Текст книги "The Billionaire and the Virgin"

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“Do you touch these when you masturbate?” he asked her, leaning in for another kiss.

She gave him a shocked look. “Don’t ask me that!”

He grinned. He wouldn’t tease her half so much if she didn’t react so wonderfully. “Why not?”

“Because—because I’m not going to answer.” Her voice wobbled as his thumbs stroked her nipples again, and her expression grew dazed. “I’m not.”

“No?” Rob’s voice was husky as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her parted one. “I’d love to know if you do. Because I’m picturing these sweet little breasts, and you pinching your nipples while you touch yourself.”

Marjorie’s gasp sounded more like arousal to him. And she wasn’t pulling away. Instead, her hands moved over his arms, his stomach, as if she had to touch him wherever and whenever she could.

Lower, his mind chanted. Touch lower. But he didn’t say that out loud. Too much at once and he might short circuit his virgin’s mind.

So he caressed her pretty nipples and kissed her, pleased when her tongue stuttered against his own with every flick of his thumbs against her sensitive skin. And when her sighs and panting started to turn to moans, he slid his tongue over her open mouth, and took the next step forward. “Can I put my mouth on your skin, sweetheart?”

Her assent was a soft moan and a jerky nod.

Rob’s hands went to her neck, caressing her nape, and he was pleased when she made a small sound of protest as his hands left her breasts. He pressed hot kisses against her throat, then moved to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. She clung to him as he did, and he made a mental note that yes, her earlobes were sensitive, too. He’d bet his virgin was sensitive in a lot of fun places, and his dick throbbed with need again.

Then he kissed lower, moving across her delicate collarbones and down her breastbone, until she was practically quivering with anticipation in his arms. He cupped one delicate breast in his fingers and brushed the nipple over his lips.

She made a noise that sounded like “guh.”

He couldn’t help it. He chuckled.

Her hands curled into fists on his shoulders. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not funny. It’s fucking adorable.”

“Rob,” she complained, shoving at his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said, and brushed his lips over that sweet nipple again. “I love each and every one of your responses, sweetheart. They’re fucking incredible.”

She pressed closer to him, and he took the hint, pulling her nipple into his mouth, his arm locked around her back to hold her in place. His other hand went to his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it, hoping she wouldn’t notice that he was working himself under the water.

But Marjorie was past noticing much of anything beyond herself. She moaned loudly, and her hands went to his hair, holding his head to her breast.

And fuck, that was sexy. He began to work his cock even as he dragged his tongue up and down her nipple, figuring out what she liked. He used teeth, he licked hard, he licked soft, trying to see what would elicit the best responses from her. And all the while she moaned and clung to him like she’d never felt anything like what he was doing to her before.

Hell, she probably hadn’t. And that just made him harder. He gave his cock a vicious stroke and immediately came, spurting into the rolling water. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice.

“Your tongue,” she moaned. “Oh gosh, Rob, that feels incredible.”

“I’d lick you all over if you’d let me,” he told her in a husky voice, switching to her other breast. The ache in his cock had been released, and now he was free to concentrate on her as she deserved. “From your head to your toes. And I’d probably lick your pussy for hours, just to see how you’d react when you got all sensitive and needy.”

She shuddered against him, her little nipple tight against his lips as he spoke. “I . . . I . . .”

“What, sweetheart?” He tongued her nipple, gazing up at her lovely face.

A wave slapped him in the face, drenching him.

He sputtered, and she giggled, and the moment died a little death.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Before he could answer, another wave smacked him in the face, and he coughed, getting to his full height and wiping the water from his eyes. “I don’t think the beach is the right place for me to spend lots of time on your breasts, sadly. Not if I don’t want to drown.”

“All right,” she said. “I guess I should find my top, then.”

They located her top through sheer luck, as it had drifted only a short distance away. Marjorie put it back on, and Rob watched her breasts move and shimmy as she tied everything in place. Then, when she was ready, she offered him her hand and they walked back to the shore, where Rob retrieved his clothes, put them on, and then Marjorie got out of the water. He figured she wasn’t ready to look at him naked just yet.

He supposed that was fine.

For now.

Chapter Seventeen

Rob walked Marjorie back to her room that night, and they kissed at her doorstep for what felt like forever. He wished—rather fervently—that she would invite him in, but she only gave him a shy smile and that was it. That was fine, really. He wanted her to be comfortable, and maybe he’d pushed his Marjorie a little too far with their play in the waves. Maybe she’d realized he’d jerked off while he sucked on her breasts, and that had alarmed her. He didn’t know what her boundaries were yet—mostly because she didn’t, either.

