The Billionaire's Gamble

Putting my hand on her knee, I slowly draw up Dani’s skirt. She doesn’t stop me, and I see her chest rise and fall faster. “Are you wet, Dani?”

I ask it softly and in her ear, knowing she’ll remember our conversation from last night.

“Yes.”

I turn towards her, pulling her legs open further and tracing my fingers up the inside of her thigh. I press my lips against her ear so she can feel my breath. “How wet?”

“You know,” she says. Her words are so small, almost a whimper.

My fingers are at her panties now, and I can feel the heat coming from her pussy. I run my fingers along the fabric, feel her jump at the touch. The fabric is damp. “I want to hear you say it.”

She closes her eyes, and I slip my fingers past the fabric, seeking, finding. My hand glides through her folds. I circle her clit, and she bites her lip. Slowly, so slowly, I move my fingers down, sink my middle one all the way into her delicious heat. “Say it,” I tell her again.

“I’m dripping for you.”

I move my finger around inside her, making her squirm. “I’m going to make you come before the plane lands,” I say, “but since it’s a company jet, I’d rather them not know what we were up to.” Pulling my hand back, I caress her clit with my thumb, drawing a soft moan out of her. “Not another sound.”

Dani bites her lip again as I push my finger back inside. The silky feeling of her pussy milking my finger is intoxicating. I curl my finger up, feeling for those rough ridges that tell me exactly where to touch to make her come. Her hands are grasping the armrests, knuckles white, and I know I’m in the right place.

I don’t expect her to be able to keep quiet. Based on our one night together, Dani isn’t a quiet one. I rock my hand against her starting up a rhythm her body can’t ignore, and she gasps.

I feel the vibration in the plane as the landing gear descends, and I know we’ve only got a couple of minutes left. I slip a second finger inside Dani and she makes a small sound in surprise. I see the flight attendant—seated for landing—glance towards us, and then away. “I want you to come all over my hand,” I whisper to Dani.

She looks at me, her eyes pleading as I fuck her with my fingers, and I know that she wants that too. The plane is roaring as we drop towards the runway, and I move faster, my hand a blur as I pull in and out, in and out. With every stroke I brush against that spot inside that makes her jump.

I can see that Dani is trying to keep quiet, her breath is coming in gasps, her body shaking. I know she’s close. I don’t slow down, instead reaching up with my thumb to brush against her clit. I can feel that it’s swollen, sensitive, and Dani’s body entire body goes tense as I circle it.

“Come,” I tell her.

She does. Dani’s pussy spasms around my fingers, wetness rushing against my hand as she fights to keep her body still. She grinds her hips against my hand, trying to make it last, and I watch her writhe in the seat, totally lost in her orgasm. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything so hot.

She comes down, breathing hard, her body limp and relaxed. She looks at me, awe on her face, and we touch down on the runway. The plane hurdles to a stop, and I pull my fingers out of her, unable to resist a last touch against her clit to watch her jump. We both look at my fingers, wet with her cum, and I don’t hesitate before bringing them to my mouth.

She tastes sweet and dark, and I realize that this flavor—even after so short a time—is something I’m coming to crave. My fingers now clean, I glance back at Dani, who’s still staring at me, dazed.

I grin. “Welcome to New York.”

11

Dani

New York is just as crazy and crowded and beautiful as I always imagined it would be. I know I’m a dead giveaway as a tourist because I can’t help peering out the window, my eyes popping and jaw dropping at all the things that I’m seeing. The buildings are taller and the streets are narrower, and yet at the same time it seems infinite and endless. It’s hard to believe that I am really here.

When we landed at the airport the body guard was waiting for us—a guy named Derek. He’s built like a linebacker and he was courteous even though he didn’t say too much. It was barely twenty minutes from the time I told Nolan I was okay with a guard to the time we landed. He either had the guy waiting, or being as rich as Nolan is makes people bend over backwards for you. I’m guessing it’s the latter. Either way, Derek is in the car behind us, and he’s going to be my shadow for at least a few days.