How to Seduce a Billionaire (26 page)

‘Kneel on the ottoman,’ he commanded when they broke apart. ‘Hold onto the bedrail … so I can handle you. Part your legs.’

Shudders of anticipation coursed through Jess’s body. They seemed to begin at the very crown of her head and raced right down to her toes, in waves of heat. But she assumed the position in the most graceful way she could, still not watching the mirror, but disposing the arrangement of her limbs in her mind, framing the image again … for later.

‘Dear God, Jess, you’re incredible.’ Ellis’s hand settled on her back, flat and with his fingers spread, and he stood there for a moment as if he were sampling her somehow, tasting some discreet essence with his fingertips. Then, setting a knee between hers and one hand on the rail, he reached to slide his other hand around and underneath her ribcage, to cup her breast, squeezing it as he pressed his cock against the curve of her bottom.

Jess stole a look at their reflection, at the shapes they made, the colours. Ellis’s tan was light, but gilded, and her own body was creamier. His hair was like dark silk, and hers perhaps a shade or two lighter. Her nipple was dark brown against the side of his thumb. His wedding ring glinted, reminding her, reminding her …

What would it be like if there was no wedding ring, no lost and beloved wife and children? If Ellis were truly free, truly available to her.

You probably wouldn’t be here, fool. He wouldn’t be diverting himself with brief and temporary sexual flings, and he wouldn’t have looked twice at you.

Ellis thrust himself closer against her, and in the mirror, his eyes blazed, compelling her attention. ‘Jess, don’t go away from me like that. You’re beautiful and I want you, believe that.’ His left hand moved tantalisingly on her breast, and then, after one last possessive squeeze, he slid it down over her midriff and then her belly, to cup her crotch.

Tightening her grip on the rail, she closed her eyes, giving herself up to his divine touch, and letting it expel all angst and maverick thoughts from her mind. Now was all that existed. All that mattered. She might never have had this beauty … it should be celebrated, only celebrated.

Pushing back against him, she used her entire body to caress him as he caressed her. She let her head fall back against his neck and her hair trail over his shoulder, moaning as the pads of his fingertips played magic games against her clit. Opening her eyes, she cast a sideways glance back at the mirror, desire surging as she did so, fired by the sight of themselves, rubbing and rocking against each other, impressions in cream and gold skin, and hair richly dark. Excitement, and gathering orgasm placed a hazy filter across their adjacent forms. They were shapes, patterns of lust and need, almost abstract now as her lashes fluttered, and her sex fluttered, and her thoughts fluttered too, losing coherence as she soared into climax.

She stiffened against him, arching; her long lashes flickering as her eyes almost rolled up. Against his fingers, he felt the beat, beat, beat of her flesh, pulsing in orgasm, and in his ear, her wild, repeating, heavy gasps, marking each beat. The sounds were music to him, though he doubted she was even aware that she was uttering them.

God, I was so lucky to find you, virgin-goddess. You’re perfect, Jess, a wonderful woman and made for love and sex.

And for true companionship.

As her crisis subsided, he slid his arms around her to support her, shocked by the thought that was occurring to him again and again. Jess was sharply intelligent, and funny, and great to be with, as well as a supreme natural lover. He caressed her more gently, cradled her more closely, as if that might in some small way compensate her for what he couldn’t give her. What, in another world, he would have happily wanted to give her, but in this one, he couldn’t.

He could only enjoy this jewel for a limited time, before he had to set her free to find some man who
could
give her everything and who was worthy of her. It wouldn’t be long, now that she herself was empowered and ready to look for that man, and at least he himself could take some small solace in the fact that his selfish lust had enabled her to find her shine as a fully sexual being.

In the mirror, her body was a gorgeous sight, sleek and flawless. In his hold, the heat and vibrancy of her was a jolt to his senses, tasking his ability to keep his cock in check. He had to have her. She had to have him. Fucking was simple, pleasure unalloyed, closeness without the moral and philosophical complications of his life, filled with the emotions of fondness and respect that could be enjoyed, even by him.

‘You’re not looking in the mirror,’ he said, rubbing his face against her hair. ‘You look divine. You should see yourself.’

