The Billionaire From Philly

The tip of Victor’s tongue swirled against her clitoris and then darted to the slick folds of her inner labia, not quite penetrating her, teasing her—and then moving back up once more. Victor sucked her folds as much into his mouth as he could, flicking the wet, strong muscle of his tongue up and down along her labia, and Danielle’s hips bucked as she became more and more turned on, her fluids flowing more freely.

She groaned in frustration as Victor brought her to the edge of climax and then slowed down, again and again, teasing her relentlessly. There were moments in their sex life together—like the one happening right then—where Danielle wasn’t sure if she was more annoyed or impressed at how well Victor could read the signs of her mounting pleasure; it made it so easy for him to tease her like this, bringing her so close that she could almost taste the climax building up between her hips and then backing off just enough that she didn’t quite come.

Danielle tugged at Victor’s hair, pushing her hips down for better contact, and just when she thought she was going to get what she really wanted, Victor pulled away altogether.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Danielle said, sitting up and reaching around to the back of her head to remove the blindfold. “I thought this was supposed to be my big night!” Victor chuckled and Danielle scowled at him as the scarf fell away from her eyes and she could see him once more.

“I thought you wanted dessert, too,” Victor pointed out playfully.

“I thought you were going to let me come first,” Danielle countered, her voice tart with disappointment and frustrated desire. Victor took one of her hands in his and guided it to the front of his boxers—and it was only then that Danielle realized that he’d stripped down, too—for her to feel the rock-hard erection forming a heavy, hot bulge there, straining at the thin fabric.

“We have all night, Dani,” Victor pointed out, meeting her gaze with a slow smile. “When have I ever not made you come more than once?” Danielle had to admit that he was right, and something about him calling her Dani made her heart flutter—but she told herself she would think about that later.

“You’d better switch places with me then,” Danielle told him firmly. If he could bring her to the edge like that and disappoint her, she was going to get as much revenge as possible. She climbed down from th

e table and noticed that Victor had set up some rags and a basin of water for cleanup, along with ice for the containers of ice cream—it was well-planned, she had to admit. Victor mopped up the traces on the tabletop while Danielle wiped herself down, and then he took up the position she’d vacated, and Danielle pointed to the blindfold.

“Only fair,” Victor conceded, taking the scarf and tying it securely about his face. He lay back flat on the table, his legs open, and Danielle’s gaze trailed down over his lean, muscular form until she saw that he was now fully naked, his erect cock flushed purple-red from the intensity of his arousal.

She decided to take a different tack to what Victor had done to her and began scooping ice cream: caramel and cherry and chocolate, all gathered in the slight concavity just below his pectoral muscles, before his abdomen. Then she added her toppings, drizzling fudge and caramel over the ice cream and down along the ridges of his flat belly, almost to his navel. She sprayed little rosettes of whipped cream on his nipples, and in a little path from his navel down to the spot just above where his pubic hair gathered around his cock and balls.

Then, when she was fully satisfied with her artistry, Danielle attacked her sundae with gusto, licking and sucking the melting sweetness into her mouth. At first, she just focused on devouring as much of the ice cream and toppings as possible, to minimize the mess—but then as more and more of Victor’s body came clean, she began to tease him with her lips and tongue just as much as she went after the dessert itself, lapping at his skin and nibbling him playfully just as he had done to her.

She sucked the whipped cream from his nipples and—along with it—sucked the pebble-hard nubs between her lips, swirling the tip of her tongue around each one before moving on down along his body.

By the time she came to the little trail of whipped cream leading from his navel to just above his cock, Danielle was resigned to the fact that they had both made a huge mess—but she had more enjoyment to get out of her treat. She looked up at Victor’s face as she daintily licked the whipped cream, taking her time, torturing Victor as much as she could stand.

It was easy to tell the effect she was having on the man: his face around the scarf that covered his eyes was tight with anticipation, his hands gripping the air, his jaw clenched to muffle the moans that came up through his throat. Danielle finally—finally—descended on his hard cock, sucking him into her mouth as much as she could in one quick movement.

