Page 54 of Below Deck Billionaire
When he opened them again, she smiled at him approvingly before moving her fingers lower and lower and lower until she hit the jackpot, a low breathy moan slipping from her lips. The sight of her hand inside her underwear almost brought Theo to his knees, and for a moment the ragged shunt of their breathing rose louder than the sound of the water.
‘That feel good?’ he asked on a pant as he watched her fingers play beneath the satiny fabric.
‘Uh huh,’ she muttered, her eyes glued to the in/out thrust of his cock through the tight ring of his fist. ‘What about you?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Theo nodded. ‘So good.’
She looked at him through heavy lids. ‘But how long can you hold on?’
No stranger to sex in all its forms, Theo knew the pleasure that could result from delaying orgasm. But they’d been delaying this for a month – months, actually – and he doubted he could contain his release for much longer. If anything, the slower pace of his hand combined with the jiggle of her breasts as she fingered herself were cranking his release to a new level of urgency.
But she didn’t have to know that.
‘I can hold for as long as you need me to,’ he bluffed.
‘Really?’
The challenge in her eyes barely registered before she was taking the two paces required to bring them within touching distance then dropping to her knees.
Water cascaded over her body, over her tits and her hair, saturating her underwear in seconds. But she didn’t remove her hand as she sat back on her haunches, legs deliberately parted so he could see her working herself as she looked up at him, her mouth temptingly close to the head of his cock.
Holy. Fuck. What fresh hell was this?
Theo’s heart banged to a standstill as he squeezed his cock hard to stop the sudden threat of a boil over, biting down on a groan as he beat back the climax.
‘I remember you, Theo,’ she murmured, her voice dropping a whole octave. ‘I remember you.’
Witch. Looking at him through eyelashes dripping with water droplets, throwing his words from last night back at him.
‘You loved it when I did this.’
She didn’t take that pretty mouth and plunge it down his shaft, like every nerve ending from his belly button down screamed for her to do.
No, she did something far, far worse.
Locking her gaze with his, she angled her head, directing her mouth to nuzzle an already painfully taut testicle. The sensation ripped right through him, agonisingly exquisite, and he had to lock his knees to stop from falling down as he groaned so loudly he was sure they’d hear it below deck.
But that was just the beginning of her assault on his self-control as she licked and laved and coaxed with her wicked tongue and her hot mouth until the testicle slowly dropped from its tight elevation and she could take it all, humming her satisfaction as she none-too-gently sucked, dragging it in, swiping her tongue around its contours before pushing it half way out again then sucking it back to continue the torment. Watching him the entire time through wet lashes, her gaze locked on his as her hand moved inside her soaked panties.
And when she was done tormenting one side, she moved to the other.
Theo’s breath came in harsh gulps as he fought the build-up in his balls, squeezing his cock hard to quell the climax that threatened to burst forward, revisiting Ari’s goddamn spreadsheets as she swirled electricity through his nuts. Half of him wanted to reach down and yank her up, flip her around, press her bare breasts to the cold glass as he tore off her underwear and drove into her from behind.
Teach her not to play with fire. But the other half – the masochist, he supposed – did not want her to stop.
She did relent though, her smile smug AF as she stood reminding him of the professional croupier again, cool and calm and in control despite her utterly debauched appearance. But he saw the fever in her eyes and he was done screwing around.
Herding her back until her shoulder blades and ass hit glass, which was now completely fogged, he slapped a hand near her head, flattening his palm as he pressed in close, his mouth mere millimetres from hers, his thighs caging her in, his hand working his cock so that she felt every stroke of it nudging her belly.
‘Are you ready to quit messing around?’ he growled, the spray of the shower drumming down his back.
She nodded as her fingers worked frantically inside her underwear. ‘I’m close,’ she panted as she fixed her gaze on his, her pupils dilated. ‘So. Close.’
‘Good,’ he ground out, lowering his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard mostly because he knew she liked it like that. A little because he wanted to extract some payback for his tormented testicles.
She cried out at the suction, her back arching as the pressure inside him rose up. Pressure in his balls, pressure in his stomach, pressure in his head as his hand became a blur, his breathing became choppy, his pulse skipped erratically.
‘Oh God, Theo. I’m… I’m…’
