Slipperless #3: A Billionaire Love Story

by Sloan Storm

Reaching up, I grabbed hold of Fiona’s glass, took it from her and placed it on the ground. Afterward, I turned my attention back to her, noticing her eyes held a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. I slid my tongue from between my lips just enough to moisten them. Holding Fiona’s gaze, I moved towards her mouth, and as I did, she took a deep breath.

  But just before I reached her, I turned my head, moving it past her mouth and towards her neck. Reaching up, I slid my fingers behind Fiona’s head, snaking them in her soft, blonde locks. The breath she’d held moments before escaped from her mouth as I pressed my lips against her exposed, milky flesh.

  Fiona moaned as I began to kiss and lick the entire length of her neck, eventually working my way up towards her ear, where I nibbled at it with tender, gentle nips. As I did, Fiona tilted her head towards me, nuzzling her cheek to mine. With my hand still intertwined in the silky smoothness of her hair, I gently turned Fiona’s face towards mine and crushed my mouth into hers.

  A mix of a whimper and a groan emerged from Fiona as I slid my tongue inside her mouth. Hearing that sound from her stirred my already hard cock, stiffening it further. Her kiss tasted sweet and carried with it a hint of alcohol from the Riesling she’d drunk. It was a heady mix and one that had me hypnotized.

  With my other hand, I reached down and grabbed hold of her at the waist, squeezing as I did. Fiona draped her arms across my shoulders, grasping them together behind my head with a loving embrace. For several moments we continued to kiss, out in the open under a warm afternoon sun and easy, gentle breeze until at last, she spoke.

  “Gabe, it’s not that I don’t want to. I do. But…”

  I just looked at her and shook my head without speaking a word. I rose to my knees and straddled her, helping Fiona to lie down on top of the picnic blanket. Looking into her eyes, it was plain to see that she was conflicted. But no matter, she remained silent, staring up at me in anticipation of what I’d do next.

  So I obliged…

  Reaching down, I slid my fingers inside her jeans, pinching the denim and snap between my fingertips. In less than a second, I’d unfastened them and begun to unzip them, when Fiona pushed herself up onto her elbows.

  “Gabe…”

  Ignoring her, I continued to remove her clothing.

  In spite of her words, Fiona’s body spoke its own language. As I tugged at the jeans, she lifted her hips off the ground, helping me to remove them much easier. After sliding them off her legs, I tossed them to the side and turned back towards her once again. Now, with only her panties remaining on her, I stood and began to undress.

  If she was going to protest or beg me to stop, this would have been the time.

  But Fiona said nothing as I removed my clothing, and before long I’d returned to the blanket once more, straddling her, wrapping my fingers around my hard dick. With my free hand, I reached towards her panties and hooked a finger inside them.

  As before, Fiona put up no resistance and once again moved her hips in a way to assist. Now she was completely exposed before me. I positioned myself between her thighs one last time, spreading them as wide as they would go.

  Fiona broke her gaze on me and instead looked down towards my cock.

  With one hand at the base of my dick, I descended towards her until the tip touched the soft folds. I lingered there for a moment until our eyes met.

  “Fuck me, Gabe,” she whispered, giving in to her need. “Fuck me.”

  I nodded and without wasting another second, pushed myself inside her. Moaning, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around my backside. Fiona shivered and trembled beneath me as I claimed her.

  As I leaned over, she hooked her arms around my torso, matching the grip she already had on me with her legs. I began to thrust inside her, slowly at first. It had been so long since I’d fucked her, I wanted to savor every possible moment. Her pussy was so wet and tight. The suction of it along the length of my cock sent a raging fire through me.

  “Fuck…” I moaned, feeling as if I might cum at any instant.

  Fiona looked up at me and licked her lips, inviting me to consume her once again. I lowered my head in response and covered her mouth with mine. With my tongue inside, I began to run it along the insides of her teeth, tasting her. All the while, I continue to drive myself deeper inside her with each stroke.

