Bilionaire's Addiction

2. Under that dress

CHAPTER TWO

What drew me in immediately was the smoldering heat in his dark brown eyes. How on earth could a man be this gorgeous? Out of the blue, he leaned in, his lips caressing my right ear. A shudder left my lips consequently.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might be forced to take you hard on this bar counter and make you scream my name.” Warm tingle cascaded down my spine and I could feel heat flooding my cheeks. Did he just flirt with me?

“Um…what?” My voice sounded like a mere squeak in my own ears.

He leaned back, sitting on the stool Greta had been occupying previously, smirking as he summoned the bartender. My eyes roamed over his perfectly sculptured face, drinking in the well mapped out muscles straining from the tight blue T-shirt he was wearing. Now if only I could have a piece of that.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then don’t hold me responsible for my actions,” Every word that rolled off his lips felt the touch of sin on my skin, sending ripples all over me.

I weighed my options; go back to the apartment and deal with a drunken Kane or have some fun with a stranger even if it was just for a night. What the hell? Kane can go f**k himself tonight. I worked up a seductive smile, trailing my sleek fingers from the back of his palm that was laid on the counter up to the outline of his well-outlined biceps. Leaning in, I watched his eyes caressing my exposed cleavage.

“Maybe I’m staring at you on purpose. I know you wanna see what is under this dress,” Using my free hand, I trailed the space between my exposed thighs watching his gaze shift to my thighs. Lust grazed his beautiful eyes and I was tempted to bite my bottom lip.

“Then why are we still talking?” He finally looked up, a contented smirk on his face. He summoned the bartender again and slapped a few dollar bill notes on the counter,” Keep the change,” I could have sworn that the bill was nowhere close to the amount of money he had just given the bartender. Did he own a gold mine or what?

His arm went around my waist and I gasped lightly at the contact. All the thoughts and worries in my mind seemed to have flown away to some distant land. All was left was the imminent desire overriding my core; a desire I very much wanted to explore. His car was as much expensive as his mansion and were it not the fact it was difficult to think of anything else except for his deep s*x appeal when I was near him then I would have probably into much shock over his clearly wealthy status.

The moment we walked, he slammed the door shut grabbing my hand and before I had time to adjust to the feel of his hand on mine, we were already rushing upstairs. We walked into what I assumed to be his room and the moment the door was shut, he was pressing me against it, his lips claiming mine with an intensity I had never felt before while his body entrapped me.

With his lips still on me, I felt his eager fingers push the dress up my thighs evoking a series of sensations all over my aching body. I moaned against his lips, reveling in their sweet taste. He broke the kiss, heaving erratically.

“Now let’s see what is under this dress,” If lust was a deadly weapon then I would have been blown to pieces by now.

He tugged the dress over my head roughly throwing it to the floor. He instantly reclaimed my lips ferociously getting into a tongue battle with me. Still enthralled in the kiss, he guided me to the bed, letting me lie on my back with him on top of me. Then he dipped to the crook of my neck, licking and biting. I was definitely going to have a hickey there but I didn’t really give a f**k right now. A moan escaped my lips, my eyes falling shut while enjoying the burning sensations searing through my body. He began trailing hot kisses from my neck while unhooking my bra at the same time. Throwing it aside, his mouth trailed another sizzling kiss in between my breasts, his fingers closing over my hardened n*****s, twisting as I moaned simultaneously. I bit my tongue, trying to suppress another loud moan when he ran his tongue over my right n****e, licking and biting it like it was a delicious piece of cake.

“f**k!” I muttered when he slid downwards, placing a kiss on my navel. Unable to take it anymore, I grabbed the back of his head, his soft strands of his dark hair feeling like silk under my fingers. Taking the hint, he grinned, straightening up to look at me.

“Someone is getting impatient I see,” He murmured.

But I was too turned on to speak. I grabbed on the hem of his t-shirt quickly pushing it over his broad shoulders while claiming his lips again. My fingers fumbled with the edge of his jeans, unzipping them impatiently before pushing them down his firm hips. My eyes darted to the boner begging to be let free, gasping under my breath.

