How to Seduce a Billionaire (25 page)

Why not? It would be an intriguing challenge. And somehow, she wasn’t afraid to fail in front of Ellis. She’d always been very conscious of the times she didn’t get something quite right before, especially at art class, but this strange yet wonderful man simply wasn’t judgemental. She could trust him.

Really?

Really.

‘Okay, I’ll give it a shot, but I’m not promising any masterpieces, and I’ll probably have to do a few preparatory sketches and finish the whole thing at some later time … when there’s not quite as much distraction.’ She winked at him, and prepared to sit down.

‘Uh oh … that’s not quite what I wanted.’ Ellis nodded towards her, and it dawned on her that he was indicating the thick fluffy robe.

‘I can’t sit here starkers and draw myself!’

‘Of course you can. What difference does it make? It’s a warm room …’ He moved closer to her, and reached to cup her face, dipping in for a quick but fierce kiss. ‘And I know how much you like taking your clothes off for me, don’t deny it.’

True. She’d stripped off and swum naked. Why not draw naked too? The heat in Ellis’s eyes only stoked that new-found urge of hers to show off for him.

‘Well, this’ll be a first. Life drawing myself.’ She tugged open the cord of her robe and then eased the loose garment off, first one arm then the other, leaving it pooled around her.

‘I should hope it’s a first!’ Ellis exclaimed, laughing. ‘Unless it’s half and half posing and sketching at this class of yours.’

‘No, I just draw. That hall is cold. I don’t know how the models put up with it.’ It was true, and goose-bumps were very tricky to capture with charcoal.

The drawing pad felt very odd against her naked thighs, and the sight of herself in the mirror made her want to giggle as much as anything, even though the way Ellis was devouring her with his eyes was provoking other sensations too.

‘Don’t watch me! This is tricky enough as it is. Can’t you read the paper or something?’

‘You’re a cruel woman, Jess Lockhart. You sit there looking like temptation incarnate and you want me to read the paper?’ He was grinning though.

‘Well, the self-portrait is your idea, mister.’

‘Fair enough … I’ll try not to make you nervous.’ Reaching for his tablet from the bedside table, Ellis threw himself on the bed very theatrically and began to flick through pages. ‘See, not looking!’

How long would that last? Not very, Jess suspected, but she set to work.

The task wasn’t quite as difficult as she’d anticipated. It was just a case of laying down the basic forms, like any other life drawing. Ovals, rounded corner rectangles, circles. Lines measured by sight, using her pencil. The figure would not recognisably be her for quite some time, and she suspected that to get it something like, she’d have to spend several sessions on it. Especially as she couldn’t quite concentrate on it in the way she usually did.

Despite his protestations to the contrary, she knew Ellis was watching her. She could feel his scrutiny flowing over her like a heated wave. If she’d been using coloured pencils, there would have been a lot of pink involved for the flush on her cheeks and her throat and shoulders. And tints of rose and brown on her fiercely puckered nipples. Weirdly enough, as she began to fill in more detail of the curves of her breasts, and their dark, sensitive tips, the more and more puckered and more sensitive they became.

And as her nipples ached to be touched, so did her sex. Who would have thought life drawing could be so erotic? Usually, despite the nakedness of the subject, it was an ironically chaste and sexless activity.

‘Can I look?’ said Ellis after a while.

‘You’re looking already, Mr McKenna. Don’t think I don’t know that.’

‘Busted. But you didn’t really think I could keep my eyes off you, did you?’ Rising from the bed, he came to sit beside her on the ottoman, looking over her shoulder at the sketch pad on her lap.

‘It’s
very
good.’

‘It’s only rudimentary … It needs a lot more work.’

‘Still, it looks like you.’

‘But the face is a just an oval blob!’

Ellis leant forward, looking closer, and she could feel his hot breath on her arm, and her breast. ‘But it’s a very lovely blob, and besides that, you’ve captured your gorgeous breasts perfectly.’ He reached out, and she thought he was going to touch the paper, but instead, he changed direction at the last instant, and cupped her breast, his thumb lying against her nipple.

Jess’s lashes fluttered down, and she leant into the contact, shimmying, the pad on her knee and the pencil clasped in her fingers forgotten. There was only the reality of Ellis and his touch.

‘No, you should look,’ he said in her ear, breaking away to take the drawing materials from her and setting them aside on the bed. ‘Look at your subject. Really look.’

