Serving the Billionaire(28)

I trusted that he would. It was the only reason I was still there.

“That’s right,” he said. I didn’t know what I had done that he was approving of. His hands left my body, and I felt the mattress shift, and the sound of cloth rustling. Was he—oh, God, he was going through my discarded clothes.

“Are you going to use the vibrator again?” I asked. My voice was shaky and barely recognizable.

“Hmm, not yet,” he said. “Maybe later, after your second orgasm, when you tell me that you can’t possibly come again.”

Second orgasm? After? He’d already made me come once that evening, and I couldn’t imagine that I had another two in me. I shook my head, mutely denying it, and he chuckled, that warm sound I was becoming so fond of.#p#分页标题#e#

“Your body belongs to me, now,” he said. “Don’t forget that. I’ll make it do whatever I want it to.” As he spoke, he drew his hand down my side, a firm pressure this time instead of the teasing glide he’d used before. I leaned into him like a cat.

He repeated the same path he’d followed before, over my hip and down my abdomen, but this time he didn’t stop. He trailed his hand down my abdomen, slowly, making me crave every centimeter, until he arrived, finally, where I wanted him, and slid his fingers along my wet slit.

I moaned. It broke out of me without my permission. After so long, what felt like a million years of waiting, he rolled his thumb over my clit, and it felt even more incredible than I’d imagined. I had been swollen and hungry for this since we left the club, and the long wait had driven me to the brink. If he kept touching me like that, I was going to lose all control.

And that was what he wanted, after all. So why fight it?

“Ah, careful,” he said. “You don’t come until I let you.” He rubbed my clit in slow circles, deliberate and practiced, and I knew I wasn’t the first woman he’d touched like this, but in that instant, I wanted to be the last.

It was a stupid thought, and I put it out of my head immediately. I was a cocktail waitress. He was a billionaire. We were having a fun night together. That was all there was to it.

It was easy not to think about it, to sink into the sensations running through my body. Carter touched my pussy with one hand, and with the other, played with my nipples, one at a time, switching to the other when he’d teased one to a hard peak.

“God, the things I want to do to you,” he murmured in my ear. “Tie you up, hold you down. Spank you. Make you scream. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, because I would, and we both knew it.

He pinched my clit between two fingers, and I felt his other hand slide down my body, slow, slow, and then his fingers rubbed at my entrance, rubbing my slickness into my skin. I held my breath. He pushed a finger into me, or—was it two? I couldn’t tell. I was stretched open, split apart.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I heard myself saying, and I meant that I couldn’t hold out, that I was going to come even though he hadn’t said I could.

“I know,” he said, and circled his fingers over my clit. My body was tight as a bowstring, every muscle tense, and I clenched around his fingers inside me, wanting, shaking, and then he said, “Come for me now,” and I exploded into light.

It rolled over me, through me. I shook hard, squeezing his fingers, throbbing, and I knew I was making noises, but I didn’t let go of the headboard. Not even for a second.

“That’s right,” he said. “Let it happen.” I heard his voice dimly, like he was speaking in another room. The muscles in my thighs twitched. My toes curled.

When it ended at last, I opened my eyes and stared into darkness. Carter had taken his hand away from my clit and was running his palm up and down my thigh. The fingers of his other hand were still rubbing slow circles inside of me, sending delicious aftershocks running through my body.

Carter drew away, and I heard the telltale sound of a condom wrapper. It was really happening. I was going to have sex with one of the richest men in the country. The mattress shifted as he moved behind me, and then his hands curled around my hips, and he tilted my ass up.

“You should see yourself,” he said. “All pink and slick, ready for me.”

I was past embarrassment. I moved my knees apart, opening myself for him, eager to feel his cock sliding into me. I hoped he wouldn’t make me wait any longer.

He drew the blunt head of his cock along my slit, using it to rub at my clit until I squirmed against him. He dipped into my entrance, just a bare millimeter inside, and then out again, and I gasped aloud from wanting him.