Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(161)

“You’re red,” he said. “I’m stopping.”

I panicked, yelped. “No, it’s alright. You can keep going.”

“Shh,” he said. “I can, but I don’t want to.”

Unable to move much, still draped across his lap, I decided to try something else. I wiggled my hips up and down. Trying to look tempting, yes, but not just that. My crotch ground against Asher’s thigh, my clit a fiery beacon of pleasure. I used him to get myself off, to bring myself up.

He watched me writhing in his lap. I looked over my shoulder at him, grinning. “Asher, can you… please?”

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and off of him, then deposited me on my stomach on the floor. He unbuckled the belt around my upper body and arms and let me free. I flopped on the floor, unsure what exactly to do, but not liking it at all.

“What?” I asked. “I just, I…”

“Go to the guest bedroom upstairs,” he said. “On the side table you’ll see a screen. It’s a bedside TV. Turn it on and switch to channel nine. Then wait.”

“What?”

He left without saying a word. He walked up the stairs to the first floor, leaving me half naked in a disheveled babydoll on his guest home’s library floor. I stared after him, completely and utterly shocked.

“I guess I’m not sexy enough,” I said. “Good enough to spank and make out with, but not to finger or fuck. Got it.”

Pissed off and annoyed, I trounced up the stairs after him. He wasn’t there when I reached the top, so I stomped up the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom door was closed, so I slammed my fist on it.

No reply.

I tried to turn the knob and open the door, but Asher must have locked it. I slammed on the door again, but nothing.

What a jerk. What an asshole. I’d indulged him, let him spank me. It certainly hadn’t felt amazing when he twisted my nipple, either. Actually, thinking back to it, I could still feel the dull ache of his fingers digging into my sensitive flesh. And… I kind of wanted him to do it again. I wanted to feel it, streaks of pain bound with mounds of pleasure, coursing through my body.

If he wasn’t going to get me off, I’d do it myself. I ran to the guest room and pounced on the bed. Lifting my babydoll up and revealing my stomach, I shoved my hand between my legs and teased at my slick folds. Belated, and not even really knowing why, I noticed the small LCD TV screen on the bedside table and switched it on. While I masturbated, I flipped past the nightly news and turned to channel nine.

What I saw on the screen shocked me. My hand paused and I stared, open-mouthed, at the small TV. On the screen, laying on the bed in the master bedroom with his pants around his ankles and the bottom of his shirt gripped hard in his right hand, was Asher. He held his throbbing cock in his other hand, jerking it up and down slowly.

I could hear something coming from the speakers on the TV, but the volume was too low. Frantic, enthralled, I mashed the volume button until Asher’s words became clear.

“Jessika,” he said, more of a grunt than regular speech. “I want to throw you on the bed and spread your legs. I want to squeeze your thighs in my hands and slam my cock into you. I want to…”

I lost it. What was a tease before became a full on frontal assault to my femininity. I rubbed my clit hard between two fingers while I watched Asher stroking himself. Head turned to the side, I imagined myself there with him, in the position he told me, in the way he wanted to take me. I spread my legs and put my free hand beneath my breasts, jostling them up and down with my forearm and pretending Asher was slamming into me so hard that I was rocking back and forth on the bed.

“Fuck me, Asher,” I said, a lusty moan. I fingered myself faster, pushing one, then two fingers inside me. Not enough, not the same, but if I kept watching Asher and imagining him with me, I could almost convince myself that he was here right now. Braver, my arousal thrashing past my inhibitions, I moaned louder. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

“I can hear you,” he said, his voice strained. “I can see you, too. You’re so beautiful. I want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

I squinted through my pleasure-blurred vision and saw him on the bed in the master bedroom, his head turned to the right just like mine. On his bedside table, somewhat inconspicuous, was a small LCD TV like the one I was looking at. He was watching me while I watched him? My mind blanked, panicked, went into overdrive.

“Love me,” I said before desire overtook me.

The evening took its toll on me and I relented to it. Worked up and ready, my orgasm descended upon me like a charging elephant. Thick and heavy, stampeding, pleasure dug into my body. Starting at my core, focused around my clit, my climax dove hard and deep. “I’m…” I said. “Asher, I’m…”