Bedding The Billionaire (Bedding the Bachelors Book 3) (10 page)

Lucy felt her eyes roll back. She had been with a lot of men, but nothing had prepared her for this.

He pulled back until he was nearly all the way out and then buried himself inside her again. He did this over and over and over, never once taking his eyes off of hers. As he fucked her—roughly, fully, and deeply—she felt him getting harder and bigger inside her.

He was already on the edge of orgasm.

She wasn’t disappointed that their first time was going to be so quick. She knew they weren’t finished. Jamie would make it up to her, and she was already looking forward to it.

“Do it,” she urged. “Come for me, baby.”

“No,” he said hoarsely. “Not without you.”

“I don’t want you to wait,” she cried. “I want you to lose control. Please!”

“Not. Without. You.”

Roughly, he pushed her legs back and out. “Hold them there,” he ordered. She grabbed her knees, holding her legs wide, whimpering at the determined glint in his eyes. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit. She moaned as she felt him thrust even harder and faster, hammering in and out of her.

In about ten seconds flat, he got her there, to that place where her body was convulsing and she had to let go of her legs so she could rake her nails down his back. “So good,” she moaned. “So good.”

He growled deep in his throat, grabbed her hips and shoved himself as deep as he could even as he buried his face in her neck and groaned. With each spurt of his orgasm he withdrew just a little before penetrating her once again, riding the next pulse, the next wave, as if he never wanted to let her go.

* * *

“Jesus,” Jamie gasped out as he collapsed next to her on the bed. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.”

Even as she struggled with her own orgasm-induced daze, Lucy managed to giggle and said, “You were the one who wanted to wait, remember?”

“I must have been out of my mind. Thank God the waiting is over and we can just fuck each other’s brains out all night long.” He gave her a light kiss. “Be right back.”

After rolling off the bed, he sauntered to the bathroom, presumably to take care of the used condom.

Staring at his gorgeous backside, Lucy pondered his words. He’d said they would only have one night together. That was for the best. It was why she’d allowed herself to have this.

So why was her stomach suddenly aching at the thought of leaving Vegas, and him, behind?

Didn’t matter. She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t even want to think about it. She just wanted to enjoy being with him while she could.

When he was back in bed beside her, she said, “The night’s not over and I still have plenty of brains left. You going to do something about that?” She rolled slightly to one side and kissed him. He kissed her back softly and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You’re so beautiful, Lucy. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t think about anyone else. Nothing feels better than you in my arms—”

She cut him off with another kiss. She loved what he was saying. His words caused waves of desire to ripple through her. But what she wanted right now was more action, not words.

“Show me,” she told him in a husky voice.

Jamie grinned and shifted position so he was back between her legs. Curling his strong arms underneath her thighs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her clit was still swollen, aching, waiting for more; it throbbed painfully as he licked her calves and then the inner curve of her thighs. She writhed with pleasure and frustration, savoring the anticipation and silently begging for him to give her what she most wanted. Where she most wanted it. He lifted his head slightly so he could see her face, then trailed his fingers up her thighs, over her stomach, and between breasts until his fingers, which carried her musky scent, brushed against her mouth. His sensual touch and the taste of her on his fingers caused her entire body to convulse violently.

She arched her hips in another silent demand, but his hand lingered, outlining her lips with his fingertips before brushing them firmly with the pad of his thumb. When her lips parted on a gasp, he gently thrust his thumb inside her mouth. Lucy closed her eyes and began to suck.

His face flushed with building arousal. He watched her suck him before gently withdrawing his thumb. Then he glided his hand to her breasts and lightly brushed across her hard nipples, teasing her again and causing tiny jolts of electricity to surge through her before his hand was once more between her legs.

As if he couldn’t control himself any longer, as if he couldn’t stand not having some part of him enveloped by her clinging heat, he pushed a finger inside of her, and then two. However, once he penetrated her, he didn’t move his fingers at all. She rocked her hips, rode his fingers herself, hoped to entice him into deep, thrusting action. She swiveled and undulated until she was panting in desperation. It was only when she paused, exhausted by her efforts, that he gave her more of what she really wanted. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers. He rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. Then he plunged his fingers back inside her. He repeated that pattern over and over.

“God, yes, Jamie. That feels so good,” she whimpered.

“Let’s see if we can make you feel even better,” he said.

Keeping his fingers inside her, he lowered his head until she felt the thrilling sensation of his warm breath against her. When he flicked his tongue lightly against her clit, her body jerked in response.

“Is that what you want, Lucy? Is my tongue what you need?”

“Yes….” she said breathlessly.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, pausing on each upstroke to gather her juices and rub them against her pouty pussy lips. She looked down at him, at his incredibly handsome face and begged, “I need your tongue, Jamie. Please, put your tongue inside me. Deep inside me.”

He smiled as he placed a hand flat on her belly to hold her in place, and then he bent and thrust out his tongue, moving it in erratic circles round and round. He was delving in, but still not hitting the key spot. Lucy twisted and thrust and moaned and begged, enjoying the sensations but dying for more.

He reached up with his other hand, found her nipples, and roughly massaged them. That additional stimulation was like being hit by a bolt of lightning, and when he finally ran his tongue quickly across her hardened clit, she moaned from relief as much as pleasure.

Flattening his tongue, he licked her slowly and thoroughly. He did this several times, pulling stuttering moans out of her, before he picked up speed. She heard how drenched she was as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. God, it turned her on. Made her crazy. Made her desperate to reach that lovely peak he’d pushed her over not even an hour before.

