Page 12 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“I—”

I slipped my arm around his neck andpulled him down. When he went in for a kiss, I dodged him, bringingmy lips close to his ear. “No, the thing that shocks you islearning that I want you to come in my mouth and let me gulp downevery drop.”

A shiver went through him.

“I don’t know if you canhandle me,” I went on, and ran the tip of my tongue over the curveof his ear. “You were so sure of yourself before.”

“You’re treading dangerousground,” he warned, leaning back. “Or water, more aptly. But I’vedone things you couldn’t imagine in your wildestfantasies.”

“Myfantasies are pretty wild,” I countered, all the whilethinking,show me. Show me allthose dirty things you’ve done. Do them to me.

He slowly backed me toward the edge ofthe pool. “Have you ever been tied down by three men who touchedyou and fucked you and worked you over with toys and their mouthsuntil you were on the very edge of orgasm, only to have them stopand then do it over and over again, all night long? Keeping you onthe edge but denying you until daylight? Until you were pleadingand begging in tears, promising that you’d do anything if they’dlet you come?”

“Holy fuck,” I eepedout.

“I have,” he said with asmirk.

“Wait, with three men?” HadI found a fellow pansexual?

He nodded. “There were times I had adick in my ass, one in my mouth, and someone’s lips wrapped aroundmy cock.”

I didn’t know how to respond beyond,“I’m glad that happened to you. And that I’m getting to hear aboutit now.”

“Do you still think I’munqualified?”

My back bumped against the wall and thegentle underwater nozzle that produced a current on the surface ofthe pool. “If I say yes, will you tell me anotherstory?”

He grinned. “You liked that one, didyou?”

I nodded, and he boosted me up to siton his knees, to kneel on his thighs. Then he eased them apart,bringing me down so that the jet of water rolled over my bare cunt.I shifted position until it hit my clit directly and patientlywaited for another story.

“I’ve kept a womanrestrained on a Sybian for two hours. By the time she used the safeword, her voice was barely a whisper, she’d screamed so long.” Heslipped a hand between my legs and found my clit. With a practicedthumb, he drew the hood back and exposed my raw nerves to thegentle movement of the water.

“I’ve held parties whereevery available surface was covered in fucking bodies. I’ve beentortured and tormented and experienced pleasure so intense Ithought I would die.”

I whimpered; the slow and steady streamof water over my clit sent piercing shocks through my pelvis, butit wasn’t enough.

“And I’ve given people thatkind of pleasure, Charlotte,” he whispered beside my ear. “I couldgive it to you. All you have to do… is ask for it.”

His teeth pinched my earlobe and Imoaned, “Please.”

I’d assumed I had the control betweenus. After all, I’d initiated everything. I’d been the one to boldlyget naked and extend the invitation. But I suddenly had no power atall; there was no doubt in my mind that everything he’d said wastrue, and I wanted that pleasure he promised more than I wanted towin some kind of playful competition.

The stuff he described put my fewthreesomes to shame.

He lifted me out of the water entirelyand sat me on the ledge. “Spread.”

That one word, that obscene command,gripped my brain and my body responded automatically. I scooted tothe edge and watched in disbelief as he lowered his mouth to myvulva. I stifled a gasp, too aware of how sound carried on quietnight air.

“No,” he admonished me.“You’re not going to stay quiet. I don’t care who overhears you. Iwant people to overhear you. If it’s not the talk of tomorrow’sbreakfast, I didn’t do it right.”

Was he some kind of sex psychic? Thethought of being discovered, of people watching me or hearing meget off, fueled many of my fantasies. Though I knew no one couldsee, he was right, they could probably hear me, at least theupper-floor suites. Every now and then, a raucous laugh drifted upto us from the balconies below. People were still late-nightpartying. They would definitely hear me.

When Matthew’s tongue touched me again,I let go. “Oh fuck!”

I didn’t have to embellisha thing. He swiped his tongue around my already throbbing clit,licking up one side and down the other, never moving his focus tothe tip while I gasped and moaned and squirmed. He pulled my legsover his shoulders, leaving me to lean back on my elbows and, whenthose could no longer hold me up, to lay flat on the cold, bumpytile of the pool deck. His tongue never sped up or slowed down,letting me anticipate the spots I liked best. I tried to move myhips to urge him along, and he gripped them in his big hands tohold me still and tight against his mouth.

Then, as my muscles began to tighten inmy thighs and stomach, as my toes curled, he sucked my clit intohis mouth and tapped it relentlessly with his tongue.

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