Banking the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys, #2)(67)

I rested my head against the headboard and groaned. "I'm just so horny  right now. I feel like I will go crazy if I don't come in the next five  minutes. Do you want to shoulder that, Thatch? Knowing you're the one  who pushed me over the edge."

He glanced over at me and smirked. "We've already established you're crazy, honey. Beautiful but crazy. Sexy as fuck but crazy."         

     



 

"You love my crazy."

"Obviously. I let you break my dick."

"I did not break your dick," I said, even though my eyes were now  fixated on his crotch. Did I break his dick? I started to wonder if we  needed to take him to the hospital.

He snorted. "Yeah, honey, you did."

"What if I suck on you for a little bit?"

He shut his eyes again and seemed content to fall back asleep. "My cock  needs a break. You could shove your tits in my face, and I wouldn't care  at this point."

Why didn't I think of that? He could never resist my boobs.

He peeked out of one eye and added, "That's not a challenge."

I groaned again. "You're turning into an old man."

"You weren't saying that last night when you were begging me to put my mouth on you."

"Yes, please. Do that."

Both of his eyes opened to meet my unsatisfied and sex-consumed gaze. "You're that riled, honey?"

I nodded. "I need to get off. So fucking bad."

He moved over top of me and caged me in with his thick arms. "You want my mouth?"

"Yes."

His fingers brushed aside the strap of my tank top as his tongue licked a  path from my shoulder to my neck. "You need to come?" he breathed into  my ear.

My nipples hardened. "More than I need to breathe."

His mouth sucked at my neck, hitting that spot below my ear that had  moans slipping past my lips. He slid his fingers into my hair and tilted  my head to give him more room. And God, he used that extra space-his  lips and tongue, sucking and licking along my skin, moving down to my  shoulder and then back up again.

My back arched and my hips lifted, seeking relief from the pulsing ache  building below my belly. "Please," I begged. I needed more, I needed his  mouth, his lips, his hands, his cock. I needed him on me, in me, all  fucking over me. I wanted everything, and I wanted it all at the same  time.

My nails found their way into the smooth skin of his back, leaving their  mark and showing him just how desperate I was for what he had to give.

He kissed a wet, openmouthed path down my throat and between my breasts  as his body slid down mine. His large hands slipped my tank down until I  was bared for his heady gaze.

"Christ." He groaned when his eyes took in my hard nipples and heaving chest.

His tongue licked a hot trail across my breast until he sucked me into his mouth.

"These fucking perfect tits were made for my big fucking hands. Fuck,  Cass. I shouldn't be hard right now, but I am. I'm so fucking hard for  you." He punctuated that statement by grinding against me until I  moaned.

When those words passed his lips, I was pretty sure angels started singing.

"Yes, please. I need it, baby."

"Not yet."

His hands continued to grip my breasts, and his thumbs brushed across my  nipples as his mouth moved down my belly. He licked from one hip bone  to the next until he descended farther and pressed his warm mouth  against my clit. He sucked on me through my panties, and my eyes rolled  back.

"You're soaked. I need to lick you clean before I slide my cock inside this perfect pussy."

In two quick pulls, he tore my underwear off my body and didn't waste a  second after. He sucked and ate at my pussy until my legs started to  shake and I gripped his hair with my fingers.

"How do you want it, honey? My mouth or my cock?"

"If you don't fuck me right now I swear-"

He had his cock out and his hands gripping my thighs before I could  finish. He thrust inside me between one panting breath and the next.

I moaned, my voice echoing inside of the silent apartment.

"More?" He pushed a little deeper.

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Cass." He damn near growled. "You always feel so good."




Four hours and a combined four orgasms later-three for me and one for  Thatch-we were riding up the elevator toward the owner's suite at Paul  Howard Stadium, the home of the New York Mavericks.

I was fidgety with nervous excitement, practically bouncing from foot to foot.

