The Billionaire's Pledge (11 page)

She watched his eyes. They were staring at her lips. They moved down to her chest, and she felt strangely self-conscious about her thin bra and silky shirt.

He looked up again, and his hand moved toward her face, touching her cheek, running down it to her jaw, then tracing a line down her neck. She opened her lips a fraction.

“Things were so crazy down in California,” he said. “So much sex, so many women. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Ménage à trois, orgies. Oh man, it was insane.”

“Tell me more…” she whispered. But she wondered: if he’d taken this vow, why hadn’t he just told her about it? He said he was embarrassed and ashamed, but he’d told her other things about his sex life. 

His fingers traced along the front of her shirt, touching each button all the way down, as if feeling their smooth mother-of-pearl texture. She wanted him to unbutton them, to pull her shirt off. Her heart beat faster and her breaths started to come even more rapidly. Without thinking, she licked her lips and swallowed. Was this really going to happen?

“One day I woke up in a strange bed. I didn’t know where I was.” He lifted up the bottom corner of her shirt a little, exposing the tan skin of her lower stomach. “My head was throbbing. There were five naked women asleep all around me. Models. Centerfolds. Dancers.” He placed the shirt back down and rested his hand on her hip. “But they meant nothing to me. My heart was aching for real love, a real connection.”

He picked up his hand and ran it along the outside of her upper thigh, down to the knee. She felt his gentle touch through the thin cotton of her skirt. He touched her bare knee.

“We were in some expensive hotel. My head hurt so much I could hardly move. One of the women wanted a couple thousand dollars to buy more drugs. Another one got sick in the bed.”

He ran his hand down to her foot and caressed the toes and gave her a little foot massage. Savannah found it incredibly sensual.

“That was it,” he said. “Rock bottom, as they say. I’d had enough. I made a formal vow of chastity the next day. Started researching where I could go to escape everything. That was two months ago. I took that vow very seriously. That’s why I couldn’t let you touch me, or even kiss me. I had to have limits, I had to draw a line. Otherwise things would get out of hand and I’d break my vow.”

“So we can’t have sex? We can’t even kiss?”

His finger moved up and around the back of her knee and caressed the soft skin behind it. She shifted, barely aware of it, her legs parting slightly under her skirt. By moving, she became aware of the feel of her panties against her bottom and her vulva.

“Well, I held out as long as I could. It wasn’t all that difficult until a couple of weeks ago. Being around you has been…oh, God! It’s been so difficult. Even that very first day, the very first minute, I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to tear off your clothes and do things to you. Fucking-A, it was a challenge!”

Savannah could hardly believe it. She lay there on his bed, her feelings for him growing stronger each second, imagining him wanting to touch her. Zachary Cushman wanted
her
! She felt his finger move an inch or two up the back of her leg. The skin there was extremely soft and sensitive. Her body and mind responded.

“Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, Savannah, I realize the whole vow was just a test. Could I get back in control of my life? Could I press the reset button and start over? Was I still a good person? And I passed the test. I held out. I realize now, I was just waiting for the right woman. It couldn’t be just anybody. It couldn’t be another money-grubber, gold-digger, expensive call girl. I found you, and that’s what this whole thing was all about.”

His hand slid farther up, tantalizingly. She sighed and let her legs open a bit more. His fingers were under her skirt now, moving along her inner thigh. It had been so long…so long since a man had truly touched her…

He leaned over and put his lips lightly to hers. The kiss was long and wonderful. His hand paused near her panties, at the very top of the back of her leg, just inches below her bottom. He stroked her there. It was like he was waiting for permission to keep going.

She kissed him hard, finally releasing her pent-up desires, pressing her tongue greedily into his mouth where it met his tongue and played with it. He could have her. He could take her. She wanted him. She wanted to see his body, to feel it in her hands, to fondle him and make him squirm with pleasure. 

But for now she would simply enjoy this kiss.

After a few moments she wrapped her arm around him and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair. She held him to her, kissing him hard, loving his mouth and feeling his smooth lips against hers. His hand probed farther up, stroking the outside of her panties, running along their seam, making Savannah’s head spin.