Vaguely unsatisfied but still pleased, Rob headed back to his room and undressed, showered, jerked off, and went to bed instead of turning to his computer for late-night work.

He’d just drifted off when a noise woke him from his sleep.

Rob peered blearily at his dark hotel room. It was almost midnight—one hour after he’d left Marjorie. He hadn’t been asleep for long. What had awoken him?

A soft, hesitant knock came at his door. That must have been what had roused him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, realized he was naked, and wrapped a sheet around his waist before heading to the door.

A peek out the peephole showed Marjorie on the other side, hair tousled, looking anxious. She wore a pair of pink flannel pajamas.

Oh, shit. He unchained the door. “What’s wrong?”

She rushed into his room, pushing inside. Before he could ask what the problem was again, her mouth was on his, and she was kissing him wildly. Stunned, Rob didn’t respond for a moment, and then he slammed the door shut, dropped his sheet, and dragged Marjorie against him.

They kissed like animals, teeth clashing, tongues molding against one another, until he grabbed her hips and dragged them against him, pressing his cock against her, like he had in the water. She made a startled noise and broke the kiss, a flush on her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.

“Hey.” He kissed her again, this time a little softer, since her lips looked bruised from the force of their shared excitement. “Why are you here?”

“I just . . . I . . .” Her face grew redder and redder and she looked anxious. She glanced down at her hands and then jerked her gaze back up. “Um . . . you’re naked.”

“I sleep naked,” he agreed, amused. She was so shy about the most random things. Here she came into his room, kissing him like a demon, and couldn’t look at his erect dick without losing it? Plus, this was something she was already familiar with. “Remember when you checked me out on the couch?”

She gasped. “You were awake?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, dragging her against him again. He touched a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth close to his for another kiss. “So what brings you here late at night, sweetheart?”

Her breathing against his cheek was rapid, shallow with excitement. “I . . . those things you said to me in the water. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”

“What things?” He’d said a lot.

“When you asked if I touched myself,” her hands fluttered, then curved over his shoulders and she pressed her forehead to his, her eyes closed. “And I . . . I was going to do it tonight, but then I realized . . . I wanted you to do it.” Her words came out in an anxious rush.

She wanted him to bring her off? Rob groaned. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet,” she whispered. “But . . . can’t we, you know . . . do other things?”

Hell yes they could. He took her hand and led her to the back of the suite, where the bed was. He could feel her hand trembling in his, her fingertips cold, but his Marjorie had come here boldly, and he was going to reward her for it. She was about to get the best damn masturbation he could give her.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he told her as he brought her to the edge of the bed.

“Easy for you to say.”

“What, you think I’m not nervous?” At her look of disbelief, he said, “I want to make this a fucking amazing experience for you. One that you’ll want to keep coming back to me for. And I’ve never dated a virgin before. So I’ll take good care of you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried that I’ll fuck something up.”

She rushed forward and kissed him again.

Well, there was that answer. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down onto the bed next to him, kissing her sweet mouth, until they were both sitting on the edge of the bed, next to each other, lips locked. His cock jutted obscenely from his lap, and she sat stiffly next to him. Still, he continued kissing her, hoping to get her mind loosened up enough that she’d relax. Her hands fluttered to his chest, and then moved away again.

Ah. His nakedness might be a problem. He broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue and then asked, “Would you feel better if I dressed?”

She licked her lips, blinking, and then shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“You’re nervous.” The backs of his fingers brushed between her breasts, and he felt her heart thudding. “Would you feel more comfortable if I let you explore me?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I think that would make me even more nervous.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He took her hand in his, and then kissed the back of it. “Then just look at this as an exploration of pleasure, all right? The only goal here is to do what feels good, and nothing is off the table. Understand? If you change your mind about touching me—or about any of this—all you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”

She nodded and gave him another one of her shy smiles.

God. He absolutely could not fuck this up. He kissed her hand again, then turned it over and kissed each of her fingertips, nipping at them. By the time he’d gotten to her thumb, the look in her eyes was full of arousal once more.

He let go of her hand and moved to the first button on her pajama top. “Can I see your breasts again, sweetheart?”

She nodded, and her hands went to the buttons, undoing them one by one. Seconds ticked by as he watched her move down the shirt, pushing the buttons through the holes with shaking fingers. She wouldn’t look at him—more nervousness, he knew. When she’d finished with the last button, he took the lead again, brushing the fabric aside and revealing her small, high breasts.

“God damn, you’re a dream to look at, Marjorie.”

