Billion Dollar Mistake by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 9

JOLENE

I’d felt like kind of an idiot. I mean, what the hell kind of seduction was that? I couldn’t even call it a seduction – the word implied a sort of finesse, a way of leading things to the bedroom without ever broaching the topic. What I’d done was the opposite of seduction, straight-up asking the guy to make a move. I might as well have spread my legs and pointed down below with an impatient look on my face.

Clumsy as it had been, however, my words had made it happen. The moment his lips touched mine all I could think about was how damn good it felt to have Sawyer right there with me, his big, strong hands on my face as he kissed me slowly, deeply. I couldn’t even count how many times I’d fantasized about this moment.

It was finally coming true.

The kiss was unhurried at first, Sawyer not rushing things. I was relieved at his pace, his deep, lingering kisses letting me know that he wasn’t planning on simply scooping me off the couch, tossing me onto the bed, and rushing things along.

Not that I would’ve had a problem with that, of course. If he wanted to take me hard and fast, well, that would be perfectly fine with me, too.

I preferred the way he was taking his time, how he seemed to sense that it’d been a while since I’d been with a man that way. Maybe he’d picked up on the subtext of my story about the date; how it implied I was perhaps so picky with men that it led to matters being a little depressing on the bedroom front.

My mind raced. His mouth opened slowly, Sawyer’s tongue moving past my lips in a way that made goosebumps break out all over my body, made me tingle with total delight. The wine was on his lips, his deliciously musky scent wrapping around me, pulling me close to him. The longer we kissed, the more I wanted. In the back of my mind, I’d kept the notion of not going all the way with Sawyer. However, a few minutes into that kiss and it was obvious there’d be no point in resisting.

Why would I? It was my damn teenaged fantasy after all.

His hands moved from my face to my shoulders, staying there for a moment or two before sliding down, passing over my breasts, and pressing against them just enough to make my nipples go hard. His fingers traced the outline of my bra, then his hands traveled over my stomach and came to a rest on my hips, squeezing them and pulling me closer to him, our bodies flush together.

The man knew what he was doing, knew how to take a woman on a journey. I couldn’t wait to get swept away by him.

The soft, wet sounds of our kissing filled the air as he took one hand from my hips and placed it on the back of my head, weaving his thick fingers through my hair. I sighed through the kiss, the sensations of it so intense that I needed a moment to compose myself.

Sawyer didn’t let up. When I took my lips from his to bring in a few breaths, his mouth went to that little spot underneath my ear. He kissed me there, more tingles exploding across my body. Then his lips moved over the curve of my neck, finishing with a few long, slow kisses over my collarbone.

“You’re really good at this.” It was a hell of an understatement. We hadn’t taken so much as a single sock off, and I was already soaking wet, feeling like an orgasm might blast through me the second he touched me down below.

He grinned as he brought his lips back up to mine.

“Or maybe you just inspire it in me.”

That was the thing about being with a guy like Sawyer – you never knew what was real, and what was a line. What was he doing to me that he’d already done with hundreds of women before? Had he kissed me in that little spot underneath my ear because he sensed that I’d love it? Or was that merely one of his go-to tricks?

Hell, did it even matter? Not like I was planning on asking him to marry me after tonight. No, he was merely some guy from my past who I’d have a fun night with and that’d be the end of it. So what if he was putting me on a ride of sorts, like a computer running a program. That only meant I’d close my eyes afterwards and sleep the blissful, worn-out sleep of a woman who’d been given exactly what she wanted.

I sighed, slipping my hand into his thick hair, and bringing his lips back to mine. By that point I was ready for more than just kissing. One hand on the back of his head, I let the other fall between his thighs, landing on his thick, solid manhood. It took no more than an instant of my hand being on his cock to know he had more than enough down there to make me very happy.

I couldn’t wait to give him the chance.

Sawyer returned the favor, putting his right hand on the small of my back and holding me in place as the other worked the button of my jeans and opened it, pulling the zipper down and revealing the blue lace of the panties I had on underneath – panties that were soaking wet. While I rubbed him through his slacks, Sawyer took our encounter to the next level, slipping his hand under the waistband of my panties and moving down over the thatch of hair below.

