Page 95 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Monday

We pulled into the parking garage of my apartment complex on the edge of Main Street.

"You live here?"

"Yes." I turned onto the third story of the parking garage and pulled into a space next to the rest of my cars.

"Your neighbors have really nice cars too."

I stepped out of the convertible. "Those are mine."

"Seriously?" She got out of the car and looked around. "All of them? One of them looks like the Batmobile!" She pointed to the one farthest away.

"Yeah. Turns out it's never very convenient to drive though.

And it doesn't give me any superpowers." My smile disappeared as she pulled out a hoodie from her bag.

She zipped it up and lifted the hood over her head.

I shoved my hands into my pockets as I watched her.

What was she doing…getting ready for a heist?

"Okay, I'm ready," she said, adjusting her hood lower.

"What, do you think I'm sneaking you in? I don't believe that anyone from the university lives here."

"Well I don't want to get caught. Someone in the lobby might see us."

I laughed and shook my head. "Okay." If this made her more comfortable.

I put my hand on the small of her back and led her over to the elevator.

I swiped my card in the sensor and the doors opened immediately.

We stepped in and I touched the button for my apartment on the top floor. The elevator doors closed.

"Penthouse, huh?"

"I guess you could say that." She knew I bought that country club. But she was still surprised to see all my cars. And surprised that I lived in a nice apartment building. She really had no clue who I was. And she was still standing here with me. With a smile on her face. And I didn’t have the slightest idea why.

She looked around the elevator like she had never been in one before. But certainly she had. Maybe just not one with doors on either side that opened directly into apartments.

The elevator stopped. I took out my apartment card, swiped it through the reader, and the doors parted.

She stood there for a moment like she had never seen anything cooler.

I grabbed her hand and escorted her into my place.

"Wow." She walked down the few steps from the elevator and looked around. She was standing in my living room, which was surrounded by windows that overlooked the small college town. I walked over to the fireplace, touched a button, and a flame burst to life. I knew what she was probably thinking as she looked around. There was no T.V., no magazines on the coffee table, and the modern couch looked like no one had ever sat on it. The kitchen to the right had granite countertops and shiny new appliances. And there was a dining area with a vase of fresh flowers in the center of the table. But it looked like no one lived here. It looked like the model home they used for display purposes only. It was cold and uninviting. But I didn’t have good memories to fill pictures.

Or anything I wanted to share. It was just me here. Alone. Until her…

Ever since Ian told me the place looked cold, I’d been worrying about bringing Penny here. But it was like she brought life to the place when she stepped into my apartment. It wasn’t that she didn’t fit. She fixed it. She fixed everything.

Her eyes stopped at the flowers on my dining room table. "Oh, Professor Hunter. Thanks for the friendship roses."

I laughed. "You're welcome."

"But really, thank you. How did you know I was going to agree to skip class anyway?"

"I just hoped you would. And I know that I can be pretty persuasive."

"Yes, you can."

She started looking around again and I realized I was being rude by just staring at her.

“Okay, so this is the living room." I walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and steered her to the windows all along the back of the apartment.

The lights from the small shops on Main Street made the view of the sweet town even lovelier. I wrapped my arms around her.

"It's beautiful,” she said.

"You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear.

She laughed. "I'm a mess."

I was sweaty from the beach and my skin was tight from the saltwater. But she looked perfect. And despite the sunscreen and ocean water, I could still smell a subtle scent of cherries on her skin.

She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Well, I was thinking maybe a quick shower could be the rain portion of the date you requested."

"Actually, that sounds perfect. Are you sure that's okay?" She turned around to face me.

Did she think I meant I was just going to let her shower by herself?

That wasn’t my plan at all. I smiled down at her, already thinking about her naked skin dripping with water.

"Come with me." I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom, one of the closed doors next to the kitchen. I flipped the lights on.

My bed was in the center. Pristine white sheets just begging for me to get dirty with Penny.

I turned on another light and stepped into my walk-in closet.

She looked around the large space. There was a whole row of white collared shirts and suit jackets.

And below it, all my pants were folded on hangers. Shoes lined the bottom of the closet.

"You really don't need your sweaters back." She was staring at the dozens that were folded on shelves next to my dress shirts.

I laughed. "I'm afraid I don't really have anything for you to change into." I opened up a few drawers.

"Could I just borrow one of those shirts?"

I handed her one of the V-necks from the drawer I had just opened, switched off the light, and led her to the bathroom.

There was an elegant bath to the left with a few steps up to it.

And attached was a shower with three glass walls.

The vanity was to the right and the only things on it were my toothbrush and some toothpaste.

If she was still searching for something personal, she wasn’t going to find it.

I switched on the shower as she was looking around.

Then I came up to her and slowly unzipped her hoodie.

She didn’t need to hide. Not here. No one would ever find out about us here.

I slowly slid the fabric down her arms, pushing her hoodie until it fell to the ground.

Only she could make a hoodie sexy. I pulled her tank top up her sides and over her ribcage, trailing my fingers along her soft skin.

She lifted her hands in the air and I pulled it off over her head.

I undid her shorts and then slowly slid them off her hips.

Since her bathing suit had been snatched, she was left completely naked in the center of my bathroom.

Her skin was a little bronzed from our time in the sun, despite her insistence she’d burn.

There were more freckles beneath her eyes too, and I found myself leaning in closer to see them better.

"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked. I could already feel myself growing hard again.

She shook her head.

I slowly undressed. I wanted her again. I wanted her here, in my apartment, in my shower. I wanted her to be mine. I stepped into the shower and she followed me.

My hands were on her as soon as she was under the water. The water fell on our heads as we kissed under its constant stream.

