Her Brother’s Billionaire Best Friend (Her Billionaire #1)

Chapter TEN

(Charlotte)

Though I had a strong feeling that we’d already begun, I was practically jumping out of my skin. He’d touched me, but not enough. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted him frenzied with his need for me.

He gripped me around my waist and boosted me up on the counter behind the bar. Without a word, he pulled down the straps of my tank top to bare my breasts, then bent his head to leave sucking kisses along my neck and shoulder before traveling lower. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples in maddeningly slow, featherlight circles. He held me like a precious object, with gentleness that made me restless.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured against the hollow above my collarbone. “I can’t remember if I told you before.”

“You’re telling me now. That’s good enough.” I paused and added, “And I know, right? Really won the genetic lottery.”

He chuckled. “And you’re so modest.”

“You don’t want me to be modest, though.” I gasped as he caught one nipple between his lips.

He released my flesh briefly to say, “You’re right. I want you to be as immodest as you possibly can.”

I dropped my head back as he returned his attention to my nipple. His tongue tapped and circled, his mouth sucked, until the rosy peak stiffened and glistened with his saliva. Then he repeated the action on the other side. It seemed like he could happily spend the entire night focusing on my chest, and the overwhelming sensation made me content to let him. His hands slid up my back, cradling me, and I arched into his touch, satisfied that he wouldn’t drop me.

He made an appreciative noise against my skin, rubbed his stubbled cheek over the curve of one breast. “Absolute perfection.”

Liar. Or, he had terrible eyesight. One of my boobs was definitely bigger than the other.

There wasn’t any reason to think about that, not with him worshipping my body the way he was. It would be counterproductive to second-guess myself, and I didn’t want to ruin this night, this chance to ethically live out my fantasy.

Because that was the thing about wanting to be watched, about wanting to get caught. One couldn’t assume that the person catching them would be into it, and I was uncomfortable using other people as nonconsensual sex props. Even the idea that someone had been listening to us the night before gave me massive heaps of guilt, despite how much the audience seemed to enjoy the performance.

Matt reached for the button on my cherry-red denim shorts and said, “Let’s get these off.”

I lifted my hips and wriggled both the shorts and panties down, kicking them away.

“This pussy,” he breathed reverently, “is the only thing I’ve thought of all day long.”

He trailed kisses down my stomach, veering over to my hip, then down my thigh.

No urgency to dive in, just gentle, teasing kisses in every spot but the one that begged for his touch.

“You’re wet,” he observed, barely flicking his finger across my labia. “I don’t even have to feel. I can see it.”

I shuddered at his words and his insufficient touch. I’d been dripping wet since I’d seen him waiting for me on the sidewalk, and all the small talk had done nothing to reduce my enthusiasm. If I’d kept my panties on, he would have seen that they were wet through with evidence of my arousal.

“And look at this…” He tapped my straining clitoris with his index finger. “So eager. What do you want me to do?”

I grabbed his hand and held it where it was, using my own finger to guide his back and forth over the tight bundle of nerves. I let out a long moan as he took the lead, never deviating from the pattern I’d shown him, a pattern that would bring me the same relief I got from my own hands.

The same relief I’d gotten several times during the day, darting off to make myself come to the memory of his mouth on me in that supply closet. Being around Matthew Ashe turned my body into a machine driven by sexual need, and every orgasm added to that need, rather than relieving it.

He stopped suddenly and said, “I almost forgot,” before pulling me down from the bar. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders for support, but I didn’t need to; he carried me to a chair that had been strategically placed in front of the access stairs.

That would be where my stranger would find us. Goose bumps broke out over my skin. Matt stripped off his clothes, revealing his ridiculously cut physique. I made a mental note to run my tongue down the ridges of muscle that dropped from his hips to point straight down to his cock. I’d been so distracted by his size the night before, I hadn’t noticed much else about his body. Now, my mouth went dry trying to take all of it in. Dark hair dusted his chest before narrowing to a line that almost reached his belly button—or maybe it did reach it; it was difficult to tell when his erection reached the same location. I knew his shoulders were broad, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to cling to them while he pounded into me; I would have to add that to my list of things I wanted to do with him.

“Come sit on my lap,” he ordered, taking a seat in the chair. When I moved to straddle his thighs, positioning myself right over the head of his cock, he stopped me. “I didn’t say you could get on it, yet. I wasn’t done playing with this.”

