Page 50 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother
He leans closer to me, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t have to lie,” he says softly. “I saw the way you were looking at us, Catherine.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, fine. It bothered me a little.”
“Why?”
“It’s just… I don’t know. I don’t enjoy seeing other women making moves on you,” I admit, feeling vulnerable in front of him. “Not while you’ve still giving me lessons.”
“So, when are you planning to use these lessons you want me to give you?” Oliver asks, his blue eyes piercing into me. “I imagine you plan to utilize what you’ve learned soon.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, averting my gaze away from his. “When I feel more confident.”
He tilts his head. “What aren’t you feeling confident about?”
“All you’ve shown me is oral,” I tell him, a blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I still don’t quite know what to do. What happens when we move on to sex?”
Oliver nods, his lips forming a small smile. “So you want a lesson on how to have sex?”
My cheeks are warming, the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck.
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes meeting his again. “That’s what I want.”
A sudden change washes over him, and in that moment, I know he feels it too. He grabs my hand, his fingers brushing mine with such intensity that I have to suppress a shiver.
“Then let’s have a lesson,” he says gruffly, tugging me toward his room. “I’ll be thorough.”
We step into the room, the darkness engulfing us as we shut the door behind us. Oliver’s hand is still clasped firmly around mine as he pulls me in closer. He slides his hand up my arm and rests it on the nape of my neck, bringing my face closer to his until our lips are nearly touching.
My lungs constrain and my heart races with anticipation. Without warning, Oliver crashes his lips into mine. Our desire for one another drives the kiss forward with an unfamiliar passion that I’ve never experienced before.
His tongue slips between my lips, tasting me hungrily, as if I’m some forbidden fruit. His kiss is strong and devouring, but gentle and yielding, as if he’s trying to say something without speaking a word.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers intertwining in the soft locks of his hair as I pull him closer.
Our lips part briefly as we catch our breath before pressing into one another again, this time with less vigor, yet more eagerness than before. He rests his forehead against mine, our lungs expanding and contracting with each breath we take.
As I peer into Oliver’s eyes, I can see the raw desire there, the lust and the longing that we both feel.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks softly, his breath hot against my skin.
I shake my head, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I want this more than anything.
He leans in again, his lips meeting mine as we both explore each other’s mouths. Our tongues slide together in a dance as our kiss deepens. Oliver’s hands roam freely along my body, his fingers leaving goosebumps wherever they go.
With a moan, I push my body against his, our hips grinding against one another in a primal rhythm that has me quivering with anticipation.
The sensation is so powerful, so intoxicating, that I lose all sense of reason and reality. All I know is that I need him, and he needs me.
He guides me to the bed, and Oliver lays me on my back and spreads my legs. His gaze slowly moves down my body, taking in every curve as if it’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
His lips move from my mouth and down, tracing a path of pleasure until it reaches my thighs. He lifts my skirt, his tongue circles around my sensitive skin, teasing me with licks of delight that have me gasping for air.
He pushes my panties to the side, feeling my clit with his finger. His tongue comes down in a single stroke, sending a jolt of bliss through me that curls my toes. He licks and kisses me lovingly, taking his time to explore every inch of me as if I’m made of pure gold.
I moan, my fingertips digging into the bedsheets as the orgasm builds within me. Oliver continues for several more strokes until I’m trembling, and then he finally stops.
“Don’t,” I beg.
He pulls away from me slightly and looks up at me with an expression that’s both satisfied and eager for more. He slides off my panties and takes his own clothes off, and then he slowly climbs on top of me.
