In the Billionaires Club

by Burroughs, Anne

  The entryway was a plywood door. The renovation of the wing off to the right looked like it was mostly finished, while the wing to the left looked like it was about to collapse. Gin yanked the door open. “Leave my bags on the porch, Frank. Thank you so much. You can head back.” The words came out in a rush, and Gin didn’t even think if they were wise. She didn’t even want to consider the possibility of asking Frank to take her back to Oakland.

  She opened the plywood door.

  The mansion was a shell to the left. Construction and renovation equipment filled the outline of rooms with no walls. The entryway was better, but everything was covered in tarps and supported with wooden planks and scaffolding. Still, even with the mess she could appreciate the beautiful marble staircase that led upstairs.

  From outside she heard Frank’s limousine pull away and head off down the road.

  The difference was astonishing as Gin pushed aside a plastic sheet and took a step into the wing to the right. Sconces ran the length of the hall, revealing a beautiful lush carpet over hardwood floors. She couldn’t remember being in a more beautiful house.

  Closed doors to rooms ran along the hallway to the left and right. At the very end was an open door with bright light pouring out. He’s there, Gin thought. She wanted to rush to Vin, but she wanted to surprise him, to not give him an opportunity to be angry over her presence until she apologized.

  So she approached slowly.

  The beauty of the details of the woodwork and the paintings that lined the walls were stunning and drew her attention. About halfway down the hall, one large painting of fields and hills caught her eye. It was extraordinary. She couldn’t help but stare at it.

  “Winslow Homer. See the house in the distance. Does it look familiar?”

  Gin jerked her head to the right to see Vin standing in the doorway at the end of the hallway. She gasped. He was leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed, the light behind him a dramatic background. He had a commanding, even noble, presence that Gin had never noticed before.

  “Vin—” Gin whispered.

  “It’s this house and the original vineyard. I bought the painting before I bought the property. I want to return it to the beauty in the painting. I can’t believe you focused on that one painting. It means so much to me.”

  Gin ran to him. He stood still, watching her approach, and for a moment Gin thought that he would shove her aside, telling her off for being so shallow, so cruel, and so stupid. But then he reached out to her, his arms welcoming her in a way that his voice always did but that she never understood.

  She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Vin. I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry, Gin.” Vin’s arms pulled her tight, and Gin felt him kiss her head. “It’s okay.”

  She pulled back and looked up at him. “I love you, Vin. I love you with my entire being.” Gin lowered her head, “But I know what you think. I got burnt by another guy, and now I’m chasing another billionaire.”

  Vin placed his palms against each of Gin’s cheeks and gently turned her face up to his. Gin had never seen a more handsome man. His dimples were perfect as they framed his beautiful smile, and his eyes—they were a combination of sympathy, love, and—something else. “Gin, if you were willing to take me as an alcoholic bartender. I’m pretty certain that you weren’t thinking of money at all.”

  Vin leaned down and kissed her. Gin dropped her arms to her side, letting Vin’s hands hold her as his soft lips pressed against hers. He let go and stood up straight.

  “Rich called you?” Vin nodded.

  “I’ve said this before, but I don’t think you understood at the time. I love you, Gin.”

  “I love you, too,” Gin whispered, and a torrent of feelings were set free. The tears were gone. The anxiety and fear were gone. All that she felt was love and a desire so strong she couldn’t hold it back if she wanted to. “Kiss me, Vin. Hold me. I love you. Even if I didn’t know it, I’ve always loved you.”

  Vin gently caressed her face with his hand, wiping her tears away with his thumb. “You are so passionate,” he whispered.

  As he said the words, Gin realized that he was right. She badly wanted him. The desire was overwhelming. She wanted to touch, feel, and taste Vin. “I need you to make love to me,” she whispered.

  She had always been incredibly sexual. She loved sex, adored it even. It was part of who she was, for better or worse, and now she knew it was part of something more, something wonderful and sweet and hot in a way that made her feel butterflies in her stomach.

