All That He Demands (The Billionaire's Seduction Part 3) (8 page)

“What?” I asked.

In answer, he pulled one strand of my bikini top off one shoulder, then the other. I smiled, reached behind me, and untied the string and let it drop to the floor.

Then he knelt down in front of me, hooked his fingers through the bikini bottom, and pulled it over my thighs and down to the floor.

A thrill shot through me as he grasped my ass tightly in both hands, pulled me in to him, and kissed the little shaved runway of hair between my legs.

And got in a tiny flick of his tongue on something a bit more sensitive while he was at it.

Then he stood up, and I pushed him down on the bed. He grinned and pulled himself back so that he was completely on the mattress, head to foot.

I crawled over him, and while I was in that position, licked him softly from his balls, slooooowly up the shaft, and then kissed the underside of his head as it strained away from his belly.

He groaned and thrashed his head around a little.

“Can I ask you a favor?” I purred.

“Anything,” he gasped.

“Just let me know a few seconds before you’re about to come.”

He looked a little disappointed, but he nodded his head. “You got it.”

Then I switched my body so that I was kneeling beside him, with my rear end close to his head, and I took his cock in my hand and began to suck him again.

Soft, slow, wet, teasingly.

So that I could free up my hands, I lowered my body against his, feeling my soft flesh against his rock hard muscles. My legs stretched off to the side, both of them crossing his right arm and shoulder.

Then I began to trace my fingers along the muscles of his thighs, his lower abdomen, and his hips, watching his skin quiver and jump under my touch as I moved my mouth wetly over the head and first couple of inches of his shaft.

I wasn’t that experienced, and I wasn’t going to try to fit
all
of that in my mouth (HELL no), so I figured I would just concentrate on making things sensual.

If he wanted more, we’d talk about it on the tenth or eleventh date.

I kept stroking with my hands and sucking with my lips, running my tongue over his feverish skin, when I suddenly felt him grab my leg.

At first I thought maybe I was hurting him somehow, so I moved further away from him, shifting my legs a few more inches away from his head –

But that’s not what he wanted.

He used his powerful arms to force my leg up and over his head, so that I was basically lying spreadeagled on his face.

My eyes got wide.

Um… okay…

And then my eyes got wider as I felt his tongue lick my lips.

Then slide like silk over my clit.

Shivers ran up and down my spine.

And then, softly, wetly, but firm and delicious, he slowly entered inside me.

All while I had his very large, lovely, lavender-tasting shaft inside my mouth.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

So this was 69.

I
told
you I was inexperienced.

I’d never done it before. I guess I was a little too shy, and none of my boyfriends liked giving oral sex (some of them
never
gave me oral sex), so I’d never experienced it.

To be honest, it was a little distracting.

I was trying to do something for Connor, and now I was dealing with crazy sensations from down under.

It was nice.
Really
nice. The scratch of his whiskers against my thighs was a little uncomfortable… but he seemed to know that, and somehow kept it to a minimum. And the long, lingering swirls of his tongue more than made up for any discomfort.

To tell the truth, though, it was like I was trying to concentrate on studying, and a bowl of ice cream was next to me, and I was only allowed to take little bites of the ice cream, but I still had to study, so I couldn’t
fully
study, and I couldn’t
fully
enjoy the ice cream – so it was all a bit distracting.

Fun, but distracting.

I actually paused a few times and just closed my eyes as I felt him move in and out of me, his tongue soft and yielding, but firm enough to give me a hot, delicious feeling. And since it wasn’t
nearly
as big as, um, other parts, it didn’t hurt anything that was still tender.

I took him out of my mouth.

“If you keep doing it that well, I can’t concentrate enough on you,” I said, looking back.

His answer was to swirl his tongue around my clit, then fuck me even harder with his tongue.

“
Oh my GOD
,” I moaned, and decided I would just have to make the best of a tough situation.

In fact, I turned it into a contest.

