Borrowed Billionaire #4 Under the Sea (2 page)

“Just as easy to love a rich man as a poor man. What's the
real
issue?”

I laughed at her ability to simplify. “What we have so far has been built on sex. Just pure, crazy, unbelievable sex.”

Her white eyebrows shot up. “Nothing wrong with that. If two people give each other some pleasure, that should be considered a victory for love.”

“But how do I move from sex to love?”

“The third time's the charm. Or maybe the fifth.” She rubbed the fine white whiskers on her chin. “Or is it four. Doesn't matter. Why don't you give him a little surprise. Stick one of your fingers up his bumhole.”

“Mrs. O'Hara!”

She tipped her head to the side nonchalantly. “You gotta know how to work the pipes, dear. Play the mouth organ at the same time.”

I was still giggling when I got back to my condo down the hall.

I'd learned a lot about Mrs. O'Hara, including that she'd been a dancer back in the day, and quite the little fox. She'd had a number of male suitors, and when she set her sights on the one she wanted, Mr. O'Hara, she'd hit him with every trick she had, but mainly the finger up the bum. I wasn't planning to go there myself, but … perhaps if I did see Mr. Thorne again and he was being cheeky, I'd give him a little surprise.

Come to think of it, my fireman friend Jacob had fingered me in my second hole, and it had felt rather nice. Tingly.

Inside my door, I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door. I visited my bedroom to grab a waterproof toy, and I filled the tub with hot water and a few drops of aromatherapy oil.

Thinking about Mr. Luthor Thorne, and a little about Jacob, plus some David Duchovny for good measure, I gave myself three orgasms in short succession. Then I conditioned my hair.

On Tuesday morning, Suzanne finally called, yet she wouldn't tell me anything about the arrangements she'd made with Mr. Thorne. She kept saying it was a surprise, but definitely a good surprise, and she asked if all my shots were up to date for traveling.

I said, “Yes, I just got a bunch for my trip back at Christmas. But wait, traveling where?”

“You'll see.” She giggled, and though I couldn't see her, I knew her eyes were squeezed shut with delight. The woman loved to put one over on me.

“For how long? When?”

“Just a few days. His schedule's so busy. We leave on Friday.”

“What do you mean
we
? Are you going?”

She gasped. “Oh, shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you that.”

“Hah! You suck at secrets. Now tell me where I'm going. And, hey, why are you going? Don't tell me … did he make you talk dirty to him again? Is there something …”

“No, Lexie, Mr. Thorne is all yours. I'm taking my dear husband with me.”

“Ohmygod, is this some sort of double date?”

“I'll pick you up early Friday morning. Pack light. Just a bathing suit.” She giggled. “Maybe one dress. No underwear required.”

“Why do I get the feeling that pimping me out is the pinnacle of your life's achievements?”

Sounding a little hurt, she said, “Hey!”

“I have to get to work,” I said, and I ended the call.

On Wednesday, I did a very naughty thing.

I called up my fireman friend-with-benefits Jacob to have Thorne's-not-the-boss-of-me sex. The idea that Mr. Thorne wouldn't approve only made it better.

Jacob showed up at my place after he got off work.

He'd eaten dinner at the firehall, so he wasn't interested in the pasta I'd made, but he was extremely interested in what I was wearing.

I'd gone to a lingerie store that afternoon and picked up a few kinky things. I'd picked out the tackiest thing of all for that night: a tiny g-string and a matching purple bra with a ridiculous amount of frou-frou and lace. Over this, I wore a sheer “cover-up” with even more frou-frou.

Jacob couldn't take his eyes or hands off me.

As he pulled me onto his lap in the living room, I squealed and said, “I look like a cupcake.”

In his best caveman imitation, he said, “Me like cupcake.”

I squealed again, and then things got more serious. His eyes were still on me, so attentive, and he moved his big fireman hands gently all over my body, examining the lingerie as much as me.

Still sitting on his lap, I squirmed at the sensation starting in my pussy. I had been turned on for an hour before he got there, from the second I'd put the lingerie on and seen myself. I didn't think I could get more aroused, but I did, to the point of desperation.

He pulled me in for a kiss and I devoured his juicy lips as I ran my fingers through his dark, curly hair.

“Good,” he said. “Yes.”

I was touched that he'd remembered my request. Jacob had a penchant for vulgar talk during sex, but during a previous escapade, I'd bade him to not say anything crude to ruin the mood. I'd permitted him to speak only three words, and tonight he was doing just that.

He reached a hand under my lap and stroked me through my silky panties.

His voice deep and growling, he said, “Pussy.”

“Tonight, Jacob, my pussy is all yours.”

“Good.”

I leaned back and swung one leg over his head so I could straddle his lap, facing him. “What do you want to do to my pussy?”

He grinned. “Yes.”

“Are you going to lick it?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

“Will you finger fuck me?”