When he finally touched me, I felt like I might detonate with pleasure.

My eyes went wide as he spread my slick lips open and pressed his fingertip against my clit. I took my hand from his cock and grabbed onto his thick arm through his shirt – there was no way in hell I’d be able to focus on stroking him with the way he was touching me.

His other hand stayed on the small of my back as he made slow, tight circles around my clit with his fingertip. The man was an expert, each circle pushing me to another level of pleasure. After spending some time teasing my clit, he seemed to know the exact moment when to move, to let the pressure release a little. His fingers moved down, two of them entering me and gently moving deep inside, my pussy so wet that I was able to easily accommodate him.

He curled his fingers and penetrated me again and again. A single thought occurred to me – Sawyer Williams was inside of me. It was like a schoolgirl fantasy come to life.

“That feel good?” he asked, leaning in closely and whispering into my ear. “That feel good when I touch you like that?”

It was as if he’d sensed that I was getting too into my own head and wanted to bring me back to the moment. Or maybe he just wanted some dirty talk.

“So…so damn good.”

He moved in and out of me a few more times before removing his fingers. A tinge of disappointment ran through me as he did, and I already missed the sensation of him being inside of me. When he gave his attention back to my clit, that feeling quickly subsided.

“I want you to come for me,” he said. “Are you ready?”

Something about his voice, low and confident, as if he could sense by my moans and pants that I was right there on the edge, pushed me over into total pleasure. The orgasm ripped through me, my head tilting back as I let out a series of expressive moans. Heat exploded from where Sawyer was touching me, my legs shaking from the intensity of it.

When I was done, I let my head fall forward onto his broad, round shoulder. My chest rose up and down as I tried to collect myself.

“I hope you’re ready for more,” he said. “Because after watching that I’m ready to do unspeakable things to you.”

A small smile curled my lips. Just like that, I was ready to go again, but I wanted more than him simply touching me.

Sawyer stood up in front of me, his stiff cock straining against the fabric of his slacks. For a moment, I wondered if he was silently guiding me to do something with my mouth – an idea that was more than a little enticing. Instead, he reached down and put his hands on my hips, lifting me off the couch with surprising ease.

I let out a cry of surprise as he scooped me into his arms, a cry that he sealed with a kiss before carrying me out of the room.

“Where’s the bed?” he asked, hunger in his voice.

“Down the hall, the door on your right. You’re, um, not going to need to worry about getting lost.” I had to admit, I was still a touch embarrassed about having Sawyer over. His Porsche was parked outside, and no doubt my humble home, as much as I loved it, was nothing compared to wherever he lived.

As soon as we stepped into the bedroom, I forgot all about such insecurities. He set me down on the bed with the same ease he’d picked me up, and it was on. We kissed like wild, our hands flying over one another’s bodies as we stripped each other down to our underwear. Soon, I was in nothing but my blue panties and matching bra, Sawyer in a pair of black boxer briefs, his long cock tenting the clingy fabric.

His body was something else. He was cut and toned, his muscles big and thick but not to bodybuilder proportions – I’d never been into guys that size, anyway.

I placed my hands on his pecs, kissing him again as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra with a quick, effortless motion, my breasts tumbling out. We kissed more and more until finally I shimmied my panties down my legs and kicked them off as he pulled down his underwear. Sawyer’s manhood was something else. He was long and thick and more than I’d ever seen in person before – though it wasn’t like I had much of a mental database of cocks to compare it to.

Without thinking, I wrapped my hand around it, its girth almost too much for my fingers. I stroked him slowly as he kissed my face, my neck, my breasts. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, his head grazing my lips so tantalizingly close to being inside of me that I could hardly think straight.

As he loomed over top of me, he glanced down, a smile spreading across his face.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just admiring how stunning you are.”

I felt relieved, and quickly realized that it hadn’t been the adult me that had asked the question – it’d been the dorky, high school version of me that couldn’t imagine a guy like Sawyer being interested in a girl like me.