They kept kissing, and she hardly even noticed when his hand moved away from her crotch.

Something tugged at her shirt and she realized he was undoing her buttons. After the first two, he grunted and tore her shirt open, popping the rest clean off. They flew in all directions and she heard them clatter. 

She laughed a little into his mouth at this macho cliché, and felt him smile in return. She realized her white lacy bra was exposed. He pulled away a bit and then leaned back in, kissing her neck, running the tip of his tongue down to her exposed collarbone, then farther, to the top of her bra. Every brush of his lips against her skin seemed to throw off sparks, every touch of his fingertips was like an electric current. Her entire body felt like it was lighting up, charged, ready for what was to come next.

He fondled her breasts through the bra, kissed the exposed top halves of her perfect orbs, then deftly reached back to undo the clasp. The bra fell away and she watched his face as her bare breasts were revealed. She could see that he approved of her small, dark nipples. He bent forward and took one into his mouth, sucking hard enough to hurt…but somehow instead of hurting, the sensation mixed with her dreamlike state and felt almost like a mouth closing onto her clit. She gasped.

Her clit…it was throbbing with desire, yearning to be stroked and licked. She rubbed it a little before tearing her hand away. She knew he would do whatever she asked.

“I need to come,” she said, letting all her inhibitions down. It felt strange to be so demanding, so straightforward. But it was such a thrill!

He looked a little shocked, but quickly recovered. “Okay,” he said.

“Lick me, finger me.” She reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and tight cotton panties. Zachary’s eyes opened wide. She laid the skirt down on her stomach and spread her legs. She allowed her hand to stray down again, this time lingering longer on her panties right above her clit, running down from the sensitive top, over her panties, down her slit, pushing a little into her wet pussy. She watched his eyes. He was practically drooling.

“You want this, don’t you?” she asked. He nodded. “You want to touch me here?” She stroked herself again, still on the outside of the fabric. It felt so good, she almost couldn’t stop.

He seemed to be having trouble speaking. “Y-yes.”

“Do it, then! Make me come!”

He touched the outside of her panties, stroking the fabric, finding her clit and playing with it. He cupped her mound and rubbed around gently, exploring, getting a sense of her body. She responded by grinding into his hand and moaning.

“Good,” she said. “Keep going…”

His fingertips traced the edges of her panties before slipping underneath. She smiled as she thought of her perfectly shaved pussy and how wet and slick she was. His finger touched the outside of her opening, picking up some of her juices, spreading them upward, still under her panties. He rubbed her sensitive peak, and she wondered if he was going to make her come in the next few moments. She wanted it to happen, desperately, but she wanted to prolong it just a little. She managed to hold back, but barely.

Without warning, he slid her panties all the way down her legs and tossed the fabric aside.

Her beautiful, shaved mound and pink pussy were utterly exposed. “You still want me to make you come now?” he asked, looking her in the eyes as he lowered his face toward her love button, where his fingers were dancing lightly.

“Uh-huh,” she managed to moan through the intensity of the pleasure. “Now…
please
…”

At that moment he stopped moving and took his fingers away. It was like pulling an oxygen mask from a diver. Her body seemed to cry out, demanding to be touched, shocked at this sudden removal of sensation. Did he want her to beg for it? What was he doing? She looked down and saw him bring his mouth close to her, his lips slightly parted, his tongue licking them, making them moist. He stopped a half-inch from her clit.

She couldn’t help herself. The whole area around her clit was tingling like a hand waking up from sleep. God damn, why didn’t he keep touching her? She pushed her pelvis up, raising her vulva to meet his mouth, at the same time grabbing the back of his head so that he couldn’t pull away.

She forced her wanting pearl against his mouth. He didn’t resist. He sank down into her, mouth opening, lips wet and soft and smooth like the lips of her pussy. He took her whole clit into his mouth. She threw her head back in the shock of ecstasy and pushed his head down against her body.

“Shit,” she said. “Oh fuck. Oh God.”