I tried to block out as much as I could of his tongue licking, caressing, and pleasuring me, and focused solely on him.

I began to move up and down, my wet lips moving along his shaft, drenching him, sucking him lightly, letting my tongue tease him as much as I could.

I caressed his shaft with one hand, sliding it up and down, enjoying its thickness and heft in my grasp, as I cupped his balls with the other hand, tickling him, fondling him, rubbing him with gradually increasing pressure.

As much as I tried to ignore the pleasure he was giving me, though, it was still affecting me. I kept going faster and faster as I sucked him – not consciously, but because he kept giving me more and more pleasure, and the more I tried to ignore it, the further and further it drove me into a frenzy.

I just kept sliding over him with my mouth, closing my eyes, feeling the waves of bliss rolling up from my thighs, and then tried to go back to concentrating, running my lips and tongue over his massive shaft –

It must have worked, because suddenly the naughtiness downstairs stopped, and I saw the muscles of his legs clench tight.

“Lily,” he choked out, his voice muffled beneath me, “I’m going to come – ”

I told you before that I’m not fond of guys crossing the finishing line in my mouth.

Really
dislike it, actually.

This time was different.

I only paused for a second, but then I decided I wanted to do this for him.

I wanted to give him something.

I wanted to give myself completely to him.

Even if I didn’t totally enjoy it, I wanted
him
to.

And, to be honest, I was so turned on from him licking and kissing and being inside me, that I kind of
wanted
him to come in my mouth.

So I just kept doing what I was doing – licking him, sucking him, moving him in and out of my mouth as one hand stroked his gorgeous shaft and the other hand cupped harder and harder against his balls.

“Lily, I’m going to come – ” I heard him say again, his voice straining as he hung on valiantly, trying to give me a chance to move away.

I just kept plunging down on him, stroking him, sucking him as sensuously as I knew how.

“Oh God Lily I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t – ”

And then he just groaned and gripped his hands tight around my waist, and I felt his cock burst in my mouth.

I had been a little worried that it would be
a lot
, which I really didn’t want. But luckily, he’d come so many times in the last twelve hours that it was just a tiny bit. I relaxed and enjoyed it as he pulsed between my lips, over and over, the feeling of his entire shaft quivering and shuddering in my hand and my mouth, as he groaned like he was dying.

As his contractions finally stopped, I withdrew him from my mouth and tasted him fully for the first time. Salty, yes, but not bad. And not much, so I just swallowed, and it was done.

I licked him again, and sucked his head lightly a little more, which brought out a couple more short, dying spasms… and then I kissed him, once, twice, six or seven times, all around his slowly shrinking head and shaft. I ran my fingers softly up and down the length of him and rolled off his body so that I could look back and see his face.

He was staring up at the ceiling like he’d just had a religious experience.

Like, ‘celestial choirs and glowing lights’ type religious experience.

I laid my head on his strong, muscular stomach and smiled at him. “Did you like that?”

He raised his head just enough so that he could look into my eyes, and croaked, “I’d say that’s an understatement.”

I felt full of happiness that I could do something that affected him so powerfully.

“You were doing your level best to make it difficult for me,” I chided him, then gave him a naughty little smirk. “But I won.”

He lifted his head all the way, his mouth open in surprise. “You won?”

“Mm-hmmm,” I grinned.

“YOU won?!”

Apparently he was so competitive that this was unacceptable.

“Yup.”

“Oh no you didn’t,” he said, sitting up fast.

I shrieked and giggled as he loomed over me. “Yes I did!”

“No you didn’t!” he insisted as he tickled me.

I laughed and screamed all at once, “YES I DID, YES I DID, YES I DID!”

He stopped my mouth with a long, slow, lingering kiss. I put my fingers to his face and caressed the stubble on his cheeks.

And when he pulled away, I whispered, “I won.”

“I’LL show you who wins around here,” he growled, and began flicking his tongue from my nipples down to my belly, then between my thighs.

His cheeks were a little scratchy, but he was careful – and his tongue was velvety smooth.

