The Billionaire's Heart: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 0) Page 3

  “Let’s have a look, then,” he said, leaning over the bathtub. “Oh yeah, it is stiff, isn’t it?”

  Samira chuckled. “If you say so.”

  He laughed too. “I should be able to turn her on, though.”

  Samira grinned. She watched the muscles in his shoulders flex and bulge as he tried to twist the dial. Sexual innuendoes aside, he seemed keen to assist. She listened to him straining against the faucet for a moment, then he turned and smiled into her eyes.

  “Should be fine now; you wanna give it a try?”

  She stepped over to stand next to him, feeling the magnetic force swirl and buckle between them. As she shot him a flirty glance, she leaned across the bathtub, enjoying the feel of her silky nightdress rising around her ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and she saw Ivan swipe a glance in the mirror behind them, to get the full effect. As Ivan turned back to face her, she sensed his eyes all over her, turning her on with hot arousal. She twisted the shower dial easily and water shot out, soaking them both and making Samira screech in shock.

  They laughed and ducked out the way.

  “It works, huh?” Ivan said, brushing the water off of his toned chest.

  Samira glanced down at her nightdress, which was now sheer against her breasts, stuck to them with the damp, and emphasising their fullness. “I’m wet,” she said.

  He inspected her. “Oh yeah. You’d better take that off, then. Maybe we can give those dickheads who were so worried about you kissing a guy something to really get riled about.”

  Samira’s arousal caught in her throat. “I’d love to.”

  He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. His touch was electric – jolting lust straight between her legs. “Give yourself over to me, Samira. Body and soul. And I promise I’ll do the same. Just for tonight. We can give each other the intimate connection that we’ve held back from everyone else; a piece of our souls. What do you say?”

  She smiled and nodded so he stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms. He gazed down into her eyes – as if he was touching her soul – then he lowered his face and kissed her tenderly once, making Samira gasp with longing. Her heart was pounding fast now – he was totally in control, and she was happy to let him lead her all the way to total pleasure. Without breaking eye contact, he ran his fingers through her long hair and balled it tight in his fist, holding her head in place.

  “I want you, Samira,” he said. “Let me do this for you.”

  Samira exhaled – realising she’d been holding her breath – and grinned, unable to speak now. He lowered his face towards hers again, then kissed her strongly, easing his tongue into her mouth, and sending a tsunami of delight through her body. Ivan groaned as they kissed, making his lips vibrate against Samira’s and pulsing another wave of lust into her thighs. They kissed wildly, exploring each other’s bodies with their hands, and kissing with clashing tongues and writhing lips. Ivan tasted of metal and masculinity. His kiss was commanding and strong; Samira felt totally safe with him.

  He reached up with one strong hand and pushed down the straps of her nightdress, making it fall to her hips so that she was bare-breasted. Samira gasped, feeling desirable. He caressed one of her breasts, shooting joyful lust into her nipple, then he pulled her close and rubbed their naked chests against each other as he bit her neck like an animal. The feel of him writhing against her made Samira’s head swim with pleasure and a wave of pre-climatic delight washed over her.

  “Like it?” he whispered.

  “Yes…”

  “I want you nice and wet for me…”

  He lowered to nibble her neck and gently ran his thumb over one of her rock-hard nipples. Samira let her head drop back, enjoying the feel of him licking and touching her. This guy obviously knew what he was doing – unlike the idiot boys she’d slept with back in Iran and here in America. He pressed his hard cock against her, letting her know how much he wanted her – and also letting her know what a treat she was in for.

  Samira reached out and rubbed her palm over the front of his jeans, feeling his long hard cock straining to be released. She obliged by delving her hand inside and tugging it out. Then she bent at the waist and – feeling sexy with her ass sticking out behind her – she swirled her tongue around the head of the most glorious cock she’d ever seen.

  She glanced up into his eyes. “I want you inside me.”

  “I want to thrust you so hard that you’ll never want another man as long as you live.”

