Billionaire Boys Club 5 : Romancing the Billionaire(50)

And he knew that, for starters? Violet needed her br**sts played with. She needed her ni**les toyed with, her flesh kneaded and fingered, the peaks teased until she was breathless. He set to making her crazy, using both hands to palm and cup her br**sts. "These look sweeter than I remember. Just as full and plump as before, but more soft and inviting. I can't wait to put my mouth on them."

She gave a little shiver in his lap that told him she liked his words.

"In fact, I think I will," he told her. He wanted to lean forward and suck on one of those juicy-looking ni**les, but with the way she was sitting on his lap, it'd be an awkward position. So he hauled her forward, dragging her body toward him. When her belly was inches away from his mouth, he took one of her br**sts in hand and made it point, the tip aiming for his mouth. He knew from the flutter of her lashes that she was excited by the anticipation, so he drew his motions out a little. Instead of taking her nipple fully into his mouth like he wanted to and sucking on its sweet, pebbled tip, he brought it to his lips and . . . waited.

She practically wriggled off of his lap, pressing her breast toward him. Inching closer.

Jonathan looked up at her face, at the need and tension on her lovely features, the anticipation etched there as she watched him breathlessly, waiting for his mouth on her skin. He tilted his head forward, that dark pink treat so close that he could smell the fresh scent of her skin, and gently rubbed the tip across his lower lip, not quite taking it into his mouth. It was deliciously hard.

Violet gasped, her eyes dark slits intent on his mouth as she watched him roll her nipple back and forth across his lips, never quite taking it between his teeth or touching it with his tongue. It was a tease. A tormenting, heavenly tease.

Her fingers tightened in his hair and she pressed hard against him, pushing her breast forward. "Oh, God, please, Jonathan."

Hearing her say his name did all kinds of things to his resolve. Without further ado, he flicked his tongue forward and lashed it against her nipple.

She moaned.

He loved the sound of that, so he tongued the nipple hard again, stroking it with the broad flat of his tongue, then circling it with the tip. Then, he gently took it between his teeth and flicked against it again.

Now she was whimpering, her breath coming in small pants, her hands plastered to the sides of his face as she held him to her. Her eyes were closed, and the look on her face was pure ecstasy.

He wanted more of it.

Jonathan nuzzled her breast, teasing and coaxing with teeth and lips and tongue, using every caress in his arsenal to drive her wild. His hand went behind her back to hold her steady and his other slid to the waist of her yoga pants. The stretchy material was bunched at her waist, and he pushed at it, wanting to shove his fingers into her waiting warmth so close nearby. He imagined the hot feel of her pu**y lips over his fingers, slick with need, and nearly lost his mind. His c**k was so hard it felt close to bursting, but he'd control it. Violet's pleasure was more important than his own.




 

 

She made a soft mewing sound as he lightly nipped, surprised by the bite of his teeth. He soothed it away with soft licks and kisses, murmuring her name over and over again. His other hand pushed at the yoga pants, wanting them to give and slide down her hips. When they didn't, he gave up on that and just pushed his hand down into the material and pressed against her skin, seeking the warm cradle of her sex.

She panted as he brushed his fingers over the crinkle of curls shielding her pu**y. Jonathan groaned against her breast, nearly overcome, but when she directed his mouth to her other breast, he attacked it with relish, biting and licking and teasing it until she was whimpering and wild in his arms all over again. His hand, paused just above her pu**y, then slid downward, and he cupped her mound. This is mine, he wanted to tell her. This is mine and no one else's.

But he bit those words back and tongued her nipple, sending her into new sighs of pleasure. Ever so slowly, he pressed his middle finger forward . . . and nearly lost control when it slid easily between her soaking wet folds. Holy Christ, she was turned on. He mentally cursed and had to take a moment to compose himself, pressing his forehead against her pillowy br**sts and trying to retain control.

Violet shifted on his lap, his hand. "Is . . . everything all right?" Her fingers dragged through his hair.

"I just need a moment. You're too much. It's making me lose control, and I don't want to. I want this to be about you."

"Take as long as you want," she said softly. "I'm right here." And she stroked his hair again, the move almost loving. When she touched him like that, he almost believed she loved him again. Almost.