Captivating You (How to Marry a Billionaire #2)

Episode 53

EPISODE 53

PASSION FRUIT UNLEASHED

Sienna

August returns with my passion fruit gelato and gives me a sly smile before he excuses himself.

Old wallflower Sienna would be embarrassed, but the Sienna who’s gunning for her fourth orgasm today doesn’t even blink.

Brett is gazing at me, smiling.

I look down at the three small scoops of sunny-yellow gelato.

“You going to taste it?” he asks.

“Absolutely.”

I push the dish of gelato across the table so it’s sitting in front of Brett, and then I stand, adjusting the metal-mesh skirt around my thighs. I saunter to Brett and straddle him, unbuttoning his shirt and parting the two halves to expose his muscled chest. Then I ease off his bulge and undo his jeans.

“Uh...if your plan is to lick the gelato off my cock, I’m not sure it will have the effect you’re intending.”

I chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

“Surely you know what cold does to a man.”

“Oh, yeah. I do. Leroy used to laugh that he needed a string to pull it back out after his coach made the team do cold plunges after practice.”

“Leroy?”

“My ex.”

“Ah...the ex you didn’t want to tell me about.”

Shit. He’s right. I did say that earlier, and he said my wounds seemed to still be fresh.

What if they are? Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. Certainly doesn’t mean I can’t have that fourth orgasm.

“Leroy Robinson,” I say. “And yes, before you ask, yes, the Leroy Robinson who played for the NFL.”

“Damn. He was a hell of a football player.”

“Not such a great boyfriend, though.”

“You want to tell me what happened?”

“Not even a little bit.” I continue to work his jeans.

“You’re still going for it, huh?”

“Unless you tell me not to.” I reach inside and pull out his cock.

“Fuck.” He closes his eyes. “I’ll never tell you not to. Just remember that?—”

“Sex is off the table. Got it.”

Then I stare. Simply stare at the gorgeous cock in front of me. He’s not as big as Alex or Leroy, but his girth is impressive and he has one purple vein that marbles over the flesh. I want to trace it with my tongue.

I move off his lap, grab the dish of gelato, and then kneel between his legs.

“I’m warning you...” he says, his eyes still closed.

“Don’t worry. If the cat decides to hide, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to coax him back out again.”

His eyes dart open and he smiles. “Do not ever refer to my junk as a cat, Sienna. I’m a dog person.”

I return his smile. “Duly noted.” I slide my tongue over the head of his cock.

He tilts his head back and closes his eyes again.

Giving head has never been my strength, but I watched Emily give Zion a hell of a blow job this afternoon. I took a few lessons from her, and based on the way she made Zion groan while he was licking my pussy, I’m anxious to put my education to work.

First, she made a lot of noise. Sucking sounds. Zion seemed to love that.

So I slurp Brett’s cock as I suck on his head.

Second, she spit on it. Honestly, I thought only porn stars did that, but Emily did it, and Zion went wild.

And third, she used her hand. She didn’t try to deepthroat him. With her fist and adequate lubrication, she got him to the brink without gagging.

The only question is... Do I do that now? Or do I start with the gelato?

The evening is warm, and my dessert is already beginning to glisten as it melts.

Okay. Gelato it is.

“You ready?” I ask Brett.

“For whatever you’ve got in mind, yes,” he says, opening his eyes and meeting my gaze.

His blue eyes are like wildfire in the silver moonlight. Already I feel myself burning all over.

I twirl my finger in the gelato and then slather it over his dick.

He shudders, closing his eyes. “Cold.”

“It won’t be for long.” I lick the passion fruit goodness off his cock head, swirling my tongue as I go. Mmm. It’s sweet like a mango and tart like a Meyer lemon all at once. Delicious. I swirl some more, this time covering his shaft, and then I take him into my mouth.

His cock isn’t quite as rigid as it was, but he hasn’t lost his erection. Once my lips are halfway down his length, he goes hard again.