  She sucked the end of his cock – enjoying the taste, and licking up the pre-cum – then she stood to kiss him again. He pulled her close and reached down between her thighs, using the silky nightdress to rub against her throbbing clit. Samira pushed herself against him, suddenly desperate to climax.

  “Not yet,” he said, easing off the pressure. “I need to feel my fingers inside you. You’re not climaxing unless we’ve made that connection – like we promised.”

  Samira tried to reply, but he kissed her hard. Then, still gently rubbing her clit through the nightdress, he reached around with his other hand and circled his fingers around the opening of her pussy, teasing her and making her desperate for him. He eased two fingers inside, pulling her against himself, making her feel secure and erotic.

  “I need you, Ivan,” she whispered.

  “Bend over the sink, Samira, I wanna take you hard from behind – to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life.”

  She kissed him passionately, then strutted over to the sink, where she placed her palms on the porcelain and bent at the hips theatrically, sticking out her ass and throwing him a smutty glance over her shoulder.

  Without taking his eyes off her, he peeled off his jeans, then came up behind her like a dominant lion, swaggering confidently. In one swift movement, he pushed her nightdress up over her ass, so that it was hanging around her waist – making her feel naughty. Then he placed his firm hands on her hips, and slapped her playfully on the butt. She gasped with arousal.

  “I need to make sure you’re ready for my long hard cock,” he said. “Look at yourself in the mirror while I loosen you up, Samira. You’re fucking beautiful.”

  Samira glanced up at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed red and she felt proud of what she saw. They made eye contact in the mirror as Ivan fondled her buttocks, then he eased two fingers inside her again and started to rub her G-spot. Samira’s head swirled with powerful lust and she started to feel like she might climax.

  “You can find a condom in the cabinet,” she gasped. “I’m definitely ready.”

  He disappeared for a moment to deal with the protection, so Samira stood up and fondled her clit and one of her nipples, unable to keep her hands off herself.

  “I love to see you playing with yourself,” Ivan said. “During my stay, I want to watch you touching yourself in the shower – just for me.” He stepped back to join her and kissed her hard. “But for now, turn around.”

  Samira turned and caught her reflection in the mirror again. Ivan stood behind and pressed himself against her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. They gazed into each other’s eyes in the reflection, taking the time to make the emotional connection they’d promised each other. Samira saw that they made a beautiful couple and she secretly hoped that one day this fleeting image would be a tangible photograph of a happy couple in love.

  Ivan broke eye contact and kissed her neck, pulling her out of her thoughts. His hot breath soothed her, as his lips caressed her earlobe. “Bend over,” he whispered. “Ready for me, sweetheart? Let go of yourself, okay. Promise?”

  “Yes…!”

  Samira rested her palms on the edge of the sink and offered him her ass, then she felt him easing his hard cock inside her, slowly and gently – because he knew he was big.

  “You’re so tight,” he grunted, moving his hips fast, but taking her gently.

  Samira couldn’t speak now, the lust was so overwhelming. He was very well-endowed, and the thrill of taki
ng him deeper and deeper was enhanced by the pleasure/pain sensation. He was incredible. She turned her head and gasped, throwing him a grin of delight.

  He smiled coolly, then he eased himself fully inside and reached around to rub her clit, zooming glorious pleasure into that tightly focused area. He started to thrust deep as he pulled her hips strongly towards him so she could feel his balls banging against her thigh. His cock skimmed her G-spot and his fingers fondled her clit with the perfect speed and pressure, and very quickly the orgasm caught, flooding Samira’s mind with absolute ecstasy – more than she’d ever felt. She heard herself groaning loudly as the ecstasy took her, making her cry out like an untamed animal.

