The Wrong Billionaire's Bed

by Jessica Clare

  He did so without a word of protest, moving onto the blanket. She tugged at her own pajama pants, frantic with the need to get them off, and as she stripped them from her legs and divested herself of her panties, she heard the crinkle of a condom. She turned to look at him, and he patted the blanket next to him. As if she was going to lie next to him and let him take over.

  Fat chance. She was still burning with an angry mix of rage and desire, and that meant that she was taking control. Ignoring the rest of her clothing, she moved, her bottom half bare, to the blankets and shoved at his shoulder until he lay on his back. Then, she straddled him and lay on his stomach, enjoying the way his eyes widened in the darkness.

  “You going to ride me, firecracker?” His voice was a husky, pleased whisper.

  Audrey didn’t answer him. She simply rolled her hips against his belly and enjoyed his muffled sound of pleasure. His hands went to her bare thighs, holding her against him. She leaned in and gave him another punishing kiss, this one all furious lips and pent-up desire, and when they were both panting with need, she raised her hips, grasped his cock, and guided him inside her, lowering until she was seated on his length.

  And then she gave a small sigh of pleasure at that.

  “Ah, fuck, Audrey. Damn, you feel good.” His hands clenched on her thighs. “I think I like it when you get all bossy and pissed.”

  He wanted to see bossy and pissed, did he? She let her nails scrape over one of his nipples again, and then she bucked her hips, just a little. The resulting sensation that rippled through her nearly drove her mad, though. He was so big, so full inside her that it hit all of her nerve endings just right, soothing the ache that had made her crazed with need all day. That itch needed to be scratched, and it needed it right now.

  So she began to rock, adjusting a little here and there to find a rhythm. It was surprisingly easy to find one despite the fact that she was almost never the one on top when she had sex. She was normally too self-conscious of her large breasts and how they jiggled. But they weren’t bare right now and she was too fired up to even care, so she began to bounce on top of him, her hips rising and slamming back down on the full length of him. He responded, flicking his hips up with quick, short thrusts to match her movements and to give them more power.

  Soon enough, they were driving against each other, each thrust progressively rougher and wilder. A low ache began to burn inside her with each wild thrust, and she recognized it as her oncoming orgasm. It was an elusive, flighty thing without oral, though, so she closed her eyes, braced her hands on his chest, and concentrated her movements on making it happen. She was barely aware of him, lost in the chase of her own pleasure as she rode him, the roughness exciting her body and making her become even more wild, more abandoned on top of him. Each body-rocking slam brought her that much closer.

  And then it was there, blossoming through her body and making her clench. She cried out in surprise at just how good it felt, her pussy spasming with the sheer pleasure, her thighs locking. She lost her rhythm, but it didn’t matter. Reese had her, and his movements underneath her took on a furious edge. He pounded into her, grunting with every hard, bracing thrust as she lost herself in the spiral of her orgasm.

  Then he cussed, his body stiffening against hers, and she realized he was coming, too. His hips jerked one more time, and she felt the tremor that rolled through him.

  And she collapsed on his chest, breathing hard and utterly pleased with herself.

  She’d just used a man. And it was awesome.

  ***

  Well, damn. That had worked out better than he’d hoped.

  Reese ran a hand along the back of the woman collapsed on top of him and tried not to smile. Audrey was naked from the waist down, her pants discarded somewhere in the bushes nearby. She straddled him, laying over his chest, and still wore the zipped hoodie and shirt she’d started with.

  She’d been in such a rush to climb on top of him that she hadn’t realized she was still half-dressed. Either that, or she simply hadn’t cared. Either one was a turn on.

  He’d realized, when Audrey had been jumpy earlier, that she was having second thoughts. Lots of second thoughts. And that was disappointing to him. He’d been watching her all day as she cleaned the cabin from top to bottom, keeping busy. The seductive, wild Audrey he loved to coax out to play had disappeared entirely behind industrious, do-gooder Audrey, and that drove him batty.

  Though he had to admit, the sight of that tight little bun she wore was starting to be a turn on for him. Maybe it was because he knew that underneath that perfect, no-nonsense exterior, she was a demon waiting to be unleashed.