She sat a little straighter at that, her breasts thrusting out as she did. Then, she eased the top off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

Her lungs heaved with anxious breaths, and her breasts moved with them. He couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out and touch her breasts again, and so he did, caressing one peak and then curling his fingers around the weight of it. “So beautiful and soft. I fucking love your little tits. I love how they fit perfectly in my hand, and how those little nipples are just begging to be in my mouth.” His thumb traced one, and he was pleased when it hardened against his touch.

Marjorie moaned, and this time she reached for him and her hands stayed put. “Touch me, Rob. Please. I’m not scared.”

“I know you’re not, sweetheart. It takes fucking balls of steel to come here and approach me,” he said, lightly kissing at her smooth jaw. “And I love that you did. Makes my dick hard as a rock.” He pulled her in for another deep tongue kiss, and as she melted against him, he leaned back on the bed until they were lying down, side by side, mouths locked.

Rob rolled over on top of her, his knees separating hers.

Her eyes widened at the press of his cock against her pussy. The material of her pajama pants separated their skin, but he could feel the heat of her even through the material. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Your pants can stay on. I promise.”

She relaxed a little at that, just gazing up at him with that soft, almost adoring expression on her face that made him feel like a goddamn king. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t fucking thank me. It’s your body. You call the shots, not me. It’s my job to make you feel good.”

Her hand smoothed up his chest, rested over his heart. “Then I make you feel good?”

“Marjorie,” he said in a low voice. He pressed his hips against her again, pushing the length of his erect cock against her sex. “Did you not notice my hard on? I already feel good. Making you feel good will make me come harder than you could possibly imagine.”

That pretty flush was staining her cheeks again. “What if I wanted to touch you?”

“Then I would let you touch to your heart’s content. But don’t do it because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe me jack shit. Understand?”

She nodded, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Understood.”

“Good.” He bent over her breasts, admiring their curves, and then traced the tip of his tongue against one areola. “I love that you came here tonight, though I admit I was a little surprised.” He sucked lightly on one tip, liking the way her stomach moved under him as she shuddered. “But I’m guessing that you enjoyed our time in the water, hmm?”

She made a murmur of assent, and her fingers went to his hair, toying with a few strands before she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“My guess is that you were aroused when you got back to your room, and you started to masturbate.” Her sucked-in breath told him he wasn’t far off the mark. “But your hands didn’t feel as good as my mouth, and that’s why you came to me. Is that right?”

She was silent.

Rob looked up, and the look of stark embarrassment on her face made him kiss the tip of one nipple. “I’m right,” he told her. “And I find that fucking amazingly hot, Marjorie. The thought of you trying to get off after we parted? I love that thought. I love that you were that turned on.” He tongued one nipple again. “You know I did too, right?”

“You—you did? Really?”

“I do every night after we part,” he told her, pinching the tip of one nipple with his hand and admiring the gooseflesh that broke out on her skin. “Being with you turns me on so goddamn much that I have to take myself in hand after you leave. My cock’s always aching at the thought of you.” He lifted his head and gazed up at her. “Want to feel how hard you make me?”

Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated. Then, she bit her lip and nodded.

He rolled back to his side, resting next to her. His cock lay like a rod of iron against his thigh, the head dotted with pre-cum. He wondered if she’d shy away from touching him, but Marjorie immediately reached for him, her fingers caressing the head of his cock.

“It’s soft,” she said with wonder.

“Fuck, don’t tell a man that. My dick’s actually so hard it’s aching.”

She giggled. “No. Not your . . . your penis.” She stuttered over the word. “The skin covering it.” Her fingers glided over the crown of his cock, driving him utterly mad. “It’s so soft. It’s like . . . silk covering steel. And it’s so big.”

“That’s more like it.” God, her unschooled touches were fucking with his head. Every time those inquisitive fingers moved over the head of his cock and stirred in the pre-cum there, he was tempted to jerk those pants off of her and sink home.

But because he was going for sainthood, he closed his goddamn eyes and let her explore at her leisure.

Her fingers moved over him, tracing the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft, and then brushing over his sac. His balls were tight and aching, and her fingers felt so, so good against his skin.

“Is your cock big?” she asked. “Compared to . . . other men?”

“Big enough, sweetheart,” he told her, voice raspy with need. As her fingers continued to stroke and test him, he reached out and cupped one of her little breasts, unable to keep from touching her. “Probably bigger than average, but I don’t go around slinging my junk onto the nearest table and whipping out a ruler.”

She chuckled, the sound making him crazy with lust. “It seems big to me.”

“Have you seen a lot of cocks?”

