His Dirty Demands (Dirty Billionaires 1)

His smile causes a shiver to run through me. Hungry, predatory, wet heat rushes through me in anticipation of the promise in his smile. “Alicia, this day isn’t over yet.”

18

Alicia

The world is hazy around me. All I see is Cesare; it feels like there is no one else, nothing else but the two of us.

I’m not even aware Cesare picked me up until he slowly slides me down his body. My legs threaten to buckle; I cling to him to stay standing. He understands, and his hands are gentle on my waist. When I can stand he brushes his lips across mine. “Stay right here. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

Blinking, I nod. I look around to find I’m beside the bed. The lights are low, coming from the bedside lamps only. Without the heat of Cesare I’m cold as I realize I’ve lost my coat somewhere along the way. Then heat runs over me, and I turn to find Cesare walking toward me from the bathroom.

He’s naked, beautiful, god he’s beautiful. His hand g

oes around the back of my neck, drawing me up to his mouth. Sweet, soft, gentle, his kiss stirs something inside me, deep, so deep I never knew it existed. I have no idea why tears sting my eyes. I’m trembling in his arms when he raises his head. His eyes miss nothing. Gently he wipes a tear from the edge of my eye as it threatens to overflow. “I know, cara. I know.”

If he knows, could he explain it to me? I don’t have time to wonder though as his hand roams down from my neck to the zipper. Slowly he slides down the zipper to the base of my spine. Both hands go to my shoulders, pulling the dress lower and lower. His eyes darken as he takes in the crimson red bra in delicate tulle. He goes down to his knees, moving gracefully until the dress is at my feet.

Tonight, I had worn nude tights because of the frigid temperatures. At the time I worried they weren’t as sexy as stockings. From the expression on Cesare’s face, he’s found them more than sexy enough. He presses his mouth to the matching red panties, where I feel his tongue taste the flood of desire he caused. My hands go into his hair, needing to touch him, to feel something solid.

His hands run up my legs to my ass, oh, he toys with me. Squeezing, molding my cheeks leisurely. Immediately I remember his words of praise for my ass as well as his promise to take me there. My whole body trembles as I find myself longing for Cesare to fulfill his promise. I’m hungry for the pleasure I know he will give me. I believe him. I trust him, with my body, with my very soul.

Cesare hooks his fingers into the edge of my panties and tights, then carefully pulls them down. In an agile movement he straightens, picking me up in his arms. My arms go around his neck. In seconds we’re in the bathroom. He steps into the bath, then slowly lowers the both of us into the water.

Oh, hot and slightly slick. I smell jasmine wafting up from the water. A flick of his wrist and my bra is gone. I love the way his eyes heat up at the sight of my breasts. I feel my nipples tighten beneath his gaze; he groans as he cups a breast, then brings it up to his mouth. “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful.” He breathes the words into my skin.

I smile as I remember my own thoughts not ten minutes ago. How did I get so lucky? His mouth roams up my neck, nipping at that spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Then sucking harder and harder, oh god. What is it about that spot? Another nip now, harder, and I don’t care, I don’t want him to stop. His hands are roaming over me, my body is slightly slick from the oil he must have added.

Struggling to stay on his lap while feeling his cock throbbing below me, I cling to him, my arms around his neck. He cups my pussy then a finger slides inside me, teasing my clit before moving lower. I groan, and Cesare chuckles. His other hand slides down my spine then over my ass. I shiver as the hand runs down my ass, then a finger glides between my cheeks. A thick middle finger pushes slowly, inexorably inside me. My breath catches, my arms tighten around Cesare as I fight not to tense up. I want him. I want this.

Pressing my lips into the skin of his neck, I taste him with my tongue. I tremble as I realize his finger is as deep inside me as it can go. The finger inside my pussy toys with my clitoris again, teasing lightly over the swollen nub. Then the other finger begins fucking me out then in, out again slowly, so slowly, too slowly. When he stops I moan, my arms tighten around his neck. “Cesare.”

His chuckle is mean. “One moment, cara.”

He moves. I straighten, wondering what he’s doing. There’s a little box at the edge of the bath, against the wall. My eyes widen, oh, it contains three small, realistic...oh. Another chuckle as I blush until I feel like I might pass out. “We won’t start with the smallest one, as my finger is both longer and wider than it.”

I wrap my arms around his neck again, then push my ass out in welcome. The sound of water splashing, then I feel the warm, soft, jelly toy push inside me. Oh, okay, it is bigger than his finger. “Open your legs a little more. Good girl.” His other hand slides back inside me, homing in on my clit with more pressure this time. Oh yes. I want to be his good girl. I want to please him. I want him to know no other woman can please him like I can, like I want to. Deeper now the toy moves into me, hmm...yes, amazing, so fucking amazing. Sliding home until it can move no further, the sensation has me gasping for air. Oh, a small tug on the end of it pulls a moan from me, then it’s pushed back inside me. Another tug has me whimpering for more.

“I’ll give you more, cara, anything you ask for I’ll give you. All you have to do is ask.”

If only. I fight to keep the words inside. Cesare gives me what I’m asking for, moving the toy deeper than tugging it out over and over. Close, I’m so close, only it’s not enough. I’m digging my fingers into his shoulders, more, please. With a growl, Cesare’s hands come down on my hips, lifting me onto him. God, yes please. He’s deep, so deep, and combined with the toy still inside me, the sensations are like electricity running through my veins. Too much, it’s too much. Then Cesare’s mouth closes around a nipple, sucking hard before his teeth nip roughly. It pushes me over the edge, crashing into my orgasm almost painfully. Clinging to Cesare, I can’t hold back the scream at the feel of him thickening, then filling me with the essence of him. The world goes black around me as Cesare’s arms hold me tight.

I’m cold, shivering as I blink in time to see Cesare turn off the lights. When he gets into bed he pulls me into his arms. I moan his name as I snuggle into his arms. The covers are around us now, but it’s Cesare that warms me up. “You’re doing amazing things for my ego, carina, every time you black out after you come in my arms.”

“Mmm...you’re doing amazing things that make me black out. I didn’t even know that was possible. I’m sorry tonight didn’t last as long as I wanted it to. I really wanted to taste you again.”

His arm tightens around me as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. He sighs. “This night was perfect, don’t apologize.”

“This whole entire day was perfect, but the night was spectacular. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Sleep, cara, you’ve earned it.” So I do.

***

Alicia

Turning over, I search for Cesare to find I’m alone in bed. I grumble as I slide out of bed. The clock on the bedside table tells me it’s almost nine thirty. Quickly I dress in black pajama bottoms and a pink stretchy shirt, wash my face and brush my teeth, then go on the hunt for Cesare.

I find him at the dining room table reading the paper. He’s the most casual I’ve ever seen him in sweats and a plain black T-shirt. I’m shaking my head as I walk toward him. “Good morning.”