Mr. Black's Proposal (Part One: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) (12 page)

He had to know what he was doing. As he worked his fingers in and out of me, his tongue teased me through the silk fabric of my panties. I cried out as he pushed inward, sending me to the edge again and again but never letting me fall off.

I was going to collapse. My legs couldn’t hold me up for this long, not when every muscle in my body was shivering with want. My hands pushed against his shoulders to hold myself up.

Then his fingers were gone. I gasped in painful need as he withdrew completely. He stood up in front of me, one hand still pinning my hip to the wall. He raised his other hand to my mouth, his fingers wet with my juices.

“Taste yourself,” he said.

I could have cried with need, but I did what he asked. My lips parted and I tasted my own saltiness on his fingertips. I closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked all of the slickness from his fingers. My tongue licked at the pads of his fingers. I wanted him so badly, wanted every part of him.

A sharp intake of breath made me open my eyes. Lucas was staring at me like I was an alien creature, someone different than he was expecting. His thumb grazed my chin as he lowered his hand.

“Yes?” I asked throatily.

“Stephanie…”

“Mr. Black?”

His eyes narrowed and he glanced over into the hotel room.

“Come with me,” he said.

His hand gripped my shoulder, his thumb pressing into my collarbone as he guided me forward. The bed in the middle of the room was canopied, dark silk drapes hanging down the bedposts.

“Perfect,” he said. He sat down on the end of the bed, loosening his tie. I went to sit next to him, but he motioned me to stand instead.

“Right here,” he said. “Take off your dress, Stephanie.”

I gulped. I had already gone too far. Was this stoppable anymore? But I didn’t want to stop it. No, I wanted him so badly, wanted him inside of me. I would do anything he wanted, anything at all, to that end. The only saving grace for me was the thought that this was one night.

One night, and it would all be over.

“Stephanie?”

“Yes, Mr. Black,” I said automatically.

“Take off your dress.”

I unzipped my dress at the side and let the cream and gold fabric slip down over my hips. The dress pooled at my feet and I stepped out of it. I stood in front of him, feeling utterly vulnerable. The skimpy black lingerie was the only thing covering me.

His gaze was like fire on my skin. Wherever he looked, I could feel it, as though his eyes were actually touching my shoulders, my breasts, my hips. A searing touch.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said. The words made my throat close up. I stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

He seemed utterly unconcerned with my nervousness. He tugged at his tie and let it fall to the floor next to him.

“Come here,” he said. “Put your hands on the edge of the bed.”

I nodded and came forward, leaning against the bed. My breasts spilled forward in my bra, and my hair fell forward too, over my face.

Lucas ran his hand through my hair as I bent forward, but his eyes were down, following the curves of my body. His hand moved to follow his eyes, caressing first my shoulders, then my back.

He stood up suddenly. I stood too.

“No,” he said sternly. “Hands on the bed.”

I leaned forward again, the blood rushing to my head. He was right behind me, now, his hands molded to my hips, my ass. I felt the brush of his pantlegs as he stood between my legs. Then the touch of his hard cock through his pants, pressing against my asscheek. I gulped, the ache inside of me rising at the thought of his cock thrusting into me from behind.

The sound of a zipper made my arms tremble with anticipation. His hand tugged his cock from his pants. I could feel it now against my thigh, the tip of his cock so smooth and tight against my own skin.

“Tell me you want it,” he said.

I looked back. His hand gripped his erect cock, and the sight of it made my mouth water. When he saw me looking back, he lifted his hand and spanked me.

“Ah!” I cried, more from the shock of the blow than from any pain. My asscheek sparked with sensation even as his fingers caressed the spot where he had spanked me.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Please, Mr. Black,” I gasped. “I want it. I want you.”

I wasn’t lying. There was nothing else I wanted more in the world right then. But Lucas only stood there, his hand stroking his cock idly against my thigh.

“God, please,” I groaned. “Please, Lucas, please—”

I didn’t know what it was that I’d said, but Lucas’s hands were on me in an instant. I yelped as he picked me up and flipped me. I landed on my back against the mattress. My lungs emptied.

Lucas ripped his clothes off. I was agog as I watched him toss his clothes aside. His arms were muscled, his chest broad with only a light patch of golden hair. His cock stood to attention under the muscular triangle of his hair. Golden hair. It made my mouth water to watch him move.

Then he tore one of the sashes from the canopy of the bed.

“What—what are you—”

“Hands out.”

My arms extended as though they would have obeyed him even if I didn’t want to. There was a ferocity in his expression that scared me, scared me and thrilled me. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never wanted to do anything like this.

Tonight, though, I’d never wanted anything more,

He wound the sash around my wrists expertly, tying them together.

The fabric clinched around my hands. He pushed them back above my head as I lay on my back, tying the sash quickly to the top of the headboard. I was bound to the bed. My hands gave a small experimental tug, but nothing gave. I was stuck there. My anticipation leapt into my throat.

I twisted as he lifted my hips with his hands, tearing my panties off in a single motion.

“Lucas!”

