The Billionaire Babe

28. Valerie

The ride on AJ’s Harley is freeing and gives me a chance to clear my mind a little. I have no idea where we are going; the streets on this side of town are not ones I have been down before. I feel at ease on the back, my arms wrapped around him, his hand permanently holding my knee. He rubs his thumb across it, his touch tender and in complete contrast to the man himself. As we pull up to a small apartment complex, I take it all in. It is dark-brown brick and on the older side. There are no garden beds or flower boxes. Graffiti is painted across a small house on the other side of the street, but otherwise it seems clean and nondescript.

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” AJ says gruffly, taking my hand as I step off the bike, then leading me inside. My anger and frustrations from the garden party have settled, but his shoulders seem a little higher, his jaw clenched. I look out once more to the road and see a black town car pull up slowly. It wouldn’t usually be something I notice, but it looks out of place here, and I stop. AJ looks back at me and follows my gaze.

“Friends of yours?” he asks, and I get a partial view of the plate number and swallow. They are Van Cleef Security. It should make me feel better, but I have never had security before. Even when I had a stalker after college, my father still didn’t offer any help by way of security, and I guess I followed his advice so I never arranged any for myself. Not even all these years later, even though my father never goes anywhere without a full security team. But there is no mistake, that car is Van Cleef Corp Security.

“No,” I say, swallowing. “Not my friends.” I can’t count on anyone in the business like that anymore. I turn my head back to him and he looks at me, his face in a scowl, clearly unhappy before he pulls me along again. We go through the glass door and walk up cement stairs. The hallway is clutter free, painted in a shade of light blue, reminding me of an old hospital or somewhere just as clinical.

“We’re here,” AJ growls, and I watch him as he unlocks and opens the door to apartment 3B, seemingly tense and a bit nervous. I was so much in my own head, I hadn’t given any thought to me turning up at the gym and then demanding I come back to his place. But he walks in and holds the door open, so I follow.

The first thing that hits me is that it is small. The kitchen is tiny but clean and with everything you need. There is no dining table. There’s just a small sofa and a TV with a timber coffee table between the two. There is a glass sliding door that opens to a small balcony, but the view is only of the neighboring apartment block and another brown brick wall. There is really nothing here. No books, no photos, no artwork or decor. As I walk through, I take it all in.

“It isn’t Harborside, I know,” he says, and I spin and look at him. Is he worried about what I think?

“Harborside is a little overrated,” I say as I watch him. He looks down at me slightly, and I take in a breath. I’m not sure where my newfound sexual confidence comes from, but I silently unbutton my blazer and slide it off my shoulder, throwing it over his sofa. It’s been a tough day, and I need him.

“The view here is getting better already.” His eyes burn into me as he rubs his mouth with his hand.

“What about now?” I ask, slipping my singlet top off and over my head, throwing it on his sofa as well.

“Hmmmm…” His voice rumbles deep and low, but his body remains unmoving, watching me like a hawk from afar. I don’t stop as I open my tailored trousers and let them fall to the floor and I am left in my heels and a new red matching set of underwear.

“It’s new. Your favorite color,” I say to him from where I stand. I trail my fingers slowly across the top of my bra cup, and I see him swallow, his jaw tight as he leans against the kitchen counter a few feet away. “I got it for you.” My heart races. I saw this matching set in La Perla and scoffed at myself for even thinking of owning something as sexy as this, but after spending time with AJ, I ordered it online the very next day.

He pushes off the counter and walks toward me, a deep scowl on his face. I hold my breath because he looks angry, but then he always does. Once he’s standing before me, our chests almost touch, and he looks down at me, his eyes searing into mine. Then he does something startling. He falls to his knees. His hands run over my sides on the way down, pulling the soft lace from my hips, my underwear falling down my legs and I step out of them quickly.

“These are now mine,” he growls, putting them in his pocket, and then his large hands smooth up the back of my legs, cupping my ass. “This pussy is also mine.” His nose brushes my pelvic bone as he skirts his lips around my skin.

“I’m all yours. No one else”s,” I whisper, my hand coming to rest in his hair, massaging his scalp, and I see his eyes flutter closed. It feels good to say the words. It”s my choice to give myself to AJ. No one has ordered it. No one has demanded it. He wants me and I want him. It is simple. Just like how life is meant to be. We haven’t spoken about us, what we are doing, what we want to be. But there is no other man I want to be with right now, and clearly, he feels the same. His lips start trailing across my skin and he kisses his way down my hip. When his mouth hits my center, I gasp as he dives in with his tongue.

“Oh…” I moan, biting my bottom lip, my hand now gripping into his hair, trying not to stumble.

“I needed this… I needed you,” I whine. The minute he is on me, everything else is forgotten. Whenever I am with him, all I think about is him. His large hand squeezes my butt cheek, pulling me to his face. I nearly lose my footing, until his other hand squeezes my other cheek, and I lean forward a little, both my hands now in his hair for support.

“This is… this is so good… you are sooo good at this,” I moan, my hips moving a little against his face, and I tilt my head up, enjoying the moment. I have had men go down on me before. But never like this. Never at my feet. He lifts my leg slightly and throws it over his shoulder, his tongue delving in deeper, and my breath shudders as my body quivers.

