Wanted By The Billionaire Wolf (Heroes of Shifter Creek 4) (8 page)

I curled my hair so that it fell in long, smooth waves down my neck, and picked out my favourite dress- a clingy halter-neck that falls just above the knee, and practically requires no panties in order to avoid VPL. I slicked on a layer of deep red lacquer so that my lips shimmered when they caught the light, and made sure my eye make-up was dark and dramatic. I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted to be the hottest, sexiest, most fuckable woman in the room. And then I wanted to get it all completely messed up by the screw of a lifetime.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wondering if Patrick was thinking the same thing- I had been so certain back in my office, but what if I had imagined it? As I stepped through the door and into the reclaimed warehouse space we were using for the launch, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and focused on the event at hand. I had a book to sell.

Making sure my lipstick was perfect and I didn’t have any food in my teeth, I wound my way through the decent-sized crowd to find Grace. She was standing there, looking a little awkward in high heels, trying to make conversation with all the industry pros I’d invited to the party. She had always said to me that she was an author first, and her ability to do anything else came second-including her adeptness at schmoozing the people who could publicize her work. I placed my hand on her arm, and she planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Kelly! I’m so glad you’re here,” she grinned, her eyes a little panicked. I could see why- Dominic Houlson and Ian Rowland were the ones pinning her to the bar with their conversation, and they were two of the harshest critics in the land. The last thing she wanted was to fail to endear herself to them.

“Lovely to see you, Grace, congratulations on the launch. How are you enjoying the party?” I replied smoothly, nodding my greeting at the two critics next to her.

“Oh, it’s great. Could do with some more of this complimentary champagne, though,” she answered, tossing back the last of what was in her glass and looking around for a waitress.

“Well, as long as you’re sober enough to give you speech, drink away. You’ve earned it- this one is going to be huge, I can feel it.” I smiled sincerely at her, trying to instill some confidence. It helped that I really did think her new book was going to make a really impression on the community, but try telling that to a newbie author who you’ve put in a dress against her will.

I felt a hand on my waist, and turned around. Harry.

“Why, hello there, Kelly, I was wondering when I’d get to see you again,” his smile was that big, cocky grin I recognised from when he had worn it while spunking in my mouth. I blushed bright red at the memory, and tried to regain my composure.

“Harry, how great that you could make it.”

“You’ve done a great job here, Kelly, you should be very proud,” he responded, casting his eyes across the room and taking another sip of his champagne. Then he leant in next to my ear, his mouth only a few inches from my skin. “But I was wondering if you wanted to skip the party and let me give you that orgasm you’ve been waiting for.”

I gasped, trying to disguise to shock and arousal on my face as I processed what he’d just said. But then I looked up at him, really took him in, and realized I didn’t give a damn whether he made me come or not. I was just into his power- there was something intoxicating about handing over my control, of having it taken from me like that. But past that he was cocky, and arrogant, and rude, and probably every HR department’s worst nightmare. More to the point, he would probably never genuinely associate with a woman like me- I was far too déclassé for his refined tastes, no doubt. Sure, it would be a fun time for a while, but did I really want to hook up with a man who saw me as so below him that my orgasms didn’t really matter either way?

Leaning in to his ear, I whispered back “I don’t think so,” and sauntered on my way. Hmm, it felt damn good to turn him down- see how he likes being disappointed for once. I didn’t want to turn around and ruin the illusion of my aloofness, so I carried on walking and tried to picture what I thought his shocked expression must look like right now. I didn’t need to fuck a billionaire to prove that I was desirable- I needed to fuck a guy who actually wanted me. And just as that thought crossed my mind, I saw Patrick enter the room, all done up in a smart suit, his hair in disarray as if he’d forgotten that this was black tie. I immediately made my way over to him, and began to pat down his messy mop.

“Pat, come on, you look like-“

“I dumped her, Kelly,” He said, his voice brimming with anticipation and nervousness. “I did it. It’s over.”
“You…you guys split?” I was taken aback. But then, that was exactly what I wanted.

“Yeah. I was thinking about what you were saying, about being sure, and I wasn’t sure, and then, yesterday, in your office…” he gestured vaguely, and I tilted my head at him.

“In my office, what?” I wanted to hear him say it.

He looked at me, his eyes searing into mine. “When you bent over in front of me, and I got a look at your cunt, I knew I couldn’t in good conscious marry another woman without at least fucking you first.”

His voice was clear, and a few people around us quietened down as his words rang out. I shushed him, trying to contain my excitement.

I leant in closer to him, allowing him to feel my lips against his ear. “I need you to fuck me, Patrick. I don’t care how you do it, but I just want to feel your cock filling me up till I cum.”

There was that short intake of breath again, somewhere between shock and intense arousal, and he slid an arm firmly around my waist.

“Now.”

“What?”

“Let’s do it here. Now. You find us a back room, and I will fuck your brains out till you’re screaming my name. Is that clear?” He voice was softer, but firmer, and I couldn’t believe this was the young hottie I’d spent months ogling over my morning coffee. He had always seemed so…gentlemanly, and hearing him tell me what he was going to do was ridiculously hot. Fumbling in my pocket, I pulled out a set of keys that unlocked the staff bathroom.

“Follow me.”

We wound our way through the crowd, his hand in mine, and I caught Harry’s eyes as we ducked to a door behind the bar. He raised his eyebrows at me, and glanced at Patrick; I shot him a hard glare and turned away. I’d found someone who could actually satisfy me, and my pussy was already aching to feel full.