She shook her head. “Just on the Internet. I’ve seen a bit of porn, but it seemed so . . .” she wrinkled her nose. “Soulless.”

He grunted. Most men probably wouldn’t agree with that. But a dreamer like Marjorie? He could see how she wouldn’t find it appealing.

Her fingers caressed the vein that traveled along the underside of his cock again, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand, make a fist, and fuck it.

“Marjorie, sweetheart,” he cautioned, strain in his voice as he struggled to keep his body language casual. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to come all over those pretty fingers of yours.”

Her eyes widened. She thought for a moment, and instead of drawing her hand away, she continued to caress him. “Can I . . . can I watch?”

Rob groaned. God save him from virgins. Why was it that everything came out of her mouth was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard? He was going to shoot his load in a matter of seconds and she’d think he was a schoolboy.

But, fuck it. “I’ll show you,” he said. He took her palm and rubbed it along the head of his cock, which was leaking drop after drop of pre-cum, he was so aroused. He swirled the crown along her soft skin, lubricating it as she stared in fascination. Then, he took her hand and curled it around his shaft. His hand covered hers, and he began to guide her, showing her how to stroke him. “That’s right.”

Her palm glided against his shaft. There wasn’t quite enough lube, but he didn’t fucking care at this point. Her wide eyes and her parted lips, the soft sounds she made as she stroked him, all of that drove him fucking wild. With a groan of her name, he shot his load a lot sooner than he wanted to, and hot come spattered over her hand and their joined fingers.

She immediately lifted her hand and began to touch the semen wonderingly. “It’s so thick.” Then, to his shock—and delight—she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted it.

And made a face.

He laughed. “It’s an acquired taste.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, staring at her hand helplessly.

“Let me get you a towel, sweetheart.”

Rob got up from the bed and sprinted over to the bathroom. He grabbed the first towel he could find and wiped his own hand off, then his dick, and picked up a new one for Marjorie. When he returned to the bed, he found her there, studying the sticky semen drying on her fingers with an unreadable expression.

And suddenly, he felt like an ass. She’d come here to get off, and he’d more or less shoved his dick in her hand and made her jerk him until he splattered all over her. Not the act of a gentleman, and not the act of a guy trying to ease a virgin into sex.

Well, shit.

He moved to the bed and took her hand in his, wiping it clean with his towel. “I’m sorry. I guess that wasn’t something you were expecting.”

“It’s okay. I liked it.” Her smile was reluctant, shy. “I liked watching you come. It felt very . . . raw.”

“Raw’s a good way of putting it.”

“I like raw,” she told him in a soft voice as he continued to wipe at her hand. “It feels different from what I’ve had in the past . . . and I want more of it.” She looked up at him with those big, soft eyes that were heavy-lidded with desire, and he felt his cock stir again.

Damn. This virgin was going to kill him.

Rob tossed the towel aside and sat down next to her again. He pulled her into his lap, dragging her long legs over one of his hips, and began to kiss her soft mouth once more. She matched his kisses hungrily, eager for more, and as they kissed, he cupped and caressed her small breasts, teasing and rolling the nipples with his fingers until she was gasping against his mouth.

“Now it’s your turn,” he murmured, and slid his hand to the waist of her pajama pants. He waited, checking her reaction. Her eyes widened, but there was no fear in her expression—only eagerness. Fucking lovely Marjorie. With another hot, tongue-filled kiss, he pushed his hand under the fabric, seeking her pussy.

When his exploring fingers hit the jackpot, she gasped. He wanted to, also—the fabric of her panties was soaked from her arousal, and the flesh under his hand was hot and slick with need. His virgin was fired up and in desperate need to get off.

And that was sexy as fuck. He pushed his fingers into her folds, stroking one up and down the seam of her pussy. She was incredibly wet, so much so that he wanted to push his face down there instead of his hand and eat her out. Another time, though, when he had more leisure to introduce her to new things. She’d already experienced a lot tonight, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her. So he gently rubbed back and forth between those wet, wet folds and kissed her soft, open mouth.

She clung to him, her hands anchored around his neck as he stroked her. Marjorie’s long legs had fallen open a bit, and it eased his hand as he pushed deeper, seeking out the entrance to her cunt. He didn’t push deep when he found it, though, just circled the entrance and teased her with it.

Marjorie moaned, clinging to him. Her mouth had stopped responding to his kisses and was mostly slack with wonder as he fingered her. That was all right—he liked seeing that expression on her lovely face, too. He nibbled at her lips as he continued to tease at her entrance, and felt a fierce sort of pleasure when she rolled her hips against his hand, wanting more.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered against her mouth.

