Chapter Thirteen #2
“Maybe.” Her arms tightened around him, and deciding she should give him a little dose of his own medicine, she whispered, “But really, all I can think now is how long you’re going to make me wait before we can become naked—-”
The billionaire stiffened, and then very carefully, he said, “Ilse?”
She interpreted that as, What the fuck are you suggesting, and her lips curving, she whispered to his ear, “We’ve been going out for three weeks, but all you do is kiss me.”
“Because I was giving you time,” he snarled.
“But I don’t want time.” Her tone was plaintive. “I just want you.” She nipped his neck and she spoke, and that was it.
The billionaire knocked rapidly on the first sex window he reached, and as luck would have it, Ilse’s friend Charlene was the one who opened the door.
The other woman gasped when she saw who her visitors were. Was this what she thought it was?
As the billionaire allowed a giggling Ilse to slide to her feet, he saw the look in the other woman’s eyes, and his lips twitched. “No, it’s not what you think. This isn’t a prelude to a threesome.”
“That’s too bad.” Charlene’s tone was properly disappointed, but her eyes were twinkling with amusement. “Especially since I know this young woman’s a virgin—-”
“Charlene!”
The billionaire grinned. “You know each other?”
“After this,” Ilse muttered, “I’m disowning her as a friend.”
But no one was listening to Ilse, her reaction making Charlene laugh and the billionaire chuckle.
“May we rent your room for the rest of the night, mevrouw?”
Charlene grinned. “So you’re finally going to take her V-card, mijnheer?”
Ilse groaned. “Oh my God, Charlene, will you stop talking about that?”
“A gentleman never tells.” But the billionaire’s wicked grin said it all.
When he tried handing her his payment, Charlene shook her head. “You know what? It’s on me—-”
“I appreciate the gesture, but please do not deny me the pleasure of sharing my, err, happiness.”
“Because you’re going to fuck Ilse?” she asked innocently.
“Because I’m going to fuck Ilse,” he averred.
Ilse slowly banged her head against the wall. “Seriously? Seriously?”
But the two continued to ignore her.
Heading to the door, Charlene was chatting amiably to the billionaire, saying, “Ilse already knows this, but my bed’s completely clean. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Enjoy the rest of the evening, mevrouw.”
Charlene winked. “I think you’ll enjoy it more.”
As the billionaire shut the door, they heard Charlene release a whoop of joy outside.
“Oh my God! This is enough to pay two months’ rent!”
Ilse was happy for her friend, but right now—-
Her gaze clashed with the billionaire.
And just like that, they picked right up from where they left off.
Ilse could only gasp as the billionaire’s mouth crushed hers. He pushed her against the wall as his hands became busy undressing her, and she could only whimper against his lips as she felt her clothes falling away from her body piece by piece.
And then she was naked—-
He stepped away from her, his intense blue eyes roaming over her bare body.
“Jaak.”
There was just something so sinful about having nothing on while her lover was still fully clothed.
“Beautiful,” the billionaire rasped.
He drew her to the bed, the billionaire sitting on the edge and making her stand between his legs.
“And mine. You’re mine, aren’t you, Ilse?”
She whispered, “Yes.”
His hands slowly moved to cup her full and aching breasts, and Ilse bit her lip hard.
“No.” As he spoke, he gently squeezed her breasts, and she sucked in her breath. “Let me hear you.” His fingers drifted to the center, and then he was pinching her nipples—-
Let me hear you.
Her lips parted, a moan rolling down her tongue, and the sound echoed throughout the room.
Oh!
Ilse had heard such sounds all the time. It was impossible not to, considering where she worked, what she did, and who she hung out with—-
The billionaire began sucking on one nipple, drawing out another moan from Ilse.
But never, never did she imagine she would make such sounds herself, and of her own volition—-
Her fingers drove through his hair, and she found herself clutching his head as he switched to her other breast and started sucking on it.
“Jaaaaak.”
His mouth moved down, and she started to tremble hard, realizing that there was only one other place it could go.
“Jaak, I d-don’t—-”
“Sssh.”
And his mouth moved down again, lower and lower, and God, he was moving oh so slowly, it just made her burn with yearning—-
His hands settled on the side of her hips, and she stiffened.
His fingers tightened as his mouth hovered over her pussy.
She waited and waited, waited until it was just too much—-
“Jaak.” She choked his name out, and it was as if he had only been waiting for that all along.
His mouth descended on her skin, and her knees started to buckle.
His tongue slowly licked the already wet lines of her fold, and her head fell back, her silken locks touching the end of her back. He gave her another agonizingly leisurely lick, and she cried out. And then he was licking and licking, and her cries began to dance around the room.
When her knees started to give out, his grip kept her up.
“Please,” she choked out.
And he gave her what she wanted, his lips closing over her clit.
“Jaak!”
He started to suck.
“Oh God, Jaak.”
Harder and harder, and the room around her started to spin. She gazed dazedly up at the ceiling as he destroyed her from below, wondering how something on this earth could be so inhumanly beautiful. The pleasure singing through her veins was just too...
Hot...
Sweet...
The billionaire bit her clit, pain merging with the pleasure, and she gasped long and hard, the excruciating beauty of her first orgasm taking her completely by surprise.
And there seemed no stopping it.
Wave after wave, it struck her body, and it just didn’t help that the billionaire continued to torture the sensitive nub of flesh, now made painfully hard by his attention. When it was over, he caught her as she fell with a lazy chuckle.
“It appears I’ve made you literally swoon.”
“Shut up.” But her protest was frail, and she could only cling to him as he laid her on the bed.
His mouth pressed against hers ever so softly, and her eyes drifted closed.
“Ilse,” he whispered against her lips. “Invite me back to your place tonight.”
She stilled, hoping that she had and hadn’t heard him right.
And as if he felt her fears, he asked simply, “Don’t you think it’s time?”
Her eyes slowly opened. “Jaak...” Her voice was tremulous. “Do you understand what you’re asking?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes remained on hers. “And you can trust me.”