‘You sound like my art tutor.’ Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at the reflection in the mirror. Ellis certainly didn’t look the least bit like Mrs Mulgrew, the patient, long-suffering teacher of the Intermediate Life Class.

‘Do I look like him?’

‘Not in the slightest. She’s a woman in her sixties who wears kaftans and has a crew-cut.’

‘So no one I need to be jealous over, then?’

Are you jealous? I thought you wanted me to be ready for lovers … after you?

She pushed the thought away. It was easily done, feeling the firm stroke of Ellis’s thumb against her aching nipple, and
seeing
it, in the mirror.

‘No,’ she said, feeling awareness of anything but Ellis, in this room, go floating away. He was sitting up close now and he slid his free arm right around her, to cup her other breast.

‘Lift your arms, clasp your hands at the back of your head and bring your elbows in tight.’ Now there was a similarity to her art tutor. He was specifying the pose. She obeyed him and he cupped one breast hard, and played with the nipple of the other, rolling it and pinching it. ‘Keep looking. Keep looking.’

The most exciting view. A beautiful man, toying with the breasts of a beautiful woman. A wanton woman, who rocked where she sat, excitement gathering in her belly and her cleft. A woman whose face and neck and chest were rosy with arousal.

Her attention skittered sideways, to the huge bulge in Ellis’s dressing gown. He leant in and pressed his face against the side of hers, then mouthed her ear, nipping it. ‘Naughty, naughty …’

Her, or him? It didn’t matter. He nibbled and kissed, and pinched and rolled, and then, without warning, released her.

Only to shimmy his way out of his robe, so they were both revealed.

Jess didn’t know where to look now: at the reflection of Ellis’s cock, or at the beast itself, almost touching her hip. Catching his eye in the mirror, she shuffled closer so it was pressing against her. When it twitched, she licked her lips, and he growled.

‘You’re a she-devil, Ms Lockhart. The sexiest, most seductive piece of work I’ve had the pleasure of in a long time.’

Was that true? He must have his choice of women, even given the fact he only did short-term ‘arrangements’. But he made her feel seductive. Provocative. He made her feel she could do anything and say anything.

‘Touch me, Ellis. Touch my pussy.’

His ocean-green eyes flashed, and against her, his flesh surged.

‘Gladly.’ Still cradling a breast, he slid his hand down her flank and across her belly, diving in to obey her. His hand was nimble and tanned, and the tendons tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed as he began to work her.

Oh, that was so delicious. Jess arched her back, and tilted her hips, to give him better access, and ride his fingers.

‘More. Harder,’ she commanded, her voice taut. He obeyed, fulfilling the urge for the vigorous handling that filled her.

Sensation gathered, and she swayed, digging her fingers into her own tousled hair, and rolling her shoulders. The pleasure gathered and wound around the spot where Ellis was rubbing her, but still she wanted more.

‘Put your fingers inside me. Put two inside.’

‘Hell yes,’ he said, his voice ragged in her ear. In the mirror she watched the way he crooked his wrist to obey her. His fingers were narrow and elegant, but they felt huge as he pushed them into her slippery channel. She dropped a hand herself, to slide in beneath his so she could massage her clit while he flexed the fingers inside her, stretching her opening, and stimulated the sensitive nerve endings there.

‘Yes. Yes. That’s good.’ She sat down, pushing his intrusion deeper.

‘Fucking hell. It’s amazing!’ he agreed, laughter in the way he said it, and pride too. Awe, even, she realised vaguely.

She rubbed herself harder, gripping his fingertips, squeezing them. Then she didn’t have to work to do it, as the sharp, grabbing rhythm of her body took over as she climaxed. The expression on her own face was too raw to look at, so she clamped her eyes shut as she panted and gasped her way through the fierce, sudden orgasm.

After a few moments, she slumped against him, his fingers still inside her, slippery with her silky arousal.

‘You’re wonderful, Jess,’ he told her softly. ‘I liked that … You taking charge. I like to be the boss as much in the bedroom as in the boardroom, but sometimes, there’s something thrilling about being told what to do by the right woman.’

‘I like telling you … I wouldn’t want to do it all the time. It’s hard work being in charge. But for a change, yes … it’s exciting.’

