Captivating You (How to Marry a Billionaire #2)

Episode 46

EPISODE 46

SEX ON THE BEACH

Emily

I’m so excited anticipating a fuck with River. Sebastian’s hot, no doubt, but River...

Today, on the catamaran, when I was hoping I’d be paired with someone for the afternoon delight, River’s ruggedly handsome face is the image that popped into my head. It took me by surprise, since I’d just been ogling Alex and his slightly nerdy hotness. Of course, then he refused to lose his trunks when I asked.

Or rather, I demanded. Unbecoming, and I won’t do anything like that again. It’s not me, really. I’m not afraid to go after what I want, but curbing my bluntness may be advisable in some situations.

I honestly haven’t really thought much about River. But when I wasn’t as angry with Ariel as she thought I’d be when she chose Sebastian for her lunch date, I figured there must have been a reason.

I believe that reason is now dragging me out of the courtyard and onto the beach.

His words sing in my mind—his low timbre with a slight rasp, his dark eyes, his brooding countenance.

You want to go fuck on the beach?

When we reach the sand, we kick off our shoes. I’m wearing only a satin robe, and River looks scrumptious in dark jeans and a simple black button-down. What is it about a man in black? It adds a layer of mystery to the already sexy cowboy...and I can’t wait to get started. We walk toward the ocean, the moonlight guiding us. My nipples are hard and ready, and I’m hot and wet between my legs.

When we reach the water, River turns to me, his dark gaze blazing. “You still want to do this?”

“Absolutely,” I say without even a slight hesitation.

Do I think River and I could have a future? How can we? My life is in New York, his in Montana. Neither of us can do our jobs anywhere else.

But my interlude with Zion this afternoon—we didn’t fuck, just some oral—taught me something.

Perhaps I’m not looking for love. I'm here for a reason, and not just to catch a billionaire. But I do want some male attention. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten any. Not because no one was interested, but because I’ve been especially intent on building my career since moving to New York. British fashion is one thing, but to make it in American fashion, I need to be at the top of my game. I haven’t taken a lot of time for extracurricular fun.

All that said...if I fall in love with a billionaire and the feeling is mutual, I’ll find some way to make it all work.

But that’s—as my mum used to say—putting the kettle on before you’ve caught the rabbit.

“Be sure,” River says, “because I need to fuck, Emily. And I need to fuck hard.”

My skin ripples with electric current. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Thank God,” he says, reaching for my cheek and stroking it, “because you’re beautiful, Emily. And you’re also hot as hell. I’ve had my eye on you since yesterday.”

I can’t help raising my eyebrows. “You have? You seemed very taken with Rachel.”

“I was, but you were the first woman I noticed. Then Seb got hold of you, and?—”

I touch his lips to quiet him. “Forget Sebastian, River. I have. If you want to talk about anything”—Rachel’s image spears into my mind—“we can do that later and I’ll do so willingly. Right now I want to give you what you need.” I pause, gazing into his dark eyes. “What ever you need.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and then he crushes his lips to mine.

My own lips are already parted, and he dives right in with his tongue. It’s not the kiss of a quiet cowboy. It’s a raw kiss of someone who needs to bury emotion, bury aggression...and I’ll be his eager vessel.

For a moment, I wonder if others are on the beach, if others can see us...

Then I don’t care. We could be alone on earth or right in the middle of a crowd of people and nothing would matter except this soul-searing kiss.

River slides the silky fabric over my shoulders and then deftly unties the sash. The robe hits the sand with no sound. My nakedness seems natural in the moonlight, and I want to see River in his glory, the silvery light glowing on his flesh.

I reach upward and begin unbuttoning his shirt, but as our kiss deepens, frustration takes hold of me and I push at him, breaking the kiss.

“You okay?” he gasps out.

“Fine, actually, but—” I grip both sides of his black cotton shirt and pull them apart, the small buttons flying onto the sand. Then I push the fabric off his shoulders.

And I gape at his chest.

Sure, I saw it this afternoon on the boat, and he was spectacular indeed, but now, in the starlight, he’s a fucking god.

I suck in a breath. “You’re magnificent.”

“You’re one to talk.” He shoves his hand inside his jeans pocket, pulls out a condom, and hands it to me. Then he unzips and sheds the pants, stepping out of them, his cock hard and ready.

Again, I gape. His thighs are muscled and corded, his hips just slim enough, and his abs... God, his abs.

But all of that pales in comparison to his cock. Long, thick, and perfect, it’s engorged and ready.

And so am I.

He cups my breasts, holding them gently at first, but then he squeezes and moves his fingers to my nipples. A spark jolts between my legs when he tugs on one and then the other.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He leans down, slides one between his full, firm lips.

Tingles race from my nipple straight to my pussy, and my clit begins to pulse.

How? How is that happening? All he’s doing is sucking my nipple.

But he continues, and I arch toward him, ready to climb into his arms and impale myself on that beautiful cock.

As if he’s reading my mind, he drops the nipple and sears me with his gaze. “Another time, I’d worship your beautiful body the way you deserve, but I need to be inside you, Emily.” He tumbles down into the sand and pulls me on top of him.

I tear open the condom, roll it onto him, straddle him, and sink down.

My eyes flutter closed as I relish the fullness, the completeness.

This is what I wanted with Sebastian last night, but now I’m glad that didn’t happen. I’m equally glad I didn’t let Zion fuck me earlier.

I feel like this is it. River is it. We may not end up together, but this was supposed to be my first fuck on the island, and it’s bloody perfect.

“Damn,” River growls. “You’re so tight, Emily. God, you feel good.” He grips my hips and takes the lead, pulling me off him until his cockhead tickles my pussy lips. An instant later, he pushes me down, and I sink onto him even farther this time.

I rotate my hips and grind onto him, letting every inch of his cock feel every inch of me. His low groans fuel me, and I take the lead, moving his hands from my hips to my breasts. “Play with my nipples, River. Play with my nipples while I fuck you.”

I close my eyes, undulate on him, finding his rhythm and moving with it as he tugs and twists on my nipples, sending me grappling and clawing toward a climax.

My knees sink into the sand, and I brace my arms on his hard chest as I continue pistoning, pounding onto him harder, harder, harder...

His black bush tickles my clit each time I sink onto him, and I rise higher, higher, higher...

Until—

“Yes!” I cry out when he twists my nipples just as my clit hits his pubic bone. The orgasm hits me with the force of a hurricane. I arch my back and look up to the stars as I keep him embedded inside me, my pussy clenching around him.

In my mind I’m flying. Soaring to the sky as my whole body quivers. The climax rides its way up my belly, my back, and works its way down to my thighs, leaving them numb yet warm.

River continues playing with my nipples, and when I feel the ecstasy waning, I slide one hand to my clit and give it a pull.

I glide into nirvana once more, moaning, swirling through the stars, until I finally let myself come down.

When I open my eyes, River is staring at me.

“My God. You’re beautiful when you come.” But in the next second, his serene stare turns to a feral glare when he grips my hips and takes over, pulling me up and then pushing me back down. Faster he goes, and then faster, faster, and faster still, groaning, growling, almost snarling.

Until—

“Fuck yes,” he grits out.

He’s embedded inside me once more, and this time it’s his climax I feel, and while it doesn’t slide up my spine the way my own did, it’s no less exhilarating.

His eyes stay closed for a moment, and when the pulsing of his cock slows down, he opens them. “Damn, Emily. You’re even more amazing than I thought you’d be.”

I lean down, letting my breasts slide across his chest, and kiss him lightly on his lips. “I hope you got what you were searching for,” I say softly.

“Oh, Emily,” he growls. “I did. I got that, and so much more.”