A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped me as his fingers plunged into my pussy from behind. He removed his hand and pulled me down, trapping his big, thick erection against my back.

With my thighs open, legs dangling over his, there was no doubt that whoever came up the stairs would see my pussy spread wide, and his finger on my clit. There would be no sneaky way to disguise what we were doing.

“Anyone could come up those stairs and see us,” Matt whispered in my ear. “There’s not a damn thing you could do about it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, imagining right along with his words.

“And I wouldn’t stop,” he warned. “I would keep you like this. Exposed. I would make you come in front of whoever it was. They would see you at your most vulnerable, at your most private moment. They would see your pussy clenching and dripping. They would know exactly what was happening to your body as you were helpless to control yourself.”

I opened my eyes, and there he was. The stranger stopped still, halfway down the steps, frozen at the sight of my naked body writhing as I approached my climax.

He was tall and lean, with tousled, sandy blonde hair and a surfer’s tan. He wore the polo and shorts some of the resort staff wore, and his square jaw dropped in such shock that I was almost convinced that an actual hotel employee blundered into our sex plan.

“Like what you see?” Matt called down, and the man nodded, transfixed. “You can watch and jerk off, if you want.”

I was too close to coming to care if the stranger was Matt’s friend or not.

“I’m sure you have a good view,” Matt went on. “Maybe you can even hear how wet her pussy is from all the way down there. Can you?”

The stranger wet his lips but shook his head.

“Then come closer.” Matt pushed two fingers into me and pumped them to make an embarrassing, exaggerated squelching sound.

The stranger walked up the steps as if in a trance, unzipping his pants to take out a gorgeous, semihard cock. It wasn’t as big as Matt’s, but god it was pretty, with a beautiful curve. It would feel incredible in me, I could already tell.

“Why don’t you come for our guest?” Matt whispered in my ear.

I didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter; he returned his fingers to my clit, and my own juices on his finger made the delicious slide all the more intense. I moaned aloud with every breath, only exaggerating slightly. My gaze fixed on the stranger’s hand slowly pumping up and down his cock, the foreskin nudging back on each stroke to reveal a deep pink head. When I glanced up at his face, I noted exactly where his attention was centered, on my wet and wanting flesh.

I tossed my head back and arched my body, muscles tightening as I sped toward the edge. “Yes,” I hissed against Matt’s neck. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”

Which was the wrong thing to say, because it made him stop. He pushed his fingers back into my pussy, then withdrew and made a show of sucking them clean. “She tastes as good as she looks,” he told the stranger. “Do you want some? She’s right on the edge. You could make her come.”

The stranger unlatched the gate and approached us, hand still on his cock.

“Well. Go on,” Matt ordered, opening his legs slightly to spread my thighs wider. The stranger dropped to his knees.

It was happening. Oh god, it was happening. I was having sex with a stranger. I was caught in the act, and this man was going to take advantage of that. And Matt had offered me to him, like a plaything.

A logical part of my brain reminded me that Matt had, in reality, done exactly that. He’d somehow arranged this, by offering the chance to this stranger. No matter how much planning and forethought had gone into it, this whole evening was about me being used by these two men.

Getting caught wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to be completely debased.

The stranger placed his hands on my inner thighs and dove in, feasting on my cunt like a starving man. He plunged his tongue inside me with a noise of satisfaction, fucked me with his mouth while I desperately tried to move my clit closer. I needed that stimulation, needed to come so badly I cried out and begged him, begged a total stranger, “Please make me come!”

When I reached for the stranger’s head in a mindless attempt to guide him, Matt slipped his arms beneath mine and pulled them back. I struggled against him, gasping.

The stranger traced his tongue up one edge of my inner labia, almost to my clit, then retreated to repeat the action on the other side. And he did that, alternating his attentions between the two sensitive—but not sensitive enough—petals, poking between them and into the creases behind, so that no part of them remained untended.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I need to come so bad.”

“You need to learn to be patient,” Matt whispered against my ear. “You need to learn that instant gratification pales in comparison to what’s happening to you now.”

“Fuck patience!” I snapped at him, and the stranger laughed.

“I should teach you a lesson,” Matt went on. “I should tie you to my bed and keep you at the most heightened state of arousal for hours. Hours, Charlotte. Can you imagine? Do you think you could take it?”

