Blackmailing The Billionaire(17)

Cassie stared at him, not knowing whether she could believe him or not.  She just couldn't picture him as some nerdy kid that would've sat with  her at lunchtime. He had to have been the jock, no way could someone who  looked like he did now, ever be scrawny.

"I promise to show you a picture when we get back, I was voted most  likely to trip and fall down a manhole," he said with a twinkle in his  eye.

"If you're lying to me right now, I swear you'll pay for it in my  article," she threatened. Her words made him laugh. She realized her  glass was empty and set it down. It had been a long night, and though  she knew she wasn't going to get any sleep, she decided to go to her  room. She couldn't continue sitting with him in the dim light, sharing  intimate moments of their lives. She stood and moved to walk around him,  when her foot snagged on the corner of the couch and she lost her  balance. She tumbled straight into his lap. His laughter died instantly,  as his eyes flared with awareness.

Cassie didn't move an inch. She could feel his hard thighs beneath her,  his chest pressed against her aching breasts, and his breath on her  face. His mouth was only a couple inches from her own. She stared into  his eyes before hers dropped and took in his very kissable mouth. He let  out a grown before wrapping his hand tightly around her waist, pulling  her even closer. He used his other hand to slip up her back and grip her  neck, pulling her head the last two inches, and finally, their lips  connected.

She could taste the sweet wine on his lips mixed with his own  intoxicating scent. She didn't even try to fight the kiss she wanted so  desperately. She melted into him, bringing her hands up around his  strong shoulders, clinging to him.

He quickly slipped his tongue into the hollow of her mouth, retreating,  before diving back in. After ravishing her mouth, he pulled back  slightly and nipped her bottom lip, before tracing her jaw with tiny  kisses. He moved down the smoothness of her neck, swiping his tongue  along the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, making her  shudder with need.         

     



 

His hands began exploring her back, softly moving up and down the small  dent. He slipped his hand underneath her pajama top, his fingers  caressing her side, slowly moving upward, making her arch into him. She  could feel his arousal growing underneath her, and seductively moved her  hips, pressing tighter against him. He groaned into her neck at the new  friction she was creating.

He brought his lips back to hers and devoured her mouth, dancing his  tongue with hers, while his hands continued their upward movement. She  could barely breathe between the passionate kiss and the feelings of  arousal his hands were creating. Finally, his hands circled around her  side, brushing the underside of her braless breasts, making her cry out  in need. She didn't want him to play anymore. She wanted his hands to  move those last few inches and cup her sensitive skin.

His fingers danced forward, finally giving her what she wanted, and  brushing over her peaked nipple. He rolled the nipple between his thumb  and finger, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her cry out.  He moved his hand away and she uttered a protest, before realizing he  had the bottom of her top in his hands and was quickly ripping it away.

With her shirt out of the way her breasts were there for him to freely  explore. He laid her back on the couch, devouring her with his eyes. She  became nervous when he did nothing but look at her for a moment. Then,  he let out a low moan and brought his head down, swiping his tongue  along the bottom of her throat. She threw her neck back, allowing him  easier access. He moved down, licking the top of her breast, caressing  her stomach with his fingers.

He kissed along the swollen mounds, but only circled her peaked nipple.  She shifted her body, trying to guide his mouth where she wanted it.  "Please," she cried out. She needed him to relieve the ache.

Finally, he took her hardened bud into his mouth, sucking the swollen  peak deep inside the warm recesses of his mouth while swirling his  tongue against it. Her back arched off the couch in intense pleasure. He  gripped both breasts, lavishing equal attention on each one. She was in  a complete haze, and felt she'd die if he dared stop.

He pressed his hips into her opened legs, letting her feel how turned on  he was. She wanted no clothing between them. She wanted to feel his  hard manhood filling her up. She jerked her hips again, trying to  relieve some of the aching.

He brought his lips back to hers, kissed her long and hard, before  moving off her. She was ready to cry out her protest when she saw him  shedding his clothes. Yes! She inwardly cried. She couldn't turn away as  the firelight reflected off his naked chest, even more defined than she  could've ever imagined. Her dreams had nothing on the reality of the  man.

He pushed down his pants and she gasped at the sight of him fully erect,  glistening in the firelight. He was so beautiful, and she felt complete  satisfaction knowing she'd brought him to the state he was in.

Before she had any more time to think, he reached down, and quickly  removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her bare for his inspection.  She immediately wanted to cover up, but he quickly grabbed her arms and  moved them above her head, trapping her.

"You had your turn, now it's mine," he whispered only seconds before he  kneeled over her. She wanted to protest, but the second his body slid  along hers, she lost the words.

He slid his hand from her throat, over her breasts, taking time to tease  her nipples, then down her quivering stomach, until he reached her  heat. He spread her legs with his, then dipped his finger over her  swollen womanhood, causing her to gasp. Inserting his finger inside her  folds, his eyes dilated as he found her hot and ready. She didn't need  any more seduction; she only needed him deep inside her. She needed him  to fill the void she didn't even know she had until meeting him.

"Please, now," she begged him. She'd never before begged for anything in her life, but she couldn't seem to stop begging.

He didn't take any more convincing than that. He released her hands,  which she quickly wrapped around his neck. He moved his body over hers,  the head of his erection sitting at her entrance, waiting to plunge  inside. She shifted upward, wanting him to close the gap and thrust  inside her. He gripped her hip, then finally moved forward, parting her  folds inch by inch, until he had them fully connected.

"Oh, so good," she cried, wrapping her legs tightly around his backside.  He paused for a moment, both of them enjoying the feeling of being so  intimately entwined. Then, he started moving. He gripped her hips  tightly in his hands as he easily found a pleasurable rhythm for them.  He thrust slowly at first, then started moving faster as both their  bodies built ever higher toward ecstasy.         

     



 

He brought his head back down, capturing her lips, tangling his tongue  with hers, while his body thrust in and out of her moist recesses. She  could feel her stomach tightening. She could feel the tingling start in  her core, and then radiating out through her limbs. She was close, so  very close. Just a few more thrusts and she'd be there … "aahhh," she  cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, causing her entire body to  tighten in pleasure.

Her legs gripped him hard, while he picked up his pace even faster, his  face contorting in pleasure. He cried out, then she felt his body  vibrating as he repeatedly pumped inside her. He slowed his movement,  pushing gently in and out of her now satisfied core, giving them both  every second of pleasure he could.

Finally, she felt the last of his shudders ripple through him, then he  collapsed on top of her. She rubbed up and down his back, loving his  weight pushing her into the cushions. She loved the feel of his chest  brushing her still sensitive breasts, and how his skin glistened with a  slight sheen of sweat. She loved just about everything about the man who  just gave her such intense pleasure.

He finally shifted, moving to a sitting position. She laid there, not  knowing what she should do. Should she run for her room? He wasn't  saying anything, and that scared her. She became very conscious that she  was lying completely naked. She jumped from the couch and made a  beeline for the bathroom.

As she cleaned herself up she started to get angry. How dare he make her  feel self-conscious after loving her like that. She'd been a willing  participant; it wasn't like she was going to be some simpering girl,  now. Was he worried she'd start chasing him all over the place? She  stayed in the bathroom for a long time, scared to face him when she  didn't know what was happening. Finally, she was tired and cold, so she  wrapped herself in a large towel and crept back out. He wasn't in the  living room and his bedroom door was shut.

A tear escaped her eye before she could stop it. She wiped it away and  quietly made her way to her bedroom. She cried herself to sleep,  wondering how she was going to get through the next couple of days.