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

Chapter TWENTY-NINE

(Matthew)

Charlotte came back from her walk and found me in the den before lunch. Her shoulders and chest were rosy from sunburn above the top of her bright pink bikini.

“I forgot sunscreen,” she said morosely, dropping on the couch beside me. She nodded at the TV. “Is that all you do when I’m not here? Play war video games?”

“Sometimes, I play a dragon video game,” I informed her. Maturely. I set the controller aside and turned off the TV. “You ran out of here awfully fast. Did I say something wrong?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.” She waved a hand in a dismissal I didn’t quite believe. “I needed to stretch my legs, because I’ve spent so much time on my back.”

I laughed at the way she wiggled her eyebrows on the last part of her sentence. “What did you get up to, besides being sunburned?”

“Um, I watched people have sex on the beach.” She made a face. “Considering where sand goes when you’re on the beach normally, I assume it was…abrasive.”

“It is. Never again,” I informed her gravely.

“I wouldn’t have asked.” She giggled. “Is it possible that being here makes sex boring? I mean, when I first got here, I was shocked and turned on and everything was in overdrive. But now it’s like, well, there are people fucking on the beach. Over there, people fucking against a wall. Hey, maybe I’ll go to the pool. Oh wait, everybody is fucking in it.”

“So, you missed me?” I teased.

She gave my shoulder a little push.

“I know what you mean.” I truly did. As much fun as I’d had the night before, I’d been on the island way too long. “I hope you’re not planning to take off early, though.”

She shook her head. “Before your birthday party? Absolutely not.”

But will you stay after? That wasn’t on the table for us. We’d both made that perfectly clear. “I’m glad you’ll be here. I like to share my gifts with my friends.”

Her face blanched.

“Oh my god, no!” I hurried to reassure her. “No, none of the friends you met at the wedding. And definitely, your brother is not coming to this party.”

She held a hand to her chest. “Thank god. And if he ever comes here, you can’t tell me. Never, never, never.”

He’d already been to the island, but I’d take that secret to my grave. For him, not for her; he’d been so embarrassed to even accept the invitation that he’d made me swear on a literal Bible I would never tell a soul. “I promise, I will never.”

She put her feet up, across my lap, and laid back with a throw pillow under her head. “By the way, I’m not bored of having sex with you.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” I hadn’t assumed she was, though her bringing it up did make me wonder.

“I don’t think I could get tired of having sex with you.” She played with the end of her coppery ponytail. “Are you getting bored of me?”

“Not at all.” I lifted one of her legs and kissed her ankle. “But you did say you needed a break.”

“I probably do. My pussy is worn out,” she said with a snort of laughter. “I knew it would happen, one day. I didn’t realize it would be so soon.”

“I’m sure she’ll bounce back.”

“My mouth isn’t tired, though,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “My mouth is kind of lonely.”

I played along. “What a coincidence. My dick is awfully lonely, himself.”

She giggled and swung her feet down. “How about you enjoy your game while I enjoy you?”

“I…” I blinked at her in surprise. “You know, I’ve never had anyone offer me that combination before.”

“If you’d rather play your game…” she said coyly, dropping to her knees and shuffling to settle between my feet.

“No, no.” I snatched up the controller. This was not a chance I would let pass me by. “Proceed.”

She reached for the fly of my shorts. “I don’t know why you even get dressed.”

“You got dressed.” I plucked at the strap of her bikini.

“I can fix that.” She slipped one side down, then the other, her eyes big and coy.

I reached into my pants and eased my hardening cock out, giving myself a few lazy strokes as she shrugged off her swimsuit top entirely.

“You have great tits,” I told her, and her answering, sly smile made me add, “I’m sure nobody has ever told you that.”

“No, you’re the first.” She bit her bottom lip. “I was so innocent and pure before we met.”

“That’s what attracted me to you. Your purity,” I joked.

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing your game?” she asked, reaching behind her for the controller on the coffee table.

“Oh, right. Let me mute this…” I said, putting my headset back on. Nobody needed to overhear. I joined another lobby to wait for a match and settled back on the cushions. Charlotte took her place between my knees and leaned over my cock, opening her mouth to let a thin stream of saliva fall right onto the very tip of me. She pressed her lips lightly to that spot, slicking them through her spit and rubbing aching circles over my swollen head.

