Escorting the Billionaire - Part 1

I was wet already. Hell, I’d been wet since I met him. He used the slickness against me, rubbing me until I was almost panting. He found my cl**it and swirled it, lazily, and then pinched it in between his two fingers.

That was all I could take; I almost came right there. I grabbed his arm as calmly as I could and moved him off me. I took the napkin off my lap and gently wiped his hand with it.

And then I took his hand and held it, counting the seconds until dinner was over.

We sat practically on top of each other in the back of the car. There was no divider, so we behaved, better than at dinner, anyway.

James had his arms around me and was crushing me to him. I could feel his co**ck, large and hard, against me. I shifted, uncomfortable with desire, and he moved his hand down to my as**s. He rubbed it, drawing small, hot circles with his palm, mesmerizing me, until I almost didn’t care that there was no divider.

James didn’t even wait for Kai to open the door. He jumped out and dragged me with him. We practically ran through the lobby.

There was an elderly couple waiting for the elevator. I smiled at them while James cursed under his breath. We rode upstairs in silence, while I privately prayed that James and I didn’t smell like almost-sex.

“Finally,” he said when the door opened at his apartment. He punched in the code and then turned and swooped me into his arms.

I laughed as he hustled me down the hallway.

“I have to get that f**king dress off of you. Now,” he growled.

“How romantic,” I said.

He placed me gently on my feet, just inside his bedroom. I looked up at him and threw my arms around his neck, drinking him in. His gorgeous steel-colored hair, his square jaw, his blue-gray eyes.

“Tell me that you want to do this,” he said. He ran his hands down my back.

“I want to do this,” I said immediately. “I want to do this now.”

I leaned up and kissed him, hard. He crushed his lips to mine and our tongues found each other, causing electricity to shoot through me. He pressed the small of my back and moved me against him, so that I could feel his rock-hard length pressing into my belly.

I unzipped his pants and freed his co**ck. It sprang out, enormous and thick, ready for me.

Oh thank God, I thought, relieved. If he’d been small after all this buildup, I might have run from the building, screaming.

He unzipped and removed my dress in what seemed like one motion. I took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and undid his pants so they dropped. Then I stopped, running my hands down his gorgeous, chiseled chest reverently. I wanted to enjoy this moment.

I kissed him, tracing his pectoral muscles with my tongue, and he moaned. It made me feel triumphant. He reached down and undid my bra, gently taking my bre**asts in his hands. He rubbed my nipp**les in circles with his thumbs, and I leaned into him, moaning with ecstasy and relief. His hands were finally on me, I thought.

It felt like they belonged there.

James ran his hands over my body and cupped my as**s, pulling me to him. He grabbed the side of my black lace underwear and pulled them down gently. His tongue searched my mouth and I gave myself to him, surrendering to the urgency and surprising sweetness of his touch.

He laid me down on the bed, and his nak**ed body loomed gloriously over me. He pushed the hair off my face and just watched me for a moment. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, deep and probing.

There was something else going on here, something besides sex, but I didn’t recognize the feeling. All I knew was that I wanted him inside me, right now, and that I wanted to cry.

I spread my legs a little, offering myself to him. He took a finger and ran it along my slit, making sure that I was wet enough. He slid it inside of me, testing me, and I moaned. I grabbed his muscled as**s and pulled him to me, running the head of his co**ck over my sex, getting it slick and wet.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and I nodded.

He entered me then, all at once, and I cried out. He buried himself into me, and my body stretched to accommodate his. He was gentle at first. But I was impatient, and I grabbed his as**s and pushed him deep into me, wanting to feel all of him, wanting him to overtake me. His body listened to mine, his long, deep strokes pushing me to the edge almost immediately.

He leaned up, and I greedily drank in the sight of his taut, muscled body.

And then he continued to f**k me, hard.

“Come in me,” I begged. I was on the edge, and I wanted him there, with me.

His strokes got deeper, more urgent, and then he did come, hard, filling me as my body clenched around him.

Our orgasm shook the bed.

“Audrey,” he cried out, shuddering on top of me.

Afterward, he lay next to me and I stared at his gorgeous face, pushing the hair back from his forehead.