He was that good. His lips opened and closed against her most sensitive areas, and they were softer than she could have imagined. The skin around his mouth was unbelievably smooth; he must have shaved it minutes ago when he left the room. His tongue emerged and swirled and played with her. Within seconds, she was back at the edge of climax. Her head filled with anticipation. The muscles in her legs and stomach began to tighten. Zac moved in a pattern now, pulling his lips down and together over her clit, then flicking a circle with his tongue. Over and over. So smooth, so soft.

Savannah focused on the sensations in her clit and within the flesh all around it. Every tiny movement of Zac’s mouth felt like a hot thrill that pushed her higher and higher. 

She was there.

She was coming. 

Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes! He’s making me come! He’s sucking my pussy and nothing else matters. Just this moment. This pleasure. Keep going, don’t stop, don’t change a thing…

There was no holding back now, even if she had wanted to. A ripple of energy began between her legs and flowed like a hot wave up her chest, into her head. She closed her eyes and tightened her lips. The orgasm was so powerful that it almost hurt. It grew in intensity every second. Her body went into spasm. Her pelvis rose up against Zac’s face. Her right hand gripped his head while her left reached out and grabbed soft fabric.

She wanted to cry out, to scream in pleasure as throb after throb rocked her body—but she couldn’t. She could only groan and pant and try to catch her breath.

His mouth kept up the same motions, not too hard, not too gentle. He timed them to her thrusts upward. It seemed to last for thirty minutes, but how long it really went, she never knew.

Finally the intensity of the pleasure began to die down. Savannah lay there gasping for breath, her chest heaving up and down, her mouth open with the urgent need for air. She felt as exhausted as if she’d just run a wind sprint.

Still he moved on her, softer now, and it still felt good. She stroked the back of his head.

“Holy fucking Christ,” she said in a half-whisper.

He lifted his head a bit. “Was it good?”

“Oh my God, you couldn’t tell?”

“I could tell. You came for like three minutes.”

“It felt like forever.”

He kissed around her clit, then moved down and used his tongue to lick at the wetness along the bottom edge of her pussy. Every nerve ending was on fire, but in a good way.

She let her hand fall away from his head, and absentmindedly played with her own nipples for a moment, lost in the aftermath of one of the best orgasms of her life. Hell, it probably was
the
best.

***

He didn’t seem to be in a rush to do more with her, and this pleased her. So many men were obsessed with instantly going all the way, as soon as they could. But Zachary just lay next to her on the bed, looking at her with a sweet, knowing smile.

“What do you feel like doing now?” he asked.

“Just hanging out,” she said. “Chatting. Maybe take a nap.”

But inside her mind, the truth was different: she wanted
more
. She wanted Zachary Cushman’s body. She wanted to take him and control him and give him pleasure until he begged for mercy. All thoughts of her throbbing head injury and the bizarre scene earlier on the street downtown were gone now. Even the faint awareness of her ex-boyfriend’s presence had faded under the intense emotions of intimacy with Zac.

She thought about making a move, but then he said, “Have you been to Africa?” 

Well,
that
was out of the blue.

“No,” she said.

“Oh, man. It’s amazing. We should go. There’s a place at Victoria Falls where you can sit in a pool just a few feet from the edge. It’s unreal. The Devil’s Pool, they call it. Zambia. And the Valley of Kings in Egypt. Amazing, the history, the statues. And the Serengeti…Kilimanjaro…I can’t believe you’ve never been!”

“I don’t think most people have.”

“Yeah, that’s probably true. Listen, we can fly over there on my jet. Maybe in a couple of weeks.”

Fly over there? Just fly over to Africa, whenever they wanted? She could get used to this. 

“Tell me more about it,” she said. “Everything.”

And he did. For the next couple of hours she lay in the bed while he told stories and painted pictures with words. He’d had quite a life. Sometimes he’d pull up something on the iPad, an image or a video, when he really wanted her to see something.

Eventually she got hungry and he brought her lunch in bed—a first for her. Whenever he moved around the room, or walked in or out, she admired his perfect form. Soon she was lusting again, and wanting that physical connection. She wanted to please him, as he had pleased her.