  Soon, the only sounds I became aware of were Fiona’s gentle moans of pleasure and the distinctive slap of skin on skin as my pelvis collided with her curves. With each stroke, I felt my balls crash into her as my dick hardened in readiness for what approached.

  For several minutes I continued to thrust inside her, over and over, and with each successive pulse it seemed as if my cock grew harder, fuller, longer. Fiona looked up at me through eyes hazy with lust. Reaching towards my chest, she placed her palm flat against it and caressed the fine sheen of perspiration that had begun to show.

  She dragged her fingers down the midline of my torso as I continued rock my hips back and forth. As she did, her nails curled under, digging into my flesh like a feral cat, until at last, she reached my midsection. After another stroke or two, Fiona shifted her hips to indicate she wanted to be on top.

  I obliged, and after a quick readjustment, Fiona swung her leg over my torso and straddled me, grabbing hold of my cock with her small hand. With the other planted firmly on my chest, Fiona guided my rock hard dick towards her pussy.

  Wasting no time, she slid on top of me, taking my entire length inside of her. I licked my lips as she descended. Once she’d gone as far she could, Fiona paused for a moment, stripped away her shirt and soon afterward her bra. She tossed them aside. As she did, I reached up towards her full, perfect tits, squeezing them. Fiona’s head fell back, causing her to arch her ample breasts in my direction.

  Under the midafternoon sun, Fiona’s fair complexion shined. Releasing her tits from my grasp, I dragged my fingers down her hourglass torso until they reached her hips. With a firm squeeze, I got Fiona’s attention once more. Her head tilted forward, and as if on command, she began to slide up and down on my cock.

  Soon after, she leaned forward and pressed both palms hard into my chest. I swung my hands around, grabbing her ass. Fiona’s head dipped further forward until her face disappeared behind her hair.

  I watched her body bend and bow as she rode me. Fiona grunted and groaned each time she descended, until at last, the action of her hips began to increase in both speed and intensity. She stretched her torso forward, laying it flat against mine and tilting her ass up in the process.

  Fiona wriggled her way up towards my lips and pressed her mouth against mine. By now, her hips slapped against me with a terrific crack each time she bounced up and down. She kissed me, humming into my mouth in a way that signaled the inevitable was upon her.

  Releasing my hands from her ass, I drew them up into her hair, grabbing it into two fistfuls and pulling her mouth away from mine. Fiona gasped for breath, her lips puffy and swollen with desire. She nodded at me in silence, clearly indicating what was happening to her.

  “Is it time? Are you ready?”

  Fiona sucked in her lower lip biting it with her teeth. “Mmm, hmm...”

  After a brief nod, I pulled her lips to mine once again, and as I did, Fiona cried out into my mouth. Her tongue lashed at me as orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her body to shake and tremble. As it did, she pumped her hips several more times in rapid succession until at last she slammed them hard into my pelvis, holding them there.

  “Mmmm, mmm, mmm!!!!” she moaned into my mouth.

  All the while, my hands remained in her hair, twisting and pulling at it as I consumed her. As her climax began to recede, once again I broke my lips free of hers, and with my hands on her shoulders, I guided her back into an upright position.

  “My turn,” I growled.

  Fiona closed her eyes and licked her lips as I reached down and grabbed hold of her hips once more. Placing my feet flat on the ground I bent my legs at the knee. I lifted Fiona
just a bit and began to thrust upwards. When I did, her entire body rippled with each powerful pulse of my cock.

  I couldn’t remember a time when my dick had ever been so hard.

  “Fuck, fuck!” I yelled.

  Unconsciously, I began to increase the speed, claiming her harder and faster with each stroke. I could feel it coming and I could hardly wait. Fiona rocked back and forth on top of me listing from side to side as I fucked her, ravishing her with violent thrusts on the exposed hillside.

  And then, in a fraction of a second, my moment had arrived. With a single hard thrust, I claimed her with my entire length, causing her to emit a deep groan of pleasure. As she did, my cock pulsed inside her and I released my fire. I banged my head backwards, slamming it down to the ground as I emptied myself inside her. Arching my back, I squeezed Fiona’s hips and came so hard I thought I might lose consciousness.

