Lauren (Silicon Valley Billionaires 1)

It’s now or never, said a tiny voice in my head.

His eyes were hooded. “What do you want, Lauren?”

“You. I want you to be my first.”

Chapter 11

I rubbed his cock, timidly at first. He moaned softly, as if it felt good, and rested his head back on the couch. With that small reassurance, I became bolder. I could feel his thickness pressing against his jeans, feeling as though it were going to burst through. He needed to be free. I felt the same way. I needed to finally end this aching once and for all.

Gabe sat up a little, his pupils dilated as he watched me. He ran his thumb over my lip, and I bit into it softly. He grinned at me. “You’re feisty. Maybe you really are ready.”

I grinned back. “Oh, I’m ready.”

Just like that, the cloud that had been hanging over us lifted. He pulled me up so I straddled him, my body pressed against his thick erection. He kissed me, our tongues tangling. Moaning, I rubbed myself back and forth against him, the friction between my legs driving me wild. It was only a few seconds later that I realized he’d pulled back and was watching me. I stopped writhing, embarrassed, but Gabe’s labored breathing told me that I needn’t be.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was ragged as he ran his fingers down my face again, then grabbed me at the nape of my neck, pulling me in for another deep kiss. His tongue lashed at mine, driving me into a frenzy. He moved his hips, grinding his erection into me.

He stood up with me clinging to him. “I need you in my bed.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his middle. We staggered into his bedroom, and he laid me down.

He stood back for a second, watching me. “Finally.”

I agreed. He had no idea what that word really meant to me right then. But maybe I’d been wrong about that.

His eyes were searching mine. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

Our eyes locked, and I nodded. I’d never been more sure.

He didn’t hesitate. Leaning over me, he took off my clothes in a hurry as I tore at his—including his damn jeans this time—and ran my hands down his splendidly muscled chest. I pushed his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprang out, erect and enormous. I sucked in a breath. Enormous might be sort of an understatement.

I pressed my face against his chest, relishing the taut lines of his muscles. I tilted my face up and kissed him, running my hands all over him until he growled.

“Stop. Let me get on top of you, dammit.”

I leaned back onto the bed, heat thrumming through me. He wasted no time taking off my bra and underwear. Then I was beneath him, spread-eagled, with nothing between us.

He covered me with his body, and the only thing between us was his erection, fierce and throbbing. “You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts.”

I ran my hands down his naked skin. He was utterly amazing. Everything I’d glimpsed at and wondered about when I’d seen him dressed was true. He was physical male perfection, all rippling muscles, with an immense hard-on.

He spread my legs a little with his knee, and I moaned. My whole body was throbbing, aching for him. I remembered what he’d done to me the last time I’d been in his bed and the pulsating pleasure his mouth had brought me. But that wasn’t what I wanted tonight. Tonight, I wanted to be taken. I wanted to forget about the world all around me, all of the troubles and treachery. I wanted him to fill me, to own me and possess me.

I wanted to know, once and for all, what that felt like.

He brushed the hair off my face. He looked as if he were going to say something, but I stopped him with a kiss. It was pleading, tentative, and searching. My kiss asked him all the questions I couldn’t. It explained all the things I wanted, which I couldn’t yet put into words.

He moaned as my tongue sought his, and I arched against him. I spread my legs apart a little farther and wrapped my fingers around his cock, guiding it between my legs.

“Not yet.” He pulled back. “I need to be sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am.” I felt as if something in me were about to burst.

He smiled at me then kissed me deeply, our tongues lashing again as our naked bodies pressed together.

It felt so right. I hadn’t known it could feel this right.

He palmed my breast, his heavy hand covering me, and he rolled my nipple between his thick fingers. He sucked and nipped at me. It hurt a little, but the sting increased the pleasure that coursed through my body. I arched under him, moaning, as my need f

or him intensified. Only one thing could complete me. I tried to position his cock in an approximation of where I guessed it was ultimately going, and he laughed.