But the big man took me by surprise again. Because standing suddenly, the billionaire loomed over me.
I jerked, surprised, making him laugh.
“Easy pretty lady,” the big man growled hoarsely, blue eyes still gleaming. “Just taking my jacket off. Because princess, where do you want to do it?”
Oh my god, he was actually going through with this? He was actually going to go along with this nasty plan?
Alarms blared in my head, screaming, “Abort, abort!”
But it was too late. Water was already rushing over the sides of the boat, and my words came tumbling out in a stammer.
“Umm … is out here okay? My roommates will be gone all night.” Immediately, I cursed myself. Why did I have to sound like a babbling schoolgirl again? Why couldn’t I sound cool and collected?
But a knowing smile slid over that masculine face.
“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he shrugged. “But on one condition.”
I bit my lip, paralyzed by the big man. Oh god, I always do whatever he wants.
And grinning once more, the big man made his demand.
“You have to get naked while I drink.”
I stared at him, blinking in confusion.
“I’m sorry?” was my dazed reply. “I’m sorry?”
The alpha was completely unfazed, showing those pearly whites again.
“You heard me, princess. Drinking is your rule. Getting naked is mine. Tit for tat, all’s fair, right?”
He undid the top two buttons of his shirt, like he was giving a nice show and tell of what he wanted me to do. But then his expression grew serious.
“I want to see you naked while I down that special blend you saved.” Jake rolled his shoulders, like he was warming up. Everything about him screamed alpha. Man in charge.
I stammered again, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was an incoherent, “Unnnh….”
Because how did this happen? I was supposed to be the one in control. I was supposed to be the one calling the shots, but instead, I was helpless, caught in my own tangled web.
Oh god.
And before I knew it, my head was nodding, the words slipping from my lips.
“We should go to my room then,” came my whisper.
Jake nodded, pleased.
“Lead the way, little lady,” he drawled. “Lead the way.”
And as if in a trance, I walked slowly towards my bedroom, that massive form trailing me, making my skin prickle. Oh god, oh god. I was in way over my head. Because ever since I asked him to drink his own cum, his dick had stiffened, hard and alert. But he wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, the alpha was hella turned on, rarin’ to go.
Would he really do it? Was this really happening? Unbiddden, my pussy loosened and gushed at the thought.
Because yes, it was happening.
My dirty dream was coming true.
I was going to watch the nasty, and love every second of it.
Slowly, I put the bowl on the nightstand and with trembling fingers, took off my clothes. It’s strange, but this was the first time that I was completely naked in front of him, and it made me feel oddly vulnerable.
Blushing, I covered my breasts, but the big Double D’s wouldn’t stay put, escaping my tiny fists.
Jake’s gaze ran over my form, trailing like fire.
“Your body is perfect, sweetheart,” came his raspy growl. “Absolutely perfect.”
We stared at one another in the small space, unable to look away. But finally, he broke that contact, a lazy grin covering his face once more.
“You ready, princess?” gesturing to the bowl of cum.
My jaw dropped. He was still going to go along with this? I thought it was all a ploy to get me into the privacy of my bedroom.
But no, Jake was completely serious, so I nodded silently, eyes wide. Silently, I picked up the bowl and handed it to him, before dropping limply onto the side of my bed to watch.
And with no hesitation whatsoever, Jake did it. Legs braced wide like a conqueror, the alpha took the bowl from my trembling hands and brought it to his smiling lips. My breath choked when he actually took a sip. And then another, before lifting those blue eyes to mine.
“It’s good,” he rasped. “Real good since this is the cum that’s been in your ass.”
I gasped. Holy shit! Holy shit! Brain freeze, complete shock.
But the alpha wanted even more.
“Sweet thing, this is grade A tasty. But it’d be even better warmed up. I like hot food, not cold.”
My mouth gaped open then, nipples going tight as another flood of wetness rushed between my legs.
“What…what do you mean by warmed up?” Disbelief held me frozen on the edge of the bed. Asking about a microwave seemed stupid. Did he mean the oven? No, it couldn’t be.
But the billionaire just smiled again.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I’ll show you.”
I just stared at him. This was nuts. What the hell?