Rescued By the Billionaire by Lisa Kaatz

9

It felt like hours passed before Lincoln finally said something. In reality, it had probably been a handful of seconds.

A handful of seconds of stunned, awkward silence.

You would have thought I’d just asked him to help me murder someone and hide the body, the way he was looking at me.

“Please say something,” I begged in a small voice. “You can say no. It won’t hurt my feelings. Really.”

“I just…” Lincoln stared at me. “I don’t even know where to begin. How old are you? How are you still a virgin?”

“I’m twenty-six,” I answered. “And...I wasn’t really into sex until recently. I’m not a very sexual person.”

“As in?” he asked.

“As in, sex wasn’t really something I’ve wanted to try before,” I said. “Before I met you, that is.”

“Not even once?” he asked. “You never felt the urge? What about when you were with your boyfriends, didn’t you ever want to take things further?”

“I’ve never had a boyfriend either,” I said. “So there wasn’t really anything to take further, so to speak. I’d never even had a kiss before I met you.”

“Shit. Holy shit!”

Lincoln pushed me gently off his lap and stood up, pacing the length of the room, hands raking through his hair.

“Look,” I said, sitting down. “You don’t have to say yes. There’s no pressure. You were the one who said you wanted to help.”

“Yeah, I meant like letting you sleep in my guest bedroom for a few weeks or lending you some money,” he said with a laugh. “Not...that.”

“If it’s such a gross idea to you,” I said hotly. “Forget it then. I don’t even want to do it anymore.”

“It’s not gross,” he said. “Sleeping with you isn’t gross. The things I’ve thought about doing to you since I met you, Abby... I just…”

He drifted off, staring off into space.

“Abby, I care about you,” he said. “I can’t just...sleep with you and then have you leave me tonight and move away like this. It’s just...it’s not right.”

“I don’t really have another option, Lincoln,” I sighed.

“Yes! You do!” he shouted, whirling around. “I’ve given you every option you could imagine! You’re just too proud and too stubborn to accept my help.”

“It’s charity,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s a handout.”

“It’s friendship,” he shot back. “Friendship and more. Because Abby, I do want more. Believe me. I would love to take you - tonight. Right now. Here on this table. But knowing you’re just going to get up and leave like it means nothing to you? I can’t do that. Not with you.”

“It wouldn’t mean nothing to me,” I said. “It would mean everything to me. Don’t you understand that? Why do you think I’m asking you? Why do you think I let you do...what we did before?”

My cheeks were getting hot just thinking about it.

“Give me a month,” he said, turning to me. “Give me a month, and I’ll take you on this table right now. Or however you want it.”

“A month of what?” I asked.

“Staying in the city, letting me help find you a job,” he said determinedly.

“Lincoln.”

“A month,” he said. “And I’ll do it. Then we both get what we want. It’s a win-win.”

“A week,” I said.

“That’s not even long enough for you to interview and sign the paperwork,” he retorted. “A month.”

“Two weeks,” I said.

“A month,” he said.

“Why are we even arguing about this?” I said, throwing up  my hands. “Why am I even trying to negotiate with you?”

“Good question,” Lincoln said. “Take the month.”

“Three weeks, and that’s all,” I said.

“A month.”

“Lincoln.”

“Fine,” he said with a growl. “Three weeks.”

And then he pounced on me, scooping me up in his arms and lifting me off of my feet as though I was weightless to him.

“You’ll see,” he murmured into my neck. “We’ll find you a job. You’ll stay here. Find a new place.”

“Or stay at my old place,” I said.

“With the creep? No. Absolutely not.”

“It’s one of the cheapest places in the city,” I said.

“For a reason,” he said.

I rolled my eyes as he climbed the stairs, throwing me over his shoulder. My hair tumbled out of what was left in the bun I’d been wearing.

He turned a corner and opened a door that led to his bedroom, lifting me up and throwing me backwards on the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he crawled over me, arms on either side of me, leaning over me to kiss me hard on the lips.