Then he was on top of me, his hands unclasping my bra. I barely had time to worry about being tied naked to the bed before his lips enclosed my nipple. An electric pulse shot through me as he sucked hard, and I gasped, arching against the bed.

Pain and pleasure mixed with every touch. His fingers pinched at my free nipple as his tongue eased up on my other breast, sending a shock of sensation through my body. The sash tore at my wrists as I spasmed under his tongue.

“Oh God!” I cried out. “Please, please—”

“Please what?”

My hands were twisted above my head, tied tightly. His hands had my hips pinned down against the mattress. And I could feel his cock hard and throbbing against my thigh.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need it. I need—”

I broke off suddenly, scared of what I had been going to say.

I need you.

Thankfully, Lucas didn’t ask me to repeat myself. His mouth closed over mine and I felt him at my entrance, the tip of his shaft teasing my wet slit. I lifted my hips and he slid in. I gasped into his kiss.

The sensation was perfect. His hips pressing hard against mine, the expanding pressure inside of me. I was about to come just from the first thrust, when he eased himself back.

I whimpered. My lips sucked at his and my body ached for him.

“More?” he asked teasingly.

God, I hated him. I hated him for making me say it. Instead, I lifted my legs around his waist and pulled him in with my body. I moaned as his shaft pushed even farther into me.

“Ah,
fuck
,” he moaned. “Goddamn, Steph, you feel so good.”

He began to rock back and forth above me, his swollen cock working its way inch by inch into me, deeper and deeper with every thrust. The ache inside of me began to build pressure again. I rocked my hips against him in the same rhythm, matching his thrusts.

“Jesus, Steph,” he said. “I can’t stop. I can’t—”

I needed him, needed every bit of him, needed his desire to match mine. I moaned with him as his mouth sucked the skin of my neck.

“Don’t stop,” I cried aloud. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me—”

I didn’t have to say any more. He fell onto me like a hungry animal, raw with passion. His hips rolled into me, thrusting hard. A scream caught in my throat as the pressure in me rose and rose, higher than I’d ever felt before.

His skin was slick with sweat, his golden hair darkening at the roots. He plowed into me with a frantic need that I matched with my own. My legs wrapped around his waist as he jammed his thick cock into me over and over.

“
Ohhhh!
”

I went tearing over the edge, my hands pulling helplessly at the sash tying me to the bed. I twisted in his grasp as the climax overtook me, sending waves of pleasure through all of my limbs. I shuddered against his hard cock, squeezing him, milking him with the spasms of my orgasm.

“
Yes! Yes!
”

I couldn’t stop the screams of pleasure that he tore from my body. My vision was white with explosive pleasure, the spasms coming slower and slower as the orgasm rippled through my body. The need that he had drawn from me was satisfied, the desire fulfilled.

I felt him stiffen inside of me, and then he closed his eyes and his face contorted in pleasure.

“Ohh,” he groaned. He withdrew a single moment before his climax. I felt his hot seed spill over my stomach as he gripped his cock hard, moaning.

I was breathing hard when he rolled over away from me. My hands were still tied, and I couldn’t move. He returned with a towel from the bathroom. I watched him as he wiped up his mess. The towel felt soft against my skin. He cleaned me thoroughly, dried me completely, before he reached up to untie me from the bed.

He collapsed next to me as I stretched my wrists, rubbing at the place where I had pulled at the sashes.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I nodded. The last ripples of my orgasm were still fading from my body, and the white-hot ache inside of me turned chilly in the hotel room. I could feel goosebumps rise on my arms.

As though reading my thoughts, Lucas drew me into his arms. I’d thought that he would leave me alone after he’d fucked me, but now the thought couldn’t be farther from my mind. It felt natural to curl up against his chest, shivering only slightly as he pulled the blanket over us both.

I drifted into a semi-sleep, recovering from my orgasm. I could hear his heartbeat, fast at first and then slowing as he was drawn into sleep alongside me.

“Mr. Black?”

He mumbled something that I couldn’t understand.

“Lucas?”

A kiss against my temple, his golden hair brushing my cheek.

“I told you I was going to get to see that lingerie.”

Those were the last words I heard before I drifted off into a soft cloud of sleep and satisfied desire.

It was morning and my phone was ringing. My head swirled with dreams of pink champagne. I fumbled around on the end table for the phone and held it to my ear, squinting at the window. Everything was bright, too bright. Did they turn the sun up to eleven this morning?

A familiar voice on the phone brought me back to reality.

“Steph?”

“Lacey,” I mumbled. “Whatsup?”

“Where are you? I was thinking we could go get brunch or something.”

I yawned.

“I’m—”

I looked over. There was more than just me in bed. I froze. The sheets moved, exposing a butt. A naked butt.

His
naked butt.

I stared in disbelief as the events of last night came flooding back to me. It had seemed like a dream, but now I was awake. Very, very awake. Lucas rolled over, a slow smile under his tousled hair.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he drawled.

Then he leaned over and smacked my ass with his open hand. He grinned, and my heart sank.

Oh. My. God.
What had I done?

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Find out what happens to Steph and Lucas in the rest of the series:

Mr. Black’s Proposal Part Two

Mr. Black’s Proposal Part Three

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