All That He Loves (Volume 2 The Billionaires Seduction) (16 page)

But I noticed once again that he still hadn’t said it.

I wiped my eyes. “Okay… but I don’t want you to say it again… not until you really mean it.”

“But I
did
mean – ”

“Until you can say it and really,
really
mean it and not feel freaked out when you say it,” I clarified with a sniffle. “Okay?”

He grinned. “Deal.”

Deal.

Ol’ buddy, ol’ pal.

Ugh.

I sighed. I sounded forlorn and beaten down, even to me. “So, can I go with you to New York?”

He winced. “I… I really need a little time…”

Oh Christ, why didn’t he just plunge a knife in my heart and get it over with?

My eyes must have been threatening to overflow again because he hurriedly added, “Just a day – just a day to clear my head, to get some perspective. There’s been so much stress, so much going
on
– I just – can you do that for me? Can you give me that? One day? That’s all I ask, just one day.”

It wasn’t unreasonable.

It was sort of heartbreaking, but it wasn’t unreasonable.

I wiped my eyes and nodded, then forced a smile. “In most relationships, people
do
go home at some point in the first, oh, five or six days.”

I didn’t bring up the fact that I’d
already
gone home the
last
time he’d broken my heart.

He chuckled and softly wiped my tears away again. “Most relationships don’t have to contend with blackmail and psychotic exes, either.”

“Only the boring ones,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

I couldn’t help but smile to hear him so happy.

Then he turned serious, and peered into my eyes as he cradled my face. “Are we okay?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, but I forced a smile and nodded.

He leaned in and kissed me, and it was so sweet and lovely that it almost erased all of my doubts and hurt.

Almost.

From sweet and lovely, the kiss flowed naturally into something else.

Longing.

Desire.

His lips were sticky and salty from the tears on my face, and they radiated heat as they slid sensually across mine.

I didn’t want him to go.

I wanted him to stay with me.

I opened my mouth and invited him in.

He hesitated the slightest bit… but then his tongue slowly parted my lips, and the heat behind the kiss doubled.

I moaned slightly as his tongue found mine and softly caressed me, explored me, filled me.

He raised up his right hand and caressed my neck. I could feel the pulse of my heartbeat under his fingers as they pressed insistently into my skin.

Then he let his hand drift down to the open ‘V’ of my robe, pulling apart the folds of cloth. One finger traced my cleavage, slowly parting my breasts… and then he moved his fingers beneath the cloth, finding my nipple already stiff and aching. He played with it, stroking it, caressing it – and then he cupped my breast, fondling it, holding it in his palm, playing with its weight, gradually squeezing it more roughly, more intensely. And all the while he was kissing me deep and hot and slow and sensually, enough to make my head spin.

Then his hand came out of my robe and I felt a second’s sadness and loss – until I felt both his hands under my thighs, pulling me up, forcing me to stand, shifting my weight until I was straddling him. Even through my robe I could feel the stiffness in his pants, and I pressed my body against him, wanting to feel more.

He never stopped kissing me the entire time. His hands hurriedly fumbled with the knot on the robe’s belt and pulled the folds back, exposing my naked body to him.

Then he broke off the kiss and looked me in the eye. He seemed wary and contrite, like he was about to ask me something he felt bad about. “If you don’t want to – ”

My only answer was to shrug the robe completely off my arms, take his head in my hands, and pull him to my breast.

His mouth enveloped my nipple and sucked at it greedily, his tongue circling it and lapping at it and then sucking again. All I could do was arch my head back and moan. His hands moved around and pulled the robe completely off me, out from under my legs. His fingers found my ass and cupped the cheeks, grasping them, kneading them, pulling me closer into him, my pelvis grinding into his stiff cock still hidden beneath his pants.

As he switched to my other breast and sucked and swirled his tongue, I fumbled blindly with his belt, groping with his zipper. All the while my fingers ran up and down his exquisitely long, thick shaft.

