Enticing You (How to Marry a Billionaire #1)

Episode 32

EPISODE 32

ROCK AND ROLL IN THE HAY

Sebastian

River’s gaze darkens when I say Shelley’s name. I open my mouth to elaborate, but Evangeline waves at me.

“Sebastian, June is waiting for you below deck,” she says.

Right. June, with her pussy looking like it went through the bedazzler my kid sister used to decorate her plain blue jeans.

Good thing pussies are off limits for this little exercise. I’d hate to end up with rhinestones stuck to my tongue.

“We’ll talk later,” I say to Riv. Then I head down the narrow stairwell that leads to the two bedrooms.

Through the first door, I can hear Alex’s low voice. Lucky him. He’s with Heather, who’s pussy hasn’t been bejeweled. Why do women think that looks good? Don’t they know that men love the natural look? Natural meaning no jewels. Getting rid of all the hair is pretty damned hot, though.

The second door is cracked, and I open it. June is sprawled on the bed, which is covered in an emerald-green duvet. June’s pussy sparkles under the artificial light. She’s gorgeous, no doubt, with her oval face, high cheekbones, deep-set blue eyes, and brown hair pulled into a high ponytail. Then there’s her lingerie-modeling body—tits just large enough, a flat belly, and long sultry legs.

I’ve already lost my trunks, and just looking at her has my cock at half-mast. I tug the band out of my hair and let it fall over my shoulders. Women seem to love that.

June widens her blue eyes.

“Now you,” I say, my voice low. “Let that hair down, June.”

She slides into a sitting position and pulls the scrunchie out of her hair, threading her fingers through it until it bounces around her shoulders and falls down her back. Then she crawls onto all fours, her firm ass in the air.

I can’t touch her pussy…but no rule says I can’t touch her ass, does it? What did Brett say? We can’t touch them between their legs? I suppose I should stay away from her sweet little hole, but I can have some fun with those delicious ass cheeks.

But first…I need to find out whether she likes to be spanked. If she doesn’t, it won’t make her come.

I walk the few steps to the bed and trail one hand over her rosy cheeks. “Fuck, your skin is like silk.”

“Yours is perfect.” She licks her bottom lip.

I’m fully erect now. Call me an egomaniac—all rock stars are, to a certain extent—but a woman telling me she likes what she sees always turns me on.

I squeeze her flesh. “Tell me, June. What gets you hot?”

She closes her eyes a moment, her long lashes a delicate fringe on her cheeks. “Mmm. You do, Sebastian Tate. I’m a huge fan.”

Point two in her favor. Not a groupie but a fan. Nice.

And she’s hotter than the blazing sun. Maybe I can get past the rhinestones glued to her pussy.

I slide my hand from her ass, up her back, grab a handful of her thick hair, and yank, forcing her neck to stretch. Then I lean down, scrape my teeth over her ear lobe. “Do you like to be spanked, beautiful?”

“God, yes…”

“How hard do you like it?”

“As hard as you like it.”

I let go of her hair, trail my hand back down to her ass, and give her a quick slap.

“Oh!” she gasps.

“Hard enough, sugar? Or do you want more?”

She turns her head, tilting it just slightly, and her blue eyes are narrowed, her lips parted. “More,” she nearly growls.

I smack her ass again, this time stinging my hand. “Hard enough?”

“More, Sebastian. More.”

I glide my fingertips up her back again. “What else makes you hot, June? Tell me. Do you want those pretty nipples sucked? Do you want me to kiss your whole body?”

“Nipples, yes. Hard. Bite them. And spank me some more, Sebastian. Spank my pussy.”

I push her hair out of the way and nibble on the outer shell of her ear. “Sorry, sugar. Can’t touch the pussy. It’s against the rules.”

“Only if we get caught.” She winks.

“I’m a man of honor, babe. Can’t do it.” And I don’t want to get near those sparkles. If June and I are going to have any chance at all, she’s going to have to dump the pussy dazzles.

