The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

When Rogen finally tore his mouth from hers, he slipped a hand between them and unfastened his belt, his jeans.

“Suck my dick,” he told her, urgency tingeing his rough voice.

Jewel shoved his pants and briefs downward, then knelt before him. Her fingers circled his shaft and he pulled in a sharp breath.

She pumped slowly, at his root. Then her tongue ran the length of him to his tip, which she flicked playfully, making his hips jerk. Jewel smiled.

“You little tease.”

Gazing up at him, she said, “Teasing would imply I don’t intend to follow through. I have every intention of following through.”

Her tongue swept along the groove of his head. Then her lips closed around him. She drew him into her mouth, inch by inch. Down to where she still firmly gripped him. Sucked hard. So fucking hard.

A low growl escaped him. Rogen whisked away strands of hair from her face and held them off her shoulders, wanting to watch her pleasure him with her luscious mouth. Her eyes closed and she worked him good. His cock slid along her tongue, her teeth lightly scraping as she nearly released him and then took him deep again.

“Oh, hell, yes,” he said on a sliver of air.

She picked up the pace, her head bobbing as she stroked him and sucked with amazing skill. Her free hand cupped his balls and gently rolled and tugged, pushing him closer to the edge. Then the heel of her hand massaged his sac as her fingers grazed his cleft. The tip of one rimmed his anus.

Not something Rogen was familiar with, but goddamn, did it feel good. He let her have at it, stroking and massaging and rimming. Suctioning him. Milking him. Until he was on the verge of losing it.

He held her head in place, steady as he took over and fucked her mouth, his hips bucking, his breaths coming in heavy pulls.

“Ah, damn,” he mumbled. “Jesus, you’re good.”

She continued her ministrations and the pressure mounted within him. “Swallow me down, sweetheart.”

At that very moment her finger pressed in and the sensation rocketed through him. Rogen exploded in her mouth. “Fuck, Jewel!”

His body jolted. Tremors raced down his legs.

His orgasm was a powerful one. Nearly bringing him to his knees.

“Son of a bitch,” he ground out. His heart thundering and his cock throbbing.

It’d easily been the best blow job of his life. Though, in the back of his mind, he recalled she’d not been such an expert the times he’d asked her to get him off this way.

Jewel got to her feet, a triumphant look on her beautiful face. “See? No teasing.” She licked her lips saucily and then whirled around and sauntered off, likely to the restroom.

His pulse still roaring in his veins, Rogen zipped up but yanked the belt from the loops and hung it over the arm of a chair. Left the top button of his jeans undone and his shirt off. He wasn’t finished with her.

Though he couldn’t release the notion eating a hole in his brain. When Jewel returned, he said, “That was sensational. Vin teach you how to do that?”

* * *

Jewel skirted around him and lifted one of the glasses Rogen had poured. They were definitely dancing around the flame. She sipped the Sangiovese as she contemplated her answer.

Indeed, Vin had instructed her on exactly how to make a man come fast and hard. He’d taught her a lot of things in bed. Things Rogen had no idea she knew.

But something else took precedence. Facing him, she asked, “What business do we have? You said that’s why you’re here.”

Rogen groaned. Because she hadn’t validated his suspicion? Or because of the new topic on deck?

He said, “Just when we thought things couldn’t get stickier between us, I have to break some bad news to you.”

“You’re still not going to sign the bill of sale.” Disappointment sat heavy in her belly. “Rogen. There’s no point in—”

“Hear me out before you get pissed off. I’m actually on your side.”