After half a minute of my fumbling, he finally pulled away and allowed me to undo his pants. I had to struggle to yank them and his boxers down far enough, but when I did, his cock was fully exposed, ramrod straight against his belly, thick and pink and beautiful. Not even thinking, I put out one hand and just let my fingers drift down its length, the way I would want to touch a $30,000 fur in a store, just to see what it felt like.

He groaned and tilted his head back, and I moved my fingers gently up to the tip, which was wet with his pre-cum. A silver strand looped from the engorged head to his washboard abs. I traced along the ridges of his muscles, feeling the slippery wetness of his juices on his tan skin. As the tips of my fingers drifted down his rock-hard stomach, my wrist pushed aside his shaft, moving it a few inches to the side – which provoked a single contraction. His cock pulsed once, growing even thicker, the head becoming even more swollen, and another clear bead of his pre-cum welled up from the tip.

I guess it was too much for him, because he seized me by the hip with one hand, angled his cock out with the other, and positioned the wet tip between my thighs, right at my swollen lips.

Ohhhhhh God that felt gooooood

I slowly lowered my body, letting myself glide down his cock, taking him all the way inside me.

I moaned as he went deeper, inch by inch, slowly filling me up.

He was silent the entire time, though his eyes were wild and fixed on my pussy, fascinated, as he watched his entire shaft slowly disappear inside me.

I slowly, slooooowly sank down on him until he was all the way inside me, and my thighs were settled on his. And then I began to rock and grind, feeling him deep inside me, the lovely girth of the thickest part of his shaft pressing against my lips and heightening my pleasure.

He groaned, too, and pulled my upper body closer to him. One hand grasped each of my breasts, and he crushed them together and proceeded to suck and lick at one nipple, then slide his tongue wetly across my skin to the other, sucking and nibbling, then moving between them, a continuous wet streak of erotic pleasure back and forth across my chest.

I gasped and groaned. With my upper body that close to him, I couldn’t grind the way I wanted to – but I was enjoying his frenzied lust too much to stop him. I wrapped my arms around his head, keeping his mouth on my breasts, and began to move up and down on his shaft, feeling it slide out, the pleasure decreasing the tiniest bit… and then I lowered down until it was deep inside me. Raising up and then plunging down, over and over, feeling the shock of his thickness suddenly fill me. I was in total control. I began to go a little bit further up, then plunge down harder, again and again, farther and faster, until I was bouncing up and down on his cock, slapping my thighs against his, feeling him suck and nibble and lick my breasts, hearing him groan as he clutched at me like a dying man with one chance to live.

But as good as it felt, I wasn’t close to coming.

I could only get to a certain level… but no more.

It didn’t feel like before.

It wasn’t like last night.

I closed my eyes and imagined how he had looked at me when he whispered,
I love you.

I remembered the tears coursing down my face – not from sadness, but joy – and how I had said it back:
I love you, too… I love you…

I remembered how his eyes had never left mine as he feverishly thrust inside me, filling me up, but never breaking my gaze:
I love you, Lily, Jesus God I love you…

That was all I imagined as my head tilted back and I kept fucking him on that couch: the night before when we had made love, and all I had heard was
I love you.

That was enough.

I felt my pleasure build and rise. I thought about him kissing me and I went higher, my heart swelling fit to burst, as I imagined him inside me whispering
I love you
into my ear –

And then I came.

Overpowering and amazing and sweet and all-consuming, because in my ears I heard
I love you, Lily, I love you, I love you,
mingling with my own moans of pleasure –

And then I heard his groan and cry, and felt him swell and burst inside me.

After a few more seconds, after his cries died away, I stopped plunging down on him. Weak and exhausted, my legs trembling, I settled down on his lap, opened my eyes, and looked at him for the first time in almost a minute.

He was grinning up at me, his eyes half-closed, his head resting back on the sofa.

“Jesus, that was amazing,” he whispered hoarsely.