I unlocked the door, and we stepped inside- his hands were instantly all over me, pushing up my skirt and running up my bare thigh, cupping my pussy. His mouth was on mine, his tongue urgent and fast, parting my lips and exploring me. I barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled away from me, slowly inserting a finger inside of me. I practically melted around him, barely able to focus on the words that were coming out of his mouth, as he pressed me up against the sink behind him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Kelly. And when you came in yesterday, with those sweet tits of yours poking through that shirt, it took everything I had not to bend you over that desk and fuck you right there. But I wanted to do this right.” His finger was moving in an out of me now, making me gasp, as he continued. “I want to taste that pussy of yours, then I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you. Is that clear?”

I nodded, barely able to communicate anything through the intense pleasure he was sending coursing through my body.

“And I’m going to make you come, Kelly. I’m going to make you come over and over again.” His fingers were faster now, his other hand pulling at my dress to reveal my breasts. He leant down and brought his teeth to my nipple, and my body shuddered beneath him. I couldn’t believe how close I was; that was the effect he had on me. It was like the all the tension that had been building over the past week had exploded, and neither of us could hold back. I ground my hips further onto his hand, and he reached his thumb up and gently caressed my clit. In that moment, I lost it- sinking my fingers into his back, I clung to him for support as the orgasm tore through my body. Bucking and moaning, I could barely register his movement as he got to his knees, and pushed my skirt up.

“Mmm, no panties. This is becoming a theme with you, isn’t it? First, in that office, after you’d finished servicing Harry, then yesterday, when you were acting like the filthiest little cock-tease in the whole world, and now, just when I need easy access. I approve,” he smiled, pressing kisses up the inside of my thigh as he spoke. I reached for his head and placed my hands in his hair, tugging and pulling as he moved closer to my pussy. By now, I could feel his breath on the sensitive lips of my sex, and he pushed out his tongue and gave me a long, slow lick, right from my slit to the top of my pussy. I gasped, rocking back and forth, urging him to go harder and faster.

He moved his mouth, bringing it to my clit, and ran his tongue over the sensitive nub of flesh. Then, he locked his lips around it and began to suck, hard. I gave up on trying to keep my voice down, my breath coming in sharp gasps as I moaned and groaned at the feeling of his mouth on my cunt, the way he was devouring it like he’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten like this in years, this kind of desperate, hungry motion, and it made me feel so wanted. So desired. Knowing the sexual power I had over this gorgeous man was more than I could bear, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take much more. He pulled his mouth away from my pussy, leaving me gasping, and spoke once again.

“Of course, it wasn’t just your pussy that you insisted on showing me yesterday,” he murmured, moving his kisses back, past my slit, and towards my ass. I clutched at his shoulders, standing stock-still, as his tongue flickered over my asshole. I had never had a guy do this to me before and, combined with the feeling of his fingers gently rubbing my clit, I knew it was something I would request over and over again. Moving his face back round to my pussy, he renewed his attack on my clit, licking hard over and over again as I felt that pressure building to unbearable levels. My eyes were squeezed shut, my body rigid, as I focused on the feeling of his tongue between my legs. He pulled away again, drawing a frustrated cry from between my lips.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you, Kelly. Let me hear you say it.”

His tongue moved at a languid pace across my pussy lips and my slit, as I tried to gather my thoughts long enough to verbalise them.

“You’re…oh fuck, you’re licking my pussy, Patrick.”

“Am I going to make you come?” He asked, his tongue moving faster now, with more purpose.

“Fuck, yes, you’re…you’re making me come! Jesus, fuck, I’m coming!” The words spilled forth from me as I finally felt my frustration release, my body rocking and twitching again as he rose from between my legs, his mouth damp. He ran his fingers through his hair, and began unbuckling his pants, pulling a condom from his blazer pocket.

“Turn around, and pull your skirt up.”

I did as I was told, placing my hands on either side of the sink and flicking my skirt up over my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror; my make-up was smudged, my hair all over the place, but my face had that needy, desperate expression on it that said that I just needed a good, hard fucking.

Sheathing himself, I watched Patrick line up his cock with my slit in the mirror. Wrapping one arm round my waist, he used his leverage to slowly ease all the way into me, my cunt grasping at his thick erection. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment, as if savouring the sensation, and then slammed into me as hard as he could. I let out a squeak, my body teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain as he began to pick up his pace.

“Is this what you wanted, Kelly? To get bent over and fucked like this? To have some young guy make you come over and over again?”

I nodded, biting my lip, unable to verbalise a response. He slapped my ass, hard. “I want an answer!”

“Yes, Patrick, I want to get fucked in a public toilet like the slut I am.” I was surprised at the words even as they came out of my mouth, but they were true- I had just never been in a situation as dirty and depraved as this, one that really required me to talk as dirty as I possibly could.

“Good girl,” he replied, through gritted teeth, picking up his face till all I could hear was the slap of our flesh together. His fingers sunk into my hips, and I arched my back to allow him deeper. The feeling was indescribable, as if I was floating on some perfect-sex cloud that I would never come down from. My pussy, which had been aching for a cock since Monday, finally felt full, and the sensation of his deliciously thick cock spreading me out had me heading towards another orgasm. I gripped the sides of the sink, pushing my hips back in time with his thrusts, lost once again to the feeling overwhelming me.

“Oh, fuck-I’m-“ I didn’t have a chance to gasp the words out before my pussy clenched again, tense around his cock, and a final, exhausting orgasm broke over me. I opened my eyes just in time to watch Patrick slam into me one last time, he face screwed up with pleasure as he found his release deep inside me. Slowly sliding his erection out of me, he released his grip on my skin, but not before landing one last slap on the ass.

Panting, I turned to face him, my body still reacting to the best fuck of my life. “So, see you in the office on Monday?”

“Only if we get to fuck there, too,” he shot back, a wicked grin taking over his face. And I got the feeling that work was going to be a lot more interesting from this point on.

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