In the Billionaires Club

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by Burroughs, Anne


  Phillip had said that they’d walk the Grand Canal, browse some shops, and look at some of the historical buildings and architecture. But first they had to check into the hotel. The drive from the private airport was kind of ugly through concrete and dingy suburban sprawl, but Gin didn’t care. She held Phillip’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder. When the car stopped, he kissed the top of her head, and helped her out of the car.

  At check-in, Gin froze over a choice she had planned on making later. The front desk clerk said, “Mr. Rogers. Two non-smoking rooms. View of the Grand Canal.” Two rooms. In her heart and soul she knew she didn’t want two rooms. She wanted to share the entire trip at Phillip’s side. She had made that decision while falling asleep on the plane in the arms of a satisfied and happy Phillip. It just felt right. But was it too soon to let him know that?

  To make matters worse, she had assumed that Phillip would just book a single room. She was realistic. Her first introduction to him was him asking about her not wearing underwear and pretty much staring at her tits. He was a young brash CEO. He invited her to Italy. She had no doubt that he expected her to have sex with him. Until the flight she had actually debated over the best way to say “no” to the anticipated advances.

  But he didn’t act that way. He was an odd combination of initial brashness followed by respectful distance. And when you gave him the green light he didn’t hesitate. He didn’t push her to have sex on the plane, but when she went down on him, he didn’t object at all and he then went right to casual nudity the next morning, as if they had been sleeping together for a long time.

  Now at the hotel it was the same thing. He had booked two rooms, and she had a good idea as to how it would play out if she asked for one—he wouldn’t object, and he would then assume that the weekend would be more about sex than a romantic dinner. He would wait for her to open the door, and then he would charge right through.

  The truth was that Gin liked Phillip’s odd mixture of alpha male and respect, and the idea that he would turn a romantic weekend into one about sex was actually rather exciting to her. The only thing that bothered her was Vinnie’s comment that Phillip was a conquerer. The thought had been nagging her since they left Oakland, and she wondered if following her own desires would be wrong.

  If Gin gladly opened the doors for Phillip and he charged through them would he find some new woman? It seemed absurd. She had given him a blowjob on the plane, and here he was booking two rooms. That wasn’t the act of someone who was taking his conquest for granted.

  She decided to follow her heart.

  “One room,” she blurted out. Phillip looked at her, a slight smile on his face.

  “One room?” The front desk clerk asked.

  “Yes,” Phillip replied without any hesitation.

  “Very well. We have a penthouse suite with a king-sized bed.”

  Before the clerk could say anything else, Phillip said, “We’ll take it.”

  Gin watched as Phillip pulled out his Amex black card and paid for the room. He tipped the bellman an absurd amount of money to take their bags up so that he and Gin could immediately head out.

  The hotel was old and majestic and right on the Grand Canal. “Let’s walk first, and then as the sun goes down we can grab a gondola.” Gin nodded, prepared to say yes to anything Phillip recommended.

  They held hands and walked along various alleyways. Phillip seemed to know every nook and cranny and the various shops and food stalls they contained. They started across an ancient bridge and when they were halfway across Phillip stopped. “This is Rialto Bridge.” He looked wistful. “I think this is the most romantic spot in the world. It’s this old beautiful bridge, kind of beat up but still noble. The Grand Canal is beneath us, with Gondolas taking lovers from one spot to another.” He turned to Gin and put his palm on her cheek. “I’m so glad you are here with me.”

  Gin’s heart started to beat faster as Phillip leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It wasn’t the stolen kiss back at the Billionaire’s Club. Hell, they hadn’t even kissed on the plane, and she had given him a blowjob.

  It was strange, even as they shared intimate moments on a bed in the plane a kiss just didn’t seem to happen. Now the time felt right, and their first real kiss could not have been more special—a Venice kiss, full of romance and potential. She lost track of time as Phillip put his arms around her, and she did the same to him. His soft tongue pressed against her lips, and she gladly opened her mouth, sharing a deep romantic kiss above the Grand Canal in Venice.