I wanted to watch her. The sight of those plump, pink lips on me was far more engaging than a game of running around and shooting enemy soldiers. But the screen changed, and I dropped in at the spawn point. I took a deep breath and focused up.

“There are campers behind the armory,” warned a staticky voice on the headset. I veered away from the armory and ducked behind a wall of sandbags, scrolling through my weapons. A red outline peeking above my view alerted me to an enemy. I popped my character up from his crouch and fired my pistol, taking him out at close range.

Charlotte’s lips opened, just a little bit, still making those circles and letting drool slide down my length.

I checked the map. I wasn’t far from the flag my side was supposed to be protecting, but it was considered bad form to hide out in one spot, picking people off. I darted my soldier from behind the sandbag berm, to a machine gun waiting for an operator. I would be exposed, but—

Charlotte closed her mouth over the head of my cock.

“Dude, are you lagging?” Someone asked over the headset, followed by another player answering, “I think he’s glitched out, he’s not answering.”

The screen pulsed red and I realized I was being shot at, too late.

Charlotte swirled her tongue around me, teasing the edge of my foreskin. I gripped my controller tighter and forced myself to concentrate on the television. The game dropped me back at the same spawn point. This time, I elected to keep low and sneak between some parked tanks. From my vantage point, I could see my red-outlined enemies as they ran past. I got two of them, in the legs, but the shots only took one of them out. The other turned and headed straight for me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, but not about the game. Charlotte slowly lowered her head, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, choking a little. When she rose up again, she gripped me in both hands, tightening and releasing as she pumped me up and down in time with the bobbing of her head.

My soldier was dead again. Not the one in her hands, though. That guy was very much alive.

She moaned low in her throat and ran her tongue across my tip.

I respawned.

She set up a twisting rhythm with her hands.

I immediately died.

“Fuck,” I growled again, tossing the controller and headset aside. The idea of playing a game while she sucked me off had sounded ideal, but I couldn’t concentrate on both. I grabbed her ponytail and slid the elastic down, so I could see her hair falling around her bare shoulders and dive my fingers through it. Every part of her was like silk, and every time I touched her, she felt new. Like I’d never known her skin or her mouth or her cunt.

Or the way she looked up at me, her eyes wide and questioning as she performed such an intimate act, as if to ask if she was doing it all right, if she was allowed to do it at all.

She whimpered and closed her eyes, rocking on her knees, thighs clenching, as if doing this alone could get her off.

And that’s what ultimately got me off. I recognized her response, her desire to give me pleasure. I knew how that felt, because I felt the same way toward pleasing her. It was a mind-blowing feedback loop that overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, my fingers dug into the arm of the couch and my hips lifted up, drawn by an explosion of sensation that roared through me and burned down every one of my senses. I shuddered into her, and she swallowed every drop.

My orgasm had been so intense, I thought I lost my eyesight. But my eyes were just closed. Breathing hard, I opened them and forced my vision to focus on her upturned face. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said with a little smirk. Of course, it satisfied her to have satisfied me. We were so alike in that regard.

“I bet your bikini bottoms are soaked,” I teased her. “I know what to do about that, if you’ll let me.”

“I’m on broken pussy rest,” she reminded me.

“Too broken to get it licked?” I raised an eyebrow and waited for her response.

She chewed her bottom lip, but it didn’t take her long to decide. “Okay. Where do you want me?”

I sank down, not bothering to do up my fly, and swung my legs up to lay full out on the sofa.

“Come on up.” I patted the cushion on either side of my head.

She hesitated.

I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid you’re going to smother me.”

“Every woman who has ever sat on a dude’s face has been afraid of that, every single time,” she grumbled, but placed one knee on the cushion, anyway. “If you die, it’s not my fault.”

“I will have died doing what I love,” I promised, and put my hands on her waist to lift her into position. She sat up straight, her labia tantalizingly close to my mouth, but I still had to coax her down. She was dripping wet and the glistening smears on her thighs stuck to my cheeks.

