The Billionaire and The Pop Star (2 page)

I barely
avoided rubbing one out in the shower; just let the water beat down on me as
cold as I could stand it, cooling me down a little. When my felt the slight
ping in my heart I held my hands out to wall and hung my head as the water
cascaded down on me.

I knew what
was happening to me, knew it down to my bones, should I fight it or let it take
its natural course? I’d never felt threatened before, in all my years of
playing the filed, there was never a time when my bachelorhood was in danger.

It was too
early yet, or at least that was the crutch I held onto as I turned the water
off and stepped out of the marble shower stall. Wrapping a towel around my hips
and grabbing another I walked into the bedroom to find her asleep. My new baby
was tired.

I stood over
her, taking in the softness of her beauty in sleep. I wonder how many people
had ever seen this side of her. I had a brief stab of jealousy at the thought
of the boy she’d been linked with. I ran my fingers gently through her hair,
going softly so I didn’t awaken her.

I shook my
head at myself after I leaned over and kissed her hair. “So fucking beautiful.”
I whispered the words in her ear before heading to the closet for some boxer
shorts. No sleeping in the buff tonight, I’d changed the game plan somewhere
between seeing her on that stage and handing her that tee shirt.

I was treading unchartered waters
here, so we’ll play it by ear, but there’s always been one constant with me
throughout my lifetime. I always play to win.

I couldn’t
help drawing her into my arms when I finally crawled into bed. She just cuddled
into my chest and settled, just like this kitten I once had as a child. What
the fuck? I haven’t thought of my fucked up childhood or anything to do with it
in a long time.

I looked down
at the head on my chest and felt fear for the first time in my life, or at
least for the first time in forever. What was I to do with this new thing that
was growing inside of me? I have no notion of how to deal with love and all its
trappings.

I’m man enough
to own my feelings, but logical enough, grounded enough not to believe in love
at first sight. But this whatever it was that had hit me from out of left
field, was a close second.

I fell asleep with the thought of what
tomorrow might bring for us. First time in thirteen years, that I didn’t close
my eyes with a spreadsheet running through my head.

In the morning
my eyes popped open to land on hers as she looked up at me from her place on my
chest. “Morning beautiful girl.” I drew her in for a cuddle and to sniff the
morning scent of her skin. She felt right in my arms, in my bed.

When I pulled back she was looking
at me askance. “This is so weird, I hope you don’t think I’m in the habit of
going home with strange men…”

“Whatever you did or did not do
before we met last night is in the past. Besides, I don’t remember giving you
much of a choice.”

“I’m gonna
kiss you now sweet
Shiane
, don’t worry about my hard
cock, it can’t seem to help doing that around you.” I turned her onto her back
and covered her body with mine.

Starting at
her ear I kissed my way down her jawline to the corner of her mouth before
taking soft nibbles of her lips. I didn’t force my way in this time, but made
her want my tongue so much that she was the one who came in search of it. She
was the one who took my face in her hands and forced my lips open with her
tongue.

I told myself
to go easy even as I pressed my aching cock into her heat. Her shirt had ridden
up so that all that stood between us were a few scraps of silk. My control
lasted for all of ten seconds before I was eating at her lips, my hands roaming
all over her body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Shiane
.” I buried my face in her neck and prayed for the
strength to leave it there, not to push her panties aside and slip into her
heat that I knew was going to own my ass. When she nuzzled my head and squeezed
me between her legs, I knew the jig was up.

“Baby we gotta
get up; I’m trying to keep my word here but you’re not making it easy.” I
sucked the skin of her neck between my teeth and rocked my cock back and forth
into her, my cock ring hitting her clit with each stroke and driving me insane.
She hissed and shook beneath me.

“Fuck baby
don’t do that.” I gritted my teeth and rolled away with my arm thrown over my
eyes. “Fuck! Get off the bed baby…please.” She hesitated for a minute before I
felt her leave the bed.

This was not
fucking happening to me. How the fuck was this happening to me? When I felt my
breathing calm enough and my dick was down to a slow throb instead of a raging
pulse, I lifted my hand and looked at her.

She looked so
fucking young and innocent standing there, unsure of the crazy man who’d
dragged her off to his lair in the middle of the night and was now acting like
an ass.

“I’m sorry
baby if you’d stayed here one second more I would’ve fucked you. Since I
kinda
gave my word I don’t want to go back on it. That’s no
way to start thins off. It’s Saturday morning, you said you don’t really have
anything pressing on the calendar so I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do.”

“I’m pretty
sure if we went anywhere in this city you’d be recognized in five minutes flat
am I right?”

“Yeah pretty
much.”

“And you
didn’t bring any clothes with you obviously, so going out to breakfast was pretty
much out anyway, for now at least. So…I’m gonna go downstairs and make us some
breakfast sounds good?”

