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  “I want you to suck me off, baby,” he said and nipped at my lips. “I need to watch you take all eight inches of this cock in your mouth and own it.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “A blowjob,” he said and smiled wickedly. “Don’t play coy.”

  I blinked at him. He was asking – no, demanding – a blowjob. This was absurd.

  Absurd because something very dark and primal in me wanted to give it to him. I wanted to close my lips over his cock, see what he felt like, tasted like.

  I nodded and reached for his belt. With clumsy fingers I unbuckled it and pulled down his zipper. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers and wrapped my fingers around the thick flesh. When I pulled him free of his underwear, I gasped.

  He was bigger than I’d imagined and his cock was thick and smooth, hard under his silky skin, standing proudly up into the air. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his thighs so that his cock and his balls were free. His balls were large and heavy, covered in pubic hair that curled at the base of his dick. He was circumcised and the tip of his cock was slick with lust.

  “Oh, my God,” I breathed.

  Liam reached for my hair, stroking it. He looked so confident, so utterly unashamed to sit in front of me, his cock hard and straining into the air in the room that suddenly felt increasingly hotter.

  I moved from the couch onto the carpet. He opened his legs wide and I kneeled between them, his thighs on either side of my body. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and Liam groaned, sinking back into the couch.

  “Yeah, baby, suck on me real good,” he said.

  It was so dirty and so enticing. I leaned forward and closed my lips around his head. He groaned again and I moaned softly. The head alone was large and he tasted salty. The scent of his sex clung to his skin. It drove me wild, tugging at something dark and primitive. I slid my mouth over his cock, sucking on the head alone, testing it.

  “Oh, God, Harper, don’t let up, Kitten” he said, his hand on my head, fingers in my hair. I moved my head further down, letting his thick, hard shaft fill my mouth. He was so smooth and so hard, silk over steel and I played my tongue along his skin. When I did, he closed his hand in a fist around my hair.

  I moved my other hand to his balls and cupped them. I started bobbing my head faster and faster as I tried to take more of him. My gag reflex came to life, which only seemed to excite him more.

  “That’s it, babe,” he said. “Just keep up that rhythm.”

  I did, meeting my lips with my hand at the base of his cock. I didn’t know what I was doing but Liam seemed to like it. It influenced me, too. I was starting to get wet.

  I stopped when my jaw started hurting and moved back. “My jaw is killing me. You’re too big.”

  “No. I’m not, Angel.” He gripped his slick shaft and pumped it in his tight hold a few times. “I want you to taste me when I come.”

  I shivered and moved up closer. “I’ve never-”

  “Good. First time for everything.” Liam groaned and closed his eyes as he worked his thick, swollen cock until his breathing got off. The sight of him fucking himself for me was almost too much. I thought about slipping my hand into my panties and fingering myself over the edge so I could join him, but I didn’t want to miss the explosion.

  “Come for me,” I whispered and lifted up until my lips brushed by his balls.

  “Fuck. Suck one in your mouth and tug on it. Press your teeth to it a little” He glanced down at me and groaned as I did just as he asked.

  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that his fingers were wrapped in my hair from his free hand. He positioned his cock back toward my lips and pulled me closer, forcing half of it into my mouth as he came long and hard.

  Hot rivets of come pumped out of the tip and filled my mouth as he cried over and over. I swallowed and sucked hard, trying to get more. I’d never in my life done such a thing, but now that I was in the throes of passion, I wanted more of it. I wanted it all over me, on my tits, down my stomach, pooling in the folds of my pussy.

  He groaned one last time, move back and held out his hand and pulled me up as embarrassment rushed through me.

  “That was fantastic,” he said. I blushed harder. It was the first time I’d done it, and I hadn’t known what to do but somehow it worked out. His balls were empty, and my stomach was full. I wanted more, but it felt like overkill letting him know.

  “Come on,” Liam said. “Let’s eat. The food is in the kitchen.”

  He stood up, tugged at his belt like he was trying to rearrange himself in his pants before he led the way and I followed him.

  I had to be careful with this one. He was giving me all my firsts and that was dangerous. I could get my heart broken in a bad way.

  5

  Liam

  I didn’t call her right away. Even though I couldn’t get her off my mind – all the way from the mind-blowing blowjob she’d given me to the PG conversation we’d had afterward at dinner – I wasn’t that guy. I didn’t run after women. They ran after me.

  It had taken a hell of a lot of self-control. I’d wanted to call her from the moment she’d left. I liked the sound of her voice when she spoke to me. I wanted to kiss her whenever she said something interesting, which was all the time. I wanted to get to know her better.

  I hadn’t felt like this about a woman since Janine. My wife had been the most interesting person I’d met, someone that had reminded me that life wasn’t boring, that there were things out there that money couldn’t buy.

  When I’d lost her, I’d lost the marvel I’d had of the world.

  I’d felt a glimmer of that when I was with Harper. Of course, she would never be Janine. I wasn’t fooling myself into believing I’d found love. But I’d missed it so much that I wanted to spend as much time with it as I could for as long as I could.