She made a wordless mew that might have been assent. Her hips moved against his hand again.

He slid his thumb up to her clit and rubbed it against the tiny bud, now prominent with her desire, and was gratified when Marjorie nearly leapt off his lap in response. He stilled his hand, fingers still poised at the entrance to her cunt, thumb resting on her clit. “Was that too much? Should I stop?”

Fingernails curled into his skin. “No,” she panted. Her expression was dazed. “Don’t stop.”

“Do you like it when I touch you? When I sink my fingers into this wet pussy and tease it?” His lips trailed along her skin, touching anywhere he could. She was so soft, so fragrant, so very into what he was doing to her. She wasn’t feigning anything simply to get his attention; she was more like an eager puppy discovering everything.

And he wanted to be the one to show her, to initiate her.

When she was silent, he kissed her parted lips again. “Does my dirty talk bother you?”

She squirmed against his hand, shifting her wet flesh delightfully against his fingers. She wanted more petting, that was clear. She just didn’t know how to ask for it yet. “Rob,” she breathed.

“Remember what I said earlier?” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her freckled nose. “There’s nothing between us that’s embarrassing. It’s all for pleasure.”

“It’s just so . . .”

“Blunt?”

She nodded.

“I am blunt,” he admitted. “I can’t change that.”

“I don’t want you to change. It just makes me . . . shy.” Her hips wiggled again. “I like your touches.”

“And you like it when I tell you dirty things?” he guessed. “You’re just too shy to say them back?” At her little nod, he kissed her again, and rewarded her with a press of his fingertips against the entrance of her cunt.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes dilating with pleasure, and he felt her give another wiggle, trying to push him deeper.

But his Marjorie didn’t yet realize that the tease was half the fun. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her clit again, and she gasped and clung to his shoulders, her hips jerking in response. Her little clit was very sensitive, he guessed, and probably swollen. If she’d been touching herself earlier, before she’d come to him, it was probably over-sensitized at this point. It needed his mouth. Hell, his mouth needed to be there.

Not this time, he cautioned himself. Instead, he dragged his fingers from the well of her cunt and pulled them forward through her folds, sliding her moisture up to her clit. Then, he framed the hood with his two fingers and began to slowly rub the sides, watching her expression.

Her mouth parted. Her legs trembled. And she clung to him so hard, as if she worried she might fall off his lap, even though his other hand was anchored at her waist.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured as he continued to rub her, carefully stroking the sides of her clit. “You can let go at any time. I’ve got you.”

Her hands released from his neck, and Rob was so startled that she dropped backward on the bed despite his supporting arm.

Well, when he’d said “let go” he hadn’t meant it quite like that.

But Marjorie wasn’t bothered by the fact that she was now on her back. Instead, the new position allowed her to roll her hips more freely, and she was wiggling and writhing against his hand. And fuck, that was hot. Now that his other arm was free, he reached out and caressed one of her bouncing little tits, rubbing the nipple even as she rode his hand.

And she cried out. Her hands clenched on his arm, but she didn’t stop him. Her eyes snapped shut and her face contorted. “Rob, I’m—”

“I know,” he soothed, even as he continued to stroke and pet her body. “I’ve got you.”

“Oh,” she moaned, and her hips moved fiercely against his hand. He pinched her nipple even as he kept rubbing the two fingers against the sides of her clit. “Oh! Oh!”

Her hips jerked against him, and then her entire body stiffened, and she was coming, a tremble bursting through her body. He continued to rub, fascinated by the look on her face as she came. She was beautiful. He felt another surge of possessiveness, and it didn’t fade even as she continued to rock her hips slowly against his fingers, coming down from her orgasm. Eventually, she exhaled deeply and put the back of a hand to her forehead.

“Oh,” she said softly. Her lips curled into a smile.

God, she was pretty. Reluctantly, he slid his fingers from her wet pussy and resisted the temptation to lick them clean. Didn’t want to shock his virgin any more than she was already shocked. He wiped his hand on the discarded towel, and then moved back into the bed, dragging her against him.

“I . . . I should go back to my room,” she said in a low voice.

“Soon,” he told her, tucking her body against his as the smaller spoon. The position allowed him to drape an arm over her waist and rest a hand on one of those cute little titties he was so fond of.

“All right, soon,” she agreed, and snuggled down next to him. Moments later, he was pretty sure she was asleep. He ran his thumb over one of her nipples thoughtfully, enjoying the automatic shiver that rippled through her even as she slept.

He’d never had a woman spend the night before. But now that he had Marjorie in his bed, he didn’t want her to leave it anytime soon.

Maybe ever.