“Yeah, okay.”
I studied her as she stood there with her hair all mussed from my fingers, my
mark forming on her neck and the shirt hanging off her shoulder. It was the
sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“I changed my
mind come ‘ere.” She made a running leap for the bed and landed on top of me,
causing my eyes to open in surprise. The smile that broke out across my face
was another shared first as I pulled her head down and clasping her there, took
her lips in another wild kiss.

She kissed
like an innocent and I found it thrilling to teach her my showing her how to
chase my tongue with hers. My cock was leaking profusely at this point as I
enjoyed running my tongue around the inside of her mouth, over her teeth, and
lips before diving back in.

It was a long
time since I’d dry humped anyone, but fuck if that isn’t what I found myself
doing. With one hand clasped behind her head and the other holding her ass in
place, I moved her body over mine, while my cock started leaking even more into
my shorts.

I wanted to
turn her over onto her back and just take her, but I didn’t. Instead I pressed
her cunt harder into my aching cock and ground our pelvises together. She
moaned into my mouth and quivered as I felt the first burst of cum leave my
spewing cock.

We laid still
until our breathing went back to normal. “I think a shower is in order don’t
you?” I sat up with her still in my lap and rolled out of bed, headed for the
shower.

SHIANE

I can’t
believe I’m doing this. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, but
when I’d looked into his eyes last night while on stage, there was something
there that called to me, what that was I still wasn’t sure, but somehow I knew
I would be a fool to let it pass.

I would’ve
gone on as usual if he hadn’t approached me, I’m not bold enough to have sought
him out. But now that I was here I wasn’t sure of my moves. I’ve only ever been
with one guy, someone I met when I first started my music career. I’d saved
myself all through high school, holding out for that special someone. And then
after I’d been discovered, I’d been too busy in the studio and with other
engagements to think about a relationship.

I’ve never
been into the casual scene, so when I met Donnie, I’d thought I’d found my soul
mate. Someone I could spend my life with. That was before I’d overheard him
making plans to hook up with someone else.

That day was
the lowest point of my life. When I’d confronted him after coming out of the
bathroom unexpectedly and overheard him, he’d grown angry. Angry enough to hit
me for questioning him; then he’d filled me in on the truth.

He’d only been
with me because it was good for his career. He thought that being linked to the
hottest new number on the music scene would open doors for him, which it did.

He called me a
stupid little farm girl with rose-colored glasses. As he put it, everyone was
doing it; it was known part of the business. People fucked one another to get
ahead.

When I’d
stupidly told him I thought we would get married like we’d talked about he’d
laughed in my face. It was then that my love had started to die. It didn’t die
completely until news of our split got out and I learned that this wasn’t the
first time he’d cheated, and that everyone thought I knew. Apparently they
thought I was doing the same.

I was never so
humiliated in my life, all our friends, if you can call them that
;
had known. I’d slipped out of the spotlight for a while
until my management told me I had to appear with the snake for publicity sake
because of prior agreements and the album we’d collaborated on together.

So for a few
months the world thought we were an item again. It was hard, especially when he
cornered me one day after rehearsal and said we could just pick up where we
left off,
I
was an okay fuck after all.

I didn’t even
know this person. All I could do was walk away in disgust. Since then he’d
called me a few times, he knew I wasn’t seeing anyone and since he’d been my
first somehow this little farm girl should just overlook his infidelity and
turn a blind eye, because according to him I was never going to find better,
because everybody in the business cheats.

Now here I am,
not even a month later doing something I never thought in a million years I
would ever do. When I opened my eyes this morning and saw him there, his face
relaxed in sleep, so perfectly handsome. The first thing that caught my
attention was the tattoos on his chest and arms.

The business
suit sure hadn’t prepared me for that, or for what I was sure was a piercing in
his cock. Of course I knew who he was, everyone did, the self-made billionaire
who’d come from nothing. His story was told far and wide in all circles. A male
Cinderella story if you will.

From what I
remember his parents had been poor, from some place in the Midwest. He’d boxed
in high school and gained a scholarship to an Ivy league university where he’d
continued his boxing career but had focused more on his studies.

Then he’d
invented some game software and used the money from that to start his own
securities firm. They called him the wonder kid of Wall Street. Though kid
wasn’t exactly accurate.

He put me down
in the bathroom long enough to start the shower before he turned back to me and
lifted the worn tee shirt over my head. I was embarrassed as he pulled my
panties down my thighs and when I stepped out of them and he picked them up and
brought them up to his face, I thought my body would go up in flames.

His eyes held
mine as he lowered them and then he was pulling me back into that hard chest of
his again and our mouths mated. He dropped his shorts while our tongues were
playing tag and turned me towards the huge marble stall.

No words were
spoken as he soaped up his hands and washed by body. His hands glided over me,
slowly, taking his time as he touched my body, as though he were paying homage.

“I love your
body baby, so fucking much.” He seemed hypnotized with by my chest, which until
the look in his eyes, had always been a source of embarrassment for me. They
were just too…everything. But that way he touched them made me feel beautiful.
“Get up here.” He picked me up so that my legs went around his waist and his
mouth covered mine once more as my now slippery body slid all over his chest.

