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

Chapter FOURTEEN

(Matthew)

I stepped back to give her space. I’d pushed a boundary I shouldn’t have. I knew from experience that she didn’t want to kiss me. Alcohol had made me assume the situation had changed. But while I was drunk and sentimental, she was sober and the same person she’d been the other times we’d hooked up.

“What kind of a game?” I asked as she backed toward the low wooden bench that protruded from the wall.

She pulled down the detachable shower head and pushed the lever to turn it on. The water from the overhead faucet didn’t stop. The pressure wasn’t even affected.

Whoever designed the plumbing was getting some kind of retroactive raise for that.

“You know what I’ve always wanted to see?” she asked, sitting down with her knees closed and slanted demurely to the side, ankles crossed.

“What’s that?” I knew what I wanted to see, but she kept her damn legs shut.

“I’ve never had the chance to watch a guy jerk off.”

An interesting request from someone who’d presumably come over for intercourse, but I bit. “Is that so?”

She lifted the shower head and directed the spray over her hair, the water dousing it a dim copper brown. The overhead lights illuminated the water running down her body into glittering vines that twisted their way down her breasts, her stomach, weaving in, out, and over every curve I desperately wanted to touch with my hands.

“Mmmhm,” she affirmed, eyes still closed. “I mean, it’s out there on the internet. But I’ve never actually been with a guy while he was doing it.”

While I wasn’t sure I wanted to waste a chance to fuck her, my dick argued, what waste? I was still going to get off. “And you want me to... what, perform for you?”

“Something like that, I guess.” She redirected the water to her shoulder. “But that seems one-sided. What if you watched me, too?”

Now it was getting interesting. I wasn’t sure I could have jerked off on command, anyway. But watching her with the—

Oh. My drunken brain caught up quick, and I instantly knew what that showerhead was going to do. “I think you’ll come faster than I will.”

“Probably.” She stroked a hand down the gleaming chrome. “But I’m not going to stop at one.”

“Promise?” I teased. Charlotte was fucking insatiable. I couldn’t wait to get her somewhere I could tie her down and see how much she could take—

That’s not going to happen, I reminded myself, throwing a bucket of cold water over my confused libido. This was for one weekend. And this wasn’t Ascend Red, where no one on the property would think anything of a woman howling in ecstasy for hours. I would have to keep that particular fantasy confined to my head.

“So, you want to me to stand here and—”

“Jerk off, yes. What was unclear about that?” She blinked at me, moving the stream of water across her chest, to the other shoulder, and back again. “Is the problem lack of inspiration or...”

I glanced down at my cock, impressively hard despite all the booze coursing through my system. Where there’s a will...

“It’s not that, I assure you.” I wrapped my fingers around my erection. “I thought I’d fuck you tonight and, frankly, I’m not sure I’m up to a double feature.”

“You’ll have to fuck me in the morning, then.” She slowly pivoted her legs so her knees faced toward me, but she kept them maddeningly tight together. “I won’t make you do it alone. I promise, I’ll let you watch me.”

To illustrate the point, she drew the stream of water down, between her breasts.

My pulse throbbed against my hand.

“I have some rules, then,” I warned her. She lifted an eyebrow to indicate she was listening before I went on. “Once we start, neither of us stop until we’re both done.”

“Oh no,” she said in a breathy, put-on voice. “Whatever will I do with all those orgasms?”

“I’ve been drinking... it might take a while.” It wouldn’t. Holy fuck, it wouldn’t. The thought of being the focus of her attention, letting her see such a private act, while she got herself off to it? That was enough to make me want to come so badly my willpower almost hurt.

“I’ll suffer,” she said with a shrug. “Unless... you’re scared.”

“Is that a dare?”

She shrugged again and smiled.

“Fine.” I nodded toward the showerhead in her hand. “Then get to it.”

The thing was, I knew I had an advantage. Every person with a clit that I’d ever been with had viewed water pressure as an essential tool for quick orgasms. It was second only to the Hitachi Magic Wand in terms of torment potential. Charlotte had to know that. It would take only seconds and she’d be regretting her choice.

I almost groaned at the thought.

I stroked myself slowly, my gaze trained on her thighs as she parted them. When my eyes darted to her face, her attention was firmly focused on my dick in my hand, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“I don’t like dares,” I warned her. “If you were my sub, I wouldn’t let you talk to me like that.”

“Your sub?” She sounded shocked. “You do that stuff?”

