The Billionaires Club (6 page)

“
I suppose it does serve its
purpose.” I grin.

CHAPTER FOUR

“
Say my name.”

“
Anders,” the word falls
from my lips, sounding more like a moan than a name.

How did I end up beneath him again? I
came up to his suite to tell him I was done with this, and he
overpowered me. I fell into that intense gaze of his, those amazing
blue eyes, and then I fell into his bed.

My hands are around his broad naked
shoulders, my nails clawing into his back as he pumps his thickness
into me. We're both panting heavily, and I'm listening to the sound
of the headboard slamming against the wall as he drives me up the
heights of ecstasy.

“
You feel so fucking good,”
he purrs into my ear, slowing down to nibble my earlobe.

The heat between my legs throbs with
neediness, yearning for the feel of his pubic bone crushing against
my clit. I arch my hips slightly, pushing more of him into me,
allowing myself to be wanton and naughty. My movements seem to
please him. He smirks, whispering about how sexy I am.

He kisses down my body, pulling out of
me, and I pout, feeling empty without him.

“
Fuck me,” I beg.

He responds with a simple,
“Soon.”

I decide to leave myself in his very
capable hands, lying there and watching him work. He gropes both of
my breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently before pinching my
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolling them. The
sensation makes me squirm, wanting him inside of me ever
more.

“
Mmm you like that.” It's
not a question. He dips his head down, pulling one of my nipples
into his mouth to suck on it while he continues to tease the other
with his fingers. I squirm slightly, wishing I had the power to
connect our parts. What he's doing now is torturous.

“
Please Anders,” I can
hardly believe my own voice. “I need you now.” What has this man
done to me? I feel like I can't live without him. Every second that
we're not coupled is absolutely agonizing.

“
You're so fucking hot.” He
lets my nipple fall from his lips and kisses a path down my
stomach. Then he grabs my thighs and spreads them wide, exposing me
to him completely. I feel vulnerable, but I love every minute of
it.

“
Mmm.” I arch my hips as his
face moves to meet my pussy, tangling my fingers in his hair and
burying him in my wet folds.

“
Fuck, it's so good,” he
moans into me. His tongue takes the place of his cock, plunging
into my depths. The feeling over it sends me on overdrive. I'm
having a hard time lying still.

“
Yeah, suck my pussy baby,”
I say, though he needs no invitation.

He wraps his arms around my hips,
pulling me into his face. For the briefest of seconds, I wonder how
he can breathe, but then I stop caring. This is all about me. He's
all for me.

I relax my head on the pillow and moan
shamelessly as his tongue laps between my folds and then darts up
to tease my clit. It doesn't take much for him to send me swirling
into oblivion. He only gives me a moment to recover before he
continues where he left off, driving me back up the hill again.
Once wasn't enough. It's never enough.

“
Oh God,” I cry out as he
adds a finger to the mix. He alternates between fingering me and
sucking my clit, and then tonguing my hole and massaging my clit
with his finger. He's not satisfied until he makes me come both
ways. As I lay there breathless, I wonder if a woman has ever had
more orgasms in one night.

“
Fuck me, Anders. Please. I
need you inside of me,” I tell him when he finally peaks over my
mound. His mouth is wet from my juices, and when he licks his lips,
I feel my pleasure cells instantly refuel. I absolutely cannot get
enough of him.

“
Get on your knees. I want
to take you from behind,” he tells me as he pushes himself into a
kneeling position.

I quickly oblige, bracing myself for
his re-entry. I need him inside of me as soon as possible. If he
told me to stand on my head, I'd do it without arguing just to get
what I want faster.

He puts a hand on the small of my back
and the other around his shaft. I moan as I feel his fat tip
pressing against my swollen lips. He does a few teasing swipes
between them before he finally settles on my hole. I don't even
wait for him to push it in. My hips press back almost reflexively,
and my body swallows him.

“
You're so eager,” he says
as he starts to buck slowly.

“
Faster. Harder,” I spur him
on. The wall is taking a beating and so is my pussy. It feels
amazing.

He wraps his hands around my hips and
pounds into me until all I can hear is skin slapping together, the
bed creaking in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall,
and his heavy breathing.

“
Fuck me, Anders,” I cry
out, moaning and clawing my fingers into the sheets
below.

“
Oh God,” his voice is
breathless.

He hammers into me until I explode into
another earth-shattering orgasm. That was the one I really needed.
The one from feeling him buried deep inside of me, stretching my
cunt and claiming me his.

“
I'm gonna come,” he warns
me, and not a second too soon. The moment the words leave his
mouth, he stills against me, emptying his load. I press my hips
back, wanting to take it all in, wishing that he wasn't wearing a
condom so that I could feel him filling me up. If he was my
boyfriend, I would let him come inside me. If he was
mine.

The fantasy fades, and I remember where
I am and what I'm doing. I'm sick of my emotional distress, so I
try to push the thought away. He's mine tonight. That's all that
matters. His lips. His cock. His body. It all belongs to me. No one
can take that from me. No one.

“
Is Anders your real name?”
I ask him as I watch him crawl off the bed, throw away the condom,
and start getting dressed.

“
What?”

I wonder why he feels the need to get
dressed so quickly. You would think that spending ten grand would
entitle me to some cuddling too.

“
Anders. Is that your real
name?”

“
Yes,” he answers without
hesitation.

“
I thought you guys all used
stage names.” Realizing that he's about to kick me out, I start
getting dressed.

“
Stage names,” he laughs.
“I'm not a stripper.”

“
I know, but everything here
is so confidential.”