‘I look like a shaking wreck with a red face and my hair all over the place,’ she said huskily, but when he flicked her hair out of her face, and she twisted round to look at him, she was smiling.

‘That’s a great look on you.’

‘Idiot,’ she said, adjusting her position.

‘Idiot with a massive erection,’ he countered. ‘I really need to do something about this thing.’ He rubbed himself against her again, and she reciprocated, swirling her hips and making him groan.

‘Yes, it is rather monumental, isn’t it? I guess I need to oblige you then.’ Her voice was pert, and when she craned around again, her eyes were sultry. She even winked at him. God, she was ready to go again, sublimely voracious.

‘I’d be grateful.’ He kissed the back of her neck again, and reached over for a condom, ripping open the package. He was conscious of her watching the procedure as he rolled it onto himself, then adjusted their positions. Grabbing her by the hips, he helped her to kneel right up so he could gain access to her, then he stood against the edge of the ottoman, between her thighs.

Yes. Exactly right now. Her cleft was so hot against the tip of his cock, through the latex. The moment of anticipation was heart-stopping. He almost wanted to freeze time and stay there, even though he knew that the entry into her, and the glorious thrust and pull, thrust and pull of sex would be even more sublime.

‘Please … don’t tease me. I want you,’ she whispered, more command than plea. She was so in charge, and he loved that. Complying, he pushed right in, the sensations almost lifting the top of his head off.

Heat. Enclosure, tight yet also yielding. Perfection. His inner greedy sex pig yowled at him to just go for it and fuck, fuck, fuck, and come, come, come in seconds. But the sophisticated man who took pride in pleasing a woman slowed him down. He pushed in a little deeper, and settled there, still, enjoying another miraculous frozen moment.

Turning to the mirror, he admired their conjunction, and the way his body was pressed against hers, both of them finely trembling. Jess had both her arms braced as she held onto the bedrail, and he was taking his weight on just one hand now, bending right over her.

Watching the progress of the other hand over her hip and around, and feeling the shape of her, and the slide of her perspiring skin beneath his touch, he sought out her centre once again.

He heard her gasp, and saw her rosy mouth open as he found her clit. Her teeth were clenched, in agonised ecstasy, as he rubbed her. As if knowing he was watching so closely, her eyes snapped open then, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Her pupils were black with lust, and she rocked and circled her hips as he pleasured her, causing delicious havoc where he was lodged, his cock deep inside her.

‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he chanted as her reflection licked her lips like a wanton. She was gripping him with her sex, matching each word with a clench of her inner muscles. He rubbed her more firmly, trying to make a pattern of it, swirling and slipping around in her delicious silkiness. She was so wet, so miraculously wet, so hot and welcoming that in his eyes tears almost formed.

He was conscious that even as he was trying to hold back, amazingly, she was too. ‘Sweetheart … you don’t have to wait,’ he purred in her ear, tearing his attention from the mirror-glass and inclining over her. ‘Take your pleasure now, Jess. Take it. You can never have it too much, or too often for me. It’s a woman’s prize to come again and again. Claim it. Claim it now. It’s your right!’

‘All right! I will!’ She was laughing again, half out of it, then moaning and gasping. Her body stiffened, and stiffened again, and she cursed a blue stream as she climaxed around him, clenching and gripping hard, while her hold on the bedrail rapidly destabilised.

Ellis braced for them both, using his greater strength. The way her orgasming channel embraced him sent heat howling through his body, circling around him like an unstoppable wind, then barrelling back towards his balls and his cock. He wanted to hold on, to take her higher, and do it again, but his control was wavering, dissolving.

‘Your turn. You now,’ she hissed out, through her tightly clamped teeth, ‘come now, you devil!’

Still so strong! So sure of what she wanted. Her body was barely beyond its virgin state, but she was a confident lover and seductress, bred in the bone.

‘Yes … Oh God …’ They were going to collapse in a heap though, when he lost control. So he summoned his last ounce of self-possession, and somehow, he knew not quite how, he took a quick tight grip on Jess, swung their bodies around together … and ended up sitting down on the ottoman, with her on his lap, and his cock deep inside her.