  “You sure that wouldn’t be a mistake?” Vin had the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Your recent track record seems to suggest caution on that front.”

  “Oh my God.” Gin slapped Vin on the arm. “I can’t believe you went there!” She smiled. Only Vin would tease her when she expressed her love for him and asked him to make love to her.

  “Hey, I’m just saying you don’t know what you’re getting into with me.” The tone of Vin’s voice made it clear that he was not only teasing her, but he was teasing her, with the possibility of unknown sexual adventures. “After all, I’m the one who invited you to a weekend in Sonoma. I’m afraid my intentions may not have been pure.”

  Gin had never experienced foreplay like this. It was more arousing than if Vin was undressing her. Was this even foreplay? All she knew was that it was amusing and fun and natural, which also made it hotter. In fact, Vin’s implying that she didn’t know what she would be getting into with him put her well beyond the romantic concept of making love. She wanted to fuck Vin until he was lost in ecstasy.

  “I think you’re the one who will be getting into something,” Gin said, flashing her own mischievous smile. Before he could reply, she reached over and took Vin’s right hand in hers. She kissed his palm and then pressed his hand against the middle of her chest. “This is yours, Vin.” She then slid his hand over and shivered as she cupped it against her breast. “This is yours, too.” She then slid his hand down between her legs. She closed her eyes and gasped as she pressed his hand against her pussy. “This is yours, too.” She was wet with incredible desire.

  Gin let go, but Vin kept his hand in place. The eroticism of his hand right there while he didn’t do anything with it was maddening. Gin swallowed and looked up at Vin’s face. She had never seen the look on his face before. It was pure lust and desire, like he wanted to take her, own her, ravish her. She took a deep breath. His look, and the sensation of his hand pressing against her pussy made her want to do nothing more than to rip off her shorts and panties.

  A small smile formed on Vin’s face. He pushed his hand against Gin’s pussy, making her gasp. He then said, “I don’t know. Maybe we should go slow.”

  Two can play the tease game. Gin smiled and pressed her hand against Vin’s crotch. His cock was hard and straining against his jeans. “Vin, we are going to be together in this house for the next three days and two nights.” She started to run her palm up and down his cock. “At some point we are going to make love. You know it. I know it. So it’s not a matter of if it is going to happen. It’s a matter of when it’s going to happen.”

  Gin slid her hands up to the button of Vin’s jeans. “And don’t you think it would be better to do it now—” Gin unbuttoned the top button of Vin’s jeans and then slowly lowered his zipper. “—than later?” She slid her hand down along the front of Vin’s briefs. “Don’t you think it would be better to not wait?”

  Vin nodded his head, but didn’t say anything as Gin stroked his cock through the cotton material of his briefs. “Hmm. You don’t sound too sure.” Gin kissed Vin on the chest. “Maybe you need some convincing.” She kissed him a little lower and then left a trail of kisses as she lowered herself to her knees.

  Gin tugged his jeans down to his ankles and then kissed Vin’s cock through his briefs. She looked up and smiled as Vin stared at her. He was in pure bliss. She licked his cock through the material
. “You will totally think less of me for saying this, but I’m really good at blowjobs.” She then tugged down his briefs and took Vin’s cock in her hand.

  “I don’t think less of you.” Gin licked the head of his cock. “Ohhh. In fact, I think I may love you more.”

  Gin looked up and smiled. “Let me get this straight. You love me more for having fucked a lot of guys.”

  “I love you more for practicing with a lot of guys as you prepared for perfection with me,” Vin replied. Gin stroked his cock with her hand.

  “Oh, so you’re expecting perfection? That’s a pretty high standard.”

  “Maybe you should sleep with a few more guys for practice, then.”

  “Asshole.” Gin laughed. “Anyway, I didn’t tell you I wasn’t perfect. Just that it was a high standard. In fact, tell me what you think.” Gin wrapped her lips around Vin’s cock and sucked gently. She then slid it deep into her mouth, pressing his cock against the back of her throat. She glided her mouth up and down on his cock, stopping at the end to flick her tongue against the spot right under the head.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good.”

