Distracting the Billionaire's Son (9 page)

I moaned and forced my hips against him, ground against his length
like I’d die without it. He released my wrists, stood tall over me, and slapped
my left hip that stung and sent me nearly over the edge.

“On your hands and knees, Jessica. Show me how beautiful
your ass is.” I’d never been spanked before, but the way he growled and stroked
the hot, stinging spot made me shiver desperately.

“Again,” I whispered. “Again, please.”

“My eager girl,” he sighed. I pushed my ass into the air,
lowered my face to the bed. He took both ass cheeks in his hands, stroked and
petted them with gentle devotion. When he had me moaning and rocking into his
hands, he pulled his right hand back and smacked harder this time, once, twice,
until I was sure I could feel his hand print, hot and stinging, left there like
a permanent reminder of how badly I wanted him and he wanted me. He lowered his
mouth to the handprint, kissed it and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jonah,” I moaned. “Now. Please.
Please
.”

He climbed the bed, positioned himself so he could rub his
member up my slit and nuzzled the head against my clit. He liked when I thrust
my hips back against him.

“Mmm, that’s it Jessica. That’s my girl.” He slid from my
clit back down and pushed just enough for the head to part my lips and slide
inside. He leaned over me, panted and stroked my skin, my hips, my back,
anything he could touch. I moaned, begged for him to take me, he pulled back
and them rammed forward.

I gasped, buried my face in his blanket and screamed his
name. He was so deep inside of me, stretching me to fit his girth. He slid out,
nearly all the way, and then rammed me again, pile driving me into the bed and
with each thrust grunting with the effort of forcing himself inside of me.

“God, you’re so tight. That’s right Jessica, good girl, show
me how much you want it. Prove it to me.”

I moaned and pushed back into him when he drove me into the
bed and in a moment we were matching thrusts. I rose onto my elbows, dropped my
head forward. It was so good, so much more than I thought I could ever have.

“More!”

He started thrusting in and out faster, deep, very deep,
then in and out quick before slowing again. He panted, moaned my name under his
breath.

“So beautiful,” he gasped and thrust faster, harder, until
he had to hold onto my hips to keep us together. “Oh, Jessica, I don’t want to
come yet. You make me so fucking hot. Come for me, baby, show me.”

He pulled back and let me go wild on him, fucking back
against his body with all I had. I was so close to exploding, the pressure
filling me up, making me shake with the effort of fucking him. He whispered his
pleasure, urged me on faster. When I was about the come he grabbed my hips
again with a loud growl and thrust himself deep inside of me. “That’s it, Jessica.
Take it, sweetheart. Take it!”

His sudden climax sent me over the edge and I joined him,
bucking my hips in time with each wave that passed from fingertip to toes. I
closed my eyes, buried my face in the cool comforter and felt each delicious
shudder that passed through my body.

He rocked gently, bent over my ass, before sliding slowly
out of me. I gasped when he popped free and all I wanted was him back inside of
me. I craved it. As soon as he released me I collapsed into his bed and he
crawled along my body, put his arms around mine and turned me over onto my back
so he could see my face.

“Jessica,” he whispered and kissed my face, my mouth, my
eyes, throat. “
Jess
. God you’re beautiful.” He buried his face into my
hair. “How could you have chosen me?”

I reached for him, dug my fingers into his hair and pulled
him down to kiss me. I didn’t even know who’d won. Maybe we both had. Jonah
straddled my hips and shivered against my mouth, but this kiss wasn’t the
hungry, desperate kiss of a man drowning. It was slower, softer. I whispered
his name against his mouth and he responded by licking my tongue and sinking
his body against mine.

“I want to see you, all of you.”

I groaned,
no
. No, he couldn’t do this to me. Not
now. Not when we were so close. I broke the kiss and turned my face away. He
couldn’t want this, didn’t know what he was asking. Not after what had just
happened, how perfect it had been.

“Trust me, Jonah, please. You don’t want that. Keep me just
like this. If you want this as much as I do, you won’t ask this of me.”

He dropped his head, buried his face into the crook of my
neck. His breath there was hot against my skin. “I hate that there’s any part
of you barred to me. Trust me, Jessica…Jess… nothing is going to stop me from
taking you again, tonight, in the morning. Every night. I haven’t felt this,
not this, in a very long time.” He leaned up, met my eyes in the darkness. The
way the moonlight hit them, they were so green.

