Head Hunter: A Virgin Billionaire Reverse Romance

by Alexis Angel

The waterfall showerhead springs to life and the warm water instantly relaxes me, my shoulders dropping at least two inches as the tension releases. Making a mental note to schedule a massage for the following day, I reach for my loofah hanging from the wall and squirt my shower gel on the blue sponge before rubbing it between my hands until the suds come to life.

  The soft and squishy fabric feels super soft beneath my fingers, sensual even, much more than usual. Rolling my eyes, I try to focus. Everything is turning me on as Nicole steals my thoughts, completely dominating my desires. Fuck, I want that girl.

  Quickly washing my body, eager to get back into bed and find my way to sleep, I quickly run the sponge over my still rock-hard manhood. Holy fuck the loofah feels good, the suds gently soothing the aching of my erection.

  I bet this is what Nicole feels like, a soft cloud, warm and wet for my cock. My hips inch forward as I press my tip into the loofah, the soft fabric caressing my sensitive skin. I don’t even care how ridiculous this is any more. I want her, and I can’t have her, at least not tonight. So I’m gonna cum for her, whether she knows it or not.

  Grinding against the loofah I imagine her at home touching herself to thoughts of me. I hope she’s cupping her breasts, with one hand eventually trailing down, to ease that desire between her legs. She’s soaking in her panties, her clit engorged, begging for some attention.

  Slipping her hand into her panties, I want her to glide her petite fingers down her sex. My cock grinds into the loofah and I imagine the wetness of her glistening sex, the arousal apparent. She’ll shock herself by how wet she gets for me. I’ll have her wetter than any other man she’s ever been with. She’s probably at home ready to slide a finger inside, but she better not. No, I want her to tease herself first, just like I am with this stupid fucking loofah.

  Run the pad of her fingertip over her clit and until a soft moan falls from those sweet lips. A moan, for me. My hips rock forward imagining how she sounds crying out my name. Unable to bear it any longer, my hand drops to my side before my fingers inch over, slowly wrapping around my ten inches of steel.

  A groan immediately escapes me. Fighting the urge only made me more horny, and thinking of Nicole sliding a finger inside, gasping as she pushes through that velvety layer of herself, I want to cum on the spot, but fuck that, I begged for this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.

  My grip strokes to the head of my cock, squeezing as a drop of pre-cum oozes from my tip. Fuck, it feels good. Imagining how tight Nicole’s pussy is makes my hand glide back to my base, as I bit my bottom lip in pleasure. I want to feel the inside of her and make her beg me for more.

  Yeah, I’m gonna flip the game on her. She’s goona be the one begging me for this long cock, and when I finally give it to her, I’ll make her wait to cream all over me. She’ll be screaming my name before I let her cum, the thought making my hand speed increase, yanking my length roughly as I groan, my hips slowly edging forward like I’m thrusting between Nicole’s thin legs.

  I can’t believe she didn’t invite me upstairs to her place. She must know I’m gonna own that ass after our first night together. My ten inches grow as I think of ways I’ll bend her lean body once I’m inside her. She’ll be running all over the bed, I bet she can’t handle all of me. I’ll have to train her pussy to take all of this cock without breaking in half.

  "Ungh," I growl as the pleasure starts to boil over, another ooze of pre-cum glistening my tip.

  No, I’m not ready to release yet. I still want to think about her. The build up is even better than when I envision her in bed, probably wearing something lace. She looks like a classy girl that lounges around in silk. When my hand held her petite fingers today, she felt as smooth as silk, and I imagine that touch gripping my cock right now. Moving my hand up and down my manhood, stroking and squeezing, I close my eyes and pretend it’s Nicole gripping me.

  She’ll be so shocked when she sees how big I am. I can see the look of shock on her face when she drinks me in. Oh, fuck, I hope she sucks me off the first time. Those plump lips wrapped around my thick cock will make me cum in no time. I bet she’s shy too, but I’ll slide this rod down her throat until she gags on it, spitting everything back on me so she can suck it off, real sloppy.

