The Billionaire's Gamble

His voice is low and dark. “If you touch me any more I’m going to come right here at the table, and I refuse.”

I squeeze him one more time, just to see what he’ll do, and he pulls my hand off of his cock, turning my hand over and kissing the inside of my wrist. He sucks at my skin and the feeling is so unexpected and erotic that I close my eyes. His voice again. “I want to be deep, deep inside you when I come.”

“I need that to be sooner rather than later,” I say to him.

I’ve never seen anyone flag a waiter down so fast in my life.

Nolan doesn’t stop touching me while we wait for the car. His hands are on my waist, on my shoulders, in my hair taking out the pins so it falls around my shoulders. “I want you to know,” he says, “I didn’t invite you here just for the sex.”

I smile. “I didn’t think you did.” I turn to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “But if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, and then he’s kissing me. It’s not the type of kiss that’s remotely appropriate for the lobby of a restaurant, but I frankly don’t care. Until I see a flash. There’s a photographer outside, peering in, and he’s just photographed us. I sigh. I guess that one was our own fault for not being somewhere more private. I see the car—a limo—pull up at the curb and Nolan and I race to it, ducking the paparazzi. The camera flashes are blinding in the night, and I have so much sympathy for people who are way more famous than me who have to deal with this on a much larger scale.

I almost tumble into the car and Nolan is right behind. We collide on the seat, a tangle of limbs, and Nolan orders the driver home. He hits a button, and the divider slides into place. That’s all it takes for us to be on each other. Nolan unzips my gown and it’s just a puddle of blue satin on the floor. The bustier is next, and he yanks me into his lap, mouth devouring my breasts. He sucks them deeply into his mouth, pulling at them, and that pull drops straight to my pussy. One and then the other, he sucks on my breasts until I’m being driven mad with the sensation.

I pull his mouth away from me, kissing him. I love the taste of him, the brush of his lips on mine, the way it feels like he’s kissing me everywhere. My mind is split. I want to take my time, I want to savor every moment of this, every feeling. But my body has wanted this for three days now and it’s so close, so unbearably close that I just want him to fuck me. I fumble with the buckle on his pants, releasing his cock. It springs up, fully erect between us, and I stroke him with my hand. He’s already leaking, and I brush away the moisture with my thumb. I’m tempted to taste him again, and the look on Nolan’s face right now says not to try it. That can come later—no pun intended.

He pulls out his wallet, and he hands me the condom. I lock eyes with him as I take it, but I don’t open it. I continue to stroke him, watching the muscles in his jaw jump as I touch him. I love the way I can feel his cock pulse in my hand, I love the fact that he’s biting his lip as I touch him. Nolan groans as I reach the base of his cock, and I can feel myself getting wetter. This is too much. I have to taste him.

I sink down to my knees on the floor of the car before he can stop me, taking him into my mouth all at once, as far as I can until my mouth is full of him. Nolan swears loudly, and I love it. I love knowing what I do to him, that all this hardness is for me—because of me.

I reach out, cup his balls in my hand as I pull back on his cock. Swirling my tongue around his head I taste the salt of his cum, and my body reacts. Heat plunges straight down to my core, a surge of wetness in my pussy. God, even the way he tastes drives me mad. Sucking him hard, I bob my head along his shaft, fucking his cock with my mouth.

I glance up and see Nolan’s head is thrown back against the seat, eyes closed in ecstasy. If my mouth weren’t full of him, I’d smile. Bracing my hands on either side of him, I take a breath and push myself down onto his cock. I go as far as I can, until I feel the tip of him against the back of my throat. The sound he makes is so guttural and raw it makes me want to take him even further.