The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Page 5

  Steele shrugged. “I don’t think making peanut butter sandwiches counts as cooking,” he said idly as he twisted open the jar. “Besides,” he added in a wicked tone. “You’ll be cooking for me all month. I thought it might be nice to give you a break.”

  I reached forward and stuck a finger in the peanut butter jar before lifting my hand to my mouth and sucking my fingers clean. I looked up at Steele with my fingers still in my mouth. I could tell I was starting to entice him.

  “Well, you’re not lying about boys being gross idiots. I was an idiot in high school and college. And it didn’t help that I was filthy rich,” Steele snorted.

  I smiled as I grab a celery stick from off the counter.

  “I would’ve loved to be rich growing up. Maybe then people wouldn’t have been so cruel to me. My clothes always had holes in them, and my dad’s van was like, so embarrassing. That’s why I never talked. I was ashamed.” My chest felt hollow as I unloaded my past unto Steele.

  “Who do you like talking to then?” Steele asked. For once, his voice wasn’t sharp and dangerous. It almost sounded like he really cared to hear the answer.

  “Older people. Like Betty at my job. She just seemed to automatically understand me, and she never cared that I come from such a shitty home,” I explained quietly.

  “She’s the one that dropped you off?”

  “Oh, yeah. She’s a sweetheart. She didn’t want me to walk.” I smiled as I started to think of how kind Betty was. I didn’t tell her about the deal that my dad made with Steele because I knew she would worry.

  “I’m sorry for rambling,” I started to apologize. “I know you probably don’t care about this stuff.”

  “No, nonsense. Everyone should have that one person or friend they can turn to. Those good friends are worth more than fakes that just want your money,” Steele said.

  I nodded slowly. Then again, no one had ever wanted me for money. I was used to being poor and ignored.

  Steele poured a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly. I sighed as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His Adam’s apple bounced up and down as he swallowed. My mouth started to water as I watched him. Was it possible that sex with him would actually be fun? The thought was suddenly pushed away.

  “Are you going to use protection when we have sex?” I asked quickly.

  Steele set his coffee down and snickered.

  “Why? Are you afraid I won’t?” He snorted, smirking at me.

  I stared at my hands as my cheeks turned bright red. “I’m really fertile. I mean, look at my curves,” I announced as I gestured towards my body. Steele looked me up and down and nodded his head.

  “Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Steele agreed as he sips his coffee. “But yes. Obviously, I will be using protection.”

  I sighed with relief. “Thank you,” I said quietly. My birth mother had been extremely curvy, as my dad recalls, and was extremely fertile as a result. She’d had at least four abortions before deciding to have me. I didn’t need this one month adventure to end with an unwanted baby.

  “I need you to understand something though,” Steele said in a businesslie manner. I noticed he had walked into the pantry and then emerged with spices in his hands.

  “Understand what?” I asked.

  “This deal is strictly business. Meaning there’s no emotions. No love. Just sex. I’ve purchased you, and I expect it to stay like that.”

  I nodded to show that I understood, but I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. I knew this was nothing but a business deal, but Steele was so charming, and I could feel myself feeling more and more drawn to him. I had to be smart about this though. Steele already set the rules, and if he said no emotions, well, then, I’d be sure not to develop real feelings for him.

  “That’s fine with me,” I said softly, avoiding eye contact. I got up and heading towards the refrigerator to search for something to cook. Steele was clearly struggling with our snack.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Starting on dinner,” I peeked at him over my shoulders. “I’m fulfilling my duties as instructed.” Steele nodded and stood behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling them to his crotch.

  “That’s what I like to see,” he whispered in my ear. Chills ran down my spine as he kissed my neck and ear. My legs started to tremble as his hand went up my shirt, grabbing my breast. He squeezed it hard and softly sucked on my earlobe.

  “You have the sexist body I’ve ever seen,” he breathed. I exhaled sharply as I started to get wet.

  No doubt about it – Mr. Steele is going to be my awakening.

  Chapter 6

  Steele

  Being in the cabin was such a relief from the city.

  The drive was long and grueling, a good three hours, but being able to smell the fresh pine made it worth it. I put Rosy to work, and made her start dusting and cooking. She looked quite sexy as she leaned over, with her big boobs spilling out of her shirt as she dusted. Then, as she cooked, her curls stuck to her sweaty face. She was absolutely mouth-watering, and I was more than ready to have her.