  "Mmm…" I hum my satisfaction of the image as my hand continues gliding, my eyes closed as my mind focuses in on her.

  I can actually see her in bed, squirming as she slides a finger in and out of her tight opening, once she craves a little more pressure, she’ll slip another finger in. Her back will arch and a small moan will escape her as her ass pokes out a little, desperately wanting more, but only I can give her that.

  Only I can slide this twelve-inch anaconda in her wetness and rock her body until she creams all over me. I want to make her scream, cry, and beg for more. I wonder how many times a man has made her cum before. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can top it. I’ll make her cum all night, sucking that pussy until she begs for me to plunge inside of her.

  Just when my hand is working overtime, gripping and grinding, my body desperate for a climax, I slow my pace and loosen my grip. I feel like I’m training for the Olympics. Knowing I’ll be inside her soon enough, and realizing the effect she has on me, it’s best I work up my stamina instead of just driving myself crazy to cum in two minutes.

  There’s no way I’m gonna disappoint her. Looking down at my throbbing length I know that’s not an option or a possibility. I’m too into her to fail. I want her too bad to embarrass myself. Besides, I haven’t done that involuntarily since high school. Sure, I’ve let a girl get me off as soon as possible, typically that’s my strategy. I’m not interested in prolonging or impressing a girl I don’t really give a fuck about. And let’s be honest, I don’t ever give a fuck about these girls, especially after I’ve fucked them.

  Maybe that’s why Nicole is playing this game. She wants me to be really interested in her before we spend a night together, because she knows there’s a high probability that I won’t care too much what happens afterwards. I can’t really deny that, but envisioning her teasing me in some lace boy shorts is taking me to the brink again, my hips surging forward like I’m fucking her in this shower as the warm water cascades across my back.

  She’s gonna tease me with that pussy, I already know it. I can’t be sure why, but the idea actually excites me. Typically a game like this would aggravate me and make me never call the girl again, but there’s something about Nicole that just makes me open to whatever she wants. If I have to prove myself, I will. She wants me to wait? I’ll bring a fucking lawn chair and camp out at her little apartment. I’m gonna have her, no matter how she plays her hand. It would be in her best interest not to set herself up for too much torture, because the longer she makes me wait to feel her, the longer I’m gonna make her wait to cum for me.

  I swear, I’ll own her pleasure after just one night. She’ll have to ask me to cum, beg me. I can hear her sweet voice moaning, asking for her release. Pleading for me to push her over the edge. It’ll only take a flick of my tongue, but I’m gonna hold it off until she can’t take it anymore, because that’s how I feel right now.

  Hell, this girl has me in the shower jerking off! And fucking enjoying it! What is happening! I’m a fucking prince for crying out loud. I could fuck anyone. Women throw themselves at me all day. I literally have a fan mail address that gets overwhelmed with panties sent from women around the world, and I here imagining these water drops are Nicole’s finger tips, running across my body, as my temperature surges, my cock aching in my hand.

  I know I can’t hold off my orgasm another time, because I’m dangerously closing to a case of blue balls forcing myself up and down like a see-saw. I guess I wanted to show myself I could drive my cock even crazier than Nicole, but now my climax is evading me, my length heavy in my hand, but my release nowhere in sight.

  "Fuck," I bite out, wishing Nicole was here.

  I imagine her sitting on the marble bench of my shower watching me, her legs sp
read as her hand drifts from cupping her breasts to her flat stomach. She’ll want me to cum to her, and I’ll do anything to please her. I stroke myself long and hard, squeezing my shaft while imagining us with our eyes interlocked, as we pleasure ourselves to each other.

  Her gray eyes would close slowly as the pleasure overtook her, those thin fingers jamming in ad out of her pussy. I bet she likes it a little rough, the good girls usually do. If that’s what she wants I’ll give it to her, and I’ll do it better than anyone she’s ever let between her legs.

