His Absolute Proposal: An Illicit Billionaire Love Story (Elise, #3) (19 page)

"You need to pretend you're asleep now," I said.  "Alright?"

He closed his eyes, then smirked.  "Ordering me to shut up and close my eyes, and now politely requesting I pretend I'm asleep?" he asked.

"Shhh," I said.  "Good boy.  Let me just give you a little good night kiss."

At that, I wriggled between his legs after pushing them apart, and leaned down low, offering the crown of his erection a soft, chaste kiss.  I suppose it wasn't exactly chaste, because, um... I was pressing my lips against his cock, but it was about as chaste as that sort of thing was going to get.  Which was to say, not at all, and I decided to just not even try to act chaste shortly thereafter.

I spread my lips and licked at the tiny slit at the very tip of Lucent's cockhead, then opened my mouth further and kissed my way down.  These were kisses of a different sort, with him moving further and further into my mouth, while my lips wrapped around his shaft, further and further down, downwards, more...

I licked and kissed and sucked my way down Lucent's cock, then lifted my head back up.  As silently promised, he kept his eyes closed the entire time, but the look on his face said so many things; wonderful, sexy, and erotic things.  I liked the way he pursed his lips slightly, and how he had his jaw clenched, tightening the muscles in his face.  I always thought Lucent looked handsome, but I especially liked him when he was concentrating on something sexual.  He had different methods and modes of concentration, but this one was the one I enjoyed most.

Also, I was quite happy to report we'd moved from the playfully curious stage of his erection to the "I am going to fuck you, Miss Tanner" stage.  I stroked his shaft slowly up and down, then a tiny bit faster.

"Can I do it fast?" I asked.  "I wanted to earlier but you stopped me, so can I now?"

Lucent winked open one eye.  He sighed and shook his head in defeat.  "I don't know why you enjoy that so much," he said.

"Because it's something I'm good at," I countered, haughty.  I really was, I was good at this.

"We could spend hours in bed satisfying each other sexually, and all you want to do is get me off as quickly as you can," he said, sighing and shaking his head again.  "Miss Tanner, Miss Tanner, Miss Tanner."

"You do it to me, too," I said.  "You do!  Don't deny it, Lucent.  You like to make me cum with your fingers or your mouth or something else, and you don't even have sex with me after."

"I most certainly have sex with you after," he said.

"Not always," I said.  "I mean, most of the time eventually you do, but I remember one time at Landseer Tower you just randomly threw me onto your desk, hiked up my skirt, brought me to orgasm, and then while I was still reeling and trying to figure out what was going on, you helped me down, fixed my skirt, and told me you needed to leave to attend a meeting."

"Yes, well, it was going to be a dreadfully boring meeting and I needed some mental imagery to pass the time.  I must say, you provided me with that quite adequately, too."

"Oh, you're in for it now, Lucent.  Adequate?  Is that what I am?"

"Not you, Miss Tanner.  Your orgasms."

"I think my orgasms are much more than adequate," I said, baring my teeth and pretending to growl at him.  "I think they're above average."

"Possibly," Lucent said.  "Though possibly not, as well.  Shall we make a wager?"

"Yes," I said.  "And I'm going to win it, whatever it is."

He turned to the bedside table, glancing at the digital clock.  "You have one minute to do your best to me, Miss Tanner.  Elsewise I shall pull you off of me and pin you to this bed and have my way with you for hours and hours and hours, slowly, at my leisure.  I will take as many adequate orgasms as I like from your perfect body that seems so willing to oblige me in every way, and you won't be able to say or do anything against it, because you will be mine to do with as I wish until I let you free."

"So you're betting that I can't make you cum in a minute, and if I lose you're going to make me yours and have your way with me for as long as you like?" I asked.

"Yes," Lucent said.  "Exactly that, Miss Tanner.  I hope you'll consider if you truly want to win this bet."

"If I win, you have to admit that my orgasms aren't just adequate, though.  You have to tell me they're really good."

"Superb, even," Lucent added.  "Sublime, above average, and exceptional."

"Yes, all of that."

Lucent nodded, agreeing.  "Very well."

We waited.  Sort of.  Lucent and I kept our eyes partially glued to the clock, waiting for it to start a new minute.  I idly stroked him, keeping him hard and ready for when the time came.  It didn't take long, just a few seconds, and then...