“How have you made it this far,” he murmured, his mouth dragging down the side of my neck and to my collarbone, hot breath fogging up my skin. “Without doing this.”

A lump formed in my throat. I knew why I’d waited so long. Why I wore clothes that concealed my figure. But I didn’t want to talk about any of that right now. Lincoln didn’t know me. He didn’t know my past. Who I used to be. Where I’d been.

And that’s what made this so perfect.

So I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled him back up to me, kissing him fiercely on the mouth, wanting him to drown out the noise that had started up again. Tonight wasn’t a night for doubts or overthinking. I just wanted to feel good. I wanted to shed the “virgin” label at last, solidifying my new identity in this city. Maybe Lincoln was right. Maybe he could get me an art job. Or at give me a place to stay while I found another waitressing job.

I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow or next month. I didn’t want to know. To care. For one night, I wanted to stop thinking.

His hands traveled over the contours of my body, squeezing urgently and roughly. He tugged hard at the collar of my shirt, snapping it open as buttons flew in all directions.

I giggled.

“This isn’t my shirt,” I laughed. “You’re going to have to buy Jeffrey a new one.”

“You can tell Jeffrey I don’t like you wearing his things,” he said darkly.

I rolled my eyes. Was he actually jealous?

He pushed the ruined shirt aside, off of my shoulders and arms, and tossed it aside. He looked down at me, fingers dragging over my breasts through the thin black bra I wore, then squeezing roughly. I moaned, arching my back forward to him. I just wanted more of him. More of what? I didn’t know. It was all new to me. But Lincoln seemed to know exactly where to touch me.

“You’re going to have to tell me,” he said. “If I’m going too fast for you. Or too hard.”

I nodded, and he dipped his head down to plant a kiss between my breasts, hands diving behind me and unhooking the bra easily. He tossed it to the side and slid his palms over my newly freed breasts, barely grazing my tight, hardened nipples. It was so soft, yet tortuous. I wanted more. I arched back up, longing for more pressure, more friction. He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down, a sly smile on his lips. He was so beautiful. So cruel.

“Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” he asked.

I didn’t know. I shook my head and closed my eyes, reopened them when I felt Lincoln tugging at my pants, stripping them off of my legs and then grabbing roughly at the waistband of my underwear - a small black thong - pulling it over my ankles and off. Thrown aside, like everything else. Discarded as though useless to him, as though he couldn’t stand to have anything between him and my body.

I was completely naked beneath him now, and he was still fully clothed in a dress shirt and tie, expensive watch glinting at his wrist, silver belt buckle glimmering in the dim light of his bedroom lamp and the moonlight spilling in through the silver curtains to the left.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sitting at my feet. His eyes scanned hungrily over my body, taking me in. I blushed. I felt so exposed, with him just looking at me like this. Not touching. Just looking.

I sat up in the bed, leaning over to him.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said. I pulled his tie from his collar and unbuttoned his shirt, taking time to kiss every newly exposed inch of his torso that the button revealed. He worked at his cufflinks - because of course, he wore cufflinks to a dinner date - setting them on the bedside table next to us.

Once I finished the last button, I slowly pushed his shirt from his shoulders. He was incredible. His broad shoulders were deeply tanned and sculpted with muscles. The rippled below his skin when he moved. He breathed quickly and unevenly, adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat without rhythm. Like it was taking everything that he had not to lose all control, to be still, to go slowly for me. For my sake.

With shaking fingers I reached for his belt. He put up a hand, stopping me, and stood up, unbuckling it with care and slowly pulling it from his belt loops, doubling the thick leather of the belt over in his hand. He looked at me and the set the belt aside, never losing eye contact with me as he unbuttoned his pants, hooking his fingers into his pants and boxers and pushing them down his hips at the same time.

I couldn’t look away. I’d seen naked men before. In drawing classes, with models. In foreign movies, where the casual frontal nudity never ceased to take me by surprise. And of course, in the porn that I didn’t like to admit that I watched.

