Lauren (Silicon Valley Billionaires 1)

ough me. I headed toward his room, wanting to please him. He sounded as if he meant business. “Aren’t you coming? What’re you going to do?”

He was still standing by the island, breathing hard. “I’m going to try to calm the fuck down.”

That same feeling of satisfaction filled me as I went to his room. I’d never felt sexy before Gabe. I’d never known the pleasure of having someone want me like he did. And I’d never guessed that giving someone else pleasure could be so intoxicating. A whole new world had just opened up for me. At twenty-five, I’d finally unlocked the secrets of my body. As both a woman and a scientist, I cursed myself for waiting so long.

Still, it had been worth it. I hadn’t known it, but I’d been waiting for Gabe.

My body hummed in anticipation of him joining me. I turned on the fireplace for atmosphere rather than heat. I slowly stripped off my clothes, giddy with excitement, and waited for him on his bed. It seemed as if he’d forgiven me, that I was back in his good graces. A minute later, he stalked through the door, his erection protruding, and I sucked in a breath.

Now that I knew I could take it, I couldn’t wait to ride him. I shivered in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to give me.

But he didn’t come to the bed. He stood away from me, near the fire, watching me. He started to fist his cock with long, smooth strokes. “Good, you’re naked. At least you’ve done one thing I’ve told you to today. Now you’re going to do more.”

“What do you mean?” I watched, mesmerized, as he stood just out of reach, touching himself. “Come here. I’m ready for you.”

“I’m sure you are. Are you wet?”

I didn’t answer him. I writhed on the bed, watching him jealously. Very ready for him, and naked, the anticipation of release was killing me. He was mine, and that was my plaything that he had in his hands, and I wanted it. Now.

“I said, are you wet? Touch yourself. Tell me.”

I looked at his face, startled.

He kept stroking himself. “I’m not fucking kidding, Lauren. You’re going to do what I say for once, or you won’t get this.” He ran his hands down his shaft.

I wanted to give him a dirty look, but I wanted something else much more than that, and I wanted it bad, so I lay back on the bed and tentatively parted the lips of my pussy. Two can play this game. I ran my fingers down myself luxuriously. “I’m wet,” I called. “I’m so wet for you, Gabe.”

He grunted. “Touch yourself,” he commanded.

Fine. If he wasn’t going to take me, I would just pleasure myself. I pinched my own nipples and arched my back, hoping to drive him wild. Then, I opened my legs so he could see me, and I circled my clit with my own fingers, rubbing it finally and moaning in pleasure. I looked up to see him watching me in the firelight. I was so close, right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Stop,” he ordered.

My breath hitched painfully, but I didn’t move my hand. I was just about to come. So close…

He came over and moved my hand, holding it over my head and securing it to the bed with his. He did that with my other hand too, so I struggled beneath him, unable to give myself release or put my hands on him.

“Not yet, babe.” A glimmer of a smile passed over his lips as he kissed me, his tongue tentatively searching my mouth.

Our tongues connected, and I moaned beneath him, arching my back. I could feel him against me, thick and hot.

“Gabe. Please.” I could feel my own wetness soaking my thighs. After finally having him inside me, I knew nothing else could satisfy me like that. “Don’t you want to?” I pleaded, exasperated and frustrated.

“Of course I want to. But I have self-control. And I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it.

My hips bucked against him. “What lesson?”

He took my other breast in his mouth and drove his hips against me, grinding his erection into my thigh.

So close, but yet so far. “What lesson, Gabe?”

He slid down between my legs and lapped at me expertly, from my vagina up to my clit. He swirled the tender bud with his tongue, making my world go white. I was so close again.

Then, he stopped, and I cried out, wanting his mouth back on me, desperate for release. He is torturing me.

“You’re going to learn not to cross me and not to lie to me. Because I’m the only one who can give you what you want.”

I licked my lips in anticipation. “What’s that?” Desire twisted in my belly. I had a feeling I already knew, but I needed to play along so maybe he’d give it to me.