  He’d wanted that demon crawling all over him tonight, too. But when she’d been hesitant and snippy, he figured he had one chance to make her forget all about what was bothering her.

  So he’d irritated her.

  It had worked, too. She’d more or less pounced on him with bruising kisses and then torn the shirt right off his back. She’d commanded him to lay down, straddled him, and then rode him with an intense look on her face that told him that it was all about her in that moment, not him.

  He’d felt a little used. And more than a little aroused. She’d gone after what she’d wanted and she’d made it happen. Reese had been worried for a moment that he’d have to deal with hesitant, cold Audrey, to whittle down her defenses until she’d been moaning under his hands.

  He shouldn’t have worried. His Audrey was fierce and even though she was a bit of a dictator between the sheets, he had to admit he’d enjoyed every moment of it.

  Then he frowned at himself. His Audrey? What the hell was he thinking? Then again, it did seem like there were two parts to Audrey Petty—one part efficient, buttoned-up assistant who didn’t know how to have fun if it bit her in the ass, and one part sexual glutton.

  It was an enticing combination.

  His hand slid over her ass, enjoying the feel of the naked, plump cheek under his fingers. Now that she was sated, he could enjoy leisurely exploring her. Seeing her naked. He’d gotten a good look at her lush figure on the dock when they’d been skinny-dipping, but touching and seeing were two different things, and he wanted to touch everything, explore with his hands.

  So he reached behind him and felt around until he found the small bag he’d stashed in the roots of the nearby tree. He pulled out the small camping lantern and set it at his head, then clicked it on.

  She squinted, sitting upright on his chest. The look on her face was half-sated, half-confused. “What’s that for?”

  “That’s so I can get a good look at that delicious body of yours,” Reese told her, reaching for the zipper on the hoodie she still wore and easing it down. “Unless you’re not done using me.”

  She flushed, the sight evident now that they had a bit of light. “You liked being used,” she told him stubbornly.

  “Oh, no complaints here,” he said with a grin. “But the night’s young and I’m without a shirt, so I figured we might as well stay out here a bit longer.” And he eased the zipper down, not entirely surprised to see a matching dark blue nightshirt underneath. “Can I get you naked?”

  She rolled off him and sat next to him on the blanket, curling her plump legs delicately underneath her. “I’m just warning you, I don’t look like a supermodel. I’m not your type.”

  “I’m well aware of that,” Reese told her. He pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trash bag he’d brought for such purposes. “You’re not a supermodel,” he agreed, moving forward and ignoring her warnings and beginning to unbutton her pajama top. “Ask me if I care.”

  “I’m not going to ask,” she told him.

  “Good. Then neither of us is going to care,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her lightly again. “Every time I’ve touched you, it’s been dark. I want to see if there are freckles on those pretty breasts.”

  She responded to his soft, coaxing kiss, making a little mewing noise in the back of her throat that made his cock
jump in response. “There might be,” she whispered.

  “Then lay back and let me count them.”

  Audrey did, and the sight of her laying back on the blanket, her passion-glazed gaze on him as he undid her buttons was causing his cock to harden all over again. It was like she’d let all of her defenses go in one big, fiery orgasm and now she was soft and pleasing and delicious in his arms. God, he liked that. She was like a present he got to unwrap every time he touched her, and this hadn’t gotten old yet. Not in the slightest. Her red hair haloed out around her head, gleaming in the light of the lantern and making the rest of her skin seem porcelain-pale in contrast.

  Her gaze was on him as he slowly undid each button, until he finished the last one. Then he pushed the nightshirt apart, brushing it and the unzipped jacket to the side, exposing her torso.

  And he drank in the sight of her.