“Go on. Finish what you started,” He whispered, his tone hazy with burning lust.

Prying off the last piece of undergarment, I gasped in wonder when his c**k sprung free, pointed and the veins popping along its huge length. He grasped my hand, closing my fingers around it and we both shuddered at the impact.

“You still want this inside you?” The way he spoke made me feel hot and bothered.

Without a word I pulled his right hand, guiding his index finger to feel my soaked panties. That was what it took and the next minute he was flinging my panties to the carpeted floor. I reached out to unstrap my heels but he stopped me.

“I want to f**k you with those heels on, “It was more of an order than a mere statement.

“Well then. Get on with it,” he took my statement literal, positioning himself on top of me.

I could feel the tip of his c**k teasing my entrance, my thighs already quivering with anticipation. Wrapping my legs around him butt, I felt him edge closer and before I could blink, he pushed his length inside me. I gasped, cussing under my breath as I tried adjust to the feel of c**k inside my very moist core.

“And that’s not even all of it,” he was as breathless as he was corky.

For a few seconds he stayed put but when my nails dug on his back, he pulled out then pushed back in, this time, his whole length was inside me. A few more times and his slow thrusts grew faster, demanding and very much aggressive. Every thrust was like a new wave of searing heat navigating through my entire body.

“You like that?” he whispered thrusting deep inside me.

“f**k yes,” I was probably going to be so f*****g sore after this but this felt too damn good.

I could feel my insides clenching, his thrusts growing wilder and I didn’t need words to know that we were both growing closer to our organisms. I ached my back, my aroused n*****s pushing hard at his chest.

“Then f*****g c*m for me,” He commanded and that was all it took for warmth to trickle over his length. Still he drove inside me one more time then stopped as he poured his seed inside me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily as I tried to calm my shaking legs. I just had the most mind blowing s*x with a rich, sexy stranger I knew nothing about. He rolled off me, his breathing evening out.

“That was one great f**k,” he stated, glancing at me with the smirk that got to my knees every single time.

“I know,”

Then a panicked expression shot through his face as he sat up abruptly.

“s**t! I have never done this before,”

“Been with a woman?” I asked, almost stifling an amused chuckle.

“I’ve been with tons of women but I always use protection every single time but how did you get me this horny to forget something as vital as that?” He asked.

“Relax I’m on a pill. Besides after this, we are probably never going to see each other again,” he relaxed visibly, laying back on the bed.

“Come here,” He said rather soothingly and I did as he said, scooting over next to him, “I want you to sleep on top of me tonight so I can feel your body next to me,”

I lay completely on top of him, loving how my lithe body fit in his perfectly. His arms closed around me and just for once I felt completely comfortable and at ease. I was not sure this was how people who just had a one night stand were supposed to sleep but who gave a flying rat? His breathe grew barely audible and I realized he was already asleep. Stifling a yawn, my eyelids drooped.

The shrill of my phone’s six A.M alarm rung through the room and with my eyes still tightly shut I tried to move but someone groaned underneath me. My first thought was Kane but then he was not this fittingly muscular. Frowning I opened eyes and the arresting look of the sleeping Greek god greeted me. This man, whoever he was, was the perfect work of art. My alarm blared again, distracting me and as I tried to reach for it, he let out a moan of protest.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, his eyes still tightly shut.

“I need to go,” I whispered back.

“Stay a little longer,” he urged.

“No,” I pried off his arms from around me, rolling off the bed. If I stayed a second longer we wouldn’t just be sleeping. I glance at my feet, chuckling at the fact that I slept a whole night with the heels still on.

I rushed into his bathroom, slapped cold water onto my face and ran my fingers over my hair. Using a piece of tissue, I wipe off the remainders of my make-up before walking back to get my clothes. I wore the bra and then my dress. I was about to reach for panties but he beat me to it, holding them up.

“I’ll keep these, stranger,” How was it possible for someone to turn me on with just a simple sentence?

“Whatever,” I just smirked.

I had to go to work in the diner yet this was the day I should have been getting ready for my interview.