“Trust me,” he begged. And I did.

I closed my eyes, swallowed. Nodded, because I couldn’t do
it myself, wouldn’t be able to do it myself. He took the bottom of my tank top
and slid it up my torso until it was over my head and dropped it off the bed. The
cool ocean air from the window licked my exposed skin, more naked than I had
ever been. I kept my eyes closed, too afraid of his reaction when he saw the
soft, slightly raised crisscrossing scars that made a roadmap of my belly up to
the underside of my breasts. Time had lightened them, but they were still
there, still making me so terribly imperfect. He went still, silent. I couldn’t
even hear his breathing and every second that past killed me.

And then he lowered his mouth to my belly and kissed me
there, once, twice, traced scars from my belly button up to my breasts with the
tip of his tongue and the whole of me exploded.

He spent ages down there kissing me, exploring the scars no
one but me and my doctors had ever touched. Minutes ago this was the ugliest
part of me, the thing I was most ashamed of, but when he stroked my skin with
his hands, his mouth, moaned my name against my lower belly, I was beautiful.
More beautiful than Eva McCallister. I was his, exploring the sensation of my
own skin for the very first time.

He kissed his way up the swell of my breast, to my mouth,
and for one deep, passionate moment, he kissed me and I kissed him back. He
broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine.

“I’m enraptured by you, all of you. Never hide from me
again. Not me. Promise me, Jessica. Promise me you’ll never be ashamed of this
again. You’re too beautiful and I want all of you.”

“Yes, yes, I promise,” I moaned, tears threatening my eyes.
He kissed them away, pulled me up so he could unhook my bra and release my
breasts. He made a tiny sound at the back of his throat and lowered me back to
the bed so he could touch them, fondle them, worship them.

We lay like that for hours. He spent most of it exploring
me, kissing every inch of my body, especially the ones no one else had ever
seen. “Good,” he said, taking one of my nipples into his mouth to suck on, to
play with between his teeth. “They are mine now. Only mine. Promise me, Jess.”

“I promise, who else would I sneak out to see?” I kissed his
ear, sucked the lobe playfully. He groaned and reciprocated by trading one
breast for the other so he’d be out of reach of my mouth.

“That insufferable asshole who has been your shadow since he
arrived. It’s made me crazy, the way his eyes undress you.”

I grinned, loving the way he lapped at my breast with his
tongue, cupping it in his hand. “Good, you deserve to be a little jealous after
everything you put me through.”

“These,” he said, grabbing handfuls of each breast. They
were too big for his whole hand, something I was sure would be a flaw when he
saw them. “These are my favorite things in the whole world. How have I lived so
long without them?” I laughed and he captured my laughter with his mouth. He
was so light, light as air, the hardness a very distant memory. It was just us
in the world.

Jonah sighed against the swell of my breast, kissed his way
to my nipple. “This is a terrible idea, it always has been. You got out of my
sister’s car in those little shorts, all tousled and messy and completely
unkempt and I was done for. I thought I was hallucinating you on the beach,
like I’d wished you into existence. You have no idea.”

“My turn.” I pushed him off me and climbed onto his hips so
his cock was trapped against me. He groaned and rubbed himself up against me.
“Maybe you did wish me into existence. Maybe that’s why I’m here.”

“Jess, oh,” he sighed and started a slow rhythmic movement
between my legs. I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. “You are so
bad for me. If my father found out what I was doing with you, Jesus,
to you
…”

“Not him, Jonah. Of all people not to bring in here.”

“No, listen to me, Jess. This is important. If he found out
about this, I don’t know what he’d do. You’re younger than I am by five years.
You’re my sister’s best friend. You’re still in college…it wouldn’t be well
accepted. Do you understand? We can only keep this a secret so long before
someone notices. Before that asshole touches you and I’m forced to break his
arm for it.”

“Before Eva McCallister takes her bikini top off for you?”

He laughed and urged his hips up into me again. “Already
tried. I told her no.”

This surprised me. “You told her no?”

“All I wanted was to get the hell off that boat and
somewhere alone with you. We’re vacationing in the woods. Do you know how many
places we can sneak away to?”