“
I don't think it hurts
letting people know my real first name.”

“
Anders is such an unusual
first name though. Is it short for something?”

“
Maybe.” I can hear the grin
in his voice.

“
So it is a stage
name.”

“
It's a
nickname.”

“
Same difference,” I insist,
sitting on the side of the bed while I wait for him to finish
getting dressed. I want to know more about him. And why not? I'm
letting him stick his dick in me twice a week. I feel almost
entitled to know more about him. “What did you do to get into The
Billionaires Club?”

“
I'm a billionaire,” he
replies plainly.

“
I know, but I mean what do
you do for a living?”

“
I work.”

It's obvious the conversation isn't
going anywhere. Even more of a reminder that I'm just a client to
him. Nothing else.

It doesn't matter anymore. He's already
hooked me in. There's nothing I can do to resist him. Even if I say
I don't want to see him again, he'll still come for me, still
seduce me, and I'll still end up in his room with him between my
legs. I might as well enjoy the ride for what it is.

“
I'll miss you until
Thursday,” he tells me as he walks me toward the door.

“
I don't believe that one
bit,” I confess, tired of trying to convince myself that he might
actually care.

To my surprise, he grabs me by the
shoulder and turns me around to face him. “Hey now, what's that
about?”

“
I'm just saying that I'm
just a client to you. You don't have to pretend like you actually
think about me beyond the bedroom.”

“
I do think about you
though,” he purrs, leaning into me. When he grabs my hand and
places it on his crotch, I'm startled by what I feel there. “This
is proof that I think about you, am still thinking about you
despite what we just did.”

He's rock hard again.

***

“
He's new.” Stephanie tips
her sunglasses so that she can look over them and get a better view
of the new maintenance man.

This one is blonde haired, blue eyed,
and devastatingly gorgeous. Even I can't help getting a stirring
for him. Among all the eye-candy that I've seen on the premises so
far, he definitely rates in the top three on the attractiveness
scale. Now that I've decided to relax and enjoy myself, maybe it
wouldn't be so horrible if I took on an extra guy. Then again, the
idea of Stephanie and I sharing him turns me off a bit.

“
Let's get him over here,” I
tell her, feeling my heart pump with a new sense of
adventure.

“
You don't have to tell me
twice, doll.” She turns to look at me for the briefest of moments
before calling to him, “Yoo-hoo. Tall, blonde, and hunky. Can you
come here for a minute?”

My cheeks turn a blistering red at her
boldness. How can she speak to another human being like that? It's
like she's objectifying him. She is objectifying him. And judging
by the smirk playing across his tanned face, he doesn't mind one
bit.

My heart flutters in my chest as he
walks over, squatting between our loungers so that he's eye level
with both of us. “Good evening, ladies. What can I do for
you?”

“
I can think of a few
things.” Stephanie has shed her glasses, and she's looking the new
guy up and down like a piece of prime sirloin.

“
Are you new here?” I ask
timidly.

“
Yeah. It's my first day. Is
it that obvious?” He nervously scratches the back of his head, and
my eyes zero in on his toned arms as they flex with every movement.
My God is he handsome.

“
There's a first time for
everything, love,” Stephanie purrs at him, giving him her usual
predatory look when she sees a man she wants to pounce. I would be
laughing right now if I wasn't so damn nervous.

“
What did you do before
this?” I ask, completely ruining her game.

“
Oh, I've always been a
maintenance man. I just decided to work here because, well, it pays
more. And perks.” He looks directly at me when he says the perks
part, and my cheeks get about four shades darker. He wants to fuck
me. I can feel it. And I kind of want to fuck him too.

“
Well hello there. Fancy
seeing you here.” Stephanie's attention shifts to someone standing
behind me.

“
Tessa.”

My body tenses at the sound of my name
on his lips. I feel like I've been caught. Like I'm a bad girl
about to cheat on my lover.

“
Anders.” I twist around to
face him, completely startled.

He's glaring at the blonde guy kneeling
next to me. “Who are you?”

Blondie stands up and offers Anders his
hand. “The name is Nelson. I just started here today.”

“
Nelson,” the name rolls off
his tongue in distaste. “Don't you have something you should be
doing?”

Nelson looks like he's just been
slapped. The fear in his eyes is classic of someone being
reprimanded by their employer. I instantly regret asking Stephanie
to call him over.

“
Ladies,” Nelson quickly
addresses us before walking away. Stephanie looks sad to see him
go, but it's short lived. Now her attention is on Anders and I. She
watches us shamelessly.

“
I just came to check on
you,” Anders tells me. “You didn't seem like you were feeling too
well when you left last night, so I wanted to make sure you're
alright.”

“
That's kind of you,” I say
reflexively, confused about whether or not he's being
sincere.

He bends down then, touching his
fingertip to my chin and drawing my face up. Our lips meet, and I'm
completely blown away by the fact that he's kissing me out by the
pool in front of so many other clients. There's no way to tell if
some of them are his or not. I can feel eyes upon us. I don't even
have to look up to know that people are staring.

His tongue whispers across my bottom
lip, and I gasp slightly, which is all the opportunity he needs to
seek entry. He steals my breath, making my head spin with the sheer
hunger of his actions. This kiss is deep and hard, perhaps more so
than any he's given me behind closed doors. When he finally pulls
away, I feel lost without him, completely wrapped up in his
seductive spell.

“
You are mine while you're
here. I don't want anyone else touching you.” It's a demand, not a
request. He casts a distasteful glance towards Nelson to cement his
meaning. “I'll see you on Thursday.”