  Gin pulled back and looked up, smiling. “Oh, I’m just getting started.” As she said the words, she felt Vin’s already hard cock get even harder in her hand. She licked his shaft and then lowered her head to lick and suck his balls. She stroked his cock with her hand while she licked his balls, pausing every so often to give them a soft suck.

  Running her tongue up the underside of Vin’s cock, she flicked her tongue along the underside of the head, enjoying how she could feel it move with each lick. Gin glanced up to see Vin staring at her. She smiled and then slid him into her mouth.

  Grabbing his ass with her hands, Gin pulled him into her mouth, his hard cock pressing against her throat. With a small push, she took his entire cock into her mouth and into her throat. She clutched his ass with her hands as she slid his cock out and then deep into her throat. She paused to enjoy the feeling of his abdomen and balls pressing against her lips.

  Vin groaned again and then put his hands on Gin’s head. She expected him to fuck her mouth with hard thrusts. Practically every guy did that when she deepthroated them, and she liked the animal passion of it, but Vin tugged up on her head. She pulled back and looked up.

  “Stand up.”

  “So how’d I do?” Gin said as she stood up.

  “Don’t be coy. You know that was amazing. Your self-assessment was spot on.” Vin ran his hands over Gin’s tits as she stroked his cock with her hand. He kicked off his shoes, jeans and underwear, as they stared at each other.

  “I love you,” Gin whispered.

  “I love you, too.” Vin started to unbutton her blouse.

  “I never talk during sex,” Gin said as Vin caressed her through her bra. He didn’t reply but leaned down and kissed her between her tits. “Actually, I do talk. I usually say things like, ‘fuck me harder.’ But I don’t usually crack jokes and talk about the previous guys I’ve had sex with.” Vin stood up, a smile on his face. “I like it, actually. Talking with you during sex is really hot.”

  “For the record, I totally don’t have a problem with you telling me to fuck you harder.”

  “Oh, you’ll be glad we’re alone in this huge house. I’ll be screaming lots of things.” Vin interrupted her by leaning forward and kissing her hard on the lips. They wrapped their arms around each other. Vin ran his hands down along Gin’s body and caressed her ass as they kissed.

  Vin pressed his tongue against Gin’s lips, and she opened her mouth. Their tongues flicked against each other, a dance of soft and wet touches and strokes. While they kissed, Vin undid Gin’s bra. He leaned back, and Gin slipped her bra off and let it fall to the floor.

  Vin brought his hands up and caressed Gin’s tits with his hands while he leaned forward and kissed her again. He lightly squeezed both her nipples, which made her gasp. Vin pulled back. “Did you like that?” She nodded. “Then you may like this better.” Vin then lowered his head and started to lick and suck her left nipple. He then ran his tongue down between her tits and up to her right one and did the same thing with the other nipple.

  His lips and tongue sucked and teased Gin’s one nipple, while his other hand caressed and squeezed the other. “That feels so good,” Gin said, each squeeze and suck giving her a shock of pleasure.

  Vin gave each nipple a kiss and then stood up straight. The two of them stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. “You will probably think less of me, but my tongue is really good at this licking thing.”

  Gin smiled. “Your experience with lollipops is not exactly the same as my experience with men.”

  Vin took Gin’s hand. “Follow me. I clearly have not convinced you of the loose morals of my tongue.”

  “Clearly. I await further evidence.” Gin followed as Vin walked into the room. It was amusing. She was topless, while Vin was bottomless. The room was a large library, with shelves of books all around. In one corner was a pile of blankets and pillows. “So when you invited me here for the weekend, you didn’t actually have a bed for us to sleep in?”

  “Well, the blankets are comfortable. Here. You’ll see.” Vin lowered himself onto the blankets, pulling Gin down with him. She landed on top of him, his hard cock pressing against her thigh.