  She sensed Ivan tense behind her as he shot his load deep inside. He instinctively pulled them even tighter together, giving Samira another wave of joy. She grinned and groaned, flying high on this wonderful plane of reality – a place where the Iranian government were terrified of losing their young people to. And Samira understood why. This was empowering, liberating – it made her feel as if she could do anything. She grinned instinctively as Ivan’s thrusts slowly decreased behind her, giving her a less intense but more contented type of pleasure, leaving a secure feeling of power in its wake.

  Eventually she opened her eyes and they made eye contact in the mirror. Samira giggled. Ivan laughed and gazed at her in awe. Her mind was still a little bit in the dream-world of the orgasm, but she knew her world was changed now for a while. No matter what happened tomorrow, she knew she’d wake up and carry this euphoric tingling with her. She sensed that Ivan had given her a little piece of his soul, and she would carry it with her, close to her heart.

  She sighed, still bent over the sink, with Ivan still filling her from behind. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  He gazed at her. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come, Samira. Thank you for keeping your promise and giving me yourself.”

  “Thank you. You’re a very good lover, Ivan.”

  She stood up slowly, and he eased himself out of her. Then she turned to kiss him and – as natural as breathing – his arms fell around her. She pressed her sweaty pleasure-drenched body against his, feeling as if they’d known each other forever. Samira rested her head on his shoulder. She felt drunk – the orgasm had been so intense.

  Ivan held her tight and kissed her affectionately. “Hey, if you ever need help with any other stuck faucets, be sure to let me know, right?”

  Samira chuckled, feeling as light and free as a little girl. Then she lifted her head and gazed at him like an adult. “Actually, there is a problem with the bed in the guest room – where you’re staying. Perhaps we should take a look at it together. What do you say?”

  “I say, fucking great idea!”

  Chapter Four

  Ivan awoke the next morning feeling a sensation that he hadn’t felt for years – happiness. And satisfaction. Optimism. It was as if life had somehow taken on a deeper dimension overnight – a dimension that he’d only ever glimpsed at during his childhood. Those rare days when he’d been happy, staying out of trouble… playing baseball in the park with his brothers; riding their bikes so fast they felt they were flying... He opened his eyes and saw his bedroom was bright and airy. It was calming; comforting. And he was sure he could hear the ocean in the distance. Joy whirled up inside him and he realised how foreign this was to him.

  The last eighteen months had been an exhausting slog, because he and Tariq had been obsessed with their project, which was time-consuming and highly pressurised. They knew it was potentially life-changing stuff, and not just for them – they’d convinced themselves that humanity needed this device, and every time Ivan heard about world events –riots, corruption, famine – he was reminded of how urgent it was to get it out there.

  But the work took its toll on his quality of life. He tended to wake up early and drag himself to the Manhattan office on autopilot, where he and Tariq would work their asses off for twelve hours straight, stopping only for food, or sometimes for an evening escape to a bar, where Ivan would meet fellow desperate and lonely – but busy – women who he would share brief encounters with. Ivan always ensured sex was good for the woman he was with, but sometimes it felt as if he was simply taking care of a body function – like eating or drinking. It was just something that needed to be done; a relief of tension. And the next morning, he’d leave early and get back to work, knowing that the woman he’d spent the night with would also be in a hurry to leave...

  But this morning was different. He felt warm and he could see a sunbeam streaming through the closed drapes. It was a tonic to be in California for a February escape from the never-ending winter back home. But his happy mood was of course due to much more than the weather. He was accustomed to waking up with a young lady in his bed, but Samira sparkled with a magic he’d never encountered before. After they’d made love for the second time last night, they’d cuddled under the covers, and chatted about life in Iran and also about Ivan’s life. They’d laughed about stupid things – really laughed. Ivan hadn’t laughed so much since his teens. He found her so easy to talk to – like he’d known her for years. It was as if he’d found his new best friend. Maybe it was because she reminded him so much of Tariq – it was like finding a female version of his childhood buddy, someone who he’d clicked with immediately, and who he craved to spend time with.

