V-Card For Sale – A Billionaire/Virgin Second Chance Auction Romance Page 27

  “That we are,” Ari agreed. He held her gaze for a long time. “You do know that you’re incredibly beautiful, don’t you?”

  “I’ve been told I’m pretty,” Eva said, smiling wryly.

  “Not pretty,” Ari told her, reaching out to take her hand in his. “Beautiful. Incredibly beautiful.”

  “Oh come on,” Eva said, shaking her head. “You can’t kid a kidder.”

  “Not trying to kid you,” Ari said. He gave her hand a squeeze. “But you have to admit it’s a pretty opportune moment, isn’t it?”

  Eva considered; she wasn’t drunk, but she was tipsy enough to know she should be very careful about going along with any kind of suggestive plan. What could it hurt? He’s hot, and it’d be a great story to tell someone later.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  Ari glanced around their little enclave. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. “This place is too loud.”

  Eva thought again; did she really want to go home with him? Hell yes you do! Another part of her mind suggested that it would be wiser to go home, but she couldn’t make herself listen; Ari was gorgeous, and he’d danced with her so well, she knew there would be nothing but chemistry between them if they fell into bed together.

  “Let’s go,” she said. “Lead the way.”

  Chapter Six

  “I should have guessed you’d live in a place like this,” Eva said, kicking her shoes off as she stepped into the entryway of Ari’s immense hotel suite. She turned to look at him and grinned. “And by that, I mean that it would be a hotel.”

  “For most of my adult life, it has only made sense to live in hotels,” Ari said with a shrug. He closed the distance between them and his hands fell to her waist. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do; you know that, right?”

  “Did I seem like I didn’t want to be here?” Eva looked around the hotel suite, briefly taking in the beautiful, luxurious details; she thought idly to herself that it was easily as nice—though not as big—as the penthouse apartment she’d outbid him on.

  “I just want to make sure,” Ari murmured. Eva turned to meet his gaze and felt the heat rising up in her body. “I have never just…used a woman, and I don’t intend to start now.”

  “How principled of you,” Eva said, licking her lips.

  Ari snickered, leaning in closer to her, until only inches remained between their bodies. “It’s mostly ego,” he admitted.

  He brushed his lips against her cheek and Eva turned her head on instinct. It was apparently exactly what he wanted her to do; Ari’s lips connected with hers, and Eva made a sound—not quite a moan, not quite a protest—at the jolt that coursed through her at the contact, caressing her nerves and heightening the tension that had been building up inside of her ever since she had met him the night before. She brought her hands up and draped them around Ari’s shoulders, holding back as she marveled at the sensations coursing through her; it had been years since she’d felt so turned on so quickly.

  They were moving. Eva realized it only after several moments, as Ari deepened the kiss, his hot tongue sliding against her lips until she opened her mouth to let him in. His hands began to roam over her body, barely hesitating as he came to her breasts, and then dropped down to her hips, around to her back.

  Eva’s hands came to life on his body, caressing and exploring the planes of his back through the fabric of his clothes, feeling the heat of him, the flex of muscles across his shoulders. Within moments, the only thing Eva could think about, more important even than securing Ari’s help, was the need to see him naked, to find out what he looked like underneath the suit.

  Ari stopped walking at some point, and they stood in one place together, kissing and caressing one another. Eva felt herself becoming more and more turned on; the hot wetness spreading against the fabric of her panties, the tingle in her breasts, in her hips, the tension mounting somewhere below the pit of her stomach. She wanted the moment to last forever, and yet, at the same time, she didn’t think she could take much more. She felt her body heating up moment by moment, until she was trembling. Any thought about her predicament, about what Ari had suggested—though not said outright—was a million miles away.

  Eva moaned out as Ari began to kiss and nibble along the column of her throat. He cupped her breasts through the fabric of her clothes, and Eva arched into his touch, twisting and writhing, her hands tightening on his back. She swayed and shook as Ari continued to tease her. The fact that they were both almost fully clothed was amazing to Eva; she could feel her whole body burning with need. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone—since before she’d gone straight—and she was suddenly intensely aware of that fact.