“With the right partners, I do.” My hand found a too familiar rhythm. I had to back off or risk coming embarrassingly soon. “I love to have that control over someone. I like the trust they have in me. I like it when they let go.”

She adjusted the spray to a pulsating jet and brought the showerhead between her legs, spreading her labia with two fingers. A little gasp escaped her.

“I like knowing that they’re experiencing the type of pleasure they can only get from my instructions. From what I do to them,” I went on, my breathing speeding up with the pumping of my fist. “Completely breaking them down to a creature who wants only to fulfill my desires, while my only desire is to bring them to a space of utter bliss.”

Her head dropped back and she moaned; even from feet away, I saw the muscles in her thighs shake.

That was one.

Oh, she was in trouble.

She started to move her hand away and I interrupted her. “No, no. Rules are rules. You keep that right there.”

A tiny squeak burst from her mouth, but she set her jaw and left the showerhead right where it was.

“Is it torture?” I asked. “Keeping that trained on your clit, unable to escape the sensation?”

She whimpered.

“Answer me?” It was a question, not a command.

But she obeyed, nodding with a “Yes. Oh, god!”

“Have you ever tried before? For multiples?” I knew she’d had more than one orgasm with me the first time, but that was so much different. “Not just more than one, but a continuous series that goes on and on, into a never-ending cycle of pleasure?”

“I’ve tried,” she panted. Her feet rolled up, until only her toes touched the tile. Her hips rocked and her mouth opened in a noiseless moan.

“Don’t move it away,” I instructed her. “No matter how much your every nerve screams at you to back off. Keep it going.”

There was nothing silent about her now. She clung to the bench with one hand, rocking her hips and making little bursts of senseless sound that rose in tone and frequency. Her legs spasmed and she cried out.

“Keep it going,” I urged, speeding my hand. “Keep it going.”

She was lost in it now, screaming behind her tightly closed lips, straining toward another peak. Her entire body tensed, her spine straightened, she rose up and let the next one take her.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” So beautiful that I wanted to push her down on the bench, get between her thighs, use that showerhead on her while I buried my aching cock deep in that tight, wet cunt and let go inside her.

That visual was so keen, I could almost feel it. Feel her gripping me, milking every last drop.

“I can’t,” she groaned, “Oh fuck, no, no, no—”

But she could, and she did, with a wail of ecstasy that broke down the last of my control.

“I’m going to come,” I told her through gritted teeth.

Her eyes flew open and she threw the showerhead aside, on her knees in front of me in a moment. A crucial moment; she’d barely opened her mouth when my senses exploded. I stroked myself faster and faster, slashes of cum splashing over her face and open mouth, and she licked her lips greedily. She looked up at me adoringly, mascara smudged, smears of cum running down her cheeks in the water falling from overhead. While I still held myself, panting and dizzy, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over me, swallowing down the last few, desperate spurts.

And she didn’t stop.

I should have known where this was going. I should have known she would turn it around on me. But I couldn’t take it. My sensation-raw nerves screamed at me to push her away. I swayed on my feet and gripped the shower bar for support, my legs almost going out from under me. It was like being electrocuted, in a bad way and a good way all at once.

She sucked my cock like it was a job, encircling my shaft with her hand to stroke me while paying way too much attention to my outrageously sensitive head. I heard the desperation in my panicked exclamations the longer she went on, but I didn’t stop her, no matter how much I thought I wanted to. And then, like a light switch, the oversensitivity stopped, and the climb began all over again, quicker this time. It was a reluctant journey as my cock still begged for the torture to end. Closer and closer, her wicked tongue and diligent hand forced me to a cruel edge and then over, spiraling me into a chasm of mingled pain and fantastic release. Her hot mouth kept working me and working me. I thrust against her, fucking her face, and she took me deep in her throat, gagging and choking but never stopping until I filled her mouth with every drop I had left to give.

“Enough!” I shouted when I could remember basic functions like language. Then, gentler, with a breathless laugh, “That’s enough.”

She sat back on her heels and smiled up at me, primly wiping the corners of her mouth with her index finger. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she said, “And you thought you couldn’t go twice tonight.”

* * * *

(Charlotte)

I knew I had to be up early. We both knew we had to be up early. But I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of Matt’s shower-damp skin against mine between the butter-soft linens on his huge bed. I tucked my head against his shoulder and put an arm over his broad chest.

“Is this okay?”

