Page 50 of Billionaire and the Barista

“Are you visiting, or just passing through?” she asked.

“Spontaneous road trip,” Gabriella said. “You don’t know of any bed and breakfasts in town, do you? It’s that or find our way back toward the freeway and one of those hotels for the night.”

“Do I? My aunt runs one on the other side of the lake—”

“There’s a lake around here?” I asked.

“We’re just at the south end of the lake. Like if you kept heading east, you wouldn’t even know it was there. But if you backtrack a bit and head north, there are a bunch of camping grounds and stuff. I could give her a call if you want?”

“Would you? Oh, that would be delightful.”

I didn’t care what the room would cost for the night, not after seeing the look on Gabriella’s face when she thought about a little lakeside bed and breakfast.

With reservations made, we enjoyed our meal, and I left our server a hefty tip for all of her help.

The B and B was across the street from the lake in a neighborhood of summer cabins and rentals. The aunt of our server showed us to our room, let us know when breakfast was, and said good night.

The room was small, but the bed was large and covered in pillows.

“There is a view of the lake,” Gabriella said as she gazed out the window.

I slid behind her and pulled her against my chest. I didn’t care about having a lake view. She was all the view I needed. I looked out the window.

“I don’t see a lake,” I said. I ran my hands down her sides, cupping her breasts through her shirt.

“Just through the trees, there, you can see the water glinting.”

“I’m sure it’s nice. But I’d rather look at you.” I pulled her with me as I backed up to the bed.

The bed was soft, and we sank into it, wrapping around each other, and kissing. We rolled and the headboard hit the wall. Gabriella froze and stared hard at the wall.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Hand me a pillow,” she said as she left my arms and stood. She took the pillow with her and began stuffing it between the headboard and the wall. “I don’t mind having loud sex in a generic hotel, that’s all anonymous. And the staff don’t care as long as they don’t get complaints. But that lady lives here, and there will be other guests at breakfast, and I don’t need them to hear the headboard banging at all hours of the night.”

I rolled onto my back, laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she asked as she joined me back on the bed.

“How smart you are. I never would have thought of that.” I rolled over and pushed hard against the bed, rocking it. The headboard was cushioned against pillows. I was sure there would be other noises and tell-tale signs about what we were doing, but the headboard wouldn’t be one of them.

I shifted and pulled Gabriella to me, sliding my hand under her shirt. I hummed in appreciation of the feel of her warm breasts against my hand.

“Thank you for not putting your bra back on. The way these have been jiggling have given me a raging hard on all fucking afternoon.”

I pushed her shirt up and captured a tantalizing nipple in my mouth. We both groaned. I massaged her breast and twirled her other nipple in my fingers while I sucked and licked at the one in my mouth. She was so soft, so responsive. So, fucking hot.

Gabriella clutched at my head and moaned so softly. “Nathan.”

Her fingers bunched in my hair, tugging, pressing. She began squirming, and I knew she was as hot and bothered as I was. I reached down and cupped her. She was hot through her jeans. It was a struggle, but I unfastened and unzipped her pants. She helped to wiggle them down her hips so that I could get access to her pussy. She was slick as I slid my fingers between her folds and circled her clit.

Her hips bucked as I worked my fingers in and around her.

She grabbed one of the pillows that was left on the bed, and she squealed into it.

Giving her breast one last hard suck, I lowered my head and added my mouth to my fingers. I licked her folds and sucked on her clit as my fingers stroked her. She lifted her hips in time to my actions.

I was hard as a fucking rock, as I sucked on her. I let go of the handful of ass I was holding, to open my jeans and fist my cock.

Gabriella curled around my head, as I consumed her. I fucked her with one hand and took care of my need with my other. Stroking, thrusting, and sucking. It was better than dessert, better than ambrosia, and this was just the appetizer of our night as far as I was concerned.

Her fingers in my hair urged me on, the rocking of her hips and her moans told me I was hitting the right spots. Her inner muscles grabbed at my fingers, squeezing them, demanding more from me. She orgasmed first, crying out into a pillow she bit into, slamming her fist against the mattress, and bucking against my face. Her coming on me inspired my own orgasm. I grabbed the closest bit of cloth, her discarded shirt, and came into it. Growling my release into her pussy.

I didn’t want to stop. I continued to thrust into her and suck on her clit until she closed her thighs hard around my head.

“Enough, enough, I can’t,” she panted out her surrender.

I eased up between her legs and smiled down at her. “I think our little test run of your pillow idea was a success.”

She looked up and the headboard behind her. “Oh, I forgot all about that thing.”

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