  Their bodies pulled close, Gin could feel Phillip’s desire pushing against her hip. She closed her lips and lightly sucked on Phillip’s tongue. He smiled, and they pressed their lips together as their hands caressed each other’s back. Phillip’s hand slid down and lightly caressed Gin’s ass before he pulled away.

  She looked up at him, breathing heavily. She wanted him. Right there. Badly. He was the single most romantic and sexy man she had ever met in her life. If he had said, “Gin let’s just go back to the hotel and spend the rest of our trip in the room naked,” she gladly would have done it.

  Instead, he took her hands in his and said, “The restaurant is near Piazzo San Marcos. We’ll need to take a gondola. Are you ready?”

  She nodded. Oh yes. I’m ready for that and a whole lot more.

  Gin barely remembered dinner. They shared a bottle—or was it two—of Italian wine and an extraordinary meal. They sat at the Chef’s table, and the chef served them. He was clearly world famous but Gin couldn’t remember his name. While everything was wonderful, she spent the whole meal looking forward to getting back to the hotel room.

  As Phillip looked at the wine list for an after dinner liqueur, Gin leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s have dessert back at the hotel room.” Phillip glanced up her, and she gave him what she hoped was a pretty obvious “fuck me” look.

  He smiled a mischievous smile and stood up. “Excuse me for a moment, and then we can leave.” As he passed behind Gin’s chair, he turned and gave her a hug from behind, his face buried in her hair. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I can’t wait for dessert.” As he spoke he slid his hand down across the front of her top, caressing her breasts and gently squeezing her nipples.

  An electric shock of pleasure spread through Gin’s body. Phillip stood up and walked away, leaving her wired with sexual tension.

  She took a deep breath. She had opened the door, and Phillip wasted no time rushing through.

  In the gondola on the way back, they sat on small seat and gave up any pretense of budding innocent romance. Phillip’s hands caressed her tits and slid up between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Each touch sent a shiver through her. She stroked his cock through his pants. He was rock hard.

  They stumbled into their hotel room, a mess of caresses, kisses, hugs, and grasping hands.

  chapter nine

  Phillip slammed the door a bit too hard behind them and laughed at the resounding boom it made. “Sorry!”

  “Not to scare you, but that’s not nearly as loud as I am when I have a strong orgasm.”

  Phillip grinned and kissed her hard, running his hands over her tits. He pulled away. “Oh, you are going to be waking the whole hotel tonight then.”

  “Promises, promises,” Gin replied. She held up her forefinger. “I hate to do this, but I haven’t had a shower since yesterday. I’m going to jump in the bathroom and meet you—” She looked around the room. “—Jesus, this room is huge. Well, wherever the bed is I’ll meet you there.”

  Laughing, Phillip replied. “That’s a good idea. I’ll get cleaned up, too. Take your time. We have all night.”

  Gin walked into the bathroom. It was as big as her apartment, with a huge marble jetted tub, and a big shower with no shower head. The water looked like it fell from holes in the ceiling. It had marble seats in two corners and glass on three sides.

  Turning on the shower, she watched as the water fell like
soft rain. Gin stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water felt wonderful as it both stung and caressed her skin. She washed her hair and rubbed body wash all over. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the smooth feeling as the water slid across her skin, rinsing her off. She ran her hands across her body, enjoying the wet, clean feel.

  When her fingers slid across her pubic hair, she smiled with an idea that she thought would surprise Phillip. She jumped out of the shower and grabbed a hotel razor from the sink. Putting one leg up on one of the marble seats, she shaved herself smooth.

  The process was incredibly erotic and she was burning with desire when she finished. Running her fingertips down her abdomen to her pussy lips, she loved how it felt so smooth. Gin thought of Phillip’s smooth balls and cock and couldn’t stop herself. She stroked her clit as the water rained down.

  “That may have been the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” Gin jerked her eyes open to see Phillip standing on the other side of the steamy shower glass. He was completely naked. He opened the shower door and walked in, closing it behind him. His cock was as hard as steel.

