Captivating You (How to Marry a Billionaire #2)

Episode 49

EPISODE 49

UNINVITED GUEST

Sebastian

I nearly throw Heather from my shoulder onto the bed. Her bare tits bounce, her tank still around her upper chest and her denim miniskirt still around her waist. Her T and A are exposed, and as excited as I am to get inside her, I can’t help myself.

I spread her legs and dive into that luscious pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You taste like cherry pie.”

“Mmm... Told you I had something you could eat.”

I slide my tongue over her hot slit and grab her pussy lips between my teeth, tugging. I feel like an animal driven solely by lust.

“God, yes, Sebastian...” she breathes, her voice soft as air.

Heather’s thighs are shapely and muscular, and I kiss the soft flesh and then go back to her pussy. She grabs handfuls of my hair and pushes my head farther into her heat.

I tongue her clit, suck on it, and then return to her cunt—that sweet, wet cunt. I inhale her musky fragrance, taste her cherry juices, suck at her, eat her, devour her.

All while she moans above me, her eyes closed, her thighs in the air, until?—

I breach her with a finger.

Her eyes pop open and she shatters against my face. I lap up her cream like a tomcat finding milk in an alley—as if I’m starving and this is my first meal in weeks.

I move off the bed for a moment, discard my jeans and boxer briefs, and then quickly find a condom and sheath myself. In a flash I’m back on the bed, and my cock is sliding through Heather’s slick lips.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Sebastian.”

I enter her with one smooth thrust.

Fuck... If possible, she’s even tighter than the first time.

“Feels good,” Heather says on a sigh.

“That’s good, baby, because we’ve got all night.” I pull out and plunge back in.

We fuck hard. We fuck fast. I tug on a nipple as I continue to fuck her. I pull out quickly, flip her over, and slide doggy style back into her. We fuck like this for a few minutes, and then I pull out again. I lie down on my back. “Ride me,” I say. “Get on top of me and fuck me.”

She clambers on top of me, her spectacular tits in full view. I cup them, squeeze them, play with her succulent nipples. All while she sinks herself down onto my cock.

“Lean down, baby,” I say. “Lean down so I can suck those nipples.”

She obeys, and I take a nipple between my teeth and suck.

“Oh!” she squeals.

I suck harder, nibble on it, and then give it a swift tug.

“Yes!” she shouts. “My God, you’re incredible, Sebastian.”

I’d love to keep playing with her nipples—she’s so responsive—but I’m about ready to explode. I want her to come again, though, so I release her nipple and push her forward.

“Play with your clit, baby. Play with it while you fuck me. I want to watch you come.”

Her hand slides between her legs and she finds her clit. She closes her eyes, arches her back, and damn...I’m close.

“That’s it,” I say. “Come with me. Come with me.”

When her pussy pulses around my cock, my balls respond and I explode into her. Time loses itself for a moment, and every nerve in my body skitters to my dick as I empty myself into Heather.

A moment later, she collapses on top of me, our bodies still joined. I rub soothing circles onto her shoulder.

Moments later still, she rolls off me onto her back, her arm covering her eyes. “Wow.”

“You’re telling me,” I say. “I’m good, but that was two orgasms in a pretty damned short time. You bring out the beast in me, Heather.”

“I’d like to see more of that beast,” she says coyly. “I loved it when you spanked me. This has been amazing.”

“Indeed it has.” My stomach lets out a growl.

Heather giggles. “Yeah. We were going to eat, remember?”

“I know.”

“Too bad we missed our dinner.”

I rise, head into my bathroom, and return wearing a silk robe. “We didn’t miss anything. The kitchen is staffed twenty-four-seven. I’ll just call down and have something sent up. What would you like?”

“Wow.” Heather’s eyes widen. “I guess it’s too much to hope that we could have our swordfish.”

“I can ask.” I pad across the plush carpet into the sitting area where the intercom is and press the button for the kitchen.

“Yes, Mr. Tate. How may I help you?”

“Heather and I are hungry. What do you have that you can send up to my room?”

“Anything you want,” the staff member says, “but if you want it quick, we have dinner leftovers. Barbecued ribs and some sweet potato pie.”

“Sounds perfect. Two portions please.”

“It’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” I end the call and return to the bedroom where Heather still lies naked on the bed. “Food is coming. I hope you like ribs and sweet potato pie.”

“Love ribs,” she says. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had sweet potato pie.”

“It tastes a lot like pumpkin pie,” I say, “without some of the spices.”

“Sounds delish. I’m famished.”

“So am I.”

Heather moves from the bed and slides her Sebastian Tate tank top back over her rockin’ rack.

“A shame to cover those up,” I can’t help saying.

She tugs her skirt down over her hips.

“Even a bigger shame to cover up that piece of paradise.”

She smiles. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight. Even if we did miss our swordfish.”

“I’m glad. I know you were worried about June.”

“I was. Still am, I suppose. It seems like she’s fine. But I still don’t trust Misty.”

“Heather, I don’t think anyone here does.”

A knock sounds on the door, and I open it to find a young man with two domed plates of food. “Here you go, Mr. Tate. I neglected to ask what you wanted to drink.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “I have cold water and a stocked minibar.”

“Very well.”

I take both plates from him and set them on the small table in my sitting room. “Food’s here,” I call to Heather.

“Smells amazing,” she says, looking lovely and “just fucked...twice” as she enters the sitting room.

“Have a seat.” I gesture to the wingback chair on the other side of the small table and lift her dome.

She sets a napkin in her lap and then picks up a rib and takes a bite. “Mmm,” she says with her mouth full. “Delicious.”

We make quick work of the food and Heather excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She returns with her hair freshly brushed and her face scrubbed clean of makeup.

“Wow,” I say. “You look even more beautiful.”

Her cheeks redden. “Thank you. And thank you again for tonight. I’ll go back to my room now.”

I’m tempted to invite her to stay the night, but it’s too soon for that. We’ve fucked twice, and we’re clearly more than sexually compatible. I like her, too. And of course she’s hot as all get out with that tight little body, that blue-tipped hair, and that sexy-as-fuck tattoo.

I stand. “I’ll take you to your room.”

We take the stairwell up to the women’s suites on the third floor. Heather leads me to her door and stands on her toes to brush her lips against mine.

“Thanks again,” she says. “I hope we’ll see more of each other.”

“You can count on that.” I smile.

She opens her door and walks in?—

“What are you doing here?” she gasps.

I follow her in.

Misty Holmes lies on the couch in Heather’s sitting area. What the fuck?

She pulls herself into a sitting position and wipes tears from her eyes. “Heather, I’m so glad you’re back.”

“How exactly did you get in here?” I demand.

“I’d like to know that myself,” Heather agrees.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Uh...how about your own room?” I say. “And you haven’t answered how you got into Heather’s suite in the first place.”

“Evangeline let me in.”

“What?” I grit out.

“Don’t blame her. I told her Heather said it was okay.”

“Why would you say that?” Heather demands.

“I just didn’t want to be alone, Heather, and out of all the women still here, I felt like you would be the most understanding.”

I hold back a look of surprise. Has Heather been keeping something from me? She was worried about June earlier because of Misty. Surely she and Misty can’t be close.

“We hardly know each other, Misty,” Heather says.

“I know, but I don’t know what to do.” Misty sniffles. “River... He wants me to leave. He said I need to be gone by the time he gets back. So you see, I couldn’t stay in my room. He’ll kick me off the island if he finds me.”

“What the hell did you to do him?” I demand.

“Nothing,” Misty whimpers. “It’s what he did to me .”