  Then it occurs to me that she might be hung up on another guy, and a smile creeps across my face as I realize how easy of an obstacle that’ll be to overcome. There’s no way her ex is sexier than me, and when I’m done making her body sing, she’ll be racking her brain to even remember his name.

  My cock twitches, and I know my climax is just strokes away. Images of Nicole flood my mind as I think back to our date, her sitting across from me with her legs crossed, telling me all about her life. She was so open and honest with me, like she had nothing to hold back. Looking into those sexy gray eyes, I couldn’t hear more than every other word as my eyes hungrily roamed her body, eager to get her home.

  Squeezing my cock, I slow my strokes, wanting to savor the pleasure as I rock my hips, lowering the loofah so the tip of my cock is coated in suds as I prepare to let loose. God, I hope she’s on birth control, because I want to cum inside her the first time she let’s me feel her. I want her tight pussy to squeeze my cock as I ooze inside of her.

  "Fuck," I bite the word out as my teeth grit together, ready to explode. Before I can stop myself the world stumbles out of my mouth, "Nicole."

  Holy hell. I’m already jerking off thinking of her, imagining her here with me, and now I’m groaning the girl’s name? Who the fuck am I? I can’t pretend to care, or solve that puzzle right now. I’m gripping ten inches of aching flesh and my hips are rocking fast and uncontrollably, desperate for this climax.

  "Ungh…" I groan, my abdomen muscles tenses as my balls draw up. Oh, fuck it feels so good. My body has been craving this all night, and now I’m gonna give it to her. That’s right, this isn’t for anyone else but Nicole.

  "Nicole," I groan her name again, this time not caring how ridiculous it is to lust after a woman I’ve never even tasted. Oh, God, the idea of tasting her makes me squeeze my shaft. Hard. I shove my cock through my grip, fucking my hand like I’m driving into Nicole.

  "Oh shit," I grunt. This build up is unbelievable. I feel like it’s been brewing since I picked her up and saw her in that little dress. My cock twitches in my hand again, and I close my eyes, eager to get this nut out.

  "Tell me you want it," I groan, pretending to talk to Nicole.

  I’m gonna have her begging for my nut like every woman before her. She’ll want to do anything to see me cum, feel me ooze in her pussy, her mouth, her tight ass. I’m gonna fuck her everywhere, all over this fucking city, if she would just stop playing with me.

  My heart rate is through the roof, my chest rising and falling fast as I stroke my length quickly, the water helping my hand glide over my flesh with ease, like I’m in a warm, wet pussy.

  "Mmm…" I moan, that sound that only precedes an orgasm, when my body and defenses weaken and I’m vulnerable as a bitch for two seconds. My hand works faster, racing to the tip of my cock as my hips rock forward, my entire body tense, bracing for the explosion.

  I swear I can see Nicole’s face, her eyes clenches shut, that cute little button nose scrunched as she contorts as the pleasure flows out her. She’ll have to cum at least twice before I let her have this nut.

  "Give it to me," I grunt, biting the words through my teeth as I stroke my cock one last time before jerking as I finally reach my climax.

  "Oh, fuck! Nicole! Ungh!" I growl, squeezing my cock as I coat the wall with a thick cream that matches the marble.

  I don’t think I’ve ever needed to cum more in my life. It feels like a load is lifted off my shoulders as I pant, struggling to catch my breath like I’ve just finished a workout session. In some ways, I guess I have.

  After rinsing the suds from my hard body, I turn the water off and grab my towel from the heater rack, wrapping it around my hips before stepping on the heated tiles on my floor.

  With a deep sigh, I walk into my huge closet, which I know is bigger than most people’s apartments in the city. Opening the top drawer on one of my gray shelving units, I pull a pair of rolled black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. My made keeps everything neat and meticulously organized, just how I like it.

  From the next drawer I pull a crisp white t-shirt, and head to bed feeling much more relaxed, although my mind is still racing thinking about this girl. This girl whose name I just growled while squeezing a huge load out. It may not be the most romantic thing, but I’ve never done that to the thought of any girl. It’s about as sentimental as I get, and I know I’m in trouble with this one.