  Despite how badly I wanted to fuck her, I knew I had to be careful. I might have been a little harsh after we came in from the seeing the pond. Rosy was young and a virgin, and had never had a boyfriend or physical contact before, which was shocking since she was so fucking hot. But I knew that unless I was careful, she’d fall in love with me. It might sound cocky, but I’m tall, rich, attractive, and I’m very well endowed.

  What’s there not to love?

  My first time was similar, albeit a bit different. I was sixteen, and the typical horny kid that wanted to fuck anything on two legs. My parents had forced me to take up a summer job working on a local farm to expose me to the normal civilian ways, and I spent long summer days sweltering in the sun.

  The girls who hung around always stared, but it wasn’t one of them who finally made a move. Her name was Rhonda Leigh, and she was around forty-seven, but had the body of a thirty-five-year-old. I was immediately drawn to her. She was tall, and tan, and had long, black hair that fell right at her hip bones. The first time we had sex, she kept reminding me that sex is sex, and love is love.

  “Just because we’re giving each other pleasure Randolph,” Rhonda had said right before she gave me a blowjob. “It doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.”

  “No, yeah, that love shit doesn’t interest me,” I had said quickly as I eagerly waited for her to suck me off.

  Rhonda stood up suddenly and grabbed my chin with a rough, calloused hand.

  “Don’t block out love. Just don’t get it confused with sex. You’re not soulmates just because you fuck,” she informed me. That had been the best advice any sex partner had ever given me. Rhonda wasn’t necessarily the best sex I’d had, but she was certainly the wisest.

  I glanced over at Rosy as she stirred the pot with a large, wooden spoon. I couldn’t wait to expose her to sex. She was so innocent and sweet that I couldn’t wait to touch her, to pop her cherry, to make her mine. As I stared at her, I started to wonder about her tight pussy. I’ve never felt virgin pussy, and everyone says it’s the best. The thought of being inside Rosy has driven me wild, and I suppressed a groan as my cock twitched to life.

  “Rosy,” I said.

  Rosy looked up and stopped stirring. “Yeah?” She answered, her brown eyes wide and anxious.

  I got up and started to unbutton my shirt. “It’s time. Turn off the stove and follow me to the bedroom.”

  Rosy nodded quickly and turned off the stove. The she hurries over to me, her eyes locked on mine.

  “Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked as I ran my thumb over her plump lips.

  Rosy nodded slowly, her eyes still on mine. “Yes, sir,” she replied softly. I grabbed her wrist and led her to the bedroom. Once inside, I softly pushed her on the bed before sitting next to her. I took her face in my hands, preparing to kiss her, but Rosy jerked her head in a funny way, and looked at the floor.

/>   “Have you ever kissed anyone?” I asked slowly.

  “No,” Rosy admitted shyly. “Never.”

  “Oh.”

  “Sorry, I’ve just never got around to it,” Rosy said, her eyes still locked on the floor.

  “You’ve never made out with anyone?” I questioned, staring at Rosy’s slouched profile.

  Rosy nodded her head. I could see her cheeks getting more red by the second. Fuck. This wasn’t right. Time for a change of plans.

  “Well, then, we’re going to do something different,” I announced as I stood up and reached for Rosy’s hand. Rosy looked shocked as I led her out of the bedroom and back into the living room.

  “Sit down,” I told Rosy. She bit her lip. “On the couch,” I added. “We’re going to have a date.”

  Rosy blinked. “A date?”

  “When we have sex, I want you to want me,” I explained. “And since you’ve…well, considering your lack of experience, I think this is the best course of action.”

  To my delight, Rosy flushed and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I can do that.”

  I flipped through the television channels before settling on a romantic movie.

  “Go make some popcorn so we can enjoy the movie,” I instructed her without taking my eyes off the screen.

  “Yes, sir,” Rosy replied obediently. Rosy stood up and walked into the kitchen, her delicious ass swaying from side to side as she moved. Desire scorched me like a brand, but I knew I’d have to wait. After all, I wanted my beautiful little captive to enjoy fucking as much as I did.

  After about six minutes, Rosy returned. There was a large bowl of popcorn in her hands and she balanced two sodas in the crook of her arm.

  “Here,” Rosy chirped as she plopped down on the couch.

  “Good girl. Help yourself,” I purred as I took a handful of popcorn and chewed thoughtfully. Rosy took small bites, and after a while, she laid her head on my shoulder. My heart started to pound as she wrapped her arms around my left arm. I know she’s probably never seen a muscular man like me. I began stroking her brown curls, all in hope of making her more comfortable. Rosy sighed softly.