He seemed shocked I would use such a vulgar phrase. Usually, it was him saying the nasty things, mainly combinations involving the word
pounding
.

“Yes,” he said, one eyebrow quirked up as a question.

“I know you like to vocalize, but maybe tonight I'll be the one doing the vocalizing.”

“Good. Yes.”

He wrapped his big, bronzed arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss. He was attentive to the kissing, focused on that, while his hands stayed comfortably on my hips.

He pulled away for a moment to grab the remote control and click off the TV behind me. Funny, I hadn't even realized it was on.

We kissed some more and his hands moved lazily across my hips, my lower back, my legs. He found the closure for my bra and removed it, as well as the sheer matching nightie. He didn't dive right for my panties, but spent time on each breast, cupping, licking, and kissing. He put one nipple in his mouth, and the look on his face was that of a happy man. That made me happy, and the stimulation on my nipples gave me a jolt of excitement.

I wanted to tear off his button-down shirt and jeans, but he grasped my flailing hands and held them still as he slowly, methodically did the same treatment to the other breast.

And then, while holding my hands still, he started over again with the first breast. As he sucked my nipples, I thought I might come from that alone. The pleasure was so intense, with his hot breath on me, him so warm underneath me.

Finally, when I could take it no more, I said, “Take off my panties and pound my pussy.”

The eyebrow quirked again.

“How do you like it now?” I said. “I'll vocalize for both of us. That's good, right?”

Instead of releasing my hands, he guided them down to his crotch. He wasn't simply aroused, he was positively straining to break free of his jeans. I got to work unfastening them, and he moaned with pleasure and relief when I freed his cock.

Thick and sturdy, like the rest of him, it felt good in my hand. For a moment, I forgot about the ache in my pussy and my desperate need, and stroked it. As I was stroking, he leaned down and licked one of my nipples back into his mouth. Stroking his cock and having my breast sucked on at the same time was almost sensory overload. It wasn't fucking, it was something else, and it was good.

I moved up and tried to insert his cock, but my fancy new panties were in the way.

Jacob gave me a you-so-crazy look and stood in one motion, picking me up with him.

He carried me down the hall as I nibbled his ears, then threw me on the bed.

Next, he did something funny, yet sexy. He peeled his clothes off slowly, just like a stripper. There were a few facial expressions that were comical, but the movements were hot, and his fireman body was calendar material.

There was a gleam in his eyes, and I thought he was going to bite the panties right off me, but he removed them with his hands. He grabbed me by the legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

He buried his face between my legs and I let out a long, low, appreciative moan.

His tongue ran up and down, parting my lips, cooling and warming me at once. He flicked his tongue in and out of my opening and then moved gradually, incrementally up toward my aching nub. I thought he would never get there, and when he did, I gasped and arched my back in pleasure.

Soon, he had me panting and moaning.

I had my first climax, a mellow and relaxing one that left me shivering and calm, but he kept going, coaxing me back up the mountain again.

I didn't want to interrupt his concentration, but I peeked down and asked him to insert his longest finger and make a come-here gesture.

He did it and raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes?”

He found that magical spot, that spot I didn't know I had. An entirely new wave of pleasure flooded me, like a new flavor. “Oh, holy oh holy, oh wow,” I said.

Jacob liked this and continued to play with me like I was his new toy.

I began to climax a second time, so I sat up quickly, grabbed onto his big, muscular body, and pulled him on top of me and inside. As he entered, I came, my body like crackling electricity.

When I surfaced, he was still grinding into me, a look of absolute contentment on his face.

After a few minutes, I asked if he wanted me in a different position, if he was getting deep enough.

He grunted, pulled out, and lifted me up like a doll. He pushed my legs and positioned me on my knees, doggy style.

Instead of inserting immediately, he ran the tip of his cock up and down my pussy, then across my clit, back and forth, generating more heat. When I was whimpering and ready for penetration, he eased into me as though it was our first time.

As he drove himself deeper, to the hilt, I could tell he wouldn't last much longer. His cock was so rigid, so urgent.

He wasn't saying anything at all now, which was such a change for Jacob. It sorta felt like a new man, and I missed Jacob. I wanted Jacob.

“Tell me what you're gonna do to me,” I said.

He grunted and slowed his thrusting. “Good.”

“Enough of the three words. You've been a good boy, but now I want you to talk dirty.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I'm gonna—” he pounded into me “—pound—”

And that was all he said. The rest was just a series of grunts and moans.

After he came, he rocked me forward and eased me down to my stomach, and then onto my side, so we were spooning, with him still inside me.

“Good?” I asked.

“Mm hmm.” He bit my shoulder.

I started to pull away, thinking already about a shower, but he threw one of his big arms around me and hugged me to him.

“Sleepy time,” he said.

“Yeah?” I glanced at the clock on my side table. It wasn't even ten, but I was comfortable. Jacob never stayed over at my place, nor did I stay over at his. “You wanna stay over?” I asked.