In the Billionaires Club (7 page)

Phillip focused his tongue on short, firm licks of her clit. Each one pushed her closer to orgasm. “Oh God, don’t stop doing that. Fuck fuck fuck. Don’t stop.”

As he continued to lick, Gin rocketed straight to the point of no return. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Gin practically screamed as she bucked her hips and her legs went weak. Phillip pushed his face harder against her pussy, clutching at her ass with his hands. “Oh yes, yes yes!” Gin was panting and yelling as the orgasm pulsed through her body. Her nerve endings were overwhelmed with pleasure, and she pushed Phillip’s head away, as she collapsed on one of the marble chairs in the shower.

Phillip stood up, the water streaming down in rivulets over his hot lean body. His cock had softened a bit, and as he looked at her he started to stroke it, which just overwhelmed Gin with even more desire. “That. Was. Amazing.” Gin panted.

“Turn around and put your hands on that seat,” he said with an intensity that was arousing. It was pure lust turned into language.
 

She wasn’t sure if she could handle anything more for a while, but Phillip had just given her the most amazing orgasm with his tongue. If he wanted to fuck her in the shower, she was going to damn well let him do it. She stood up, but before she turned around she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it. It was rock hard in seconds.

Gin stood on her tip toes and kissed Phillip on the cheek as she stroked his cock. Pulling her lips from his cheek, she whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

Letting go of his cock, she turned and leaned forward, pushing her ass backward as she placed her hands on the marble. A moment later, she felt Phillip’s cock slide against her ass and then between her legs. He didn’t wait and shoved it inside her. She was sopping wet, and he slid in easily.
 

She closed her eyes as Phillip grabbed her hips with his hands and started thrusting. There was no subtlety. No slow strokes. No teasing. He fucked her hard and deep. “Oh god, your pussy feels so good,” Phillip said. Gin loved the raw desire she felt as his hard cock slid in and out. He started thrusting faster. “Oh yeah, you have a body made for fucking.”
 

Suddenly pulling out, Phil tugged on her hip. “Get on your knees.” Gin wasn’t enthusiastic about this porn star move, but she wanted Phillip to enjoy his orgasm as much as she enjoyed hers, so she slid down to the floor and knelt in front of him. He shoved his cock against her lips.

Gin hated sucking a cock after it had fucked her, so she stroked his cock with her hands while the shower rinsed it off. “No! Suck me.” Phillip pushed her hand away. Gin wrapped her lips around his cock and slid him in and out.

“God, you are amazing,” he said breathlessly. “That’s right. Suck my cock. Be my cocksucker. Suck my cock.” With each word, Gin could feel Phillip start to tense more and more until he pulled himself out of her mouth.
 

She looked up. He was staring at her, like a predator ready to strike. He was stroking his cock. “I’m coming!” he exclaimed, and a second later a stream of cum shot against her chin. “Oh god. I’m going to come all over your gorgeous tits.” Phillip continued to stroke, and cum shot against her chest. More cum shot out onto her chest and then more dripped from the end of his cock onto her tits.
 

 
As Gin stood up the shower water quickly rinsed Phillip’s cum down the drain. Phillip looked like he was in heaven. “Jesus, Gin. You are the hottest girl I’ve ever fucked.”
 

Gin’s stomach went in a knot at the comment. The idea of being a conquest entered her head, and it scared her. She took a breath and calmed herself.
You heard him while he was fucking you, Gin, that’s just how he is,
she said to herself.
Phillip is just one of those guys who lose all control when he’s naked with a woman
. Romantic sex probably didn’t exist for Phillip. That was okay to Gin. She didn’t need that. As long as Phillip was the same respectful guy during the day, she was totally fine with passionate and wild fucking at night.

Smiling, Gin wrapped her arms around Phillip. “That was great.”

“That was
amazing
,” Phillip replied.

Gin smiled. She was starting to figure Phillip out. He was a compartmentalized guy. If she opened the door, he’d charge through and act like a frat boy, all “suck my cock” and “I bet you’re not wearing underwear,” but it was she who was in charge of the door.
 

As they fell asleep next to each other on the luxurious bed, Gin took a deep satisfied breath.
Sure, Phillip, I’m your cocksucker, but you’re my boyfriend, and I quite like being both those things.

