The Truth
(Liam)
The tightness in my throat from thinking what happened to my mentor relaxes a little with her touch. I rarely allow myself to even think about it. Victor is about the only other person I’ve shared my concerns with about the threats to my money.
My voice would waver if I spoke now, so I remain silent and do not answer Darcy’s request to know my real name. Instead, I pull her completely onto my lap, cup the back of her head, and close my mouth over hers. Our kiss is gentle, more meaningful than before now that we’ve laid everything out about each other. We’re closer, connected.
Darcy’s change of mind from dinner shows she’s accepted this thing between us, she’s stopped fighting the thing I’ve known since the wedding — we’re meant to be together. She is The One.
I shift her body, and put each of her legs along either side of me, so that she’s straddling me. Her bathrobe flows over her legs, leaving her pink lips pressing against my cock. It stirs at the soft moistness, and it starts to harden. I grip Darcy’s hips and grind her against my dick. I moan as it springs to life. I hadn’t planned on doing this now, but I can’t resist her.
Placing my hands on her waist, I yank her bathrobe open to feel her soft skin against mine. Her tits rub up against me, her nipples as hard as my cock.
Squeezing her waist, I lift her and lower her onto my cock. Fuck, I don’t have a condom nearby, but at this point I can’t fight the urge to care. I’m clean, I’m sure she is. I’ll pull out. And holy fuck do her slick walls feel amazing against the bare skin of my dick.
Our kiss grows hungrier, and I’m sure she feels the meaning of it as much as I do. Darcy circles her hips, grinding her clit against me with each movement. My cock screams at how fucking good she makes me feel. The tingles exploding down my legs and up my back.
I pull her closer to me, her clean scent from the shower filling my nose. She smells like my shower gel, mixed with her own sweet scent. And that’s what she is now, she has my mark all over her.
Sliding my hands into her bathrobe, I hook them into the arm holes and pull it off her. I finally break our kiss to look at her, to examine the gorgeous, curvy woman sitting astride me.
My eyes flit over her, the juiciness of her thighs, the lusciousness of her tits, jiggling as she moves herself on me.
The entire time I’m taking her in, I’m aware of her blue eyes on me, watching my eyes watch her. I shift my gaze to her face, and our eyes connect. It gives me a jolt, which runs all the way down my spine to my cock, and it surges inside of her.
I clamp my hands on her hips to still her, to give my dick time to calm down so we can keep doing this.
Darcy sucks her lips between her teeth, and I catch her eyes again. They’re pure blue, the clarity of a window into her soul. As I gaze into them, a thought hits me like a punch to the stomach.
I’ve always been wary of exposing my identity to a woman in case she blew my cover. Until now, I’d never considered the possibility that I’d be putting her safety at risk.
Nothing can ever happen to her, especially because of me.
Now that Darcy’s mine, I have to protect her from people who could hurt her in order to blackmail me. Is it fair of me to put her at such risk? I make a mental note to get a bodyguard on her as soon as she leaves my apartment.
Racked with guilt, our gaze locks. I brush her hair from her face, and say, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Darcy’s brow knits and she tilts her head. “Why would something happen to me? Who are you, Liam Jones? You never answered that.”
I bring her head alongside mine, our cheeks touching. My heart hammers in my chest but I won’t let it stop me from uttering the three words I’ve never said before.
In a low voice, I say, “I’m William Bannerman.”
She gasps so loudly it seems to suck all the air out of the room. I stroke my hands over her back, arms and legs while she digests my words.
“Are you fucking serious?” She exclaims, sitting up straight on me.
“I tried to show you my ID earlier.”
It’s as if she’s frozen, as she sits bolt upright on me, her mouth half hanging open.
“Are you going to blink?” I ask, smiling to put her at ease.
Darcy remains still and silent. I suppose that’s normal. I don’t know. I’ve never told anyone who I am, other than Victor, my lawyers and my top-level accounting team.
I mesh my fingers through her hair, pull her against me, and press my lips against hers. Forcing her lips apart, I kiss her as I push my hips up into her, driving my cock deeper into her.
She places a hand on my chest and pushes herself upright again.
“Are you telling me I’ve got the world’s most elusive billionaire inside of me?”
Still gripping her hair, I tilt her head, exposing her neck to me. “I am,” I say, and suck the soft flesh between my teeth.
“This is surreal,” she says.
“This is good. Now move,” I say, and grip her ass, nudging it to spur her from her stillness.
Darcy slowly starts moving on me, circling back and forth and I’m filled with lust again. The worries of me putting her at risk vanish to the back of my mind as my cock screams for more and more of her wet pussy.
I growl through her mouth, and flex my ass to make her bounce on me. Darcy giggles as her ass slaps against my thighs.
She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, giving me a good view of her tits as they jiggle and sway in the fast movement.
Reaching my hand between us, I fumble through her folds and locate her clit. I capture it between my index and middle fingers, and rub over it with my thumb.
Darcy throws her head back and once again stills herself, gasping and moaning. She’s close, I can already feel her walls starting to spasm around me. I breathe air deep into my lungs, knowing I have to pull out but determined not to until she’s climaxed.
Her shoulders rise and shudder, and her body quivers all over as she comes.
“Oh God, Liam,” she moans, the high-pitched words shooting straight from my ears to my cock.
With lightning speed, I release her clit, grab her hips and yank her off me just as my dick starts to spurt. I groan as I shove her, squealing, onto the sofa beside me.
I don’t even bother to catch the mess spewing from my cock, instead I flop back into the sofa and let my feelings for Darcy wash over me.
We sit side by side on the sofa, our chests heaving. The lights of the city shine through the window, reminding me of the greater world outside and the need to get a bodyguard on her as soon as she leaves my home. I’ll send my own to cover her if need be, I rarely use him anyway.
I don’t need to, no one knows who I am. Which is another reason I keep my identity a secret. How else would I be able to move around the city on my own, and meet pretty women at the Fat Kok.
“I can’t believe you’re William Bannerman.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a legend. The mysterious billionaire no one knows anything about. There aren’t even any pictures of you.”
“Well, now you know the truth. It’s really not that exciting.”
She turns to me and grins, flicks her eyes over my body until they come to a rest on my cock, and says, “I don’t know. So far I’ve found everything about you to be pretty damn exciting.”
“You bring that out of me. Normally, I’m all work.”
“Speaking of work, no one even knows what you do or own.”
“It’s all part of the mystery.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me? Or does the full disclosure you were talking about only include your name?”