“Mmm,” I put my hands on his shoulders, kissed his mouth,
kissed his chest. His breath quickened when I reached between us and took his
cock in my hand. “I’ve never had sex in the woods before.”

“
Jessica
…” he warned, and exhaled as I positioned his
cock under me and began the agonizing creep back onto it. We both groaned when
he slid inside, everything still so tender and sensitive. “You just can’t get
enough, can you?”

“Nope. So about taking me out to the woods…?”

He grinned and thrust up into me. I reciprocated by rising
up and lowering myself down on him slowly. Our bodies were slick with sweat and
cum and we slid against each other deliciously. “There are a lot of places all
over the world I’d like to take you. And take you. And take you.”

All over the world. That meant beyond the next week and a
half. I hadn’t considered such a thing, hadn’t allowed myself to anyway. The
idea that this could keep happening, that I could see Jonah Silver again was an
intoxicating idea. I bit my bottom lip and urged myself up and down on him
faster.

“Give me that,” he ordered and pulled my face down to kiss
me. He sucked at my bottom lip, bit it gently.

“I can keep a secret, Jonah. I’ll play nice.”

He growled and slapped my ass, but not hard. I liked the
sound it made. “You can’t be nice. You’re the naughtiest girl I’ve ever met.”

“I guess I just can’t help myself around you.”

“Then there’s no hope our secret will be kept for long.” He
took my wrists and rolled me over onto my back without so much as sliding out.
He pushed my knees up and spent a lovely long time sliding in and out of me,
concentrating on kissing me and touching my body. We came again, softer this
time, to his fingertips on my breasts and my hands on his back. The heaviness
of his body was thrilling. He was right, I didn’t know how I’d keep myself away
from him under the sun and only enjoy him long after it had set.

We were in trouble.

Jonah walked me back to my cabin, our fingers intertwined
like teenagers. It was very early and since breakfast with the Silvers was more
of a brunch affair, we didn’t think we’d be seen by anyone. Shannon’s bed was
neatly made and empty, so was mine, so I snuck in and grabbed some clothes and
my shower kit. Jonah kissed me against the rough wall before we made it out
again.

“I have to shower, I’m so gross.” I laughed and pushed him
back, but this only made him more insistent he have my mouth against his.

“Then let me help. I like showers.” We both glanced at the
communal shower building and neither of us could get to it fast enough. We
flipped the occupied sign on and locked the door. The room was big and round
with shower heads in a half circle. We struggled clumsily to get undressed as fast
as possible. I was still kicking off my jeans when he took me around the waist
and lifted me against the wall.

The feeling of his hot body pressing me into the cool tiles
was delicious. He kissed me, and fought to get the shower to turn on at the
same time. The water shot us with a rain of cold, making us both scream and
laugh before he fixed the knob on hot.

The water made us quickly slippery. He pushed me against the
wall and took out my soap, lathered it between his hands with a wicked look in
his eyes.

“Do you want to play, Jessica?”

“God, yes.” The water made rain down my face and shoulders.
He took my hand and guided me to grasp the low wall that separated each shower
space, only about waist high. He positioned himself behind me, rubbed his
slippery fingers between my legs.

“Tell me if you don’t like it, do you understand?”

The water, hot now, steamed around us and fell like rain
along my back to meet the space between us. He rubbed his length along me and I
moaned in response. I had no idea why he’d think I wouldn’t like him inside of
me.

“Yes, I understand.”

“God, Jess, you are too much. I’ve never met someone so
eager. Show me you want it, push me inside of you.” He slid his soapy fingers
down my hips and positioned himself like a hard rod between my legs. I obeyed
and worked my hips backwards until I pushed him inside of me. “That’s it Jess,
keep it just like that.”

I closed my eyes, my skin electrified by the water, by his
voice, by his hands. I worked back and forth, sliding him in and out, quickly
then slow. I could hear him gasping and panting with the effort of not taking
over and having me against the wall, but he held back, let me do the work. I
moaned as the pressure inside me increased each time I pumped him in and out. I
had all the power here; he was giving me full control of his pleasure. It was
intoxicating and made me mad with lust for him. When I sped up and couldn’t
stop, couldn’t slow down, desperate to feel him come inside me, he touched his
soapy finger against my clit and my whole body jerked and bucked in surprise.