And it was! Ellis was a fantasy figure of power and alpha manhood. Having him at her disposal was like an aphrodisiac spirit flooding through her veins, making her voracious for him. She’d come, but she wanted more, more, more.

When she snapped open her eyes again, she saw she wasn’t the only one. In the mirror, Ellis’s handsome face was an icon of desire, his eyes black with lust, and lower down, his cock stood out like a club, thick and rosy and shiny at the tip with pre-come fluid.

‘That’s what you do to me.’ Dipping in, he kissed her neck, and she caressed his thick, dark hair. She slid her hand across and enclosed his shaft, almost stunned by the heat and the rock-like hardness.

‘I want this now.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘I want it in me … as far as it’ll go.’

How long was it since she’d been a virgin? It seemed like a century of ravishing passion since then. She looked the same, but in every way that counted, she knew she was unrecognisable.

Ellis’s smile was sultry, saturnine. She squeezed him again and he gritted his teeth, laughing.

‘And you shall have it, madam.’ He was looking at her in the mirror, at her eyes, then, his gazed dropped to her hand around him. ‘Can you draw that?’

It was Jess’s turn to laugh. ‘Not right now. I think my concentration is shot. It’d be a scribble.’ She waggled her eyebrows at him. ‘A very
big
scribble, but a scribble all the same.’

‘But what about some other time? Later? From memory … like the way you’re going to finish that portrait off for me?’

She drew from memory. Could she? Of course she could. But that would be one she’d never be able to take to life class to show her fellow artists.

‘No, not for public consumption. Just for ourselves. A memento.’

For just an instant, a dark cloud scudded across the day. Yes, soon this would all be past, and drawn mementoes, and memories, would be all she still had of him.

Jess shook her head, making her hair fly in both their faces. None of that now. No negativity. Enjoy the moment. There was plenty
to
enjoy!

‘I could try,’ she said, ‘but it’d be very distracting. I might have to keep handling the real thing to refresh my memory!’

‘I’m sure that could be arranged.’ Ellis reached to brush her hair from across his face, kissing a hank of it as he did so. ‘Now, do you think we could fuck? I’d really like to watch that too, but we might have to move the mirror around.’

New heat flooded through Jess’s body. She wanted him. She wanted to see him in her. Something else to draw later, perhaps? An action study …

When she released him, Ellis rose to his feet, and walked to the mirror. ‘Tell me when you think it’s in the right place.’ He pushed it on its castors until it was at right angles to the ottoman they’d been sitting on.

Somehow he’d managed to get the positioning and the angle perfect. When she glanced to the side, there she was, centre stage, sitting on the ottoman, a study. Woman waiting to be fucked. As Ellis crossed to the bedside drawer and retrieved some condoms, she printed the arrangement of flesh and the setting in her mind. Then she became part of a different composition as he moved into the frame to join her, elegant and sleek as a classical statue, yet also raw and lewd with his rampant erection rearing up, pointing high from his body.

Tossing the condoms onto the seat beside her, Ellis moved in front of her, as if to display his cock to her. His mouth curved in a devilish smile as he took himself in hand and rubbed his flesh against her bosom, anointing her with his silvery pre-come. Without having to think, Jess cupped her breasts, making an inviting channel around him. She looked down at his marvellous shaft nestled there, but in her mind she could see the outrageously erotic reflection in the mirror. Him looming over her, his heavy reddened erection against her paler skin.

‘God, that’s wonderful!’ Resting his hand on her shoulder, he rocked back and forth, thrusting between the pressed together curves, his cock slippery and hot, rubbing against her. The sensation in this was mostly for him, but still it excited her madly. Her loins ached, her nipples so tightly erect they were almost stinging.

‘I’m selfish, aren’t I?’ he said, still moving. Jess glanced to the side, but not at her body. It was Ellis’s thrown back head that caught her gaze. The taut look of pleasure on his face, his gritted teeth, his wild dark hair.

He was gorgeous, and she wanted him. Wanted him in her. When he turned to the mirror, and their eyes met, a message seemed to pass between them and he said, ‘Yes … yes … let’s fuck.’

Withdrawing from the niche she’d made for him, he slid his hands beneath her armpits and drew her up, giving her a long kiss on the mouth that also managed to be a full body kiss too, when he pressed the full length of his chest and torso against her. His cock was like a brand of iron against her thigh, his tongue just as hot in her mouth.