  He knew Audrey wasn’t reed thin. That didn’t bother him, and it didn’t seem to bother her for the most part, which he appreciated. Her body was a marked contrast from the women he normally took to bed, though, and he ran an appreciative eye over her. She had breasts, for one. Most of the models and starlets he dated seemed to run extremely flat, which was a shame, because he loved a gorgeous pair of breasts. And damn if Audrey’s weren’t two of the most magnificent breasts he’d ever laid his eyes upon. They were real, for starters, and very full due to the lushness of her figure. He reached out and cupped one, feeling the weight of it in his hand with appreciation. They were heavy with their own fullness, plump and tipped with a pale pink, tiny nipple that was utterly delightful. Her pale skin was dotted with a few freckles in the valley between her breasts, and then that milk pale, creamy color on the undersides of each breast.

  “Gorgeous,” he told her truthfully. “I’ve seen a lot of breasts and these might be the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen.” He ran the back of an appreciative finger over one nipple, enjoying the way her body jerked in response, setting that deliciously full breast to quivering.

  He let his fingers slide into the valley between her breasts, then traced down her belly. Most of the women he’d had in his bed recently were Hollywood thin, with visible ribs under the skin and concave bellies. Audrey was not. Her belly was smooth and slightly rounded just below her belly button, her waist dipping in and then flaring out at the hips again. Not his normal, but again, perfect. He found that he liked her softer curves quite a bit. His thumb grazed her belly button and then he moved lower, sliding that finger down to the triangle of her sex and the damp dark red curls there. A natural redhead. He’d known that, but he still found it fascinating and more than a bit erotic.

  She moaned at his touch, raising a finger to her mouth and then biting down on it, as if she didn’t want to interrupt his exploration.

  “You have an amazing figure, Audrey.” His finger stroked the wet seam of her pussy, appreciating the feel of her. He knew she wanted him to slide deeper, to seek out her clit and begin to arouse her again, but Reese was a fan of the tease as well as sex, and he knew the small brush of his finger over that enticing seam would drive her wild. So he repeated the motion, over and over, watching her face as the little shudders of pleasure and anticipation began to rip through her. “Do you like it when I look at you? Touch you?”

  Still biting down on that knuckle, she nodded, her eyes wide and soft with need.

  “Is it okay if I play with you a little?”

  Again, she nodded, and he felt her nudge her thighs apart a little, as if coaxing his hand to touch her in the places she ached.

  But he didn’t. Instead, he let his hand trail down her soft—so soft—plump thigh, then her knee, and then down her calf. She was pale all over, though there were more freckles on her legs, which he found adorable. Every moment that he looked at her, he seemed to find something new and enjoyable to focus on. Lovely. Just lovely. He could stare at her all night and never get enough.

  But he wanted to play with her, too. So he took her hand and helped her sit up, and they pulled the last of her clothing off her and tossed it aside. Now she was as naked as he was. When she lay back down on the blanket, he settled back down next to her, on his side, and continued to leisurely trace his hand over her body. His hands were drawn back to her breasts. He was definitely a breast man, and hers were lovely. He reached out and cupped one again, plumping it in his hand. The nipple poked upright, the tip of it hard and practically begging for his tongue. Such a sweet little bud. He leaned over and licked it, gauging Audrey’s response, and was gratified when she sucked in a sharp breath. He rolled the nipple against his lips, then tongued it again. When she made no response, he began to gently suck on the tip, teasing it with his teeth and then alternately flicking it again.

  She whimpered, and he glanced up to see that knuckle back in her mouth, as if she was trying to bite back her responses. That wouldn’t do at all. He wanted his firecracker to be noisy, to gratify him with her moans and to shake the woods with her response. So he reached up and pulled that hand away from her mouth, kissing the bite marks on her skin. “Why are you determined to be quiet?”

  “What if someone hears us?”

  “No one will,” he said. “You’re not going to make me bring rope next time, are you? To tie your hands?”

  Her eyes simmered with that. “Fat chance.” But she let her hands fall to her sides, her gaze on him. “Better?”

  “Much.” And he leaned down and bit that tiny nipple again, his fingers kneading the plump weight of her breast. She moaned a little, but it was enough to prompt him to keep going. He continued to suck and tease at the nipple in his mouth, and his hand moved to her other breast. His fingers teased and coaxed the other nipple, and that brought a response from her.

