Rock Star Billionaire

She raised an eyebrow.

“Not you. You know better than to think you’re just a one-time thing,” I said, trying to save myself.

“What am I, then?” She challenged.

What had gotten into her today? This was not at all like her; she was usually graceful, intelligent, and charming. It was stupid for me to have answered Gina’s call just when Aria was scheduled to come.

Gina was my ex-wife and the bane of my existence. She was the daughter of my mom’s oldest friend, and they had decided Gina and I would be married the second we were born. By the time I realized how wrong they were, we had already been married for five years. I was just lucky we never had any children; if it were up to Gina, though, we would have had quite a few. I suppose she thought I would never leave her if kids were involved. And perhaps I wouldn’t, and I must’ve known that deep down inside because I always turned down the idea of having kids until I was more settled with the bank, my first child. Truthfully, I had been settled with the bank years ago and just kept convincing her and myself that we weren’t ready to have kids. We had filed for divorce last year, and although it hadn’t completely gone through yet, she was still out of my life.

Not according to my mother though. That’s the real reason I had gone to New York: to deal with this bullshit. My mother had attempted what I was convinced was a fake suicide at a hotel room in NYC, drinking half a bottle of whiskey with some painkillers—just the right amount for her to pass out dramatically, but not quite enough to cause any permanent damage. I saw right through it since she used to pull crap like that with dad all the time. Yet when I went to the hotel and saw her, pale and weak and miserable, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Leave it to Eleanor Sinclair to milk my sympathy for all it was worth; she quickly went on a long rant about how my divorce was taking a toll on her, how Gina was the perfect girl for me, and how my happiness was the only thing keeping her alive. I tried to explain to her that Gina did the precise opposite of making me happy: for one, she had cheated on me more times than I could count, and I was pretty confident that she loved my money more than me. And most importantly, I had never quite loved her. I thought I did at some point, but it was an illusion built on lust and inspired by her beauty, not to mention my parents insisting that she was perfect for me.

Until last year. I found out she was cheating, and was hardly surprised – some part of me knew all along. I had a solid reason to file for divorce. My mother knew what she had done and somehow found a way to blame me for it. “If only you didn’t work all the time, Zay,” she had said. “A woman has needs, and Gina was getting really lonely. Sure, she could have dealt with it better, but a lonely woman is never thinking straight. She feels a lot of remorse, and you’re a coward if you can’t accept it and forgive her.”

My own mother. Of course she would take her side though; how many times had she cheated on my dad? And now she had pulled this whole fake attempt at killing herself, and decided to use that as bait for getting me to try again with Gina. She wouldn’t stop wailing until I agreed to sign up for couple’s counseling.

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t’s what the call was about. All too anxious to jump back into my life, Gina wanted to start the counseling right away, under the guise of “making momma happy, we owe it to her.” I didn’t want to deal with that yet, so I was meeting her to discuss the right time for that. But I had to be careful about Aria finding out. She would never forgive me. She seemed like a righteous girl, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t even give me a chance to explain myself. Even if she did, what could I say exactly? “Oh, I’m thirty-two years old but my mom is making me try and get back with my ex-wife?” It would sound ridiculous.

All this craziness was what had led me to my rule; having sex with a girl once and moving on. I didn’t have time for any more lunatic women.

But Aria wasn’t going to stop asking questions. Why was she so stubborn? I admired this in her; she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted, which sometimes was absolutely infuriating.

I was the same way though.

“How long has the situation with the loan officer been bothering you? Is that why you were really in New York?” She asked.

“No,” I said and grinned at her, trying to change the topic. “I went to New York to get you your present.”

She blushed at that and I sighed. “Now let’s not waste another minute.”

I approached her with a fiery kiss, opening her mouth with my tongue, exploring. I could feel her melt under my breath and I was glad that I possessed the skills needed to distract her. My hands found her firm breasts and her nipples were already as hard as my dick. I began to lower my head with the intention of kissing her breasts, but she grabbed my hand with surprising force. Her eyes burning with desire, she said, “Not yet,” and then got on her knees.

Watching her unzip my pants was enough to make my mind completely forget about Gina and all my troubles, my eyes and my head firmly focused on Aria ready to take me in her mouth.

When she did, I lost all control and began moving. I grabbed her head and plunged as hard as I could in her mouth, reaching deep within her throat. She sucked and tried to keep up with my movements as I fucked her face faster and faster. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before I was ready to explode.

“I’m fucking coming,” I said with the few words I could muster, and tried to take myself out of her mouth. To my great surprise, she held on tighter to my ass and shook her head.

“Jesus,” I groaned, all but ready to pour myself into her.

“I want to taste you,” she choked out.

Those words were enough to make me shake into a burst of pleasure, as I came hard inside her mouth, holding on tighter to her head. She sucked until I was emptied completely, and she looked at me as I dropped to the couch. Still on her knees, she swallowed part of my cum, while some of it dripped down her pretty little lips.

“Lick your lips,” I said, still reeling from the orgasm, and she complied. I was starting to get hard again almost immediately from watching her.

I was breaking the rule I had set and I didn’t care.

“You tasted amazing,” she said, getting off her knees and approaching me on the couch.

I grinned. She was turning into a sex vixen, something all my other girls never were. She leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue was still warm and I found my hand reach her pussy. “Are you ready for another?” She whispered against my mouth.

I took her hand and placed it where my dick was protruding again. “Can’t you feel how ready I am?”

With that, I grabbed her and threw her on to the couch. “God, I’ve fucking missed you,” I said, working my mouth all over her body, experiencing every inch of her delicious, smooth skin.