The Billionaires Club (5 page)

***

It's Thursday night, and I'm in Anders'
suite on my knees taking everything Stephanie said to heart. I'm
also taking Anders' cock into my mouth, sucking it like it's the
last dick I'll ever see.

Timid Tessa went away, and carnal Tessa
came out to play. Almost the second we stepped into the elevator
together, I took the initiative to be the aggressor. I had his dick
out of his pants before we even reached the top floor, not caring
who saw us on camera or if the elevator stopped before we reached
our destination. He seemed blown away by my new-found fervor. Now
he's just getting blown.

“
Holy shit,” he pants as he
grabs a fistful of my hair. His back is pressed against the front
door of his suite. That's as far as I allowed him to go before I
took what I wanted.

I use only my mouth to pleasure him,
glancing up into his eyes now and then as I bob back and forth,
feeling him swell in my mouth. He mumbles from time to time about
how good it is, but he never presses me for more, giving me full
control.

I cup his heavy balls in one hand and
start stroking him with the other, squeezing and milking him into
my mouth. He rewards me with the first drop of pre-seed. He smells
and tastes exquisite, just like a man should. I find myself getting
lost in sucking him off. Never before have I wanted to please a man
so badly, to impress one so badly. I'm sure a thousand women have
sucked his dick before, but I want this time to be memorable. I
have to make it memorable. I don't want him to forget
me.

“
You look so sexy,” he tells
me as he brushes my hair away from my face.

I sit back and flick my tongue across
the tip, then ring it around the ridges of his cock head before
taking him into my mouth again and moaning. The sound seems to
reverberate through him, and he matches it with a groan of his
own.

“
Your cock tastes so good,”
I whisper against his sensitive glans before plunging him to the
back of my throat.

“
Fuck.” His hands are in my
hair again, and I can tell it's taking everything in him not to
force me down on his cock.

“
Do it,” I beg him. “You
know you want to fuck my face.”

It's all the invitation he needs. I sit
back and enjoy the ride as he renders my jaw every bit as sore as
he made my pussy. His hands are on both sides of my head, forcing
his meaty length down my throat. I love it when he takes control
like this, when he loses himself completely. In these brief
moments, I feel like he truly belongs to me.

My gag reflex goes off, and I silently
curse myself for being so inexperienced. Sucking cock has never
really been something I've craved. But somehow, with Anders, it's
different. Ever since that first night, I've wanted him in every
hole I have. The thought of making him come absolutely thrills
me.

“
Yeah baby,” I mumble around
his thickness as I feel him painting the back of my throat with
more of his pre-seed.

“
Fuck yeah,” he breaths, his
voice full of lust.

His breathing is absolutely ragged, and
I know he's about reached his limit. He bucks into me a few more
times before pulling away and releasing his load on the wall next
to me. I feel like one of those people at the circus who has to
stand still while knives are being thrown at them. Briefly, I
wonder why he didn't come in my mouth.

“
Holy shit.” He places his
hand against the wall and braces himself while the last few drops
leave his gorgeous little slit. I lean forward and lap them up,
licking him clean. “You're so fucking amazing.”

“
I would have let you come
in my mouth, you know.” I pout up at him as if I'm disappointed
that he didn't.

“
It said on your sheet that
you don't swallow.”

That one sentence brings me back down
to earth, pulls me completely out of the fantasy. I remember that
I'm his client, not his lover. Tomorrow, another woman will be on
her knees in front of him.

The thought sends unpleasant emotion
racing through me, and for as much as I promised myself I'd live in
the moment, that I'd enjoy everything The Billionaires Club has to
offer, that moment has passed. Now all I can think about are my own
morals and why this was a horrible idea.

“
You gave me mine, now I'm
going to give you yours,” he tells me, a devilish smirk twisting
his perfect lips. He's so ridiculously handsome that I feel myself
melting again. But I can't let that happen. This. Being with him.
It's slowly chipping away at me. I can't keep doing
this.

“
This is all I want
tonight,” I say firmly, standing and placing my hand against his
chest to push him away.

“
But it's not all I want,”
he says, pulling me into his arms to kiss a trail across my jaw.
He's so strong that it's hard to resist him.

“
I thought this was all
about me?”

“
It is all about you.” He
pushes the straps of my dress over and down my shoulder, beckoning
my breasts to pop out.

“
And I said I'm done for the
night. You should save your energy for tomorrow's girl,” my tone is
injected with bitterness.

“
I have plenty of energy
left for you.” He continues to kiss my neck, and each touch of his
lips is absolutely heavenly. Why does everything he does have to
feel so good?

“
Stop. Just stop,” I say
finally.

He looks up at me, and his expression
is confused. “Why? What's wrong?”

“
I really don't think I can
do this anymore.” I push the straps of my dress back up and then
wrap my arms around myself protectively.

“
Why not?” As he asks me the
question, his eyes go dark, and I worry that he's about to advance
on me again. A large part of me wants him to. I can only resist him
for so long.

“
I'm not,” I stutter,
searching for word. “I'm not used to this.”

“
You seem pretty used to
it.” He leans forward to kiss me again, but I put my hand on his
chest to stop him.

“
Stop,” my tone is dead
serious, and I give him my best
you're-starting-to-piss-me-off-look.

He relents with a sigh, “You look like
you need to talk.”

“
I do.”

“
Come on then.” He stuffs
his half-hard cock into his pants, zips up, and leads me into the
living room.