  Even though I knew it probably wouldn’t last.

  God, and she was a virgin, too. Harper hadn’t been with another man. Judging by how careful she’d been about the blowjob she’d given me – even though it had been fantastic – she hadn’t done that to someone, either. I had thought that she had done everything but sex when she’d told me that she was a virgin at the café.

  But she was completely green.

  Which meant that I could show her everything. And God, wasn’t that a turn on? Showing her the ropes, guiding her through everything was another version of a man’s wet dream. I wanted to be the one to do that with her. There was no obligation to be her husband or anything – she’d said it was only because she hadn’t found the right one.

  Well, I could be the right one. I’d fucked so many women in my life I knew what I was doing. And this would be something different, something new.

  And I wouldn’t even treat her like just a piece of ass, either. A woman like Harper deserved better than that for her first time, even if I had no intention of marrying her.

  But I wanted her virginity. I wanted her firsts for everything – I’d already been the first in her mouth. I wanted to be the first in her pussy and then her ass. I’d work myself in nice and slow, lubing her up real nice and making sure she came for me on both occasions.

  God, just thinking about it made me hard again.

  At three that afternoon, I couldn’t hold out anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on work – my mind wandered to Harper and her body all the time – and I was over not taking that step and calling her. I left the office, got in my car and dialed her number as soon as I left the parking garage.

  The phone rang over my Bluetooth system and a moment later, she answered.

  “Liam,” she said right away and I could hear the smile in her voice.

  “Hello, beautiful,” I said and I could imagine her blushing when I did.

  “I was wondering when you would call.”

  “I couldn’t stay away. How’s your day going?”

  “Busy. Yours?”

  “Unproductive. You’re on my mind. What abo
ut a date?”

  She chuckled. “Aren’t we eager?” she said.

  “If you were me, you would be eager, too.” I rolled my eyes at myself but she chuckled again. I was winning. “I have an event for work tomorrow night. It’s a big deal so I can’t miss it. Come with me?”

  She hesitated. “I don’t know what to say,” she said.

  “Say yes,” I said.

  She chuckled again. “You’re very demanding,” she said.

  “I know what I want, and I usually get it. You’ll be no different.” I answered her.

  “Okay,” she said, sounding a little unsure. “What kind of event is it?”

  I smiled. “It’s a formal event so you should wear something for the occasion. I’ll send a car for you. I’ll send you the rest of the details later today.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she said again, and I could hear her smiling. Score.

  When we hung up, I sighed. I pulled into the garage and walked into the house through the kitchen entrance.

  I was going to get her into bed with me. It had become my mission. I wanted to fuck Harper. I wanted to take her virginity. I was going to take her in every position and I was going to make sure that she wouldn’t regret losing it to me.

  I got lost in the thought of her body. I hadn’t seen her naked, yet – she’d been almost fully dressed at the club when I’d fingered her in the bathroom and when she was here for dinner I had asked her to take care of me – but I would, soon. Until then, I had my imagination to carry me through. I imagined her tits were fantastic. They were each larger than my hands. It was safe to say Harper was more than a handful. And her ass – God, her ass. I imagined her on top of me, rocking back and forth on my cock, my hands on her ass. Or having her bent over in front of me, her ass jiggling back and forth as I fucked her.

  Yeah, that was going to happen. It wasn’t a maybe, it had come down to when.

  My phone rang, yanking me out of my daydream. My dick was hard in my pants and I stuck my hand in them, shifting it to make myself more comfortable.

  “Yeah?” I asked when I saw who was calling. Sarah, my PA, sounded apologetic.

  “I hate to bother you, Mr. Young, but we have an emergency at the office.”

  “What is it?” I asked, irritated. I didn’t want to go back to the office. I wanted to stay home and fantasize about Harper. I wanted to daydream about filthy sex and stolen virginities.

  “It’s got to do with one of our editors,” Sarah said. “I don’t know how to handle that, and with the event so soon, I thought it would be best to contact you.”

  I sighed. “I’m on my way.”

  Sarah was waiting for me at my desk when I arrived back at the office and she looked worried.

  “Talk to me,” I said to her.

  She handed me a stack of papers. I took it from her and leafed through them.

  “What am I looking at?” I asked. “Is this about Turner again?”

  “We’re worried that it is,” Sarah said.

  I looked at the stack of papers again. Lately, information went missing. At a publishing company it didn’t sound like such a big deal, but with referencing and fact checking being important, if things went wrong it was my ass on the line.

  Lisa Turner had been a question for a while, but she wasn’t someone I could deal with right now. The upcoming event was important for publicity, if it came out that something wasn’t right, the press would eat us alive.

  “I’ve noted this as a problem,” I said to Sarah, “but we need to keep it under wraps. At least until after tomorrow’s event. Who else knows about this?”

  “It’s only me and Reggie,” she said. “The moment I noticed something was wrong, I called you.”

  “That’s good,” I said.

  Sarah was a brilliant PA – quiet and reserved loyal to the end. We hadn’t gotten along at first, but now I wouldn’t have anyone else by my side in the workplace. Occasionally, an extraordinary woman came along. When that happened, you had to hold onto them.