Gin hadn’t really thought much of Phillip’s fame until they checked out of the hotel early the next morning. They had walked out the front door right into a photographer who took photos of the two of them arm-in-arm. She was horrified.

They had to leave early to get back to the West Coast by Monday, so Gin had planned on getting ready on the plane. She had a nice outfit on, but her hair was styled in what she and Lisa called “recently fucked.” There was also the obvious fact that she was being photographed coming out of a hotel.

She didn’t much mind people knowing that she was sleeping with Phillip, but as the camera clicked she realized she wanted that knowledge to be shared on her terms. She looked over at Phillip, and he had a huge smile on his face.
He loves the attention
, Gin realized.

After climbing into the car, Gin decided not to complain about the paparazzi. If Phillip was proud of walking out of the hotel with her, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? It did sour her mood, so when they got to the plane, she passed on watching a movie and crawled under the covers to take a nap.

Phillip seemed rather distant after she woke up. She was in her panties and a t-shirt, while he was wearing his sweat pants. They were sitting at the table in the middle of the plane drinking coffee.

“Is something wrong?” Gin asked.

“No.” Phillip looked up and smiled. “I’m sorry, I just have a pretty intense week ahead of me. I fly off to New York on Tuesday, and, well, just a lot of work ahead for me.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “Nothing for you to be worried about.” Gin nodded and sipped her coffee.

Later, as Phillip took their mugs to the sink. She walked up and gave him a hug from behind, pressing her hands against his chest while she kissed the back of his neck. “I think you need to relax.” She slid her hands down his bare chest. “Let’s go back to the bed.” She slid her hands under his sweatpants.

Phillip grabbed her hands gently and pulled them up. “I’m sorry, I love the idea, Gin, and I can’t believe I’m saying this to the hottest girl on the planet, but I think I’m a bit too stressed right now.” He turned around and put his arms around her. Looking down at her face, he added, “It’s not you, honestly. I get this way every Sunday. I guess I’m that stupid cliche—work hard and play hard. Sundays are the day I transition into work hard.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Well, I like playing with you hard.” She laughed at her own stupid joke, while Phillip laughed along with her.

As they pulled up to Gin’s apartment in Oakland, Phillip helped carry her luggage in. As Phillip stood at the doorway, ready to leave, he looked unsure, even nervous. Gin touched his arm. “I don’t want you to go either, but I’m not sure you’d like to spend the night in Oakland.”

“Yeah,” he replied absentmindedly. “I mean, no. I’d stay here if I could. Just thinking about work. You know—“

“Work hard. Play hard.” Gin nodded.

“You got it.” Phillip reached back and pulled out his wallet. “Here. Come by the Club tomorrow. I’ll have a better idea about my week. We can make plans then.”

Gin took the card for Sal’s Place and watched as Phillip drove away in his Roadster.

chapter ten

Gin called Lisa on Monday, but only had a a few minutes to talk. Gin had to work and then she was heading off to meet Phillip at the Billionaires Club. Lisa being Lisa, the first thing she asked was about the sex.

“Why do you just assume we had sex?”

There was silence on the phone, and then Lisa replied, “You can’t seriously be asking me that.”

“No. Really. Why would you think we would do that on our first real date?”

“Geez. Maybe because the date is to Venice fucking Italy.” Gin could picture Lisa smiling as she talked. “Or maybe it’s because it’s Phillip fucking Rogers. You know, the guy who once walked out of a hotel one morning with half the Laker Girls trailing behind looking like they hadn’t spent the night discussing basketball.”

“He did that?”

“Jesus, Gin. Did you not do any research on him at all?”

“I looked at his Inky profile. He definitely is looking for Ms. Right.”

Another pause. “Sure. He just hasn’t found the right person. So forget I asked about sex. I mean I tell you everything about the losers I’m dating, but if you don’t want to tell me what famous billionaire boyfriend is like, that’s okay.”

“Oh my God, don’t pout!” Gin laughed. “That is so not you, and I hate it. Fine. I gave him a blowjob on the plane, and we had sex in this amazing Venice penthouse marble bathroom.”

“I knew it! I can’t believe you did it in the bathroom. You slut. You couldn’t even wait long enough to make it to the bed. And, by the way, I told you the plane blowjob was a good idea. I should totally get credit for that.”

“Yeah. That’s not going to happen.”