  Eva peeled Ari’s blazer off, somehow managing to pull the fabric over his arms even as their bodies tangled up together. The blazer fell to the floor, and Eva pressed her body against Ari’s, feeling the heat of him through her dress, hungry for more. She was already soaking wet, and she wanted, needed to move things forward.

  Ari found the zipper at the top of her back, and began to tug it down slowly, even as he continued to lavish attention on her neck, her collarbones, her lips.

  All at once, Eva found herself in nothing but her bra and panties. Ari stepped back to admire his handiwork. “You really are exceptional,” he murmured, his gaze trailing down from her face to her breasts, down to her hips. He reached out and took her hand in his. “Come with me.”

  Eva was more than happy to follow him as he led her towards a door at the opposite end of the living area. Ari pulled her into the bedroom, propelling her towards the bed as he turned the light on and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

  She staggered and barely caught herself as she fell onto the bed, watching as Ari slipped his shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing a broad, muscled chest with the same olive-toned skin she’d admired on his face and hands. A line of dark hair darted from his navel down to the waistband of his pants, but his chest was bare. She only had a moment to enjoy the view before the Greek climbed into bed, covering her body with his own.

  Ari’s hand slipped up between her legs and Eva moaned as the heel of his palm rubbed against her through the thin lace of her panties. She gasped as his fingers slid underneath the fabric, brushing against her soaking wet labia.

  “Already?” he asked, nipping at her neck just below her ear. “You’re already so wet… Impressive indeed.”

  “Impressive of me…” Eva’s voice cracked and she gasped as Ari’s fingers slid along her folds, seeking her clitoris. “Or—or impressive of you?”

  Ari chuckled lowly, bringing his lips up to hers and kissing her hungrily. Eva writhed and twisted as he worked her with his fingertips, kissing her lips and ducking down to nip and nibble along the column of her throat, down to her breasts. She let her hands wander over his back and chest, exploring the surprisingly soft skin she found there. Eva shuddered as Ari found her clitoris and began to stroke and rub with his fingertips, sending crackles of electric sensation throughout her body, making her even more turned on than before.

  He teased her relentlessly, pressing against the sensitive nub, swirling his fingertip around the bead of nerves—until Eva was so close to orgasm that she could taste it—only to back off right at the last moment, leaving her bereft of the pleasure she craved. At some point—Eva wasn’t sure when—Ari managed to tug her panties down over her hips, and then he lifted her up just enough to unhook her bra in the back, and she found herself completely naked underneath him, on fire with need, her hips twisting and shifting to get better contact with Ari’s fingers.

  “So impatient,” Ari murmured against her lips.

  “I’m not impatient,” Eva said, panting as he slid one finger inside of her slowly. “You’re just a tease.”

  Ari laughed, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin just above her right nipple as he added another finger to the one probing her. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris, and Eva cried out, clutching
at his shoulders, one hand finding its way up into his thick, dark hair and tangling there. Ari worked her with his fingers for what felt like an eternity, pushing deeper inside of her body, seeking her G-spot as Eva squirmed underneath him. He rubbed himself against her thigh as he teased her, and in the back of her mind, Eva noticed the heaviness of his erection, the thickness she could feel along with the heat through the fabric of his clothes.

  Eva reached down, groping for the hard ridge of Ari’s erection straining at the confines of his pants. She rubbed up and down, shuddering as Ari’s fingers began to move faster inside of her, trying to keep focused on teasing him even as his fingertips found her G-spot.

  She struggled with Ari’s fly, barely able to think as she became more and more turned on, as she heard the wet sounds of Ari’s attentions, as the tension mounted deep down between her hips. Whimpers left her lips as she finally managed to get Ari’s fly open, finally managed to slide her hand down under the waistband of his briefs. Her fingers wrapped around the hot, hard cock and Ari moaned against her lips, his hips bucking as Eva began stroking him. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the slickness of his fluids beginning to flow.