I sit down across from him on the
sectional sofa, continuing to hug myself as I stare out the
floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the rest of the resort. The
moon is high in the sky tonight, casting a soft glow over the
surrounding forest. It looks absolutely magical. This would be the
perfect setting for romance. But what is going on in this room
isn't romance. It's something else. Something dark and desperate
and a bit sad.

“
What's bothering you?” he
asks.

“
I didn't sign up for this,
you know?”

“
For what?”

“
This. The Billionaires
Club. My best friend signed me up for it because she knows I like
romance novels.”

“
That's a generous best
friend.”

“
She is,” I pause. “I
wouldn't have signed up for this.”

“
Are you not enjoying your
time with me?”

“
I am, but I can't adjust to
it. I can't enjoy myself when I know that tomorrow you're going to
be fucking someone else. And the day after that you'll be fucking
someone else. That's why I don't want to see you
anymore.”

The entire time I'm talking, I continue
to stare out the window. I'm not paying attention to him at all.
Not looking at him. I don't even know what he's doing until I hear
soft footsteps and then feel the sofa shift beside me. My heart
quickens as I realize he's sitting right next to me.

He reaches a hand up and tilts my face
towards his. Our eyes meet, and I feel an uneasy desire roll
through me. Just looking at him makes me weak. I hate it, but
there's nothing I can do about it.

“
I want to see you though,”
he tells me.

“
This is all just business
for you. I don't want to be business.”

“
This isn't business for me.
This is pleasure. And I want you to be my pleasure.”

“
I can't.” I shake my
head.

“
I want to see you again,
Tessa. I want to touch you again. Don't you want to touch
me?”

“
More than anything.” It's
not a lie. All I've been able to think about is him. Sleeping with
him awakened something inside of me, something dark and yearning.
My body aches for him. It's aching this very moment. Denying myself
his touch is torturous, but I know it's something I have to do to
keep my sanity.

“
Then enjoy this time with
me like I'm enjoying it with you.”

“
I think I've gotten all the
enjoyment I can out of tonight,” my voice cracks when I laugh, and
I don't even know why I'm laughing. Probably to keep from
crying.

“
Then why don't you get some
sleep, and I'll see you again on Monday.” He leans forward and
kisses my forehead tenderly before standing to lead me to the
door.

***

“
I still don't understand
why you're so conflicted,” Stephanie says to me as we lounge by the
pool the next day. There's a big bowl of grapes between us, and
she's popping one into her mouth. I can hear the skin crack as it
bursts between her teeth.

“
I don't know either. This
should be easy, but it's not,” I sigh, staring up into the blue
sky.

“
Do you have a boyfriend
back home?”

“
No. I've been miserably
single for the past three months.”

“
Then this should be just
the thing you need to lift your spirits.”

“
I've never been one to
rebound.”

“
It's not a rebound. It's
just sex. Lord's sake, everyone has it.”

“
I'm used to just having it
with one person.”

“
And you are just having it
with one person.” She turns and gives me a sarcastic smile, then
casts a glance at Vernon, who has been in her line of fire for the
past thirty minutes. There's no question in my mind what's going to
be taking up the remainder of her afternoon once we leave the
pool.

“
He's not mine though. I'm
sharing him with a million other women.” The thought deflates
me.

“
Even the men you think you
aren't sharing with other women, you probably are. Men as a species
have a hard time being monogamous.”

“
I suppose you're right,” I
sigh. “That's why Jeremy and I broke up.”

“
He cheated on you?” She
quirks an eyebrow at me but doesn't sound surprised.

“
No. He joined the military,
and he said he was worried that the distance between us would drive
us apart. I think he was really worried he'd be tempted while he
was away, or that I would.”

“
Military men are the
worst.” She rolls her eyes before taking another grape from the
bowl. “I should know. I've been married to two of them. Even when
they're retired, they can't seem to keep their dicks in their
pants.
”

“
It killed me when Jeremy
broke up with me. I was so in love. I tried to convince him that
being separated wouldn't turn me to infidelity.”

“
Trust me, honey, it's not
you you need to worry about. Every woman loves a man in uniform.
Mmm Mmm. Too bad they don't have some of them here. Maybe I should
suggest they start another club. The Uniformed Men Club. They could
have firefighters and policemen and military guys.
Oorah!”

I burst out laughing at her, “Oh my
God, Stephanie, you're insatiable.”

“
You're damn right, I am.
I've got a limited amount of time left on this planet, and I'm
going to spend it getting as much hot ass as I can before I
die.”

“
Stephanie!” I put a hand to
my chest, stunned by her use of language. She's a real pill. How I
love hanging out with her. I can't help but wonder if we'll still
be friends after our time at The Billionaires Club is over
with.

“
YOLO, dear.”

“
How do you even know what
that means?” I about die laughing.

“
Grand kids.”

“
You've got to be the most
amazing grandmother ever.”

“
I try.” She smiles
fondly.

“
So what about you? You
don't have a man outside these walls?”

“
Heavens no. It took me five
marriages to realize that marriage doesn't work.”

“
Did they all cheat on you?”
I ask, worrying that my question might offend her.

“
Not all of them. One of
them died on me. The only good one, go figure.”

“
That's
horrible.”

“
It's life. People die. We
don't get to pick when. The last husband was the retired military
guy. I caught him in bed with a woman your age. That's when I
decided I was better off staying single. Besides, with places like
The Billionaires Club, who needs marriage. I can come here and get
my needs met, no strings attached. I don't have to worry about the
men being after my money because they have their own. Plus, it's a
tax write off. Charitable donation,” she gives the words a haughty
sound.