  Yet as the seconds ticked by, I managed to avoid it, and soon after, I felt the rigidness from my orgasm begin to leave my body. Around that same time, Fiona tipped forward, falling into me with exhaustion. I dragged my fingertips up and down her backside, through her hair and towards her chin.

  Tilting my head up off the ground, I drew my mouth towards hers. As our lips met, I tasted the salty hint of perspiration from her efforts. We kissed with gentle, soft smacks for a minute or so. The entire time I stroked her hair and savored the feel of her skin against mine as we relaxed in the aftermath.

  It wasn’t long after, about five minutes or so, when we’d started to get dressed.

  As we did, I tried to make small talk with Fiona. Of course, I’d promised her a relaxing vacation and I still had every intention of fulfilling that commitment. I quizzed her about what she’d like to do first. I’d arranged for her to have any spa treatment she liked, whenever she would like it. She just had to let the concierge know.

  Yet, as the minutes ticked by, I began to sense Fiona growing more distant. In fact, it wasn’t long before she stopped answering me with sentences and eventually only grunts of acknowledgment.

  After putting on my shirt, I looked at her and said, “Is everything okay?”

  Fiona looked at me for only a moment before turning away. I wrinkled my brow.

  “Hey. What’s going on? Are you all right?”

  Fiona didn’t turn to look at me but instead only shook her head.

  “Gabe, I’d like to go, please.”

  “Yeah, okay. We will. Let’s clean up here and…”

  “No,” she said, interrupting me. “I mean, I want to go home. I don’t want to be here.”

  My forehead tightened as confusion spread across my brow. “Huh? What the hell are you talking about, Fiona?”

  By now, she’d stood up and was tugging on one piece of clothing after another in rapid succession. She didn’t say a word until she’d finished, when she snapped her arms in front of her chest, crossing them and closing herself off to me.

  In the meantime, I’d continued to pack up the remnants of our picnic. I paused as Fiona turned her back to me. She proceeded to walk several feet away, where she stood in silence for the next minute or so, as I finished collecting our things.

  Once I had, I stood, brushed a bit of dust from my clothing, and walked in her direction. When I neared, I reached down to slip my hand around her waist but as I did, she pulled away.

  “Okay, Fiona,” I began. “I’ll bite. You mind telling me exactly what the problem is?”

  Yet, she didn’t turn to face me. In a soft voice, more mutter than whisper, she replied, “It’s nothing. I’d just like to go home. To my apartment.”

  “Just like that? I don’t understand. Why?”

  After dropping the knapsack on the ground, I leaned away from her and spread my arms wide. “Look at this place. Why would you want to leave? This is for you, Fiona. You can have anything you want.”

  She remained silent for a moment or so. “What I’d like… is to go home.”

  “Fiona,” I said, as I reached for her. She tried to pull away once more, but I held firm and instead spun her back to face me. As I did, she looked up at me through glassy eyes.

  “Gabe, please,” she said. “Coming here with you was a mistake. I-I never should have done it. I’m sorry. Will you please… just take me home?”

  I shook my head in disbelief.

  “What’s gotten into you, Fiona?”

  While I spoke, Fiona reached up and smeared tears away from her cheek. I moved to try and console her, but she stepped away, increasing the distance between us.

  “Fiona. Are you… afraid of me?”

  She shook her head as I spoke. “No, Gabe. I’m not. That’s not what this is about. I promise. It’s just me, okay? It’s me.”

  I drew my lips inward, pinching them tight against one another. After what just happened between us, this was the last thing I expected.

  “Fiona, this is not gonna work.”

  She nodded, looking down at the ground. “Okay.”

  “What do you mean ‘okay’?”

  “I mean okay. If you say it’s not going to work, I’m not going to argue with you, Gabe.”

  “So, no more of… this? That’s fine with you?”

  Fiona blinked in rapid succession as the tears began to flow with greater frequency. “I-I can’t do this, Gabe. I-I can’t.”