  They moved together, teasing each other to the point of orgasm over and over again. Eva lost all track of time, trapped in the depths of building and receding pleasure as Ari’s fingers slid in and out of her, as his thumb swirled around her clitoris. She whimpered and moaned, gripping his erection tighter, stroking him faster and faster to keep up with his attentions.

  All at once, Ari’s fingers retreated, and Eva shuddered, clenching her teeth as her body reeled from the pleasure denied. “If—if you call me impatient this time…”

  Ari laughed out loud, claiming her lips with his own for just a moment before pulling back.

  “Maybe I’m impatient too,” he told her, slipping off of the bed and swaying slightly on his feet as he stood. He pushed his pants down over his hips, taking the briefs he wore underneath with them, revealing his long legs and the flushed, hard cock, proudly erect in its thatch of dark curls.

  He climbed back onto the bed and kissed Eva hungrily, rocking his hips against hers and touching her everywhere. His lips left hers and he began to move down over her body slowly, kissing and nipping, licking and sucking. He lingered at her breasts, claiming each of her nipples in turn. Eva writhed helplessly, gasping and panting for breath as Ari continued downward, tickling her abdomen with his hot breath.

  He looked up from her hips and Eva licked her lips, wondering if a person could die of anticipation. “There’s two ways we could do this,” Ari said, and Eva shivered as his breath brushed against her slick labia, her inner thighs.

  “I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay with either,” Eva said breathlessly.

  Ari smirked. “I’m going to need you to turn on your side, then.”

  Ari lifted himself up and shifted on the bed, and in a hot rush of comprehension, Eva understood what he meant. She turned onto her side, supporting herself on her elbow, and Ari turned around, slipping along the length of her body until his erection was only inches away from her face. He spread her legs, and Eva ducked in closer, breathing in the clean, sweat-and-musk scent of Ari’s body.

  She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and brought the tip to her mouth, shivering as Ari buried his face against her soaking wet labia and began to lick. Eva lapped at the tip of Ari’s erection, tasting him, and she heard him moan against her most sensitive skin as she took him into her mouth bit by bit.

  He was even larger than she had predicted, his skin burning hot against her lips and tongue. Eva trembled and struggled to focus as they seemed to complete a circuit together; she fell into the rhythm of his attentions, taking more and more of Ari’s erection into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she came closer and closer to orgasm. She tried to hold back, to bring Ari to climax first, but as Ari sucked her clitoris between her lips and flicked his tongue against the bead of nerves, Eva couldn’t resist the waves of pleasure that washed through her over and over again.

  As sensation racked her body, Eva worshipped Ari’s cock with her lips and tongue even more eagerly. She wanted to devour him, to take everything that he had to give, to swallow every drop of him as her orgasm intensified under his unrelenting attentions.

  She fell away all at once, panting and gasping for breath, shuddering as her climax began to wane, and Ari moved away from her. Eva barely noticed when his body pressed against hers once more, his hands wandering over her, soothing her and turning her on all over again at the same time. He kissed her eagerly and she could taste herself on his lips, mingling with the flavor of his fluids still on her tongue; somehow it tasted just perfect.

  Eva felt the hardness of Ari’s cock rubbing against her still-slick folds and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips down against him.

  “See? You are impatient,” Ari murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

  “What?” Eva looked up into his eyes, confused.

  “Already hungry for more,” Ari pointed out, grinning. “I think you’re even wetter than you were five minutes ago.”

  “Maybe,” Eva said, smiling in spite of herself.

  “Ready for me?” The tip of Ari’s erection brushed against her clitoris, and Eva gasped, nodding.

  Ari shifted against her, and Eva took a breath as he thrust his hips up into hers, filling her up inch by inch. She pushed down to meet his thrust, taking him as deeply as she could.