  “I thought—” Gin didn’t know quite what to say, but it didn’t matter. Phillip passed his finger against her lips.

  “I need a closer look.” Gin shivered in anticipation as Phillip lightly kissed her lips, her chin, and then each nipple. He paused to suck her nipples for a bit, which made her lean her head back in pleasure. His deliciously soft tongue slid down the front of her body until Phillip was kneeling in front of her.

  He kissed her right above her clit, where moments before she had a small patch of hair. The skin was extra sensitive, and when Phillip slid his tongue out and licked her right where she had just shaved, she let out an “Mmmmm.”

  His tongue slid down with a long lick along her pussy, sliding between her lips. He licked up and down, each stroke building up the pleasure between Gin’s legs. She spread her legs a bit, and Phillip reached around with his hands and started to caress her ass as he shoved his tongue further into her pussy.

  Moving his head up, Phillip gave a slight tug with his lips and Gin felt him suck on her clit. The pleasure was extraordinary, with his hands on her ass, his head between her legs, the hot water flowing down on them, and his tongue flicking against her clit while his lips would suck every so often.

  Phillip focused his tongue on short, firm licks of her clit. Each one pushed her closer to orgasm. “Oh God, don’t stop doing that. Fuck fuck fuck. Don’t stop.”

  As he continued to lick, Gin rocketed straight to the point of no return. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Gin practically screamed as she bucked her hips and her legs went weak. Phillip pushed his face harder against her pussy, clutching at her ass with his hands. “Oh yes, yes yes!” Gin was panting and yelling as the orgasm pulsed through her body. Her nerve endings were overwhelmed with pleasure, and she pushed Phillip’s head away, as she collapsed on one of the marble chairs in the shower.

  Phillip stood up, the water streaming down in rivulets over his hot lean body. His cock had softened a bit, and as he looked at her he started to stroke it, which just overwhelmed Gin with even more desire. “That. Was. Amazing.” Gin panted.

  “Turn around and put your hands on that seat,” he said with an intensity that was arousing. It was pure lust turned into language.

  She wasn’t sure if she could handle anything more for a while, but Phillip had just given her the most amazing orgasm with his tongue. If he wanted to fuck her in the shower, she was going to damn well let him do it. She stood up, but before she turned around she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it. It was rock hard in seconds.

  Gin stood on her tip toes and kissed Phillip on the cheek as she stroked his cock. Pulling her lips from his cheek, she whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

  Letting go of his cock, she turned and leaned forward, pushing her ass backward as she placed her hands on the marble. A moment later, she felt Phillip’s cock slide against her ass and then between her legs. He didn’t wait and shoved it inside her. She was sopping wet, and he slid in easily.

  She closed her eyes as Phillip grabbed her hips with his hands and started thrusting. There was no subtlety. No slow strokes. No teasing. He fucked her hard and deep. “Oh god, your pussy feels so good,” Phillip said. Gin loved the raw desire she felt as his hard cock slid in and out. He started thrusting faster. “Oh yeah, you have a body made for fucking.”

  Suddenly pulling out, Phil tugged on her hip. “Get on your knees.” Gin wasn’t enthusiastic about this porn star move, but she wanted Phillip to enjoy his orgasm as much as she enjoyed hers, so she slid down to the floor and knelt in front of him. He shoved his cock against her lips.

  Gin hated sucking a cock after it had fucked her, so she stroked his cock with her hands while the shower rinsed it off. “No! Suck me.” Phillip pushed her hand away. Gin wrapped her lips around his cock and slid him in and out.

  “God, you are amazing,” he said breathlessly. “That’s right. Suck my cock. Be my cocksucker. Suck my cock.” With each word, Gin could feel Phillip start to tense more and more until he pulled himself out of her mouth.

  She looked up. He was staring at her, like a predator ready to strike. He was stroking his cock. “I’m coming!” he exclaimed, and a second later a stream of cum shot against her chin. “Oh god. I’m going to come all over your gorgeous tits.” Phillip continued to stroke, and cum shot against her chest. More cum shot out onto her chest and then more dripped from the end of his cock onto her tits.