  She cried out, her back arching, and then her fingers were in his hair, holding his head against her as he teased. “Please, Reese.”

  “Please what?” he asked, brushing his lips over one tight nipple. He was fascinated by her pretty breasts. “I could spend all day nibbling on these. Don’t you want me to?”

  A low groan of need escaped her and she clung to him. “I think you just like torturing me.”

  “Oh, undoubtedly,” he said, and licked the stiff point just as his thumb swiped over the other, teasing it. “You’re a pleasure to touch, I have to admit. Soft and lush and gorgeous.”

  The fingers in his hair stroked and kneaded, caressing him as he continued to tongue her nipple. But he was enjoying her reactions. He wanted more of them. So his other hand slid down her ribcage and stroked over her belly, enjoying the way her hips rose in response to him. Audrey might be cool to him in a conversation, but she loved his touch.

  His hand continued down her rounded stomach, then slid down to her pussy once more. He rested his hand there, enjoying the small whimpers that escaped her and the way her hands tightened in his hair, as if unconsciously encouraging him. He ignored it though, continuing to lick and tease that delicious little peak against his lips, and his hand remained in place at her pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness of her against him.

  When he didn’t make a move forward, she arched against his palm, her breath quickening. “Reese.”

  “What do you want, Audrey?” He breathed the words on her nipple and then blew on the wet tip, appreciating the shiver that rippled through her. “Do you want to tell me?”

  “I hate you,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair until she was practically pulling it. “You want me to beg you, don’t you?”

  “Mmm, I do love a fine round of begging,” he admitted, then nipped her breast to get her to moan again. “And I admit that I’d love to hear you begging me. Do you want me to slide my fingers through your pussy and find your clit?”

  Her sharp intake of breath was gratifying. “Oh, yes. Do that.”

  “Why don’t you tell me to?” His hand pressed down, ever so slightly, on her pussy.

  She whimpered again and raised her hips, grinding against his hand. “Fuck you.”

/>   “I think I’ll have you beg for that, too,” he said musingly.

  She groaned in frustration. Her hands pushed at his head, trying to get him to travel down his body, but he resisted. “Ugh. You suck.”

  “Another thing you’ll have to beg for,” he told her in a coaxing voice. “Though I’m told I suck amazingly.” And he licked the nipple and grinned up at her.

  To his delight, Audrey squirmed in his arms—squirmed—and moaned. “You . . . you . . . tease.”

  “Mmm,” he said, and nuzzled the nipple again.

  “Please,” she exploded. “Please give me more.”

  “More what?”

  “Your mouth,” she breathed. “I need it.”

  “Mmm. Need it where?” He flicked the nipple with his tongue in a leisurely fashion. “I’m afraid I lack specifics.”

  “My pussy,” she said in a low voice, her teeth gritted as if the words were being ripped from her throat.

  Ah, his sweet little control freak. Reese chuckled and moved his fingers against her pussy. “You don’t want me to start with my hands? Impatient, aren’t we?”

  “Hands are good, too,” she panted.

  “You want to ask me for my hands?”

  “No?”

  “Shame,” he said, enjoying her flustered breaths. “I’ve a mind to use them right about now.” And he dipped a finger into her hot, slick well.

  She arched up, almost coming off the blanket. “Ah! Reese!” Her cry echoed in the woods and she clapped a horrified hand over her mouth.

  “Now that sounded sweet,” he chuckled. “I think you deserve a reward.” And his finger brushed through her wetness, sliding back and forth in a teasing pattern, heading for her clit. She was soaking wet, her pussy and thighs damp with her juices. He circled the hard bud of her clit. “Does that feel better, sexy?”

  She cried out, her eyes closed with ecstasy, and her legs parted even more for him.

  Audrey was glorious in her need. He ran his finger along her clit again, then slid down deeper, circling her opening. He slid his first finger inside her, and when she whimpered, added a second finger, stroking her. She was so slick with her own juices that her body was making soft sucking noises, as if greedy for his fingers. And with every stroke of his fingers into her warmth, he’d reach up and brush her clit with his thumb.