  “Do what? Fiona, I still have no idea what you’re talking about. But hey, you know what? If that’s the way you want it, no problem with me.”

  No sooner had the words left my lips than Fiona began to sob uncontrollably.

  I looked at her. There was a part of me that wanted to console her, because I really didn’t think this was all my fault. But then there was another part of me that wasn’t real fond of being insulted. That was especially true in light of everything I’d done for her up until now, including this trip. Instead, I threw the knapsack across my shoulder and walked right past Fiona. I hadn’t gotten more than five feet from her when she called out.

  “Gabe! Where are you going?”

  I continued on, my steps unbroken and my pace unchanged.

  “To the car, Fiona,” I grunted. “You said you wanted to leave. Go home. Remember?”

  Just then, I heard a rapid succession of footsteps close from behind. The bottoms of Fiona’s shoes skidded with jagged fits and stops along the dusty trail.

  “Gabe, I-I’m so sorry. Please don’t be angry.”

  “Too late.”

  “I knew coming here was a mistake,” she began. “I-I knew it…”

  As Fiona’s voice trailed off, I stopped cold and spun in place. She’d been so close behind, the abruptness caught her off guard and she bumped into me. Startled, Fiona backed away a step or two.

  “You know something, Fiona?” I said, as I scowled at her. “You’re right. It was a mistake. A huge fucking mistake. And you know who made it? I did. Me, Fiona. Do you wanna know why that is?”

  Fiona’s eyes widened. I watched as a hard swallow crept down her throat. Her face wrinkled with concern while she bit her lip.

  “No. I don’t,” she replied, as she shook her head.

  “Simply, it’s because I was wrong about you, Fiona. I hate to admit it, but in this case, I was wrong.”

  She looked at me in silence for a moment. As she did, a breeze passed between us, disturbing her hair. She reached up and cleared it free from her eyes as she spoke.

  “What… What do you mean?” she stammered. “I thought you liked my work.”

  “This isn’t about your work, Fiona. You’re a fine scientist and you’re turning into a great leader. No, this is about Fiona the Woman. That’s what I was wrong about.”

  Fiona looked away from me and sniffled for a few moments. It took everything I had inside not to leave her on the hillside. I shook my head in utter disgust.

  “Maybe you should quit, Fiona. Spare yourself from the misery of being with me. Please, nothing would make me fucking happier right now. Because this shitty attitude of yours nee
ds to change. You need to appreciate who I am and what I do for you, okay?”

  Fiona balled her fists in protest. “I never said I don’t!”

  “Well, what the hell am I supposed to think right now, Fiona? For someone who’s so appreciative, you’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

  Fiona’s angelic face turned sinister as she barked her response. “Go to hell, Gabe!”

  I stepped toward her, hovering the tip of my index finger less than an inch from her chest. “You ever say something to me like that again, I’ll fire you. You got me?”

  “Well, if you do… I-I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Something had gotten into her. What it was I had no idea, but I also had no intention of standing underneath a blazing hot sun while she made nonsensical threats towards me. I shook my head and made the last statement I would on the matter.

  “You’re welcome to try, Fiona. God knows it’s happened plenty of times. With zero percent success rate, so you know.”

  Fiona scowled at me as I paused.

  “You women, man, you’re all the goddamn same. It’s like you have this innate desire to fuck a good thing up. You know, self-sabotage. Tell you what, I’ll save you the trouble. Now let’s go get in the car and go.”

  GABE

  The way Fiona and I left things… It didn’t sit well with me.

  The truth was that neither of us meant what we said on the hilltop at the resort.

  She was pissed, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was reacting to it.

  I should have handled the situation differently. It was less about the age difference between us than just knowing that sometimes in life, it’s better to push back from situations when they get too emotional.

  Fiona had her mind made up she wanted to leave the resort, probably before we even arrived there. I’d been around the block enough to see the warning signs. I missed them here. That’s all there was to it.

  I reached for my phone and dialed Holly.

  “Yes, Gabe?”

  “Holly my dear, get Fiona up here right away.”

  “Yes.”

  I placed the phone down in the cradle.