“AJ… oh God… oh God… oh God…” I am not making any sense because everything in my mind flew out the minute his lips touched me. But he doesn’t stop. With one hand he holds my lower back, pulling me closer; with the other, he grabs my other leg and puts it over his other shoulder. He is still on his knees, but I am piggybacking him, with my front to his face as I tremble.

His hold on me is firm, and he growls as his face remains buried, and this is yet another position I never knew existed and already want to do again and again. I remain balanced, sitting on his shoulders, but I don’t know how, because my hips continue to move into his face, my breathing labored, so much so, my chest is expanding and contracting at speed. My head rolls around, pure ecstasy the only feeling I have, knowing I am safe in his arms. That he will never let me fall.

“I’m going to come… I’m going to…” I pant before my orgasm rolls through me, my body shaking as he sucks on my clit hard and flicks with his tongue. He moans, the sound vibrating on my sensitive skin, and I slump forward a little, still holding on to the back of his head so I don’t collapse in a heap on the floor. I try to catch my breath as he pulls away slightly.

“Let’s go,” he says, full of life, his hold on my ass hard, keeping me firmly with him.

“AJ!” I squeal as he stands, keeping my legs over his shoulders, and I hang on for dear life as he walks around his sofa and into his bedroom like I weigh nothing. He throws me on the bed, my body bouncing, and I watch him rip his t-shirt off over his head and drop his shorts quicker than I can take another breath.

“Get on your hands and knees. Hang on to the headboard, sweetheart,” he growls, and I immediately turn around, doing exactly what he says. I feel the bed move as he comes closer. He unclips my bra and it falls down my arms, landing at my elbows, my hands now holding the headboard tight. “This is going to be hard and fast, baby, because I can’t fucking wait to be inside my beautiful wet, warm pussy.” His finger circles my clit and runs up and down my center, spreading the wetness that is already building. My anticipation is so high, I can barely breathe, so I nod to him, and his hands grip on to my waist as he thrusts inside.

I cry out at the feeling of him, his size, his power, and with nothing I can do but hang on, I grip on to the headboard and let him have his way. His thrusts are strong and fast, and my breath catches in my throat, my eyes rolling back into my head. It feels so good. Having him like this makes me feel amazing, his urgency all for me.

“Fuck, this pussy is perfect. This fucking beautiful pussy of yours is squeezing my cock so hard right now…” he gasps as his thrusts becomes faster and harder.

“Yes… yes… oh… AJ…” I breathe out in reply as my body jolts on the bed, feeling my heart race and my core quiver. I love his dirty talk.

“My fucking beautiful girl, such a good girl. Look at you taking me. Fuck, I could do this all fucking day. All day, I could fuck you and still want to do it over and over again…”

I bite my lip, moaning. The bed is moving, banging against the wall. I have no idea if he has neighbors, but if so, they are not getting any rest during this late afternoon. My bra hangs loosely on my arms, hitting me in the face with each thrust, but I don’t care.

“AJ… AJ…” I pant, not able to form any other words. I feel out of control, yet perfectly calm at the same time.

“That’s it, sweetheart… feel me between your legs, feel me owning your pussy, your body… fucking perfect.” One hand grips on to my hip tighter, the other one running around my front and grabbing my breast. “These tits, fuck, these tits are my favorite,” he says, squeezing my breast and pulling at my nipple before his hand grips back on to my hip.

“AJ… I can’t… AJ!” I cry, feeling my orgasm build. Sweat forms on my body, my hands white-knuckled, and I am loving every minute of it.

“That’s it, baby, arch your back for me…” He groans as my body arches slightly and his hand lands in my hair. He pulls at it a little, bringing my head back to almost meet his and he slams his lips into mine, but his thrusts don’t stop for even a second. I start to whimper in his mouth. “Fucking beg me, sweetheart, beg for it,” he grits out against my lips, clearly almost to the edge of no return himself.

“AJ, please…” I beg, my voice high-pitched and not my own.

“Please what, baby?” He likes playing this game just as much as I do.

“Please fuck me until I come… Fuck me, AJ,” I say, not making any sense, but his grip tightens even more, and his hand leaves my hair to go straight to my clit, where he pinches.

“Come for me, sweetheart, fucking come on my cock.” And I do. I scream so loud, I am almost hoarse, the feeling of him grabbing my hips, thrusting into me, his hand on my clit, the sting of my hair, our skin slapping, all of it like a perfect Mozart and my body can’t take it.

“AJ!!” I scream, as my body convulses, the adrenaline, the orgasm, the stress, all the buildup inside me now released. AJ growls low and deep as his thrusts speed up even move, his hands holding me tight.

“Fucking perfect… fucking mine, Val. You’re fucking all mine.” He grinds into me, shooting his release inside. We slow our movements, his hands continuing to squeeze, before he releases his grip and caresses my skin. His lips meet my shoulder as we both drop to the mattress, gasping. The two of us lie naked, quiet, and breathless for a beat, then he pulls me to him, sliding me across the sheets, turning me over onto my back as he leans up and hovers above me.

He looks serious, his eyes looking deep into mine as his hand cups my jaw, keeping our eyes on each other. “You are mine now, Valerie. No other man will touch you,” he says, almost like it is a promise, before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing my lips to his. His kisses hit me so deep, I never want to come up for air.