The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 15

Rocco tells something to the men in black, and they disperse somewhere. I stop at the stairs leading to the entrance before I ask, “Aren't you going to greet me and let me into your mansion?”

“Why are you here?” He asks me back, his voice calm—not angry, just curious as to why I came here. Hands in his pockets, he slowly steps down the stairs, his eyes set on me.

“I came here for the same exact reason you came to my place earlier,” I announce.

He stops walking down, raises the corner of his lips, and asks, “Do you have the money to pay me for breaching the contract?”

“Who says we're f*****g here?” I rebut, and he narrows his eyes in confusion.

“I'm picking you up,” I continue, which elicits a smile from him, showing his perfect teeth, and he's amused at what he said.

He steps down one last step before filling the space between us, and I step back before turning around on him and making my way back to my car. But I stop when he asks, “ Don't you want to be in a different setting when I fill your hole?” It's enticing, but I'm not falling for it. I resume my steps and open the door to the passenger's seat, slide in, and watch as Rocco slips into the driver's seat and loosens his necktie.

“You're so bold, Valeria,” he praises before turning the key in the ignition and driving away. I can feel the temperature in the car rising, and I might succumb to the urge to blow his head while he's driving, and I might have to pay for breaching the contract. I'm suddenly filled with regret as I fight the urge.

“You're making it hard for the both of us, Valeria,” Rocco mutters, his voice hoarse with lust and his eyes fixed on the road. I can see his jaw moving underneath his mask in utter resistance. Each second the air in the car is getting thicker with lust. My entire body is burning. I know it's only a matter of time before my walls crumble before me. It was my intention to make it hard for Rocco, but I must have overestimated myself and underestimated my desire.

“f**k it!” We haven't reached the massive gate when Rocco steps on the brake, stopping the car and reaching for my head and pulling it onto his hard-on restrained inside his pants. I don't resist as he buries my head in his pants, my nose and mouth feeling his solid member. He's harsh and gentle at the same, and when I'm losing air, he lets go of my head so that I can breathe. Catching my breath, I look up to him.

“f**k the contract, Valeria,” he curses, his breathing profound.

I run my tongue across my teeth before I take my gaze off him and work on unzipping his pants. The head of his shaft pokes out of his boxers; it's hard, pink, and massive and coated with pre-c*m. He lifts himself off the seat as he pulls his pants down, giving me full access before continuing to drive. I feel his hand gather my hair in a bun, and without any hesitation, I stick my tongue out and play with the head as my hand massages his balls underneath the fabric of his boxer brief. Letting go of my hair, his hand goes to my butt and slaps it hard before rubbing it.

With one more slap, I release a moan, and from behind, his hand finds its way to my c******s and rubs it underneath my pants. I sit up straight from bending over, pull my shirt over my head, and pull my pants down so that he has better access to my folds. I bend over again and pull his boxers, his member springs up, proud. He grabs my folds from behind and uses all five fingers as he rubs it back and forth while I wrap a hand around his shaft before I put it inside my mouth. We both let out a moan as each of us works on each other in sync. My head bobs up and down, his head hitting the inside of my cheek before I slide my lips around the width of his shaft, tight and slippery with my saliva mixed with his salty and sweet pre-c*m. It's so good.

“Ah, f**k!” I curse as he suddenly slaps his hand against my butt cheeks.

“You're so good at this, Valeria,” he praises and moans afterward as his head hits the back of my throat. I push myself even more and let go only when there's no air left in my lungs. Catching my breath, my saliva hangs from my lips and coats around his shaft. Rocco still keeps driving, and his hand is now cupping one of my breasts. I still have a bra on, and it feels more sexy with the bra.

“So, who's paying?” I ask, and he just shakes his head in disbelief as a smile curves his lips, resigning to his fate. He knew what he was doing when he first pulled me onto him. But I would have been the one paying had he resisted a bit more. I was so close to giving in. I was not thinking straight.

His member is still as hard as earlier. Air filling my lungs up, I bend my body over again. Tongue out, I lick his balls before swallowing his member whole. A groan of surprise escapes his lips as he did not expect me to suddenly swallow him whole. I love surprising him. His hand finds my folds again, and this time he inserts two fingers at once, getting back at me. My body convulsing at his sudden entry, I look up at him and roll my eyes before I resume what I was doing.

“Don't look at me like that. You're making me come fast,” he complains, his voice suppressing a moan. My head bobs up and down faster than before, and his fingers are completely in sync with my head, and not long after, I feel that familiar pressure building up below my stomach, and I can feel Rocco, too, reaching that place.

As perspiration covers us both, we simultaneously let out a moan as we let go of the pressure; his release floods my mouth, and I shake under his fingers as liquid continues to squirt out of me. Our rapid breathing replaces the sound we were making earlier. I look up at him and open my mouth to let him see the amount of what he released, and with one gulp, I swallow them all, and the taste is not so pleasing: it is sweet but bitter and salty at the same time. He smiles, his eyes still thick with lust.

The car plunges into silence as we restore our energies. And I must have fallen asleep for a second because when I open my eyes, my head is resting against his chest, and his hand is supporting me so that I will not fall off. I quickly take myself off him and sit straight, shame crawling up my spine at what I did, but he does not comment about it as he doesn't seem to care.

“The payment will be sent to your account in a moment,” Rocco breaks the silence, his chest still heaving up and down a little, and only then do I realize he's not driving anymore, and when I look outside, I'm surprised to see that we have arrived at my apartment.

“Okay, I'll check it out later,” I respond, suddenly aware of the air of awkwardness filling the car. He adjusts himself in his seat so that he can pull his boxers and pants up while I reach for a roll of tissue in the compartment and clean myself. When I'm dressed up and tidy, I ask, “Don't you want to go inside?”

“No, I'll be leaving already. Edward is waiting for me.”

I follow his gaze. There's a familiar car parked on the side road. Edward must have been waiting for us since earlier.

“Since when did he arrive?” I ask.

“A little bit earlier,” he responds, unbuckling his seat belt. I see his throat bob up and down before his eyes find mine. “Can you close your eyes and promise me not to open them until I tell you?”

Confused, I nod reluctantly before closing my eyes slowly. I hear him move, and what follows next surprises me. I feel something soft touch my lips, and when I realize what it is, I'm about to pull back and open my eyes, but his voice softly and hoarsely warns me, his warm breath brushing against my lips, “Don't.”

His mouth continues moving against mine, and when he stops, I slowly open my eyes to find him opening the door already and leaving; he has put his mask back on. I watch as he makes his way to where Mr. Edward parked, never looking back as he fixes his necktie around him. Mr. Edward gets out of the driver's seat, walks around, and opens the door to the backseat. Rocco then slips inside, and when they drive away, my phone dings with a notification, it says: I just received five hundred thousand in my bank account.

I smile. “I guess, I played the game well.”

I take the key out of the ignition and slip out of the car, scanning my surroundings before going straight to my apartment. Opening the door, I stop as my eyes catch a piece of paper sitting on the floor. Someone must have slipped it between the space of the floor and the door. Picking it up, I unfold the paper, and my eyes narrow at what I read: I don't share what's mine. I look over my shoulder instinctively. I feel like someone was watching. Crumpling the paper in my hand, I step inside and close the door behind me.

“s**t!” I curse under my breath when I remember the gun I placed in the compartment of my car. I open the door again, my steps quick as I head for my car, getting hyperaware of the surroundings. Opening the door to the driver's seat, I reach for the gun in the compartment, and I freeze in my spot when I hear someone walk up behind me. Tightening my grip around the gun, I spin around and point the gun at the person.