I smiled sadly – I wonder if he knew that it was a sad smile? – and kissed him tenderly on his lips.

I felt a little bad that I hadn’t been with him in the moment. That – for the first time ever with him – I had had to think of something else in order to come.

I’d had to think of another Connor, the one from last night.

The one who hadn’t been afraid to say that he loved me.

I sat there on top of him, kissing him, not wanting to let him go –

– until someone banged on the penthouse door.

Sebastian’s voice was muffled and far away. “I’m assuming from what I heard that the big finale is over. We need to get a move-on.”

“Oh my God,” I cried out, and pulled the robe up around my naked body, even though Sebastian was on the other side of the door and nobody could see us.

“Really bad timing, Sebastian!” Conner shouted over my shoulder.

“Actually, sixty seconds ago would have been far worse.”

“Give us a few minutes!” Connor snapped, then added, “And you’re
still
not going!”

“DAMN IT, Connor!” Sebastian yelled, exactly like a spoiled four-year-old.

I could have sworn I heard a foot stamping on the ground.

‘A few minutes’ turned into ten as Connor changed his clothes. I stood there in my robe, watching him in the lamplight from beside the bed, enjoying the show.

He was teasing me, though I didn’t realize it at first. He took off all his clothes – ALL of them, even his socks – and stood there buck naked in the massive walk-in closet, the shadows etching grooves in his muscular back and arms and thighs, all under the pretext that he was looking for something to wear. Then he glanced over his shoulder, looked me up and down – and gave me a wink and a smoldering grin.

“That’s just cruel,” I said as I crept up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him lightly on his back.

“You looked like you were enjoying the view,” he said as he went back to selecting a new suit.

Bastard.

Two could play at that game.

I loosened the belt of my robe, let it fall open, and rubbed my naked skin against his backside. His firm, muscular, sculpted ass pressed against my belly, and I slowly caressed my breasts against his back.

Not only that, but I put my arms around his waist and let my fingers play blindly with his large, dangling cock.

It didn’t stay dangling for long.

But it
did
get larger.

“Hey,” he laughed as he turned around and kissed me. I could feel his lips grinning against mine before he pulled back. “You keep that up, I’m not going to get dressed for a long while.”

I felt his cock straining against my body as it got longer and harder – but it still pointed downward, desperate to stand up straight.

I caressed it softly with my fingertips. “I wouldn’t mind.”

He laughed and stepped away. Finally freed, his shaft bounced up and quickly rose, straight and hard, with every pulse of his heartbeat.

“Yeah, well, then Sebastian actually
will
come barging in,” he said as he stepped into a new pair of underwear and slid them over his muscled, gorgeous legs. He had to position his erection flat against his belly as he pulled the boxers into place, and still the pink head peeked out several inches past the waistband.

I watched greedily until he turned away and slipped on a white shirt and began buttoning it.

“He works for
you.
Just order him to stay out,” I pouted.

“Yeah,
that
won’t work. He’d make a scene anyway just to spite me for not taking him to New York.”

His words stung like alcohol on an open wound – though I don’t think he recognized how they applied to
me
.

Shrug it off,
I told myself.

“Why
aren’t
you taking him?” I asked. “He’s right, it makes more sense for him to be there with you.”

“Johnny has to go with me,” Connor said as he slipped on his pants.

“Well,
yeah,
” I said, as though it were patently obvious.

“And I don’t like leaving you here alone.”

“Then take me with you,” I whispered.

He glanced over his shoulder – a wary look, unsure what I was going to do next.

I dropped my eyes. “Never mind. Sorry.”

He shrugged on a jacket and kissed me – briefly, lightly, but
not
passionately – on his way over to the bed.

“It’s just one day,” he said as he sat down and pulled on the socks… though his eyes lingered on my body.

I realized I still had the robe open and was flashing him. But I wasn’t in the mood for coy little games anymore, so I folded it around me and tied the belt.

“I know,” I muttered.

He slipped on his shoes, then came over and kissed me again for real.