Going Down Fast (Billionaire Bad Boys 2)

She looked up and found his eyes darkened with hunger. No man had ever looked at her with such stark lust before, and it was a heady feeling.

She reached out and cupped his erection in her hand, gliding up and down the thick shaft.

“Harder.”

Her gaze flew to his, but she tightened her grip and began to move her hand up and down, his cock hot and heavy in her hands. He groaned, clenching his fists at his sides, eyes closed, head thrown back, the cords in his neck visible and straining.

She liked having this effect on him, and she was arousing herself as well, but she knew she could do more. She removed one hand, leaned down, and wrapped her mouth around his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” he said on a groan.

Smiling, at least in her head, she swirled her tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness, licked around the head and beneath the sensitive underside. When she sucked hard, he grasped her hair and began to guide her up and down, the sting a welcome sensation, adding to the ache between her thighs.

She continued her ministrations, her sole focus on giving him intense pleasure. He pumped his hips, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She drew a breath through her nose and managed to swallow around him.

“Not like this.” He tugged at her hair and she lifted her head.

“Skirt off,” he said.

She met his hot gaze and slid the garment down and off, along with her panties. She swung one leg over his lap until his erection aligned with her sex when reality struck. “Condom.”

“Shit. Bedroom drawer.”

The head of his cock teased her mercilessly, and she moaned.

Knowing there was no way she would risk getting pregnant, she ran for the bedroom and retrieved the packet. She ripped it open and rolled it down his straining shaft before resuming her position, straddling him, his cock at her opening, and sliding down.

They groaned in unison, his gaze meeting hers, the connection intimate as he entered her, thick and pulsing, filling her completely.

“Ride me, beautiful.”

At his words, her heart caught in her throat, but she did as he said, lifting herself up and falling back down on his erection. As she rose, his cock slid out, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, then struck again on the way back down. She rocked forward, her clit hitting his pubic bone, and sensation darted through her veins, feeling oh so good.

Instead of lifting herself up and down, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled back and forth, waves of arousal building inside her. Faster. Higher. He met her movement, rocking his hips in time to hers.

He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit. Stars flickered behind her eyes.

“Look at me,” he said in that commanding voice he only used during sex, his hand, as usual, wrapped in her hair.

She immediately complied, their gazes locked intimately on one another. He pressed hard on her clit, and she flew apart, ripples vibrating through her as she cried out his name. He continued his upward thrusts, until he, too, came with a roar, his big body shaking beneath hers.

His muscles finally went lax, and he dropped forward, his forehead touching hers, his breath rough. “You can relax me any time,” he said on a laugh.

She chuckled, then realized she was the one who’d have to break contact this time. “Umm…” She gingerly rose and climbed off him, knelt down, grabbed her underwear and skirt, and headed for the bathroom.

Just as she turned on the shower, he grasped her hips, pulling her naked buttocks into him. She jumped in surprise, then relaxed against him. “Don’t tell me. You’re joining me.”

“And she reads minds as well as gives one hell of a blow job.” He spun her around and winked, then pulled her into a long kiss.

His cock immediately began to thicken again… and the shower took an extra-long time.

Chapter Eight

Lucas was alone at the gym. Kade had bailed on their weekly boxing because Lexie wasn’t feeling well, and Derek needed to work late with one of the programmers. Lucas had decided to head over anyway. Someone there would spar with him, and then he’d head home.

When he arrived, a lot of the guys were already paired up. Lucas decided to use a bag instead. He pulled on a pair of gloves, and after fifteen minutes, he’d worked up a good sweat.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t have angry aggression to work out, and it felt good to exercise for enjoyment alone. He’d paused to catch his breath when a guy Lucas had never seen before walked up to him.