how it got the name.

  The rocks here are bright orange, almost red. They look like flames, cast in stone. It’s gorgeous. It’s also hot as hell out here. We’ve borrowed an all-terrain jeep from the Palace, and brought a cooler along with plenty of water. I finish of my bottle, and wipe my brow.

  “God, the sights are just breathtaking out here.” I take off my over-shirt, and wrap it around my waist.

  Oliver smirks at me. “Yes, they certainly are.” I bat at his arm. He takes me in his hands, and holds me tight.

  “Do you like it out here, darling?”

  I nod. “I do. I really do, Oliver. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Though to be fair, I haven’t seen much…”

  He kisses my forehead. “I’m glad.”

  Oliver’s in excellent shape. I don’t know what kind of workout is called for, running a Fortune 500 company, but he must get plenty of time at the gym. We’ve been hiking now for hours…

  We return to the jeep, and take lunch out of the cooler. Oliver cracks open a bottle of sparkling water. “After this, what do you say we head for the lake? Take a dip and cool off?”

  I nod. “Sounds perfect.” I take a look at my lunch, and shake my head.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks. “Never been on a road trip before?”

  “Oh, sure. We just didn’t pack artisanal lunches from a four-star chef, when we did.” I bite into the sandwich. The baguette is perfect. God. A girl could definitely get used to this… Mm.

  ~~~

  It’s hot as hell, by the time we get to Lake Mead. The Pal
ace has thought of everything, as usual. They’ve rented out an entire marina for their guests, and a line of boats for our use, if we want them.

  I’m desperate for a swim, to cool off. We’ve picked out a ship with a small cabin. We’ve pushed out into the middle of the lake for some quality alone time.

  I head for the cabin, when Oliver calls to me. “Where are you going?”

  I put my hand over my eyes for shade. “Just going down so I can change into my swimsuit.”

  He smiles. “You think you need one?”

  I tilt my head. “You want to go skinny dipping?”

  He smiles. “Not exactly.”

  I step closer to him. “Well then, what did you have in mind?”

  “I want to see you, with the sun on your skin. All of you.”

  I bite my lip. Hm. I look around. The nearest ship is at least a hundred yards away. I smirk, as I unbutton my shorts. “You really wanna get your money’s worth, huh.”

  He looks me in the eye. “Every penny of it.”

  I slip out of my shorts. I peel off my over shirt, and take another look around before pulling off my tank top. Mmm… I’ve gotta admit, the sun feels wonderful on my skin. For now, anyway.

  Oliver pulls me closer. “I want to see my girl in broad day light.” He slides his thumbs under the waistline of my panties. “Every last inch of you.”

  He tugs on them slowly, pulling them down, down. They fall in a little pool of fabric around my ankles. A breath of wind comes along, caressing my skin. Mmm.

  Oliver’s sitting on the roof of the cabin, looking up at me. “You have any idea what a knockout you are, Aubrey?”

  I shake my head. “No. But I believe you a little bit more, every time you say it.”

  He smiles. “C’mere.”

  I go to him. He wraps his arm around my waist. His right hand goes to my breast, fondling me. Squeezing me. “You’re beautiful as you are delicious.”