Escorting the Billionaire - Part 3

“I’m fine,” I said hoarsely. “It was worth the wait.”

She was working me with her hands, and I started to thrust against her blindly, not even really aware of what I was doing.

“I want to you feel you inside me—deep,” she said. She let go of my co**ck and came next to me. She leaned over the side of the jacuzzi, so her as**s was facing me, and her face was against the warm tile of the patio. “Take me from behind,” she ordered.

I moaned before I even put myself against her. “I’m not gonna last that long like this, babe,” I said, stroking her glorious as**s. She spread her legs a little, ready for me. The bubbles in the hot tub rubbed up against my balls and my huge erection, and I positioned my tip against her slit, feeling the wetness that was all her. I slid my hardness against her, getting lubricated and so hard I was about to burst.

She reached down and positioned my co**ck. She slid me into her, at first easing just my tip in. And then she moaned, and with a few motions of her hi**ps, made sure I entered her all the way to the base of my shaft.

It felt so good to be back in her, I almost came right then.

“Holy f**k,” I said. She leaned back over the side so I was positioned right behind her, in balls deep. I grabbed her hi**ps and her as**s and began to thrust. Each stroke made me moan, her tight body clenching around me, my balls slapping against her and splashing in the water. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge of oblivion. She pushed back against me, and I put one hand on her back, holding her down, continuing to thrust into her deeply, almost savagely. I wanted to f**k her forever, and I wanted to come right then. I wanted her to turn around to face me so I could kiss her, and I never wanted her to get out of this position ever again.

“James,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I want to feel you explode in me.”

I thrust into her harder, deeper, our bodies crashing against the water and the stone. Her body was so tight, squeezing everything out of mine. I was relentless, driving into her deeper each time. Her tight body stretched to accommodate me, and she moved back against me. I grabbed her as**s and squeezed. “Oh my God,” I said, starting to spasm.

“James,” she cried out, her body clenching and shaking around mine.

“I f**king love you,” I said, and came in a torrent.

* * *

The next afternoon, I rolled off of Audrey, breathing hard. “That was brilliant,” I said. Now that we’d started hav**ing se**x again, we couldn’t stop. We’d been sneaking back to our villa whenever we could.

“What?”

“Us. Together. I think we’re even better now that we’re official.” I trailed my fingers lazily down her nak**ed shoulders, thrilled just to play with her long hair and touch her beautiful, smooth skin.

“You think?” she asked.

“I know,” I said.

“Do we have to go to dinner tonight? Isn’t everyone going to be too drunk by then?” she asked. “I wish we could just stay here.”

I sighed and flopped on my back. Our entire party had been drinking all day, again. “Unfortunately, the Prestons do not get too drunk to do anything—we’re high-functioning alcohol abusers. We should join them. Todd wants me to make an effort while I’m here.”

“Okay. But I’m worried about the way your mother’s been looking at me since we’ve been here,” Audrey said, nervously. “I’m all over her bad radar. I can tell.”

“I’ll protect you from her,” I said. “But Audrey, you should get used to it. She’s not ever going to change.”

“No,” said Audrey, looking up at the ceiling. “She’s not. And neither is my mother.”

“You’re probably right,” I said, lacing my fingers through hers. “So let’s just stay the hell away from both of them.”

She smiled, and I traced the outline of her jaw with my finger. “I meant what I said, you know. About California. You’ll love it out there. And Tommy will, too. The weather is perfect—except for the smog. And then there’s the traffic. But we have all the best restaurants.”

She didn’t say anything for a beat, and my heart was pounding in my ears.

“Tommy is really happy at New Horizons,” she said, tentatively. “I don’t know what that would be like for him to move.”

“We don’t have to do it right away. You can come out for a few days, and we can look at facilities for him—we can find the perfect place. One that’s close to my house.”

Audrey was still staring at the ceiling. “But what would I do? Where would I live? And I’m guessing you don’t want me to open the West Coast office of AccommoDating, right?” She laughed, but I could tell the discussion was making her uncomfortable.