The Billionaire’s Broken Contract

Chapter 16: Intimacy

Riley pov

The rain pounded against the window as Brett carried me into his room, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

As we got to his room the air was thick with tension and unspoken words, but for the first time, there was no anger or resentment between us. Just raw, desperate need as he gently placed me on his bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Riley," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry. For everything."

I reached up, cupping his cheek. "I know," I said softly. "And I'm sorry too."

He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing briefly. When he opened them again, there was a vulnerability there that I'd never seen before. "You deserve better than this," he said, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "Better than me."

I smiled sadly. "Maybe. But you're what I want."

He leaned down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was desperate and hungry, like a man who'd been starving for years. I kissed him back with equal desperation, tasting regret and something that might have been hope.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Don't leave me," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not tonight."

I looked into his eyes and saw the scared six-year-old boy who'd been abandoned at a gas station. "I won't leave you," I promised.

He began to undress me then, his movements slow and gentle, as if he was afraid I might shatter if he moved too quickly. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest, as he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. His hands trembled slightly as he unhooked my bra, and I saw the relief in his eyes when I didn't stop him.

I reached up, helping him, and together we slipped the bra off. His eyes lingered on my breasts, and I saw the desire there, raw and unguarded.

He leaned down, his lips capturing one n****e, and I gasped at the sensation. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud, and I arched my back, pressing myself against him.

His hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs. I kicked them off, leaving me in just my panties.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I felt a rush of power. I reached out, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. His chest was broad and muscular, and I ran my hands over it, feeling the smooth skin and the hard muscles beneath.

He kicked off his own jeans and underwear, standing naked before me. I looked at him, my eyes lingering on his c**k, hard and ready. He saw where my gaze was and flushed slightly, a sweet, almost boyish response that made my heart ache.

He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. I watched as he put it on, his movements slow and deliberate. When he was done, he looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, my heart pounding. "Yes."

He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between my legs as he kissed me again, his lips soft and gentle, and I responded eagerly. His hand slid between us, his fingers finding my c**t and rubbing slowly. I moaned, the sound muffled against his lips, and he froze for a moment, his eyes wide.

"Riley," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Please... don't stop."

I smiled against his lips, my hand moving to guide his c**k to my entrance. He pushed slowly, gently, and I felt myself stretching to accommodate him. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly, and I knew he was holding back, trying not to hurt me.

"It's okay," I whispered. "You won't hurt me."

He pushed further, and I felt a slight burn, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure. He began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He moaned, his breath hot against my ear, and I felt a rush of power. I was the one in control here, the one guiding him, and it felt incredible.

"Harder," I whispered, my nails digging into his back. He complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, and I moaned louder, my body arching against his.

"Yes," I gasped. "Just like that."

He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. His thrusts became more urgent, and I could feel my orgasm building. I broke the kiss, my head falling back as I moaned loudly.

"Brett," I panted. "Oh God, Brett..."

He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, and I followed him over the edge, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering with aftershocks. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, and he lifted his head, looking at me with a smile that was soft and genuine.

Eventually, he rolled off me, pulling me close to his side. He kissed my forehead, his breath warm against my skin.

"Don't leave me," he said again, his voice soft.

"I won't," I promised. "I'm right here."

And I was. Right where I wanted to be. With him.

As the night wore on, we explored each other's bodies, our movements slow and deliberate. He showed me things I'd never known, things that made me gasp and moan and beg for more. And I showed him things too, things that made him groan and shudder and call out my name.

We tried different positions, our bodies moving together in a dance that was ancient and primal.

We laughed and joked and whispered and cried, our emotions raw and exposed. And through it all, there was s*x. Hot, sweaty, mind-blowing s*x that left us both exhausted and sated