  She pulled his head down and kissed him eagerly as he began to move, slowly sliding in and out of her. He pulled out almost completely and then thrust deeper inside of her, over and over again. Eva fell into his rhythm, twisting her hips against his, pushing down to meet him. He felt so thick, so hot inside of her—so full.

  “God, you’re tight,” Ari groaned, shuddering slightly. “Even as wet as you are.”

  “It’s been a while,” Eva admitted. “You feel so good—God, you feel good.”

  Ari began to pick up his pace, thrusting faster, and Eva lost herself in pleasure once more as she felt the friction of his body rubbing against her clitoris, as she felt his cock rubbing along her inner walls. She twisted and writhed underneath him, touching and kissing him everywhere, her inner muscles rippling around Ari’s erection as she came closer and closer to climax.

  Eva moaned out again and again, clutching at his shoulders, reaching down along his back to grip Ari’s tight, firm ass as if she could pull him closer, push him deeper inside of her. Ari claimed her lips with his own, moved his mouth down to her breasts and then up to her throat, over and over again. Eva trembled and writhed as they moved together, marveling at the fact that they seemed to be made for each other—physically at least—until she was too turned on, too desperate for the orgasm she could feel building up in every nerve of her body to think of anything at all.

  All at once, it seemed, the tension mounting deep down between her hips unraveled, and Eva clutched helplessly at Ari, moaning out again and again as her orgasm washed through every nerve of her body. Ari kept moving inside of her, each thrust bringing the tip of his cock up against her pleasure center, and Eva cried out, words tumbling past her lips without thought, as her climax intensified. She barely felt him shudder against her, barely felt the twitching of his thick erection inside of her as Ari reached his own orgasm, burying his face against her neck and shoulder to muffle his moans.

  They moved together until their respective climaxes began to fade; every nerve in Eva’s body seemed to tingle, every muscle seemed to twitch with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure that Ari had given her.

  She panted and gasped, welcoming the press of Ari’s body against hers, trembling as she basked in the afterglow. Her mind was a million miles away as she lay in the bed, limp and spent.

  She came back to herself slowly, her heart still pounding in her chest but her breathing slow and even, and realized that Ari’s panting gasps had steadied as well. Eva didn’t
quite want to open her eyes; there was something so magical about the moment, something she didn’t want to disturb with the realities of the fact that she barely knew Ari, that she had conned him into meeting with her that night. She just wanted to enjoy the feeling like warm honey flowing in her veins, the lingering spasms that rippled through her body.

  Eva tried to piece together how it was that she and Ari had ended up in bed together. She knew it wasn’t the alcohol that had led her to accept his invitation, but something that she’d noticed even the evening before, when he’d seen straight through her at the open house.

  And there it was: the thing she hadn’t wanted to think about. Eva tried to push the thought of the realtor and the potential lawsuit out of her mind, but it insisted on intruding.

  Eva sighed and opened her eyes, only to find Ari looking down at her, a faint smile playing at the corners of his generous lips.

  Chapter Seven

  “What’s wrong? You seemed to be having a very good time right up until a minute ago,” Ari said, gazing intently at her.

  Eva sighed. “I remembered why I conned you into meeting with me,” she admitted. “Took me out of the moment.”

  Ari chuckled and lifted himself off of her, moving to her side. He sat up and combed his fingers through his hair, looking for all the world as if nothing at all could possibly bother him in any way.

  “I hope you didn’t think that the sex we just had was part of the deal I mentioned,” Ari said, glancing at her.

  Eva shrugged. “You didn’t say that it was.” She hauled herself up onto her elbows and felt somehow more naked under Ari’s gaze than she had even when he’d been inside of her.

  Ari grinned wickedly. “Want something to drink?”

  Eva considered the question. “Water, I think,” she said, remembering the wine and cocktails she’d consumed; if Ari was going to try and negotiate a deal, she wanted to be as sober as possible.