I opened my mouth wide to cover as much of her as I could, sucking that precious nectar from every last centimeter I could reach, until she squirmed and squealed and didn’t seem to care so much about whether or not she was suffocating me, after all.

“Fuck,” she moaned, drawing the word out until it was nothing but a puff of air. She’d supported herself with a hand on the arm of the sofa; now, she sat up and palmed her breast with one hand, sinking the fingers of the other into my hair.

I broke my mouth from her flesh, gasping for air, and rasped, “That’s it, princess. Ride my face.”

A high, shuddering noise came from her, and she moved to obey me, rocking and moaning as I captured her clit with my lips and swirled my tongue around it. I gripped her ass and held her tight while she took what she wanted, slicking her cunt back and forth over my chin, nudging her clit against my nose. I plunged my tongue inside her, and she squeezed on me, at least, as much of me as I could penetrate her with.

“Yes,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Come for me, I willed her silently. Let me fuck you with my mouth until you come. Gush all over my face. I want to drown in you.

“I’m…I’m…” Her breaths came fast. The hand at her breast tightened, the soft flesh bulging between her fingers as they crushed into her skin. Her back arched, her hips churned in a flurry of movement that quickened then ceased, a long wail tearing from her as she shuddered and nearly fell over.

I supported her, kept going until she slapped comically at my forehead. I lifted her off me, to sit on my chest for a moment to get her bearings. My face was wet from her, and her smell was in my nostrils and probably would be all day.

She climbed to her feet with a cute little, “Whoo,” and a shake of her head. “Thanks for the ride.”

I chuckled and threw one arm over my head, more relaxed than I’d been in weeks. “No problem. Did you get enough alone time this morning?”

Everything about her went still, like a deer who’d heard a twig snap deep in the forest. It was an odd reaction. Like she’d been caught. “I didn’t need—”

I waved my hand. “It’s okay to have boundaries and need space. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

Her posture sagged with relief. “It’s not you.”

“You don’t have to make excuses.” I wondered if this was part of Scott’s warning. That she did things because she thought she should do them, because people expected them. “I’m happy you’re here, but I don’t expect you to spend every waking minute with me.”

“I guess I felt…ungrateful?” she admitted ruefully. “I’m here to be with you, and I run off without you? At your own resort?”

“I want to be with you, too, but not if you’re desperate to have some time to yourself.” The last thing I wanted was for her to leave here and think, glad that’s over.

“I appreciate that,” she said with a decisive nod. “I do. But it’s not you, okay?”

“Did something happen last night?” A chill went through me at the thought. There had never been an assault here, and only a few instances of members acting inappropriately toward other guests. I didn’t want more of those incidents, and certainly nothing that would hurt Charlotte. “Did someone hurt you or—”

“No!” She waved her hands palms down in the universal “no way” sign. “Absolutely not. At all. Last night was wonderful. The whole place is wonderful. I…” She stopped herself.

“Go on,” I urged her gently.

She rolled her eyes. I could tell it was meant for herself, not directed at me. She brushed her hair back from her forehead, the strands falling lazily down her shoulders again. “It sounds like a cliché, but I have a hard time getting close to people. I think that after last night, and then this morning… You started to feel a little too good to be true.”

My eyebrows shot up. I wasn’t sure I’d ever had someone say that about me, to me before. “And that’s a problem.”

“It is,” she confirmed grimly. “Because then I feel like I don’t deserve you. You know, in the friendship sense.”

I noted how quickly she’d made that addendum. It did something awful to the inside of my chest. “You don’t have to deserve me.”

She said nothing, but two little questioning lines appeared between her brows.

“I get to decide whether or not you’re deserving. And I’ve decided that you don’t have to. There’s nothing to prove here, Charlotte. I like you.” Careful… “I’m honored and flattered and extremely grateful that you seem to like me too.”

She considered for a moment, then smiled. And right away, I recognized what the smile was: a mask. A people-pleasing mask, a change-the-subject deflection that was supposed to convey how okay she was. “You can say that you think you’re uncool and I’m very cool and you’re thankful such a cool person like me would be your friend.”

I chuckled and nodded and let her get away with it.