I grabbed a bottle of body wash from the ledge and poured some into my hand.

"Face the wall," I said. My voice sounded tight, like I was about to lose it. Maybe I would have if she wasn’t so good at following my instructions.

But she did exactly what she was told. I pushed her lightly so that her breasts were pressed against the tile, then slowly rubbed my soapy hands up the back of her legs, massaging her thighs.

I cupped her ass in my hands. God I loved her ass.

My fingers wandered over her plump ass and between her legs. I bet she was soaking wet for me already. Her body was so responsive. As soon as I thought it, she moved her hips back, arching into me.

Not yet. I swept my hands away from her wetness and across her back.

I massaged her shoulders and ran my soapy hands up her arms and across her clavicle.

It was a sin for anyone to be this perfect.

I wanted her all to myself. Again and again.

I wasn’t sure I could ever tire of her, even though I’d always found it easy to run from one thing to the next in the past.

I pulled her away from the wall just enough so that I could touch one of my favorite parts of her. I massaged her breasts gently, the soap suds lathering on her slick skin. Her tits were heavy and full, such perfection. My erection pressed against the small of her back. See what you do to me?

"Professor Hunter," she moaned. "Please."

I loved teasing her almost as much as I loved when she begged. I pulled her underneath the water, washing the soap away. "Is something wrong, Penny?"

"No."

I pushed her back against the tile. "Is there something that you wanted?" I was seconds away from devouring every inch of her. It had been too long since I’d tasted her sweet cunt.

"Yes."

The steam of the shower surrounded her. She looked almost ethereal.

And even though she was bad at voicing her desires, I knew what she needed.

I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my mouth and bit it lightly.

I pinched her other nipple between two of my fingers and she writhed under my touch.

"And what is it that you want?" I left a trail of kisses down her stomach and stopped right where I knew she wanted it the most. I knew it. But I still wanted her to say it. I wanted her to beg me. I wanted her to scream my name.

"You."

"Do you mean like this?" I stroked her pussy with my tongue. God, the taste of her.

"Professor Hunter," she moaned.

I knelt before her on the tile floor and lifted her thighs over my shoulders. I needed the perfect angle for what I wanted to do to her. I slid two fingers inside her aching pussy.

She gasped.

"Or maybe you'd prefer that I fuck you with my fingers?" You dirty girl.

"Yes!"

I moved my lips to her clit and sucked on it hard.

She tried to move, but I pinned her against the shower wall, completely immobilizing her.

I wanted to make her come. How many times had I dreamt of having her just like this in my shower?

How many times had I jerked off right here thinking about her?

I pumped my hand faster, moving my fingers in and out of her.

I continued to stroke her clit with my tongue, driving us both crazy.

"Yes!" she screamed again.

I pushed her thighs even farther apart. The position allowed my fingers to go even deeper. I licked and swirled my tongue over her clit, feeling it grow beneath my mouth. I could feel her body start to shudder in my arms. That’s right, baby. I placed my lips around her clit again and sucked hard.

"Professor Hunter!"

I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her as she orgasmed. Her pussy walls constricting around my fingers. So fucking tight.

When she was completely spent, I lowered her feet back to the floor.

I grabbed the bottle from the ledge and quickly washed myself off.

She just stood there, staring at me. I wanted to push her down and shove my cock down her throat.

But I loved pleasing her. And she looked so relaxed and sated, like her body could just slide down the sleek tile wall and she could fall asleep in the steam.

I wanted her. Desperately. But I also wanted her to feel safe here.

I thought about the marks on her back. I didn’t want to ever hurt her again.

I turned to leave.

"Don't go." She reached out and let her hands slide down my wet abs. She didn’t hesitate to grab my erection. She slowly moved her hand up and down my shaft.

My breath came out as a hiss.

She got down on her knees and stared up into my eyes, letting her tongue stroke up and down my length. Fuck, just like that. She brought her lips to my tip and kissed it. And then she licked her own lips in anticipation.

I swallowed hard as I watched her guide my thick cock into her mouth. She slowly slid up and down, torturing me. I forced myself not to grab the back of her head and guide her. I wanted to see what she could do with those lips. Fuck, and that tongue.

She tightened her lips and I groaned. This was better than jerking off to her in here. Nothing could compare to her warm mouth. My tip brushed against the back of her throat.

"Fuck."

She tightened her lips in response and went up and down my shaft as fast as she could. Then her lips went all the way to my hilt. I felt that pull in my stomach. I was seconds away from losing it.

Jesus. I pulled out of her warm mouth. She was mine. And I wanted her to know it. I pumped my fist up and down my length and a shot of cum landed on her tits. She just knelt there looking up at me with lust in her eyes.

I aimed another shot a little higher and it hit her chin.

She tilted her head back slightly and squeezed her breasts like this was just as arousing to her as it was to me.

God she was perfect. My last shot landed on her chest again.

She looked so hot, my cum dripping down her chest and stomach and onto her thighs.

"You look so sexy, Penny." I honestly couldn’t think of a better sight. And seeing her like that was making me hard all over again. I rinsed off under the water as I looked down at her. If I didn’t step out of the shower, I was going to fuck her again.

And I wasn’t sure she was ready. "I know you don't like when I leave you naked and alone, but I'm going to go make dinner while you finish up if that's alright. "

"Okay."

I got out of the shower, quickly dried off, and got dressed.

Even though Ellen made fun of the only meal I knew how to make because of the jarred sauce I used…

it was the only thing I knew how to make.

And I had a feeling Penny would like anything I gave her.

Especially if it was accompanied by a side of cum.

I realized I was actually whistling as the pasta boiled. Whistling. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d whistled. God, I was in deep.