Gin went on to describe their walk through the old city, their kiss on the bridge, and the romantic dinner. By the end of the call, Lisa had changed her attitude completely.

“Honestly, Gin, I think you may have won him over. That sounds nothing like what I’ve read about him. Phillip’s known as a one night stand kind of guy. What you describe sounds really romantic and lovely. Well, also kind of slutty and hot, but mostly romantic.”

“Well, I’ll see him tonight at the club. I’ve decided to wear something really provocative. I want the other guys to stare when I am with him.” Gin smiled as she had said the words. She loved the idea of a bunch of rich guys eyeing up her body as she was on the arm of the best billionaire of them all.

“Oooh. Great idea! I’m so jealous. I just want to see what it’s like inside the club. I know you described it as kind of shabby, but I bet the
vibe
is amazing.”

Gin said goodbye and got ready for meeting Phillip.

Dave’s smile lit up the small entryway as Gin walked in. He put his copy of
David Copperfield
down and watched as she approached. She was wearing one of Jules’ outfits, the one that Jules described as a stunner to be saved for a special occasion. Gin described it as “classy slut.” It was a tight sleeveless black minidress that was scandalously short and had a cutout in the front that showed off her cleavage. The back had black string that crossed from top to bottom and looked like she had been tied into the dress, otherwise it would have slid right off her body. Her black heels were high and sharp. It was the exact kind of outfit that played to Gin’s busty petite assets.
 

“Hi Gin. So nice to see you again.” Dave held out his hand. Gin watched him closely as she handed him the club card. She wasn’t sure if she was impressed or disappointed that he acted with utmost professionalism. He didn’t stare at her body at all. He just seemed glad to see her.

“Hi Dave. Is Phillip here?”

“Yeah, he’s been here for about an hour.”

“Thank you!” Gin walked into the dim lights of the club.

As her eyes got used to the lighting she was happy to see men turn to look at her.
That’s right boys. I’m here, and unfortunately I’m not here for you. I’m here for Phillip.
She noticed Vinnie in his standard seat, while the bartender Rich was serving a couple from behind the bar. She found Phillip. He was at a far booth, talking on his phone. He had a couple empty glasses in front of him but was otherwise alone.
 

There were a few other women in the club with dates, and while they were all beautiful, none of them had the raw sexual charisma that Gin brought as she strutted through the room. She caught their glances and bathed in their jealousy.

“Hi!” Gin whispered as she stopped beside the table. Phillip’s eyes went wide as he looked at Gin. He made no effort in hiding his attention, looking her up and down, from her legs to her short skirt to her tits.
 

“I’ll call you back.” Phillip said into his phone, hanging it up and placing it on the table. “I don’t even need to ask. There is no way you’re wearing underwear under that.”

Gin slid into the booth across from Phillip, a little annoyed he didn’t stand up to kiss her. “Well, I wanted to remind you what is yours without breaking any obscenity laws.” She grinned.

Phillip nodded. “I have to say I love your style, Gin.” He glanced at his phone and then out across the bar. “But I am so sorry. The timing is just not good. I have to finish this call and then—” He waved vaguely in the air. “—I have to catch up on some work.” Picking up his phone, Phillip stood up. “I’ll message you on Inky.” Without saying another word, he walked across the room and out of the club.

Gin sat there with her jaw dropped open.
What the fuck was that?
She thought back to what Phillip said on the plane—work hard and play hard. Was he so compartmentalized that he couldn’t even take a few minutes to pull away from work to treat her like a human being?

She took a deep breath and tried to make sense of what was going on.
It’s his work. It has to be his work
, she thought. She looked around the room. Everyone was talking or laughing or drinking. Vinnie was still alone at the bar, so she decided to go over and ask him. As a bartender, he probably knew a lot of what was going on with his clientele.

As she approached, it struck her how sad Vinnie always appeared to be. He didn’t look at his phone. He didn’t read. He just sat in the same chair every night after work and drank. She wondered if he was an alcoholic. She put her hand gently on his shoulder. “Is this chair taken?”

Vinnie glanced back, and immediately smiled. “Gin! Of course not. Have a seat.” His eyes glanced down and took in her dress, but only for a moment. She liked how he didn’t ogle her. It was the kind of attention a woman wanted—acknowledgement without being creepy about it.