As soon as the minute changed, I began.  I stroked him slowly, gently, not putting much effort into it at all.  One second of that, then another, and then three.  Lucent grinned at me, clearly pleased with my decision not to go all out, my presumed giving in to him and accepting that I wanted him to have his way with me once a minute passed.

I let him believe this for about five seconds or so.  Then I sprang into action.

The thing about Lucent was that perhaps I didn't know every single thing about him, but I knew his body better than anyone.  I enjoyed prolonging sex, and I liked us taking our time together, but that didn't mean I didn't know how to enjoy a quick, frantic session with him, as well.  There was a time and a place for everything, even different types of sex.  Making love throughout the entirety of a long weekend, or a quickie in his office before both of us needed to go back to work; I enjoyed both for different reasons.

I loved Lucent, and I loved being his.  I would enjoy giving in to him, letting him have his way with me for hours, hearing myself beg him to stop tormenting me, pleading with him to bring me to climax, whimpering as he toyed with my folds, using his cock as a tool against me, teasing and tempting me, occasionally thrusting into me only to remove himself completely and then kiss lightly up my thigh to my knee to my toes.  Not all of Lucent's BDSM things involved a modicum of pain; some of them weren't painful at all.  Or, denying me pleasure and making me beg him for it wasn't the same sort of painful as spanking and hair pulling was, at least.

I liked those things, yes, but I also liked winning.  And, my orgasms weren't just adequate!

L
ucent lost.  I knew he would lose, and I think he knew he would lose, too, which was why he attempted to play his little word games with me and convince me to let him win.  Well, Mr. Storme, it didn't work.  I won, and I was very happy to.

I didn't know exactly how much time had passed, but it wasn't even a full minute before I had my handsome, arrogant lover grunting, begging me to slow down, except, no, not at all.  I wouldn't fall for that.  He was trying to stall!  I stroked him faster, then moved in for the kill.  My tongue flickered against the underside of his cockhead.  He'd told me this trick under strict confidentiality, but apparently this was one of the most sensitive areas of a man's cock.  Innocuous seeming, and mostly quite ordinary, but... no, it was nothing of the sort.

I stroked and tormented him with my hand all while licking fast, tongue lashing and lapping against his most sensitive spot.  For added good measure, I took his balls in one hand and squeezed and rolled them in my fingers.

Lucent lost.  Oh, yes, he lost.  He lost our bet and he lost himself completely.  His hips bucked up off the bed in one final effort to either delay the inevitable or to gain as much pleasure as he could before his impending doom.  His body shuddered and I felt his thighs tighten, crushing against me, but it was all over soon.  His beautifully erotic cock twitched and tensed along with his legs, then a brilliant white jet of his cum shot up and out.  One, then another, a third, followed by tiny spasms, more and more.  I didn't give in or give up, though, oh no.

Lucent was mine, and I'd won this bet.  I checked the clock just to make sure, and, yes, it was still the same minute as when we'd started.  I stroked him slower now, squeezing and milking him, delighted at the gentle pulsing of his cock sending little spurts of his cum out, white cream falling down across my hands and fingers.  Lucent collapsed on the bed, spent, but, no, I wasn't done with him yet.

"Lucent?" I said, doing my best to sound sweet and demure.

He opened his eyes to gaze at me, his expression happy yet exhausted.  "Yes?"

I took my hands away from his cock and licked at my cum-covered fingertips.  "I like how you taste."

He groaned, then laughed, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head.  "I'm going to get you back for this," he said.

"When?" I asked.

"Soon," he said.  "Tonight."

"Well, that's perfectly well and good, but I think you made a promise to me first, and I hope you won't go back on your word."

"Miss Tanner, I was being a fool and a liar before.  Your orgasms are the most exquisite and wonderful things I've ever laid eyes on.  Just witnessing your beauty and passion in the seconds before you lose yourself to the throes of climax is one of the most mesmerizing and erotic scenes I have ever witnessed.  Watching you finally give in to pleasure is thrilling beyond belief.  When I have the wonderful good fortune to be on the receiving end, feeling you press and wrap your erotic beauty around my erection, I can only describe such vision and sensation as perfect bliss."