Thatch smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, tucking me into  his side. "Don't worry, honey. He's healthy. He's in the best shape of  his life. Sean's going to do great."

I nodded. "I know, but I can't stop feeling so nervous. I mean, it's my baby brother's first professional football game."

"Yeah, and he's about to show the Mavericks that drafting him was the best decision they ever made."

The elevator dinged when we reached the top level, and Thatch led me out with a hand softly pressed to my lower back.         

     



 

I looked up into his confident gaze and grinned. "You're right. Sean is going to kick some serious ass today."

"I'm always right, honey. We've established this numerous times."

I lifted my hand and feigned a dick slap.

He didn't even flinch, and I tilted my head in surprise.

He smirked. "We've also established that you broke my dick, honey. You  could kick me in the balls right now, and I probably wouldn't feel it."

I glanced down at his crotch and then back up to him. My mouth tilted into a devious smile.

"No," he said and shook his head. "I'm not fucking you here. So go ahead and come to terms with that fact right now."

Fact? Yeah, we'd see about that. I'd thoughtfully planned my apparel ahead of time.





"I love you so much," I told Cassie's tits through a moan. They looked  fucking spectacular today in her number seventy-eight Mavericks jersey  sans bra.

Maybe it was inappropriate to ogle her chest through a shirt she donned  to support her brother, but fuck. They looked so good. Walking into the  stadium, women had looked at her like she was crazy, and men had looked  at me like they were considering murder for the chance to take my place.

It had been awesome.

"Harder, baby," Cassie ordered in between gasps as I gave into  temptation and buried my face in the low V-neck of her shirt and held  her up and against the owner's suite bathroom wall. She'd been  relentless for the last month or so, completely sexually insatiable, and  for the first time in my life, I wasn't completely sure I could keep  up.

I tried to increase my tempo and force without breaking her in half or  making myself come prematurely. The line I walked for both was  fantastically thin.

"Fuck my pussy, Thatch," she demanded, and I closed my eyes to fight the tingle in my spine.

"I am, honey," I told her, because I was. I was giving her everything I  had to give, and she still wanted more. I both loved and hated the idea  that my woman could take so much.

It was hot as fuck, but it didn't do me much good if I couldn't keep up.

Sucking at the top swell of her breast, I tightened my grip on her ass,  lifted her even higher, pushed her harder into the door, and set up a  pounding rhythm. The hinged wood rattled, and there wasn't a doubt in my  mind all of our friends could hear every single thrust.

"Fuck yeah, oh, yeah," she screamed. Moving my mouth from her chest to  her lips, I worked my tongue between the seam to silence her.

She hiccupped through her pleasure and dug her fingernails into my shoulders in an attempt to climb me higher.

One hand left me to stroke her own nipple through her shirt, and I groaned.

"Careful, baby," I warned her. "You're gonna have to finish on my tongue if you keep that up."

"Uh, oh, yeah," she moaned, ignoring me completely and chasing her own pleasure like a search dog.

"Goddamn," I told her throat. "You are the sexiest fucking woman on the planet."

Using her other hand to help, she pulled the neck of her shirt down and  under her tits to bare them to my eyes and make them accessible for my  mouth.

"Suck on them, Thatcher." She moaned. "Fucking eat them."

"Fuuuuck."

Never in my life would I be able to deny a request like that.

Every time her pussy swallowed my dick, milking it until I could barely  pull back out, her tits bounced, and I lost control a little more.

"Get there, Cass," I ordered, shifting a hand on her ass until my fingertips met the union     between her wet pussy and my dick.

Her head fell back, her long hair bunching at the back where it rubbed  persistently against the door. A crease formed in her lip with the force  of her bite as she tried-and failed-to contain the yell of her orgasm.

The sight of her face and the feel of her coming on my dick sent me right over the edge.

I shoved my face right in the center of her tits to muffle my groan. Grabbing on to my hair, she pulled my face into her harder.

I licked a path from the center and up, over the swell of each, and around each nipple.