But I’d never seen an erect cock in person before. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, just stared hungrily at it. The way that it moved and bounced when he took a step towards the bed, kneeling on the mattress in front of me.

“You look worried,” he said, stroking my thigh. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I said breathily. “I want to do this. Please.”

He looked at me for another moment, as though searching for a sign of doubt or regret.

“Once we do this,” he said. “It can’t be undone.”

“I know,” I said. “I want it. I want you to do this. Make love to me. Take my virginity. I want it to be you, Lincoln. I trust you.”

He frowned a little, a temporary crease forming between his brows. But it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced with a slight smile.

“This is going to feel good,” he said. “Don’t be afraid. Just tell me if - ”

“If you hurt me or if I want to stop,” I finished for him. “Yes, Lincoln, I know! I will! Please, just fuck me already!”

This seemed to do the trick. He dipped his head down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his thumb drew slow, sensual circles around my other nipple. Then he switched, flicking my wetted nipple in his fingers while I drew the other one into his mouth, sucking hard, biting slightly, taking me to the edge of a place I didn’t know existed.

His hands were everywhere at once. In my hair, groping my breasts, squeezing my hips and cupping my ass. He sent fingers between my thighs, stroking my wet slit the way he had started to the last time I’d been to his apartment. This time, I opened my legs wide for him, drawing him in, wanting to feel more of him than ever before. Wanting to show him things I’d never shown anyone.

He plunged a finger into my wetness and I cried out, grabbing onto his bare shoulders as I adjusted to the feeling. Slowly he began pumping his finger in and out of me, stroking me deeply from the inside, the tension climbing higher and higher as he caressed me, my juices soaking his hand and running down my ass and onto his sheets beneath me. I’d never been this wet before in my entire life.

While his hand continued to pump, he leaned down and took my nipple between his teeth, biting down and pulling it up and away. I groaned. It hurt. But I couldn’t decide if it hurt enough to ask him to stop, because just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of it, he would relent, releasing it slightly and letting me catch my  breath before taking it again roughly between his teeth and pulling, torturing me.

His heavy cock was pressed against my leg and his hand was becoming rougher, pushing into me harder and harder. He came up for air, his chest heaving as he panted over me and he looked down, pulling his finger out slowly before taking two fingers this time and sliding them in slowly.

“You are so tight,” he murmured, watching my face contort in pain and pleasure as he pushed deeper inside of me, filling me up more than anything had ever filled me before. I opened my legs wider for him, letting him take more of me. I wanted it all. I wanted all of him, and all that sex had to offer for me. Let the thing that I’d been afraid of for so long overtake and confront it, head-on.

“Please,” I cried, not even knowing what I wanted. For him to stop? No. For him to keep going? I didn’t know.

He pulled his fingers out of me and cleaned them off in his mouth, licking me from his fingers while he stared into my eyes, tasting me. Then he bent over on the bed, kneeling at my body like an altar, and slid his tongue from the bottom to the top of my sex, then back down again. Up and down he went, slow at first, then faster, pushing into me with his wet tongue and gripping my hips tightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and pulling me closer to him, holding me down in place while I writhed on the bed in ecstasy.

I let go, shouting at the ceiling nonsensical things and wordless exclamations as he took me to climax, sinking his fingers into me when I reached the top and sucking at my nub. My eyes rolled back in my head, back arched high. When I came back down, I felt dizzy and light. Lincoln kissed me hard on the mouth and I tasted myself on his lips as he plunged his tongue in my mouth the way he’d plunged it inside of me just moments before.

His cock was hard and throbbing against my sex, sliding against the opening, back and forth. His arms were planted on either side of me and I gripped his biceps desperately, as though holding onto him would somehow keep me grounded. I could feel the pleasure rising in me again, like a coil tightening and begging to be released.

“Please,” I said again. It seemed to be the only word that came to mind when Lincoln touched me.

“Not yet,” he said, rocking his hips against me.

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” I groaned.

“Good.”