Billionaire With a Twist(4)
“Eep!” I shrieked as he scooped me up in his strong arms. “Dude, you are drunk, you are not supposed to be—I don’t know, doing things like operating heavy machinery—”
“You’re not heavy machinery,” he told me in that very serious way that slightly drunk people have. “You’re light machinery. Light, soft machinery with great boobs. More machinery should have boobs.”
“I hope for your sake you had a head start on me at the bar,” I told him. “Or I am mocking you for being a lightweight forever.”
“Guess I’ll have to find something else for that mouth of yours then,” he said with a grin, and oh, the images that flooded my mind. These panties were ruined forever.
He tossed me onto the bed and I shrieked as I bounced. “Asshole!”
But I was giggling.
He shed the remainder of his clothes, dropping to all fours on the bed in front of me, and then advanced, his eyes pinning me in place. He backed me up against the headboard and took my wrists, holding them over my head as he kissed me thoroughly, his tongue gleefully plundering my mouth before he began to nibble at my jawline and neck, my giggles dissolving back into moans as he traveled ever southward.
He shifted his hands so that just the left encircled both my wrists, his right joining his mouth as it closed over my breasts, sucking at them through the thin fabric of my shirt. I keened, squirming at the tantalizing touch and trying to bring the rest of my body into closer contact with his. As he chuckled the sound reverberated against my skin, and he began to unbutton my blouse, his hands and mouth hot against me. I leaned forward and bit at his shoulder, pressing my hips into his to urge him on.
“So perfect,” he murmured against my tender skin before sucking my left nipple into his mouth, and I cried out as he began to kiss my breasts in earnest, his other hand finally abandoning my wrist to dive down the front of my pants.
His knuckles bumped against my clit and I gasped, rubbing myself wantonly against him. He withdrew, teasing, and I slid my hands over his shoulders, savoring the feel of his smooth skin before digging my fingernails into his back in retaliation.
As he tugged my pants off, I took a moment to congratulate myself on my excellent decision-making skills. No matter what happened tomorrow, this was the most fun I’d ever had during a work trip, and I knew I’d be showing up to my presentation the next day with a little extra bounce in my step.
He tore my panties off and stood there, groaning appreciatively at the view as I spread my legs for him, and then he came at me and began to kiss and lick his way down my stomach, making me writhe in anticipation. He circled my belly button teasingly before trailing his tongue down there. The first touch of his mouth was electric, sparks shooting up my spine as he traced my wet opening before kissing me deeply, his tongue spearing straight and sure, deep inside.
“That’s it,” I panted, encouraging him. “Right there.”
“Is that what you like?” he growled.
That clever tongue flicked over me before plunging into me again and again, his thumbs tracing tantalizing circles on the sensitive skin of my thighs. I was whimpering, bucking upward against him, feeling the beautiful burn of his stubble against me, needing only a little more, only a little more—
He hummed in satisfaction as he tasted me thoroughly, and I felt the vibration of his mouth up through my entire body and down to the tips of my toes.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against me, lapping my wetness with long strokes of his tongue, and without another thought I came harder than a freight train crashing into a mountain, moaning blissfully as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.
When my brain was once again capable of receiving the images transmitted by my eyes, I saw him resting on his elbows beside me, a smug grin on his face with just a hint of shyness, as if he knew exactly how great a job he had done but wouldn’t mind a little confirmation.
A glance downward told me the best way for me to give him that validation.
I licked my lips, loving the way his pupils dilated as his eyes dropped to my tongue, and began to trail my hand down his sweaty, chiseled chest, taking my sweet time on the way to that long, hard cock. I was going to make this so good for him. I was going to stroke him and pump him gentle and slow, firmer and firmer. I was going to sink down and take him slowly into my mouth, teasing him with the promise of more as I drew spirals around his length with my tongue. I was going to take him deep into the back of my throat and—
His phone rang.
We both froze, and for a moment, looking into those lust-darkened eyes, I thought he was going to let it go to voicemail, and we would spend the rest of the evening learning every inch of each other’s bodies.
Then he made a disappointed but resigned sound in the back of his throat, and pulled away from me. “Sorry. This is probably important.”
“Sure,” I said. Maybe it wouldn’t be, though. Maybe it would be some unimportant thing he could immediately resolve without leaving the room, and I could get back to the important business of finding out exactly how he tasted and whether I liked it better than bourbon. Maybe I could find out exactly what noise he would make when—
He rolled out of bed, giving me a great view of that cute ass as he bent over to search the pockets of his discarded clothes for his phone. He pulled it out and cut off the ringing with a stab of his finger, running a distracted hand through his hair.