Nice.

He’s responsive to me, and nothing gets me hotter than when a man likes what I’m doing to him.

Already my pussy is throbbing. I pull off his cock, suck lightly on the head, and then spit to increase the lubrication.

And...as hot as it was when Emily did it, I decide spitting isn’t my thing. I add my hand, slide it down Brett’s shaft to the base, and follow the movement with my lips.

“Fuck, yeah...” he growls. He moves his head forward and meets my gaze. “You’re hot as hell, Sienna.”

I keep my eyes trained on his for as long as my neck can take it, and then I slide down his cock with my hand and lips once more.

Already I can feel him begin to pulse, so I pull off him and nibble at his cock head as I meet his blue eyes again.

My pussy is wet and ready, and I take my other hand and slide it between my legs. If he’s going to come, so am I.

Brett finally leans his head back and closes his eyes, letting himself go.

I keep mine open, focusing on sucking him, all while I play with my clit, smoothing my fingers through my own wetness.

“God, yes, Sienna. So good.”

Brett’s words fuel me, and I go faster, deeper, finally removing my hand from his shaft and taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

And I enjoy the hell out of it.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Deepthroat me. Just like that.”

Brett slides his hands into my hair and pushes me gently in rhythm with my movements. I return my hand to his length to keep control, and he groans louder and deeper.

And I work my clit harder and faster.

I want that fourth orgasm, but even more so, I want Brett’s first.

Faster, faster, faster...

“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll come...”

Okay with me.

I can’t say the words with my mouth full of cock, though.

Then it dawns on me. He’s asking permission to come in my mouth. Do I stop blowing him and tell him it’s okay? Or do I give him my answer by not stopping?

Too much thinking.

Too fucking much thinking.

I work that clit.

I work that cock.

And he begins to pulse, he grabs my head and pushes me down onto him. As my fist hits his base, he spurts into my mouth, his come trickling down my throat?—

My own climax shoots through me, my nipples straining against the metal mesh, and my thighs quivering as sparks shoot from my pussy outward, making my body tingle.

Slowly I ease off Brett’s cock, lay my head in his lap, and enjoy the remnants of my orgasm. A wave of nirvana sweeps into me as the breeze drifts over me, sweeping my hair into my eyes.

Brett pushes it away and grips my shoulders, bringing me onto his lap.

“That was phenomenal,” he says, cupping my cheek, “especially the part where we came together.”

I answer with a soft sigh.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“For letting me come in your mouth. It was so hot, Sienna.”

“It was.” I smile. “And the gelato didn’t have the effect you thought it would have.”

“Not when your hot little mouth was all over me. How could it?” He brushes his lips over mine.

I look over my shoulder. The gelato is mostly melted now, but there are a few clumps left. I grab the dish and spoon. “You’ve got to at least taste this.” I feed him a spoonful.

“Delicious.” He licks his lips. “But it’s got nothing on that feast between your legs.”

My cheeks warm as I take a spoon of the melted gelato. “It is delicious, but it tasted much better on you.” I place the dish back on the table.

Brett pulls me close, and we kiss—a gentle kiss this time, but a passionate one. Our lips slide together until?—

A throat clears.

We break the kiss, and I look up to see August standing beside the table.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Dawson, but there’s a phone call for Ms. Costello back at the house. He says it’s urgent.”

“He?” I ask.

“A Mr. Robinson. Leroy Robinson.”

How did he get this number? I only left it with one person—my mother. Of course, she adored Leroy. If he called her, she probably gave it to him. “ He can wait all night for all I care.”

“You sure?” Brett asks.

I bite my lower lip. Leroy and I haven’t had any contact since the day I left. Perhaps it truly is urgent.

“All right.” I scramble off Brett’s lap and adjust the metal mesh around my thighs.

“I should check in with the guys, anyway,” Brett says. “I need to talk to River especially.”

“Why?” I ask.

But Brett doesn’t answer.