  Gin was going to lower herself down to suck Vin’s cock some more when he pulled on her arm and rolled her over, with his body ending up above hers. He was on his hands, his body hovering above hers. He leaned down, kissed Gin on the lips, and then whispered in her ear, “Time for further evidence.”

  He kissed her cheek, her lips, her chin, and then her neck. He slid down and then kissed each of her nipples, which made Gin shudder in pleasure. He kissed her belly button and then kissed her pussy through her khaki shorts. Looking up, Vin smiled as he unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down.

  The feel of his fingertips sliding along her hips and then curling over the top her shorts and panties was delicious in building anticipation. She wanted to scream “pull them down!” And then he did. Vin slid both her shorts and panties off and gently pushed her legs apart. He leaned forward, kissed the inside of her thigh and then above her pussy. He licked her shaved mound and then down the left and right side of her pussy lips.

  Gin looked down and the view of Vin between her legs as he glanced up at her, smiled, slid his tongue out, and then finally licked between her lips made her moan. His tongue was soft and wet and long, delivering strokes of pleasure as he licked up and down with a slowness that was both wonderful and maddening.

  “You are so wet,” Vin whispered. He slipped his tongue between her lips and into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out, kissing her pussy lips with his lips, each time he pushed forward. “God, you taste so good.”

  While Vin’s soft licks were amazing, Gin’s clit was dying from anticipation. She reached down and as she lightly touched her clit her body jerked from the rush of pleasure. An orgasm was starting to build.

  “Let me help with that,” Vin said, taking her hand with his and pushing it up and out of the way. He then started his tongue at the very bottom of her pussy and then licked her all the way up to her clit, where he gently kissed her. With quick flicks of his tongue, Vin lightly stroked Gin’s clit. The pleasure was extraordinary, and Gin arched her back and moaned.

  He kissed her clit and then sucked on it gently, which made Gin tense her muscles as the pleasure spread through her body. As if that weren’t hot enough, Vin slid two fingers into her pussy and started to slide them in and out as his tongue alternated between long licks of her pussy with little sucks on her clit.

  After a few strokes, Gin felt her orgasm approaching. Reaching down, she put her hands on the back of Vin’s head and pushed his mouth harder against her pussy. She pressed her hips forward. “Oh oh oh!” Gin started to loudly moan. “Oh yes. Yes! Yes!” Vin’s tongue wasn’t so much licking her as pressing against her clit as she ground her hips forward. “Oh my
god! Yes! Yes! I’m coming, Vin. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Gin let go of Vin’s head as her hips bucked and her body twisted. The orgasm tensed every muscle in her body and overwhelmed her with pleasure. She reached down and grabbed Vin’s wrist, stopping him from touching her. She lay back and didn’t move, breathing heavily.

  “That. Was. Amazing,” Gin said between pants.

  Vin crawled up next to her and caressed her cheek with his left hand. “You are amazing.” Gin turned her head and kissed his palm. “And loud.”

  Laughing, Gin slapped Vin’s ass. “Seriously, what secrets are you hiding from me? You were not lying when you said you were really good at that.”

  Vin stroked her hair. “I’m twenty-five years old and went to Ohio State. Rumor has it that I’m also not the worst looking guy in the world. So it is possible that I may have had at least some experience at this while kicking around in college.”

  Gin kissed Vin hard on the lips while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his cock. It had gotten soft, but as she gently stroked it, she loved how hard he got in her hand. She covered his face with kisses and then whispered in Vin’s ear, “Make love to me. I want you above me as I stare into your eyes, feeling you inside me.”

  Vin slid over on top of Gin. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but as his hard cock slid across her thigh, she couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation. He rested on his elbows and slid both his hands under her head. The position was incredibly romantic. Their eyes were inches apart, and Vin’s hands were gently cradling her head.

  Spreading her legs, Gin reached down and grabbed Vin’s cock. He pushed his hips forward, and Gin closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling as she guided his cock between her lips and into her pussy. She was sopping wet, so there wasn’t any resistance at all. Just the touch of his cock against her pussy lips, and then he was inside her.