She rolls off all fours and onto her back, her luscious tits on full display. Her nipples are hard and a gorgeous pinkish brown. I cup one breast, finger the nipple on the other.

She arches her back, moans softly.

I begin gently, grazing my fingers over her nipple, and then I take the other between my lips, lick it, spread kisses over it.

“Mmm… More,” she sighs.

I suck the nipple harder, nibbling on it, and then biting.

“God, yes,” she moans.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I growl against her tit. “I want to make you so hot.”

“I already am. I just want… I just need…”

“What? What do you need?”

“Touch me. Please. My pussy.”

I pinch her other nipple hard. “You’re a bad girl, June. You want what you can’t have.”

“Please…”

“Get back up on your hands and knees,” I command.

She rolls over obediently, that delectable ass in the air once more.

Slap!

My hand comes down on her firm flesh.

I move my other hand to her breast that’s hanging down, the nipple turgid and wanting. I tug on it, and?—

Slap!

Tug.

Slap!

Tug.

“Is your pussy getting wet, baby?” I demand. “Tell me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“So hot,” she moans. “I’m so hot. My pussy…please. I need your cock in my pussy.”

I slap her ass harder. “That’s what you get when you beg for what you can’t have, June.” I gently pull her legs downward so she’s lying face down, her ass still exposed.

I groan. Her ass is so red. So delectable. The perfect ass to fuck.

I give her another hard smack.

“Sebastian…”

“Grind into the bed, June. With each slap to your ass, I want you to grind against the covers.”

Slap!

She undulates, moving with the rhythm of her clit and her pussy.

“Now take one hand,” I say. “Bring it underneath your body and play with your hard little nipple. Do it.”

She sighs and pulls her right hand up and under. I can’t see what she’s doing, but from the delicious moans coming from her throat, I can tell she’s pinching herself.

“Good,” I say. “Nicely done. Keep playing with that nipple, June, and every time I smack this spectacular ass, I want you to grind your pussy against the bed. I don’t care how wet you get the covers. In fact, get them soaked. I want your pussy cream all over the bed if I can’t have it all over my face and my cock.”

I bring my hand down on her ass once more, and yes…

It happens.

She gyrates on the bed, and she shatters, rolling onto her back, her eyes closed, her pussy glistening…and not from the rhinestones.

I slide my hand over my hard cock, gripping myself. Once I’m under control, I caress her tits, her belly. “How was your orgasm, sugar?”

“I can’t believe it,” she says, her eyes still closed. “I didn’t think I could do it. I’ve never… Mmm…”

I lean down and brush my lips over hers.

I gave her a climax and I didn’t even kiss her.

Those beautiful full lips she has, and I didn’t taste them.

“Kiss me,” I say. “Kiss me and imagine the flavor of your pussy on my lips.”

I nudge my tongue into her mouth.

A soft sigh escapes her. We kiss for only a few minutes until I pull back.

“Kiss me some more,” she says softly. “No one else needs the room. We went second.”

“True.” I give her a peck on her cheek and then on her slender neck. “But the day is still young. We’ve got much more to do.” I stand.

She pulls at my arm. “Don’t go. Not yet.” She smiles. “I have something to tell you.”

“Do you?” I sit back down beside her.

“Yes.” She pulls me closer. “Did I ever tell you that Misty and I had a threesome with an NBA player once?”

She didn’t, but River did. June told him last night. I shake my head. “I didn’t realize you and Misty were friends.”

“We’re not. Not really.” She closes her eyes, her body still flushed. Clearly still in orgasmic bliss. “We run into each other from time to time.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“What I remember of it.” She breathes in deeply, lets it out with a whoosh.

Her words put me on alert. What she remembers of it? There's a story there.

“But I learned something interesting about Misty Holmes," she continues. "Something really interesting.”

“What's that?” I ask.

She opens her mouth, but then someone pounds on the door.

“We’re returning to the dock,” a male voice says. “We’ve got a medical emergency.”