Billionaire Flawed 2(145)

“This is our one night that we get to be crazy, together. I already know what you look like naked. Let’s have some fun!”

That was it; he was right. It helped that he was super cute while he tried to slide his pants over his skates.

I kicked off my skates and started prying off my clothes. The air made me shiver for warmth, but I couldn’t imagine this ever happening again.

I peeled off all my layers until I was standing at the precipice of the ice in nothing but my panties and bra. He had already stripped off his boxers, and I could see he was enjoying this even though it was freezing.

“I bet I’m better at this than you,” he said, jokingly, “maybe I’ll stay on my feet in the end.”

I rolled my eyes and stripped off the last of my clothing. It was a trial by fire as my heart shot into my throat from the cold. It didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest as he started skating around, coming to a stop in front of me.

I reached out for help off the ground after I put on my skates and he was more than willing to do so.

I pulled up and into his arms, but didn’t pull away just yet. His heat felt good against my skin. I felt a good time to take a chance. I craned my neck up getting my lips closer to his.

It seemed he was waiting for this as he hungrily accepted me and returned the kiss in kind. My chest began to get flush and got a rush of excitement up and down all my limbs as we kissed.

I could feel his member rubbing against my bare stomach; it was growing. I wanted to be naughty, and I think he could tell.

He reached a hand down and grabbed my freezing behind. I welcomed the warmth of his hand and raised my leg to his waist to try to absorb as much of him as I could. Raising my leg shifted his position, and now his sex was rubbing against my own.

I could feel myself throbbing with passion, and I could hear my own heart beating in my ears. I stopped minding the cold altogether.

I reached a hand down to stroke his shaft as he reached a finger down and started to swirl around my clit. I let out a panting moan, and he twirled his finger around.

He began to skate backwards, and I fell into him, letting him take the lead as we skated to the edge of the pond. He sat himself upon his bundle of clothing and invited me to join.

I straddled myself atop his sinewy muscle and stroked up and down his chest. He reached out a hand and massaged my breasts, taking each one in turn, sucking on my nipples with his tongue and pulling me in closer with his other hand that rested on my back.

It was becoming too much to bear, so I lined his shaft up with my dripping wet sex and began lowering myself onto him. I offered little resistance to his entrance, as I could feel him pop inside and begin to fill me up.

I panted in the darkness, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake anyone in the house. I could feel myself get more wet just thinking about being caught. I wondered if he felt the same way, but didn’t care much to wait around for an answer.

I began working my hips around in circles while his manhood filled me. I could feel him throbbing inside. The spasms shot tingles through my spine, and I could feel myself getting close.

He lifted me from the ground while still inside me, and tossed his jacket onto the ice, lowering me onto it with the greatest of care. Then he started working his shaft in and out of my gaping wet hole. I started to beg for more of it with my pants of pleasure.

I think he could tell because he just started pounding hard and harder, smashing into my flesh. I wanted to scream, so I held a hand to my mouth and did my best to scream into it.

Then the welling feeling in the pit of my stomach grew until it encompassed the entirety of me, and I could feel a release. A flush of pleasure shot down my spine and tensed all my muscles.

I heard a sudden grunt come from Rick and could feel him shooting his hot sticky load inside. The feeling of him pulling out left me in shivers.

“Don’t tell the parents,” he said.



6.

We both woke up the next morning, completely spent and barely making eye contact. The rest of the vacation went similarly, as neither of us could look the other in the eye.

I didn’t complain; what we did would be wrong. Siblings shouldn’t be close like that. I did finally manage to ask him what happened to his mother, and he was straightforward with the answer.

“She died giving birth to Trenton,” was all he said.

I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like losing one person and gaining another. His father Bill took it hardest; Rick was too young to know what was really going on.

As the end of the break neared, we received our invitations to the wedding. It was a small ceremony, with only the local family attending, which included a couple of cousins, aunts, and uncles. We barely managed to fill the small twenty person church.