Um... well... I... I stared at him, blushing, unsure what to say.  "Are you just saying that because I won our bet?" I asked.

"No," Lucent said with a lazy smile.  "I said all of that because it's absolutely true."

***

L
ucent and I cuddled in bed, because Lucent and I liked to cuddle in bed.  There really wasn't much more to it than that.  That was probably the thing I liked most about our relationship; we didn't argue much because we accepted the things we liked.  Except... well, we hadn't argued much, until somewhat recently.  I didn't know how I felt about that, but I didn't think I liked it.  We'd talked about it, though, and...

"Did my father actually tell you that I'm stubborn?" Lucent asked while I nuzzled up against him.

"Yes," I said.  "Also, he told me that he and your mother want you to settle down with someone and give them grandbabies."

"My father certainly did not say that he wanted grandbabies," Lucent said.  "Grandchildren, or perhaps even as far as grandkids.  I'm finding the veracity of your claims highly contentious now, Miss Tanner.  You aren't lying to me, are you?"

He said this, but he asked it with a sly grin, gently teasing me.  I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, to which he replied with an attempted nip to the tip.  I returned my tongue to the safety of my mouth; safe now, until Lucent decided to wrestle control of it away from me with a passionate kiss, at least.

"Fine," I said, playfully huffy.  "He didn't say grandbabies; I did.  He said basically the same thing in his own words, though.  Also, he said he would like for you to be happy, Lucent.  And he doesn't want you to be so stubborn and indifferent, I guess.  I don't know how to explain all of this to you."

Lucent kissed me quick.  "If I have properly assessed the meaning to the conversation you had with him, he hopes that in the future I'll act the way I currently act with you.  Correct?"

"Well, I don't want to brag or anything, but yes.  Mostly it's because I'm perfect, and it's obvious my perfection is rubbing off on you."

Lucent smiled with his eyes, a slight twinkle, both growing wider, larger.  "Really now, Miss Tanner?"

I turned away from him and bit my lip.  "Mhm."

"I must admit, I'd love to rub something off on you, if you know what I mean.  Mostly because you're perfect."

"No, Lucent, I have no idea what you mean.  Can you please explain it in more detail?"

"Yes, of course," he said with a grin.  Lucent slipped away from me for a moment, sliding himself on top of me.  His hands moved to my sides, pinning my hips to the bed.  His lips hovered just above the tip of my nose, warm, soft breath washing over me.

"I want to place my hand here," Lucent said, moving one hand from my hip to my pants-covered crotch.  "You are perfect all over, Miss Tanner, but I admit to having an obscene fascination with this particular part of your perfection.  And then I want to do this."  Above my borrowed jeans, pressing tight against my sex, he slid a wandering finger up and down my slit.  "I want to rub," he said.  "There.  Until, like a genie in a bottle, you'll scream out to me that you'll grant me any three wishes my heart desires."

This was... well, this was silly Lucent, but also sexy Lucent.  Silly sexy Lucent?  I liked it; he made my heart quicken and my lips smile, laughter bubbling up, giddy and gleeful.  "Only three wishes?" I asked him, coy.

"I only need three," he said.  Without prompting, he added, "First, I want you.  All of you, Miss Tanner.  Your love, your body, your affection, your mind and your thoughts, your curiosity and your devotion.  I want all of that, all of you, forever.  Second, I want to make my parents happy by giving them what they'd like.  I want them to know that I've found a woman I wish to spend the rest of my life with.  Finally, third, perhaps we could work on those grandbabies you mentioned previously."

His finger continued to slide up and down, now not only quickening my racing heart, but doing quite a good job of quickening my arousal, too.  Hm... he wanted all of me?  And some grandbabies?  I supposed I could help indulge him with that.  Not now, not immediately, because I was still technically on birth control, but that's what trial runs were for, right?  Practice makes perfect?

Instead of that, instead of agreeing and living in the moment, my mind wandered, curiosity quickening as fast as my pulse and my arousal, and I said something dumb.  "I don't think you can wish for love.  That's one of the rules, isn't it?  No bringing people back from the dead, no wishing for love, and no wishing for more wishes."

Lucent stared at me, more than grinning.  I couldn't even begin to describe the look on his face.  He looked like he wanted to kiss me and laugh and make love to me all at once; which, I should add, was quite a wonderful look, indeed.