I feel the
hardness of his cock pressing into my ass up to the small of my back. I had a
moment’s pause at the length of him. There was no way that thing would ever fit
inside me. “We have to stop baby.” He took a few more nibbles of my lips before
letting me slip down his body.

We finished
our shower after he’d passed me the soap to return the favor. My heart all but
flew out of my chest as I ran my hands over his beautiful chest. My face heated
up as I leaned over and kissed his chest and I felt a sense of power when his
body shook.

He turned off
the water and led me out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried me before
going to a door in the bathroom that led to a closet of sorts. He came back
with a long silk robe that obviously belonged to him, and one for himself.

Downstairs in
the kitchen he kissed me once more before seating me on a stool at the island
and turning to the fridge. “An omelet okay princess?”

“Yes, sounds
great.” Princess, how did he know that I’ve always wanted someone to call me that?
He couldn’t have, so that was just another sign that there was something going
on here that went beyond the obvious.

He plated the
omelets and sat down across from me after pouring us both cups of coffee from
his state of the art coffee maker. I studied the kitchen for something to so
instead of staring at his chest that was exposed by the gap in his robe. I
could stare at it all, or his beautiful face with those cerulean blue eyes that
seemed to darken whenever he looked at me.

“Today is
Saturday, Monday morning we’re going to my private doctor to have tests done.
Not that I think you’re unsafe, this is for both of us. When I take you there
will be nothing between us and I want you to be comfortable with the fact that
I’m clean as well.”

“I see from the
gossip rags that you’ve only had one serious relationship since you came onto
the music scene, tell me about that.” I laid my fork down and folded my arms
around my middle.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” It almost sounded
like a growl.

 
I kept my head down; surely this was a
bit personal for two people who’d only just met; more personal than cumming all
over him and he you you ninny? I blushed at the memory and felt my body
shudder. I almost jumped out of my skin when his finger lifted my chin.

“Now’s not the
time to think about what I can and will do to you sweetie, we need to clear
some things up first; eat your breakfast.”

I told him
about meeting Donnie, about my childhood in the southwest and the life I’d left
behind to follow my dream of becoming a singer, the years of hard work before
the payoff. The supportive family who was still very much a part of my life and
whom I stayed in contact with by weekly phone calls and Skype chats.

Of course I
left out the most embarrassing details of my messy break-up with Donnie. No one
outside our circle knew the real reason behind the break, but I knew it was
only a matter of time before that was no longer a secret.

 
But somehow I couldn’t find it in me to
tell this virile man who looked at me like I was the hottest sex object on the
planet, that I had been such an abject failure; or that I had been such a
gullible, green fool.

“Did you love
him?” I looked up at him then, there was something in his voice, something I
couldn’t quite place but it sounded menacing somehow. I swallowed hard before I
answered him.

“I thought I
did, but now I’m not sure what I was feeling. Maybe I was caught up in the
excitement of my new life and he was the first interesting guy to ever pay me
any attention, or the first one that I noticed anyway.”

“Do you two
still stay in touch?”

“No, only if we’re working on
one of our songs or something that calls for us to work together in a
professional capacity.”

“And how often
does that happen?”

“We just did an album together.
It was finished just before we broke up. We might have to perform the songs
together at awards shows and things like that in the future, I’m not sure of
anything right now though.”

“That’s
something we’ll have to deal with, something you should know before we go any
farther. I’m a very territorial about my possessions. I don’t share
Shiane
, not ever.”

 
“I find myself in new territory here
though, because I’ve never cared about a woman’s past before, never cared how
many partners she had before me. With you I find that I hate this boy for
having had you. It’s silly I know, since you know of me, then you know that
I’ve not been a monk myself. I don’t know why I should feel this way, it just
is.”

I didn’t say
anything to that, what was there to say? Like he said I’d read of his exploits
along with the rest of America. He was a known lady’s man. Not necessarily a
skirt chaser, it seems they were usually the ones doing the chasing. None of
his encounters if I remember correctly had ever lasted more than a few months
at the most. Is that what he was after now?
because
if
it was, as much as I felt that strong pull for him, I don’t think I was ready
for a fling.

Something of
my inner thoughts must’ve shown on my face because he brought my attention back
to him with his next words. “Stop worrying, like I told you, whatever was in
the past is just that, the past.”

Could I ask
him outright what his intentions were, or would he find the question gauche and
immature? That as something else Donnie had accused me of. He’d said that my
ideals were old and outdated. Apparently it was against the new social norm to
actually want to have a meaningful relationship that lasted longer than the
time it took to scratch an itch.

“You said
there were some things that we needed to clear up before we went any farther,
well I think you should know I’m not into casual flings, I…”

“I think I got
that princess.” He didn’t say anything else for the longest while, just studied
me over his coffee mug.

“I don’t know
where this is going, not exactly, but I do know there isn’t going to be
anything casual about it.