  “I never watch love stories, they just remind me how alone I am,” Rosy quietly admitted as the movie plays on screem.

  I frown. Rosy’s admission is one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard.

  “My youth was the best, and full of excitement. No one as young as you should be alone,” I replied in a low growl.

  Rosy tilted her head to look up at me. “Really?”

  I nodded. “You should live your life to the fullest, Rosy.”

  Rosy didn’t reply, but the air between us is more charged than ever before. I kissed the top of her head, and tilted her head back. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to Rosy’s plump mouth. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and Rosy shuddered as her body finally starts to relax.

  This is so good but I want more. I pulled Rosy onto my lap and ran my hands all over her curves, squeezing and fondling every inch of her juicy body. The kiss grows more intense and my cock stiffened in my pants as Rosie began to squirm on my lap. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her big boobs bounced and flopped to the side as they fall free. The sight is delicious.

  When I pushed Rosy onto her back, she doesn’t resist. Rosy opened her legs, inviting me in, so I move my rock hard dick into her crotch and dry hump her. Her boobs bounced faster and faster as I moved on top of her, rubbing my erection over her covered clit. I leaned down and kissed her hard, sticking my tongue in her mouth. Rosy moaned softly and bit my lip, gently sucking until I feel like I’m about to come. Fuck, this girl may be a virgin…but she’s one hell of a fast learner.

  “Do you want me?” I growled, my pulse raging.

  “Y-yes, I want you, I’m ready,” Rosy cried out. “Take me now!”

  I grinned with delight as I picked her up and throw her over my shoulder. It’s time.

  Chapter 7

  Rosy

  When Steele touched me for the very first time, I couldn’t believe how it felt. His hands were keys, unlocking all of the dirty secrets inside of me.

  I was nervous but ready as he looked me up and down, licking his lips in anticipation. He was wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned, and his pants were loose on his legs, yet tight around his crotch. My cheeks turned bright pink when I realized what was making that bulge.

  I swallowed hard as Steele moved in close to me, his eyes fixated on me. I was desperate for his touch, but by the way he was looking me up and down, I had a feeling that he was going to take his sweet time with me.

  Grabbing me by the chin, Steele titled my head back.

  “I love it when you look at me with those big, brown eyes.”

  My blush darkened to a crimson red, sending waves of heat throughout my trembling body.

  His blue eyes were glimmering with want and desire. Part of me couldn’t believe me – what was so special about me, plain little Rosy, that made Steele flushed and breathless with lust?.

  Did he really want me? Was it possible that I was responsible for that huge tent in his pants?

  Steele pulled my face close to his and kissed me gently on the lips as his hands slid down my shoulders and cupped my breasts.

  My nipples were erect and poking through my white t-shirt. I turned away from him, too shy to look him in the eyes.

  I started to cover my nipples because I was embarrassed that they were showing through my shirt, but Steele grabbed my hands.

  “Rosy, why are you trying to hide those perfect tits from me?”

  I shrugged, still looking at the floor.

  “I’m not used to someone staring at them,” I admitted quietly.”

  Steele grinned and slid his warm hand underneath my shirt, grazing my nipples with his fingers.

  His touch sent fireworks rushing through my body, making my skin feel like it was on fire.

  My legs started to rub together and separate, suddenly anxious for his touch.

  “You’re going to get used to them being stared at,” Steele said suddenly. He then took his hands to my thighs, rubbing them and squeezing them.

  My face was on fire as he touched me all over. I couldn’t help but feel so shy and weird at first.

  No one had ever touched me like this.

  But I still liked it. I felt wanted. I felt desired, needed – all of those desperate things I’d always wanted.

  Steele reached up to my face again, caressing me and tracing my lips with his finger.

  “You’re beautiful,” he uttered in a low growl. I looked away, completely bashful. I wasn’t even naked yet, but I felt so exposed.

  “Am I?” I asked softly, desperate to tear away from his gaze.

  But I knew Steele wasn't the type of man to start things and not finish them.

  I forced myself to look him deep in those blue eyes, and I attempted to muster any boldness that could be hiding in my curvy body.

  I leaned forward and tried to kiss him the way he kissed me, but my lips were too soft and inexperienced.

  Steele laughed, making me feel like an idiot.