‘I feel as if I should give you marks for that move … Nine point five at least,’ said Jess, laughing, her flushed chest heaving.

‘Cheeky witch! Just touch yourself!’ he commanded, watching her in the mirror as she obeyed, while he grabbed her hips for purchase and thrust up, up, up inside her, deeper than before.

The sight was orgiastic, dazzling, animal yet beautiful as she caressed herself to pleasure again around his jerking, spurting cock.

Then all went white, and they both slumped back. Their blended voices laughed and sobbed in sweet release.

Sunday followed much the same hedonistic pattern as Saturday.

Chilling out. Drawing. Fucking. In approximately equal proportions.

Jess could not believe what a patient model Ellis could be, when she captured him again and again with her pencil. Somehow his beauty was infinitely mutable, and his body was always graceful, no matter how he stood or sat or lay. Of course, sometimes, Jess would be intent on a capturing a feature of his wonderful physique, correcting and reworking, correcting and reworking, again and again … and suddenly she’d look up and realise that a certain part of that physique was in a rather different state to the one it’d been in when she’d started the sketch. And with nobody but them in the house, it was the simplest thing in the world to move from life drawing into life fucking. Ellis had ensured that wherever they were in the house – and they
were
in the house, because the rain teemed down incessantly – there was handily somewhere to make love. The bed in the bedroom; the thick rug in the sitting room; another thick heap of rugs and pillows adjacent to where they sat and lounged in the pool room.

Sometimes Jess rode him; sometimes he fucked her masterfully in the superior position, and she folded her knees, to tilt up her body, letting him in deep. And sometimes they gave each other pleasure with mouths and fingers, eschewing penetration for the moment. Kneeling, lying, even standing in the shower, they tried it.

But they didn’t do anything too kinky or experimental, the sort of stuff Jess fell into giggles over when Ellis teased her about her reading of erotic novels, and the contrast between those and her growing practical knowledge of the subject material.

‘I think I’d prefer to perfect the basics for the moment,’ she’d told him firmly when they were making love. Basically. ‘It seems just like art. You have to get a solid grounding in the fundamentals before you start to get ambitious and move on to the more advanced stuff.’

‘Very wise,’ replied Ellis, his voice amused and conversational as he thrust smoothly into her. ‘There’s a lot to be said for good, no nonsense vanilla sex. Sometimes it’s all you need.’ Sliding a hand down her flank, he gripped her hip for purchase.

‘You mean like now?’

‘Yes. Like now. I couldn’t think of anything, or anybody, I’d rather be doing.’

‘Well, that’s good to know …’ Jess gasped as Ellis did a hip-swirl thing that felt quite advanced to her. ‘But I would … um … like to experiment sometime.’

‘And
that
’s good to know,’ purred Ellis in her ear. ‘But don’t feel you have to do things, just to please me. You’re wonderful in bed, Jess, just as you are. Some people end up being poor lovers because they’re scared they’re not acting kinky all the time. They think they’re not sexy unless they’re doing something extreme.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘Something other than perfectly delightful standard sex.’

Not that anything’s standard about fucking you
, thought Jess later, watching Ellis as he lay flaked out on his lounger, his body quiescent as he dozed and covered only partially by his unfastened robe and nothing else.
Everything about you is so much better than wonderful, sex or otherwise.

And that was the problem. The other side to their weekend. She couldn’t stop herself from wanting more of him. Just as she’d feared, Ellis McKenna was addictive, and it was far from just the sex. He was a kind and thoughtful man. Intelligent and funny. Cultured and yet with a keen sense of the absurd.

She couldn’t imagine another man of his wealth and status being so domesticated either. If she wanted tea, Ellis made it. When she was hungry, he prepared a meal, either hot or cold, letting her help with simple tasks in kitchen companionability.

It’s probably happened far too fast but I
have
fallen completely in love with you, Ellis McKenna. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but it has. I want it all with you, and I’ve a feeling you’re picking up on that, and it’s a problem for you. Because you don’t want it all with me, do you?

He was lovely, but to coin a cliché, they were ships passing in the night, and they should be heading for separate ports by now, not footling about together in the bay of completely impossible.