She sucked and licked him, pulling back to focus on the tip and then taking him as deeply as she could, her fingers wrapped around the base while her other hand reached up to cradle Victor’s balls gently. Victor’s hips jerked, thrusting up into her sucking mouth, and Danielle kept just back enough to avoid gagging on him, pulling up and pumping him with her fingers to keep the tension going. She had no illusions about her ability to hold him down the way he’d done her; she knew she had to be sneakier.

Danielle worked Victor with her lips and tongue, reading the tension in his body, feeling him come closer and closer to orgasm the longer she worshipped him with her mouth. After a month together, she knew—just as well as he did for her—when he was on the edge.

For a moment or two, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to let him come or back off and delay his gratification just as he had hers. But then a little devil seized her mind and she sucked him as deeply into her mouth as possible, resisting the gag reflex that rose up, breathing through her nose as she carefully massaged his balls in her palm. Victor groaned out, his hand finding her shoulder, latching on and gripping tightly.

“Fuck—fuck, Dani...shit, if you don’t stop—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but Danielle knew what the end of it would be nonetheless. She continued sucking, pulling back just enough to swirl her tongue around his length, and all at once Victor’s cock twitched in her mouth in erratic spasms, and the sweetness from all the ice cream and toppings melted away as the first gush of his orgasm flooded into her mouth, coating her tongue with the sharp-salty flavor of Victor’s come. She swallowed, and then swallowed again, moaning in vicarious pleasure around Victor’s cock as she continued to work him with her hands, her lips and her tongue.

She pulled back when she felt the last of the spasms, swallowing the last traces of him, and looked up at Victor’s face. He slumped against the table, panting slightly, and Danielle smirked to herself in proud satisfaction. She might not have come—yet—but she had enjoyed tormenting him, and she knew that Victor would work much harder to get the upper hand, and make sure that she had at least two orgasms before letting her get him off again.

After a few moments, Victor pushed the scarf up over his eyes and sat up slightly, looking at her. “You cheated,” he said with mock disapproval.

“You said dessert, I had dessert,” Danielle said with a shrug. “You didn’t want to let me come yet—but I didn’t say anything about not wanting you to come yet.” She stuck out her tongue at him and Victor smirked.

“I think we both need a shower,” he said. “We’re both sticky, and I need a few minutes to recover before I can fuck your brains out to get even.” Danielle snickered.

“Well, you can get started in the shower,” she pointed out. “Maybe make up for disappointing me before.”

“Oh that is definitely on the agenda for this evening,” Victor confirmed. “And then maybe some coffee, and then bed.” He grinned evilly. “I want you up as late as possible.”

“Well don’t just tell me about it,” Danielle suggested, a note of challenge in her voice. She started when Victor managed to climb down from the table in one quick movement, more coordinated than she would have expected so soon after his climax. He reached for her and pulled her close, kissing her eagerly on the lips even as his hands trailed over her body, intensifying her arousal once again.

Danielle could feel the tension deep down between her hips, the wetness between her thighs beginning to grow once more. She was definitely willing to go for hours still; and any thought of her brother’s friend, or of her brother, was a million miles away from her mind in that moment. She didn’t even remember the fact that something had thrown her off, much less what that had been; all she thought about in that moment was the question of how many times Victor would be spurred to make sure she got off, his pride good-naturedly wounded by her getting him off first.

Chapter12

Victor sat back at his desk and considered whether or not to call it a day and go home; Danielle had left about an hour before, after a last-minute tryst to finish up her workday, and Victor had stayed behind, intent on finishing some paperwork for his accountant for the quarterly taxes he would have to file.

It had been a week since their first real date, and Victor was glad to find that things hadn’t become awkward between them as a result of that night together—it hadn’t escaped his awareness that going on an actual date with Danielle would not only further deepen their connection to each other but would also potentially open things up between them to become awkward.