“Thanks.” I pushed my doubts aside and allowed myself to become lost in the moment. Sawyer was over top of me, his sculpted body on full display, his cock ready to be inside of me. I wasn’t about to waste a second dwelling in old insecurities.

I was ready. I reached down and took his thick, throbbing cock into my hand and guided him closer and closer. Right at the moment he was between my lips, an expression of concern formed on his handsome face.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

“We should be using protection, right?”

Fuck. I’d wanted to get lost in the moment, and I’d done the job so well that I’d forgotten about a little detail like that. I closed my eyes and focused for a moment.

“Oh, shoot. I mean, I’m on the pill. But if you want to be extra safe, I think there are some condoms around here somewhere. Might be, um, expired though.”

“I’m fine without as long as you are.”

I smiled, pleased that he’d think to ask about protection, and even more pleased that he had asked what I felt comfortable with. Was Sawyer more of a gentleman than I’d given him credit for?

My hand still on his manhood, I guided him into me the rest of the way.

Feeling him moving inside of me, pushing all his inches between my walls, my body stretching to fit him…it was like nothing else. I focused only on the sensation of him filling me full, burying himself to the hilt between my legs. When he was totally sheathed, I opened my eyes through the pleasure, watching as he pulled out and pushed himself into me again and again.

Sawyer was curled over me, his powerful body propped up on his thick arms as I held him close with my legs wrapped around him. He entered me over and over, each time my pussy getting slicker and wetter for him. His fingers had been incredible, but they were nothing compared to his manhood.

I opened my mouth to let the moans pour from my lips, my eyes locked on his as he thrust harder and harder, the sounds of skin on skin filling the air. His body was like a machine, his muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful thrust.

“Tell me how that feels,” he said, leaning down just enough to growl the words into my ear before nibbling sensually on my earlobe.

“It feels like I’m going to come again!”

Another incredible release exploded through my body; the trance-like state his steady, deep thrusts put me in exactly what I needed for another orgasm. When it faded, I realized that he wasn’t done, that Sawyer hadn’t come along with me.

I placed my hands onto his broad, round shoulders and pushed to roll us both over. His cock slid out of me as he laid down on his back, and the instant it was out all I wanted was for it to be back in. It pointed straight up as I climbed on top, his hands going to the wide curve of my hips as he brought me over him.

I reached behind me and grabbed hold of his cock, holding it up as he lowered me down. My eyes closed of their own accord as he moved up and into me once more, the sensation of him driving up feeling like I was being split in two in the best way possible.

When he was fully inside, I placed my hands on his chest and leaned forward, my breasts hanging in front of his face as I began to ride him. Sawyer grunted, a deep, manly grunt of pleasure as he clamped his hands down onto my ass and pulled me toward him, guiding me where he wanted my body to be.

It felt good to both be on top of him and to know he was still in control, his expertise soon bringing me close to a third orgasm as my body rolled back and forth over his cock. I sat up straight, his palms scooping up my breasts as he squeezed them, teasing my nipples with his fingertips.

“Come with me,” he said, his eyes on mine.

The pleasure by this point was so great that all I could do was nod. I rode him hard, and the guttural, rough sounds he made let me know he was getting closer and closer to the brink.

Then, together, we crossed it. Sawyer let out a deep, throaty moan as we both came. My body stiffened as his cock pulsed inside of me, warm wetness splashing against my walls as he drained himself deep inside. The sensation of him coming brought my orgasm to another level.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

Our climax arrived and faded at the same time. When we were both done, I only had enough energy to fall forward on top of him. Sawyer wrapped his arm around me, kissing me one morew85 time.

It wasn’t long before the heaviness of sleep arrived for us both. My eyelids drooped, but in the back of my head a voice spoke, telling me that it wasn’t a good idea to have him sleep over. The few times I’d had one-night stands I’d always made sure to send the guy packing after the fun, never wanting them to get the wrong impression. However, there was something that seemed right about Sawyer staying over. I rolled over to his side, curling against his solid, warm body.

As if reading my mind, he kissed me on the lips softly, gently.

“Good night.”

“Good night.” I said the words back, knowing what they meant.

And as I drifted off to sleep, all I could do was smile.