Page 43 of The Billionaire's Betrayal
Chapter Thirteen
Alexa lit the candles in her room. They’d ordered Chinese, and he’d gone to her bathroom to shower and relax after he’d texted Kace’s name to his investigator. A nagging sensation lumped in her throat. She should have been glad she hadn’t directly been responsible for Pamela’s fate, but the idea she’d been involved with a sleazeball like Kace was even worse.
Earlier, they’d also paid a visit to Tony Brogan, a buff twenty-five-year-old who had readily told them what he knew about the auction night—which hadn’t been much. According to him, he’d never seen Pamela enter the building, and had never seen her after the event.
Pamela. Alexa shuddered.
Pamela had been a lost soul, and Alexa wished she had noticed a trace of uncertainty in her when interviewing. She’d never select a woman who wasn’t 100 percent sure for an auction, and not only for practical reasons. Everyone had the right to choose what and how they did their first time.
“I’m glad you invited me over,” Brooks said, hugging her from behind, then planting a kiss on her shoulder.
Little ripples of awareness traveled through her, and she enjoyed the sweet embrace without moving, not wanting to break contact or let go of him. Ever. A shiver raced down her spine and she sighed. Keep it realistic.
His hard-on pressed against her skirt, and his appreciation became even more obvious. God. He still had on a towel she’d given him, heat oozing from his every pore. She leaned back, and he took full advantage, tracing his tongue along her neck.
A raspy moan fled her lips, her nipples taut with ache and desire. He hadn’t tightened his grasp on her, yet she felt so connected to him he might as well have glued her back to his front. She reached to his side, and with a jerky movement, took off his towel, which pooled at her feet.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.” He caught a fistful of her hair, dipping his head lower and nipping the curve of her neck. His teeth automatically sent a flurry of sizzles through her, arrowing down her core and pooling between her legs. She curled her hips, rocking them into his big cock, teasing. “You know, my sweet Alexa, I’d be remiss if I paid no attention to your toy box. Since you so generously showed it to me.”
A shiver rippled over her skin. “Is that so?”
He slid his hand under her shirt, the front buttons popping off without a fight. He worked his way up her neck again, licking her, while fumbling with her bra until he was able to slip his fingers inside and roll them over her turgid nipples. The caress brewed a fire in her belly, and she almost lost balance—would have, if he hadn’t grasped her tits, pressing his bare cock into her skirt. A slick heat pooled between her thighs, her underwear so wet, it became an inconvenient scrap of fabric. “I’m going to claim your holes tonight.”
Heat radiated from her chest. “Again?”
“Not again.”
“But you’ve done both holes.”
“Three,” he simply said, tugging at her nipples, his breath fanning her already sensitized flesh.
Three? What the hell did he mean? She opened her mouth to ask, but he outmaneuvered her, twisting her around and dipping his head, catching her lips in a kiss that demanded. His tongue slid past her lips with the intent of a captor finding his prey. Without stopping the ruthless meddling, he peeled off her blouse, and the bra slid off her easily. He upped the urgency of the kiss, devouring her lips, her tongue, and everything in between. Her breath caught in her throat, and she circled her arms around his head. If she didn’t come up for air, she’d stop breathing soon. But, oh, what a way to go.
He reached for her skirt, and she unzipped it and the soft material fell past her knees and calves. When he touched the sides of her G-string, she could barely feel any of it, like her wetness had overpowered the lacy material. At last, he wrenched his mouth from hers, and she caught a glimpse of fiery lust in his eyes before he dipped lower to help her out of her G-string until she stood naked in front of him, inches from her bed.
With a hint of a dangerous smile curling the corner of his lips, he strode to the box she’d left on the chair next to her dresser. A good memento of their time together. And now they were about to create new memories. Memories that would haunt her forever, but she couldn’t run away from making them—not when every part of her yearned for him.
He rummaged inside the black velvety box and retrieved the golden double dildo. She cleared her throat, now thick and dry. She’d always wanted to try that one, where a curvy U-shaped ruby material linked two dildos of different sizes—the bigger one for vaginal penetration, and the smaller beaded one for anal sex. But she never really had the urge to do double penetration by herself. Her gaze slid down his wide chest to his washboard abs and finally to his cock, sprung out, proud and hard.
Her pussy clenched with need, her clit pulsing like her own heartbeat between her legs. He leaned forward, and she took one more step until her ass pressed into the mattress. He kneeled before her, parting her thighs and placing her feet apart. God. Would he use the dildo, his cock or his tongue first? Please, let it be his tongue.
He answered her plea when he bent closer, sliding his tongue over her thigh, and wreaking havoc on her nerve endings. She propped herself on her elbows, enjoying the glorious view of that superior male specimen kissing her, each lick closer to her swollen, achy pussy. An extra coat of her creamy essence slicked her folds, a silent invitation for more.
He nuzzled her outer lips, the hint of stubble on his face sending a shot of electric charges so strong, so fucking powerful, a tremor surged through her. Caught off guard by the intensity of her response so soon, she let her elbows slide down the bedspread until her back met the mattress and she could focus completely on the sensations swirling through her.
“Your cunt is so tight,” he said with a hoarse voice. “Always so tight.”
Her entire body felt tight. Tense, like a wind-up toy that had been wound to the max. He ducked between her legs, and this time, there was no more chatting. Brooks parted her folds and dove head-first into the creamy stream, licking her relentlessly, but also teasing her by grazing her most sensitive flesh with his teeth. He rolled his tongue over her clit, and her bud pounded in response, a staccato thrumming that reverberated through her. He must have sensed her impending orgasm for he slid his hands under her ass, bringing her sex to his mouth like a canteen of water for a thirsty man. Ravenously, he amped the rhythm of the sweet torment, sucking her, his tongue plunging deeper each time.
The tension inside her burst, pleasure thundering from her core. She screamed his name, limbs shaky and breath ragged. Her heart slammed into her chest, a sheen of sweat brushing over her flesh. Her lungs barely paced back to their regular rhythm, when he flipped her around as if she were weightless, and glided her to the middle of the bed, her legs still weak.
“Now the fun begins,” he said, his voice so fucking aroused it took her a couple of seconds to register his words.
His words maybe, but not his intent. Growling, he joined her on the bed, the veins around his hard cock about to pop. At least, that’s what she assumed. She licked her lips, anticipating his impossibly large dick in her mouth.
“You want it?” He stroked himself, and she sank her teeth on her lower lip. “Come get it.”
He propped himself on his knees, and she lifted herself on all fours, bridging the gap between them until his magnificent rod occupied her field of vision. She took it in her mouth, closing her lips around him, feeling the rush of blood running through his veins. Ready to pay in kind, she slowly removed him from her mouth, lifting her gaze to his, her tongue zigzagging over his hardness. Desire burned in his eyes, and he shot her a seriously dangerous smile, warning her to be careful what she wished for. She cupped his balls, squeezing them, loving how full and heavy they were for her.
