A Billionaire With Benefits

He held her, played with her, enjoying that she was wet.

“You miss this, don’t you?” he asked her.

She said nothing, closing her eyes again, controlling herself from moaning. He enjoyed seeing her like this, helpless to lust for him. She sucked in a breath, the moment he played with her clit.

“You like that?” he asked her.

She nodded, there was nothing left to say. She hella enjoyed it, she only thought she didn’t want this anymore. He stroked her gently, stroked her slowly, and she arched on the bed. As greedy as it sounded, she wanted more. It was addictive, this pleasure he was giving to her.

The strap on the other side fell off, and he took a deep breath, seeing her breasts spill out completely. He wanted to ravage her and he grew harder. She stopped him from pleasuring her some more. It was her turn.

He looked surprised as she mounted on top of him, gyrating her hips to his hips, feeling his cock quiver with excitement. She held onto him and slowly slid himself into her. He let out a quiet moan, one he didn’t expect to happen. Her rhythm picked up, and Justin found himself moaning in pleasure.

He didn’t want to cum just yet, but the friction she created was becoming too much. He straddled her and switched positions, easily overpowering her and she couldn’t help but laugh as she landed on the bed again.

“I want you to cum,” he told her, trailing kisses down her neck, enjoying her cat-like grin and hearing her laugh.

What did he just say? Was he being considerate now? He stopped her trail of thought as he pushed himself into her, slowly. He was deliberately playing with her clit, the way he rubbed himself against her. Her hips moved in unison and he groaned again, feeling the tightness envelop him.

Mikaela felt this was different tonight, different from all the others. He was taking his sweet time, building up sensations she never thought existed. She flung her legs over his back, and she continued ro

cking her hips against him. She was so wet, he thought it would drive him crazy if he didn’t cum tonight. The heat between them was becoming unbearable. Her fingers dug on his back as he controlled his motion.

He found his pace picking up, thrusting faster and deeper into him, hearing her moan louder and she arched her back to meet him. He let out a groan, entering into her harder. The little motions she was making drove him nuts. He bent down to grate his teeth against her breasts and she found herself whimpering. As she continued moving her hips, he moaned louder this time, unable to control it. She hadn’t cum yet.

He slipped out of her and slid down to lick her. He felt the tangy taste of her, her female scent and he licked her slowly, tracing the outline of her lips. She shuddered and he didn’t stop licking her. Her tender flesh throbbed and she writhed as he teased her, sucking her juices. She was engorged and throbbing, in need of him inside her. She moaned louder, she screamed a little. He slipped into her again, pounding harder and harder.

It was so good, she came twice.

*

Chapter12

She woke up, dazed, wondering what time it was. It was barely three in the morning. She shifted and felt someone beside her. It was Justin. He was fast asleep beside her. This had never happened. He always left as soon as he was satisfied with the sex. Maybe he wasn’t satisfied? Was that why he was still here? She didn’t want to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.

He looked vulnerable while asleep, and she just had to smile. His naked body was perfect and she wanted to remember him all unguarded like this. She saw him frown a little and she looked away, pretending to be asleep. She heard him shifting on the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. She heard shuffling from his side and she braced herself to pretend it was going to be fine the moment he’d step out of bed, the moment the door would screech to a close.

There was minimal movement at first, and she continued to close her eyes, pretending she was oblivious to what he was about to do. She felt him move out of bed, shuffling about for his clothes. She heard him put them on, she heard him put his shoes on. She closed her eyes tightly, hating the feeling that was overcoming her. She felt abandoned, she felt used again, she felt—

A kiss on her cheek, a very light one.

She almost opened her eyes in shock, but she waited until he had left her bedroom, waited until she heard the main door close before she did. She bolted up from bed, sitting down, looking at that slice of light from underneath the door. Did he actually kiss her? He actually kissed her! He kissed her. She didn’t care if it was on the cheek. Were her efforts being rewarded? Was this thanks for saving his grand aunt? Maybe, just maybe he was beginning to feel things for her.

Could she assume this was true? Was it really happening? She smiled to herself, hugging her pillow.

She couldn’t sleep the rest of the night, tormented and excited about hundreds of things running through her head. One thing was for sure however, she wanted to see him tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

***

He drove home past three in the morning, he had waited until she was fast asleep to leave. That was the most respectful thing he could do. He hadn’t been very nice to her lately, but he didn’t really want to see her until his manly urges became too strong. She had that magnetic quality about her, he guessed. Her pull was greater than the other women he had dated before.

The moment he found out she had boarded that flight, he resisted the urge to send a message, asking her to take care of herself. He ended up rewriting it three times since he kept deleting it. In the end he chose not to send it. Here he was, filled with sentiment for her, all because she saved his grand aunt Vicky from choking. Or was that the reason?

Her attempts at trying to catch his attention failed miserably. He felt like he was looking at some high schooler, haphazardly doing her best to be noticed by him. His ego had inflated momentarily, but it deflated a bit when she denied him of sex in her hotel room. He had never been denied of sex before and he had wanted it so terribly, he vented out his frustrations to staff with every small infraction that he never bothered with before.

He told himself he was probably overwhelmed that Beatrice was now formally engaged. British Tabloids kept releasing photos for days. There were a few articles on his grand aunt choking and being saved by an attending guest. He breathed in relief to know there were no photos of that incident or her.

He waited until the sun rose across the horizon, a first in many years. The last time he waited for it was a few weeks after his father’s death and he had been sitting in the same spot, in the same couch, alone in his thoughts.