“No,” I wailed.

“There are so many ways I could do it,” he threatened, but I lost focus on his words as the stranger used the flat of his tongue to lick from the bottom of my opening up and up, stopping again before he touched the part that needed it. I picked out key words, like, “vibrator in your cunt and in your ass,” and “until your voice is completely gone.”

I would have agreed to all of it if he promised to let me come right now, first.

“I think you’ve waited long enough,” the stranger said, and finally, finally circled my clit with his tongue. It took almost no pressure and the slightest movement before I lost control. My thighs trembled around the stranger’s head, and I arched my back with a scream of pleasure that would probably have someone calling the cops about a murder. He sucked my clit and my world burst apart, leaving me adrift in a void of pleasure that seemed never-ending. As soon as one orgasm ended, another was ready to crest. And I was still trapped, unable to escape the onslaught of sensation.

“Do you want to fuck her?” Matt asked.

“Please!” I cried out.

“Do you want to fuck her?” Matt asked again, and when the stranger nodded, Matt set me on my feet. I could barely stay upright, but he ordered, “hands and knees.”

On my hands and knees, on the slate tile? It sounded uncomfortable and humiliating.

I dropped to the floor immediately.

I heard a condom wrapper opening. The stranger’s hands rested on my hips and my eyelids fluttered closed in anticipation. They flew open again at the touch of Matt’s cock against my lips. I opened my mouth to take him in, but the stranger plunged into my cunt so fast, a stuttered gasp interrupted me. There was no delicate, diabolical teasing like Matt had subjected me to the night before. No games and certainly no regard for my pleasure, as I was there to please them.

The stranger’s cock was brutally hard as he slammed into me, fast and desperate. I tried my best to suck Matt’s cock, but my rational mind worried that one of those bone-juddering thrusts would make my jaw inadvertently close and I would bite him.

Not the way I wanted this little interlude to end.

The stranger drove deep, his body stiffening behind me, his cock twitching and throbbing against the walls of my battered, swollen cunt. He sagged over me, droplets of his sweat falling cold onto my back.

Matt pulled out of my mouth, breathing hard. “That’s the best you could do?”

“Sorry. She’s just so hot,” the stranger said with a laugh.

“Get up,” Matt told me as the stranger withdrew from my body. “Go sit in that chair. Put your legs over the arms.”

Numb, I rose and wobbled my way to the seating area by the bar. The guys spoke to each other in low tones, but all I could hear was my own pulse and heavy breathing. That had happened. It had actually happened.

I dropped into the big square armchair and did exactly what I’d been instructed to do, which had the effect of once again exposing my cunt. Matt took a seat across from me on the sofa, stroking his cock. The stranger knelt in front of him and took Matt into his mouth with a skill that was obviously more honed than mine; Matt groaned and dropped his head back, breaths coming faster and faster.

“Touch your pussy for me,” he commanded. “I want to watch you while he sucks my cock.”

My body was still on fire, and my clit cried out for more stimulation despite being insanely overstimulated. I’d never had the chance to see something so intimate between two men—porn didn’t count. Watching Matt enjoy the ministrations of a tongue and mouth I already knew the impressive skills of made me come almost immediately. My body spasmed, contorted as it was in my ridiculous position, and my back strained.

I hoped I would be able to walk the next day.

“I’m close,” Matt warned the stranger, and he wasn’t kidding; his hips came up off the sofa, pumping in rhythm with the stranger’s fist, which had replaced his mouth just in time. Long ropes of cum splashed up Matt’s belly and chest as a guttural groan cut off in his throat. The stranger kept up the pace until Matt’s cock stopped squirting and jerking and Matt pushed his hand away.

In the silence that followed, I didn’t know how to react. I’d had one of my most secret fantasies played out for me, arranged by the man who gave me an exhausted grin and a thumbs-up.

The stranger stood and rearranged his clothes; I hadn’t realized that he’d kept the suit on the entire time. I got a dirty shiver from that.

“I should go,” he said, climbing to his feet. He mumbled a thank-you to me and hurried away from us, back out the gate.

True to my fantasy, neither Matt nor the stranger had told me his name. If I so chose, I might never know. I could indulge in a new fantasy: that the stranger wasn’t someone Matt had arranged, just a stranger who’d blundered into the weirdest night of his life.

And the hottest night of mine.