  As Gin stood up the shower water quickly rinsed Phillip’s cum down the drain. Phillip looked like he was in heaven. “Jesus, Gin. You are the hottest girl I’ve ever fucked.”

  Gin’s stomach went in a knot at the comment. The idea of being a conquest entered her head, and it scared her. She took a breath and calmed herself. You heard him while he was fucking you, Gin, that’s just how he is, she said to herself. Phillip is just one of those guys who lose all control when he’s naked with a woman. Romantic sex probably didn’t exist for Phillip. That was okay to Gin. She didn’t need that. As long as Phillip was the same respectful guy during the day, she was totally fine with passionate and wild fucking at night.

  Smiling, Gin wrapped her arms around Phillip. “That was great.”

  “That was amazing,” Phillip replied.

  Gin smiled. She was starting to figure Phillip out. He was a compartmentalized guy. If she opened the door, he’d charge through and act like a frat boy, all “suck my cock” and “I bet you’re not wearing underwear,” but it was she who was in charge of the door.

  As they fell asleep next to each other on the luxurious bed, Gin took a deep satisfied breath. Sure, Phillip, I’m your cocksucker, but you’re my boyfriend, and I quite like being both those things.

  Gin hadn’t really thought much of Phillip’s fame until they checked out of the hotel early the next morning. They had walked out the front door right into a photographer who took photos of the two of them arm-in-arm. She was horrified.

  They had to leave early to get back to the West Coast by Monday, so Gin had planned on getting ready on the plane. She had a nice outfit on, but her hair was styled in what she and Lisa called “recently fucked.” There was also the obvious fact that she was being photographed coming out of a hotel.

  She didn’t much mind people knowing that she was sleeping with Phillip, but as the camera clicked she realized she wanted that knowledge to be shared on her terms. She looked over at Phillip, and he had a huge smile on his face. He loves the attention, Gin realized.

  After climbing into the car, Gin decided not to complain about the paparazzi. If Phillip was proud of walking out of the hotel with her, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? It did sour her mood, so when they got to the plane, she passed on watching a movie and crawled under the covers to take a nap.

  Phillip seemed rather distant after she woke up. She was in her panties and a t-shirt, while he was wearing his sweat pants. They were
sitting at the table in the middle of the plane drinking coffee.

  “Is something wrong?” Gin asked.

  “No.” Phillip looked up and smiled. “I’m sorry, I just have a pretty intense week ahead of me. I fly off to New York on Tuesday, and, well, just a lot of work ahead for me.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “Nothing for you to be worried about.” Gin nodded and sipped her coffee.

  Later, as Phillip took their mugs to the sink. She walked up and gave him a hug from behind, pressing her hands against his chest while she kissed the back of his neck. “I think you need to relax.” She slid her hands down his bare chest. “Let’s go back to the bed.” She slid her hands under his sweatpants.

  Phillip grabbed her hands gently and pulled them up. “I’m sorry, I love the idea, Gin, and I can’t believe I’m saying this to the hottest girl on the planet, but I think I’m a bit too stressed right now.” He turned around and put his arms around her. Looking down at her face, he added, “It’s not you, honestly. I get this way every Sunday. I guess I’m that stupid cliche—work hard and play hard. Sundays are the day I transition into work hard.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “Well, I like playing with you hard.” She laughed at her own stupid joke, while Phillip laughed along with her.

  As they pulled up to Gin’s apartment in Oakland, Phillip helped carry her luggage in. As Phillip stood at the doorway, ready to leave, he looked unsure, even nervous. Gin touched his arm. “I don’t want you to go either, but I’m not sure you’d like to spend the night in Oakland.”

  “Yeah,” he replied absentmindedly. “I mean, no. I’d stay here if I could. Just thinking about work. You know—“

  “Work hard. Play hard.” Gin nodded.

  “You got it.” Phillip reached back and pulled out his wallet. “Here. Come by the Club tomorrow. I’ll have a better idea about my week. We can make plans then.”

 

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