  I’ve never wanted a girl this bad, but I know all I have to do is devise a plan to make her fall for me, and how hard can that be? There isn’t a man in New York City more charming than me. Well, maybe there is, but he’s probably ugly or broke, so that takes him out the running right there. I’m a total package, and the moment I can convince Nicole of that, her legs will spread with ease.

  My orgasm drained me of my energy and I feel myself fading quickly, trying to clear my mind so this girl doesn’t dominate my thoughts even while I’m sleep. I don’t need to be dreaming about a girl like a complete creep. I’ve gotta fuck her so this whole pedestal shit can fade, because right now she’s sitting on top of the world and I can’t have that.

  I’m the one that’s royalty, but the way I’m acting you would think she was the queen of the fucking world. I make a point to have my assistant schedule some romantic shit that girls like, I’m gonna sweep Nicole off her feet. She won’t even see it coming or know what happened once I get done with her. And the reward is gonna be so sweet when I’m laying between her legs, hearing her cry my name out as she squeezes me.

  Nicole

  In one week, Thomas and I have been on three more dates. Am I pushing it too fast? Maybe a little. Every time I see him, I tell myself I'd say no the next time and make him wait a little to see me again. A man has to work for the woman he wants.

  Every time he calls me, though, I don't have what it takes to resist him, and I agree to see him again.

  There's something about him that gets me every time. He's handsome and charming, overwhelmingly so. Just looking at him makes me melt into my panties. But there's also a deep side to him that reveals itself now and then, a side that intrigues me. There's so much more to Thomas than cultivated masculinity and charm.

  Tonight, he's in my apartment. It's the first time I've let him up. It's the first time I let anyone up into my personal space, actually.

  I’ve cleaned up my apartment before his arrival. My mother’s old couch was covered with a colorful throw to hide the scratch marks of a cat she once had. I swept the floor, and I washed the few dishes in the sink. The bedroom door is closed to hide all the clothes I hadn’t folded before Thomas arrived.

  Thomas looks comfortable in my space. It's strange having a man up here. I assume his home is much more luxurious than my modest apartment. He obviously has a lot of money. I have no idea where he lives, though. He hasn't once asked me to come home with him. A part of me is relieved. I don't want that pressure of sex looming over me. But I'm curious about the life he leads. He's tight-lipped about his life, his parents, and his past. Everyone takes a different amount of time to open to someone. Maybe he is just more closed off than most people.

  I'm not going to push him. It still doesn't stop me from being curious, though.

  "You’ve lived here since you started school?" he asks. He’d mentioned that he’d had an apartment since he’d left boarding school.

  I shake my head. "I was in a dorm the first year. I didn’t like it. There was too much going on and not e
nough privacy. I’m more serious about my studies than some of the others. I prefer being alone."

  Thomas nods slowly, looking around. His hand moves on the couch, reaching for mine. I let him take it.

  His eyes, dark and smiling, turn to me again.

  "You’re different than any other girl I’ve met here," he says. "It’s a good thing," he adds when I feel shy.

  I smile. "I’m glad," I say.

  Thomas brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my knuckles.

  "Have I told you how beautiful you are?" he asks.

  I blush. My cheeks are flaming red. I can feel it. I dip my head, feeling shy.

  "You always look like you’re not used to someone telling you how fantastic you are when I compliment you," he says.

  I shrug. "I just don’t pay that much attention to myself," I say.

  "You’re very modest."

  I chuckle. "That’s a nice way to put it."

  "Let me pour us some wine," Thomas says, getting up. He brought a bottle of wine with him. It's a nice gesture.

  "What wine is it?" I ask.

  "Pinot Noir," he says from my open plan kitchen. "Cork screw?"

  "Bottom drawer."

  Thomas pulls open the bottom drawer and rummages through it for the cork screw.

  "It’s a very light red wine," he adds, assuming I don't know. I don't.