  It brought me back to Harper. I was looking forward to seeing her at the event tomorrow night. I would deal with this business on Monday, I wouldn’t let it bother me or jeopardize my company. I wouldn’t let it fuck up my night. I was going to enjoy myself, I was going to spend time with Harper and come Monday morning would do what I needed to do.

  All of this was manageable. There were certain things in my life that I could control. My work was one of them. It made the uncontrollable things a little more bearable.

  It would never change the pain that flooded back with the difficulties from the past, but things were looking up. My work was going well and with someone like Harper in my life, things had taken an interesting turn.

  I was eager to see her again.

  6

  Harper

  I was at Exchange again with Sierra. I wasn’t with Liam at his business event, where I was supposed to be. I’d stood him up.

  And it was a bitch move, but I’d suddenly gotten terrified of him. I’d thought about him – I’d had a dream about him where he’d fucked me and walked away – and when I’d woken up I’d been scared that this was what it was all about.

  Sure, the dinner had been great, he’d shared a bit of his life with me and he’d told me about Kenna. But every time we saw each other we made out, or worse. Fingering, blowjobs… where was this going to lead?

  I couldn’t let him have my virginity and then watch him walk away. But Liam was trouble – when I was around him it was hard to say no to him. So the best thing was to stay away from him, completely.

  Sierra and I had decided to come out again, instead. I wanted to drink and forget. She wanted to flirt. We were young, unattached, with no reason to stay home.

  We were on the dancefloor. Sierra was grinding up to some guy again but tonight, it was just me, doing my own thing. I wanted to forget. I wanted to lose myself to alcohol and music. Since I’d met Liam I’d been feeling a little disoriented, a little off balance. I blamed him for that.

  I had had my life sorted out until he’d come along. I liked my job, I’d moved to LA to pursue my dreams. I didn’t need an asshole with an eager dick to screw that up for me. Even if the asshole was hot. And a billionaire. And really not an asshole at all.

  No.

  I closed my eyes and let the music move through me.

  Someone came up behind me, a presence at my back.

  “You ditched me,” he whispered in my ear and I shivered. Liam had found me but it wasn’t creepy. It wasn’t scary. In fact, it was hot. I was turned on almost right away. Fuck, I was tipsy again, at least. Was alcohol always going to betray me like this?

  When I turned around, I took in the sight of him. He was still dressed in his suit pants and a collared shirt but the top button was undone with no tie, his shirt sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, shirt tails untucked. He looked like someone who had gotten distracted halfway through getting undressed.

  Shit, I wasn’t going to be able to look at him without feeling that delicious pull of sexual attraction, was I?

  “So?” he asked, leaning in so I could hear him over the music. Having him this close made me feel wobbly. “Where were you?”

  I swallowed. I didn’t know what to say to him. I couldn’t very well tell him that I was sure he was going to make it a hit and run.

  Liam stepped closer to me, his body pressed against mine and my breath hitched in my throat. He had an effect on me that left me breathless; that left me wanting him, every time. Trouble.

  “Come home with me, Harper,” he said in my ear, his lips just in front of my ear, his lips hot on my skin. I shivered.

  “How did you know I was here?” I asked without answering his question. I needed time to think about it. I needed to stall.

  Liam pulled away a little and looked at me. I was glad, it gave me a chance to clear my head a little. He was intoxicating.

  “Joel is here. He saw you and told me.”

  Right.


  “Where’s Kenna?”

  “My mom is at my house, watching her. She’ll be in bed by now.”

  “Come home with me,” he said again. I was running out of things to ask. I was running out of reasons not to. I couldn’t call him a creep because he wasn’t. I couldn’t say he was an asshole because I’d been the bitch, and I couldn’t find another reason not to go with him.

  “Let me tell Sierra,” I said and turned away from him. I found my friend and told her what was happening.

  “Are you sure?” Sierra asked.

  No, I wasn’t. I nodded at her. “I’ll make my own way home,” I said.

  Sierra hugged me. “Be careful,” she said.

  I hugged her back. I had to be a lot more than just careful with Liam, but somehow I was already past the point of no return. I walked out of the club with Liam and the little voice at the back of my mind was screaming at me again. I knew I was going to do something I didn’t have the capacity to say no to, when I was with him. I knew I was playing with fire. I’d told myself from the start that Liam was bad news.

  But I couldn’t stay away from him. When he was with me, all I wanted was to be with him. Whether it was infatuation or just sexual attraction, it was so real I couldn’t ignore it.

  I was going to go home with him because no matter what my arguments were when I was away from him, the moment I was with him, it didn’t matter what the question was. My answer would always be yes.

  7

  Liam

  I had no idea what to think of her. She ditched me again and again and all I could do was run after her. That from a man that didn’t chase women. But, this was different. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I wanted her. I had to have her.

  Whenever she ran away from me, it gave my ego a knock. Every time I had to get her back, not just because she was fucking hot and I wanted her, but because it was a matter of pride.