I was at such a high pitch from before that I came within sixty seconds, a crashing, devastating, annihilating orgasm that left me unable to talk for almost a minute afterwards.

After it was over, he crawled back up to me, kissing my skin, licking the curves of my hips, sucking softly on my nipples before he collapsed next to me.

“So…
who
won?” he growled sexily.

“I think it’s safe to say we both won,” I whispered dreamily as he held me against his chest.

He nuzzled into my shoulder.

“…but I won more,” I said, then shrieked as he pounced and tickled me again.

After the tickling (which finally ended in a long, slow, lingering kiss), we lay in each other’s arms for awhile.

Then he leaned up on one elbow and looked at me.

“I need a shower. You want to join me?”

I nodded. He rolled off the bed and got to his feet, then pulled me along with him and led the way to the bathroom.

“Hmmm… I changed my mind. How about a bath instead?” he asked.

“Fine by me.”

He turned on the extra-large faucet for the jacuzzi bathtub, which was set into the floor. The faucet spewed water so fast that a fireman could hook up his hose to it.

That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but not much.

“Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as he grabbed a robe and padded out into the main room of the penthouse.

I walked down the steps into the jacuzzi and sat on one of the little ledges as the deliciously hot water began to fill up the tub. It was up to my waist when Connor finally returned, carrying a bowl of fruit and two glasses of orange juice from the breakfast table outside.

“Just in case,” he said, and set everything down beside the tub. Then he grabbed his shaving kit, placed it by the food, dropped the robe (yum) and walked down into the jacuzzi to join me.

“Stand up,” he said, and when I did, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap. “Much better.”

We kissed as the water rose around us, filling the air with steam. Then he broke away from me and shut off the faucet.

“Hold on a sec.” He unwrapped a fancy package of soap by the tub and began to lather it between his hands. “Now… time to get clean.”

He began to rub his soapy hands across my back, my neck, my shoulders, and most of all my breasts.

“I think you’ve got them clean enough,” I teased after he’d spent a good sixty seconds on them.

“Nope,” he said as he continued fondling them. “Gotta make sure.”

After a minute I returned the favor, working up a lather and running my sudsy hands over his chest, his back, his neck, and his arms. I loved the sensation of my fingers tracing the outlines of his powerful muscles, feeling his firm, taut flesh as my soapy hands glided over him.

 Once I was finished he rummaged around in his shaving kit and pulled out a razor, one of those snap-on kinds with the five safety blades, and a can of fancy shaving cream with French on the label.

“You mind?” he asked while he lathered up his face.

“No.” In fact, I was curious to watch him.

He paused, looked at me, and then grinned. “You want to do it?”

My eyes grew wide. “What? No!”

“Why not?”

“I might cut you!”

“You shave your legs, don’t you?”

“Yeah, my
legs!
I’ve never shaved anyone else before!”

“Always a first time.” He winked at me. “Come on… I don’t have a mirror.”

“There’s one right there,” I said, gesturing to the long mirror over the sinks.

“Yeah, but I’d have to get out of the bath. Help me out.”

I shook my head woefully, then acquiesced. “This is a bad idea.”

“This is a
great
idea,” he grinned, then pulled me onto his lap again, straddling and facing him.

I could feel him between my thighs, thick but soft, brushing against the inside of my thigh as the water currents moved it.

I would have been turned on if I weren’t so nervous.

I began by shaving down his cheek.

“After you shave down, shave up, too, against the grain,” he said, enjoying watching my nervousness.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said as I dunked the razor in the water, washing away the lather.

“I trust you implicitly,” he grinned. “I am literally putting my life in your hands.”

“Don’t smile, it makes it harder.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, and took on a mockingly serious expression.

After the first few strokes, though, I began to get the hang of it – and I began to enjoy it. The soft scrape of the blade on his skin… the miniscule vibrations of his whiskers under the metal… the curves and slopes of his face and jaw as I traced the razor across it.