He took her clit completely into his mouth and sucked and licked her as she bucked her hips, crying out loudly. She didn’t care if the people in the next room could hear her. She didn’t care if the people down the street could hear her. It was too much, too good for her to keep quiet.

When she finally came it was like an explosion. Her body arched into the air and he held onto her until she collapsed back down on the mattress with a spray of fluid erupting across the palm of his hand. The pressure that he’d built up in her had released at last, pushing the tension out in a gush that he rubbed against his lips and then her own.

God, he was an amazing lover. No inhibitions. He pushed her in ways she didn’t even know she could be pushed.

She lay there with her eyes half closed and a satiated smile playing across her lips. She loved being in this place where she felt everything and nothing all at the same time. Even the colors on the ceiling looked brighter, and it was like she could taste the air. She rolled his name across her tongue.

“Jamie,” she said, pushing his name out on the wings of a soft, heady sigh. He moved up her body until he was crouched above her. “Thank you,” she told him, finally looking up into his deep brown eyes. She lightly stroked his soft hair, and then grinned mischievously. “Now it’s my turn. Lie down.”

“You sure? You don’t have to…”

She shot him an “Are you kidding me?” look.

He laughed, but there was a decided hint of desperation in the sound.

“Okay, forget I said that. You really, really have to or I think I might just die.”

“How about I do my best to kill you with pleasure, instead?”

He lay down beside her and she took the time to relish the sight of his smooth muscular form. She could feel the crackle of energy between them as she scooted herself down on the bed, dragging her hard nipples across his body until her mouth was level with his rock hard shaft. She flattened her tongue and ran it from the bottom of the shaft all the way to the head.

When he groaned, reaching down and tunneling his hands through her hair, she smiled up at him. She loved the look of entranced pleasure on his face. Loved the fact that she was the one who’d put it there. Lowering her face again, she ran her tongue around the head of his cock and then, taking only the tip between her lips, she started sucking on it, hard.

Now it was Jamie’s turn to moan and writhe in desperate desire. His grip on her hair tightened as he guided her head, pushing her to take more of him, a little at time, deeper and deeper, until his massive length disappeared inside her moist warm mouth. She began sucking harder and faster, licking the underside with her tongue. Jamie was saying her name now, over and over, even as he bucked his hips, fucking her mouth with a driving, urgent need.

When he was close to the edge, she stopped suddenly and moved her attention to his balls, kissing and licking across them softly and then gently sucking them one at a time into her mouth.

“Fuck, you really are killing me,” he said. “Shift to the side so I can play with your breasts.”

She ignored him, then gasped when he roughly tugged on her hair. “Do it, Lucy. Now.”

She did, changing her position until she was kneeling next to him, her breasts dangling within his reach. With one hand, he played with her nipples, pinching and tugging in time to her sucks.

“Your mouth feels so good, but I want back inside you, baby. I need to fuck you again. Get a condom from my pants. Put it on me.”

Lucy didn’t argue. She scrambled to his clothes, found the condom, ripped the package open with her teeth and then, with shaking hands, swiftly suited him up. As soon as she touched him, he gritted his teeth and arched his hips. “Hurry, Luce. I need you to fuck me.”

She scrambled astride him until she was leaning back on her haunches, the tip of his cock brushing against her core. She was so wet that when she slid herself along his shaft, aligning him with her opening, he immediately slipped inside her with ease.

They both groaned as he took her nipples between his fingers and she began rocking back and forth, letting him glide in and out of her. He hammered his hips up and together they found a sweet, sexy, erotic rhythm. Lucy arched her back and closed her eyes, swept her own hands over her breasts, loving the fact that they brushed against his, then moved lower until she was plucking at her clit. As she continued to fuck him and finger herself at the same time, the sounds of her massaging the small turgid piece of flesh and the hard slap of his cock as he repeatedly buried it inside her only added to the pressure building inside them both.

“Jamie,” she whimpered. “This feels so good. So, so good. God, I’ve missed your touch.”

* * *

At Lucy’s words, Jamie opened his eyes and took her in. She had her head thrown back, and her hair lay in wet tendrils across her cheeks and forehead. Her beautiful breasts bounced with the motion of their fucking and Jamie thought that at that moment he had to be luckiest man alive. No, this wasn’t something that was going to lead to an emotional commitment or a long-term relationship, but it was still damn awesome. He loved the fact she’d opened herself up enough to tell him she’d missed him. He was going to enjoy every second with her while he had the chance.

Reaching up, he curled his hand around the back of Lucy’s neck and pulled her down for a kiss. He was ready to come and he knew she was getting close. He could taste her and himself on her lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues rubbed and sparred until she’d had enough. She nipped at his tongue lightly, then sucked his bottom lip hard. She shifted, her movements on his dick becoming less controlled. Harder. More demanding.

She was reaching for it.

And he was going to give it to her.

Jamie put his hands on her slim hips and began moving her, pulling her up then pounding her back down on his cock, burying himself to the hilt, not giving her any choice but to take all of him, and take him hard. Her eyes widened, and her body began to spasm and shake.

Her shout combined with his as they simultaneously found their release. He shot his load into the condom even as he felt the moisture of her own release soaking both their thighs. Breathing harshly, Lucy dropped her spent body down on top of him and he held her like that, loving the feel of her heart as it hammered against both of their chests.

After several minutes she shifted. Her eyes remained closed when she said, “I—I can go back to my hotel—”

“Shut up, Luce,” he said. “Just let me hold you and go to sleep.”