  Ivan wasn’t averse to the idea of relationships or marriage – unlike his brothers Adam and Dylan who both seemed to be commitment-phobes. But he’d just never met a woman who’d gotten under his skin like this. He’d been beginning to wonder whether that woman even existed, and then he’d met her. Samira was so different. She was hot for a start. Beautiful and captivating. And a born fighter like him. He loved how confident she was about her body, and how she’d refused to let the Iranian regime break her spirit.

  Lust rushed through him and he opened his eyes with the intention of waking her up with a shower of kisses, already desperate to make love to her again and again. And then he could bring her breakfast in bed, and he’d stroll into the office late – at lunchtime. It suddenly wasn’t important anymore. How had that happened? The project – which had been everything to Ivan for so long – had suddenly been eclipsed by this beautiful lady from Iran.

  He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, then opened his mouth to say good morning –

  But she wasn’t there… just an empty space next to him where Samira rightfully should be. His heart sank. And then his pride rankled. He’d been left in bed by a woman! That hadn’t happened before – at least not by someone he was interested in. He wanted Samira – she’d unlocked a primal desire within him. And now he was going to find her, throw her over his shoulder, and bring her back to bed, so he could ensure she’d never want another man as long as she lived.

  She was his now…

  Chapter Five

  Ivan pulled on a pair of jeans and relished the sensation of walking through the house bare-chested – Samira had been impressed with his toned body last night, and he was keen to rub his pecs against her glorious breasts again as soon as possible.

  With his erection straining in his jeans at the thought of fucking Samira, he padded down the stairs and along the hallway towards the kitchen. The cool marble floor beneath his bare feet did nothing to quash this newly ignited heat in his soul. He allowed his mind to run through what he actually should be doing today and he remembered that he and Tariq had arranged for a couple of reps from a potential client partner to visit this morning. Damn. He’d need to abandon his plan to drag Samira back to bed, which was a pity because suddenly nothing seemed more important than fucking her until noon, and chilling out on the beach with her all afternoon. He shook himself out of it. What the hell was wrong with him? Work always came first.

  But maybe it was time to take a break.

  As he approached the kitchen, he heard music coming from within, so he halted and listened to Samira’s sweet voice singing along t
o the radio. Warm affection burst into his heart, and he braced himself to flirt. He pushed open the door and strode inside, opening his mouth to say a smutty good morning. But he closed it as his eyes connected with Samira’s wonderful ass swaying in time to the music. She took his breath away. She was wearing only her satin nightdress – which was short enough to reveal the glorious curve of her ass, with no panties beneath. He prepared himself to come up behind her, fondle her tits, nuzzle her neck, and fuck her strongly.

  But as he inhaled to speak, shock silenced him again and he halted inside the doorway. Samira turned from the kitchen counter where she was preparing the breakfast and grinned, but it wasn’t her that Ivan was shocked to see. There was a fit young man, probably about Samira’s age, helping her to chop up fruit at the work surface – also swaying in time to the music. The guy had longish brown hair, a Californian tan, and a demeanour that made him look like he’d just arrived on his surfboard. He was much younger than Ivan, causing Ivan’s insecurity to bubble.

  “Morning, hot stuff,” Samira said, still grinning at Ivan. “Just in time for breakfast.”

  “So I see.”

  Samira followed his line of sight. “Oh, this is Craig.”

  Ivan clenched his fists as jealously surged through him.

  Craig threw him a causal smile. “Hi, Ivan. Samira was just filling me in about you.”

  Craig chuckled knowingly and smirked at Samira. She giggled girlishly. Ivan suppressed his desire to punch Craig and wipe that stupid little grin off his face. Who the hell was this guy? Perhaps one of her college friends? But what was he doing here at this time of day? Samira was his, and he wasn’t prepared to share her. But this pretty boy was obviously giving her the goods, too. He suddenly wondered how many other men she had on the go. She’d said that sex was an act of rebellion in Iran – a way for the youth to reclaim their own bodies. Samira was clearly making the most of her stay in the liberal West…