Page 17 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

That did it. I shuddered over the edge,a high, thin scream trapped in the back of my throat. When it brokefree, it came out as a wail of satisfaction that shattered thenight air. Somewhere, one of the balconies below, I assumed,someone laughed. So, we were being overheard.

The thought made my kneestremble.

“Keep going,” Matthewcommanded, and I did. I kept my fingers rolling over mytoo-sensitive flesh, little screams escaping me with each hardthrust of his hips. There wasn’t any room between the first orgasmand the next; they blended together into the longest, hardestclimax of my life. He pulled back, still going hard but shallowenough that each thrust sawed back and forth over my G-spot. I feltthe difference in sensation immediately and knew exactly what hewas trying to get my body to do. A larger wave on the sea ofpleasure I had already drowned in cascaded over me, and with it, myown wetness cascaded down my thighs and splattered on thetile.

“Wow.” He chuckledbreathlessly.

“Don’t stop!” I begged,reaching behind me to claw at his thigh.

He drove deep again, bottomed out in mewith a dull pain that cramped my belly. I pushed back to meet him,my vision bursting with red and black fireworks under my tightlyclosed eyelids. I chanted a litany of “fuck me,” and “don’t stop,”and was greeted by a hooting shout of appreciation from whoever itwas listening in.

Filthy. What I was doing, what we weredoing, was absolutely filthy. And I loved every second ofit.

“I’m… I’m…” I gasped,holding onto the chair for support now, more thanbalance.

“Coming?” Matthew suppliedfor me, and I swore I could hear his smirk.

I couldn’t give him a smart answer,though. Another climax tore through me, taking the last of mystamina with it. I sagged against the back of the chair; if hehadn’t been gripping my hips so tightly, I would havecollapsed.

“Don’t forget,” I gasped,pushing my hair, wet from sweat now instead of from the pool, backfrom my forehead. “I like to swallow.”

He stilled behind me, then pulled outslowly. As if second-guessing himself, he gave one final shove intome before pulling out and whipping the condom off. His voice wastight as he ordered me to my knees with an impatient snap of hisfingers. “Hurry.”

So, it wouldn’t take long,then. I opened my mouth and took him in. I could smell myselfsmeared all over his body, all down his thighs. I worked his shaftwith one hand in a steady rhythm, my tongue swirling over the head,and with a shout of “Oh, fuck!” he lurched forward, forcing more ofhimself into my throat, hot, thick bursts filling my mouth andgagging me. I swallowed as much as I could, but it seemed to go onand on, his cock endlessly jerking in my mouth. I lifted my head,coughing, and wiped cum from my chin as he staggered back a fewsteps.

I couldn’t stay upright anymore.Getting to the other side of the chair wasn’t a possibility either.I let myself fall over on the slate tile with a dreamy “ahhh” thatmade Matthew laugh.

Someone in our auditory audienceclapped.

“Jesus Christ,” Matthewgroaned, shuffling toward the sofa. “Well, thank you.”

“Yeah. No problem.” I heldup one hand with a thumbs-up, then let my limp noodle arm fall. Icouldn’t lie on the ground forever. If I stayed still for too long,I’d fall asleep, and that was not part of the plan. I pushed myselfup with a weary groan and got to my feet.

“This is the part where Iwould invite you to stay,” Matthew began, still breathing heavily.“But I think that would raise some questions.”

“Especially at the weddingweekend welcome breakfast on the itinerary,” I joked. “Why didn’tyou discourage them from so many activities?”

“Because I had nothing to dowith this wedding other than handing over my credit card. If Icould have avoided spending an entire weekend here, I would have.”He grimaced. “That came out wrong. That sounds like I don’t careabout the wedding.”

“No, it doesn’t. It soundslike you don’t like doing a bunch of group activities in quicksuccession. In the most humid, awful climate ever.” I missed thedry air of home. I missed not feeling like I would drown every timeI took a breath. “But you’re right. I have to go.”

“You’re kind of a mess.” Hepointed to my thighs. “I’m glad we were outside.”

“I should have warned you.But it was kind of your fault.” I paused. “Let’s see, I think thefinal score was five to one. So… I win.”

“Yes, you do.” His smile wassmug, self-satisfied. Apparently, he prided himself on how often hecould make his partner come.

There were worse properties in alover.

Not that he was going to be my lover.As far as I knew, as far as we’d discussed, this was aone-night-only thing. And it had been perfect.

I shuffled over to where my discardedclothes lay. “I’ll shower when I get back in. If I’m gone muchlonger, my mom will think an alligator got me.”

“It could have. If I hadn’tbeen there to gallantly save you,” he reminded me.

“I’ll be sure to mentionthat when I tell my whole family where I was tonight. Justkidding,” I added when his eyes widened in growingpanic.

“Good. I was thinking thismight be something we need to keep between the two ofus.”

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