He covered my hand with his and held it against his heart. “Yup.”

I scrunched my fingers through his chest hair and said nothing.

“We don’t need to let this end, you know,” he said, quiet and serious, nothing like the Matt I’d been having fun with all weekend.

My breath got stuck beneath my ribs and my fight, flight, or freeze mechanism kicked in. All of them, at once. Which left me motionless and silent and still in a way he was bound to notice, because he was too damned perceptive.

“We could stay in touch and still play around,” he went on, and his casual tone put me a bit more at ease. He wasn’t suggesting we date.

I still needed to clarify. “Long distance friends with benefits?”

“Exactly.” He idly traced his fingers down my arm. “You liked the text I sent you.”

I buried my face against his skin, cheeks flaming. I didn’t know why I was bashful about what I’d done for him, after all of the bonkers stuff we’d been up to this weekend.

He chuckled. His voice was a sleepy rumble beside my ear. “We could do things like that.”

“Could we—” I stopped myself, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Hmm?” He prompted me.

Why was it so difficult to ask for? This was Matt, the only guy who’d ever been as dirty as I was. “The stuff you like to do, the control stuff… could you do that with me?”

“I thought we covered this, Charlotte,” he teased. “I can make any of your fantasies come true.”

“Mmm, I don’t know.” I knew. I needed to make him sweat a little. Because the thought of walking out of his life on Sunday morning was too much for me to cope with. “How are you going to make my fantasies come true over the internet?”

“How am I going to make your fantasies come true if I don’t know what they are?” he countered.

“I’m twenty-five, okay? Even I don’t know what my sexual fantasies are, other than—”

He rose up on an elbow, super attentive.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Very funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m waiting to hear another of your uncertain fantasies. The last time you shared one, it resulted in me watching you get fucked by a stranger. I’m all in.”

“It doesn’t matter though, because you’re going to be off running around all over the world being Mr. Fancy Richpants and I’m going to be in my parents’ guest house.” That’s exactly what I needed: one or both of my parents barging in during Facetime sex.

“That’s true. But you doubted me before and I delivered.”

He had delivered. He’d given me my naughtiest fantasy, no strings attached. Maybe I should let him try again.

“How about this,” he began, taking my hand and weaving our fingers together. “Tomorrow is the wedding. It should be impossible for me to arrange anything while being your brother’s best man, right?”

The presence of the bear made me highly doubt anything was impossible…

“You tell me one of your fantasies. No matter how outrageous it is, if I can make it happen, you’ll consider being my long-distance friend with benefits. Maybe that will mean I text you dirty assignments. Maybe it means that if I’m on the west coast, we hook up for a night or two. Or we meet up once a month. I’m not going to be picky. We’ve got a good thing going and I don’t want it to end.”

But it couldn’t be anything impossible because… I wanted him to succeed. I didn’t want this to end, either.

“All right,” I said slowly. “How about this: you have until Sunday morning to prove it’ll be worth my while.”

“Define ‘worth your while,’” he said cautiously.

“I’m strong willed. Prove to me that you can make me surrender to you.” I tilted my head up to look him in the eye. “Show me what I can only get from you.”

He laughed. “Wow. Okay.”

“You’re in?” I hooked my ankle around his.

“You’re going to be tired tomorrow night,” he reminded me. “It might not be the best time to try it out.”

“I’m twenty-five. I don’t need as much sleep as you.” In fact, I ran on very little most of the time. “I could always sneak off and take a nap.”

He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip as he considered. “I’m not going to be comfortable if I think you’re not in a good space.”

“It’s going to be after my brother’s wedding. If you can make me zone out on orgasms until I don’t care about anything else, that is the good space,” I argued.

He was losing a battle with himself. Maybe it wasn’t fair of me to push. But I needed something to look forward to.

“You’ve been the bright spot I didn’t anticipate this weekend,” I went on. “I had planned for it to be miserable.”

“Well, I don’t want you leaving an Ashe-branded property feeling that way,” he said with a soft chuckle. “All right. Await your orders.”

The answer sent a thrill through me that translated into a full-body shiver. “When?”

“When I give them to you,” he said, tapping my nose with his index finger. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Is that an order?” I teased.

“It’s a condition of staying in this bed,” he warned. “Go to sleep or I’ll throw you to the alligators.”

I snuggled tighter to him. It wasn’t often I got so much skin-on-skin contact. I soaked it up until I couldn’t fight sleep anymore.