Distracting the Billionaire's Son

by Jordan Bell

  “Jonah,” I moaned. “Now. Please. Please.”

  He climbed the bed, positioned himself so he could rub his member up my slit and nuzzled the head against my clit. He liked when I thrust my hips back against him.

  “Mmm, that’s it Jessica. That’s my girl.” He slid from my clit back down and pushed just enough for the head to part my lips and slide inside. He leaned over me, panted and stroked my skin, my hips, my back, anything he could touch. I moaned, begged for him to take me, he pulled back and them rammed forward.

  I gasped, buried my face in his blanket and screamed his name. He was so deep inside of me, stretching me to fit his girth. He slid out, nearly all the way, and then rammed me again, pile driving me into the bed and with each thrust grunting with the effort of forcing himself inside of me.

  “God, you’re so tight. That’s right Jessica, good girl, show me how much you want it. Prove it to me.”

  I moaned and pushed back into him when he drove me into the bed and in a moment we were matching thrusts. I rose onto my elbows, dropped my head forward. It was so good, so much more than I thought I could ever have.

  “More!”

  He started thrusting in and out faster, deep, very deep, then in and out quick before slowing again. He panted, moaned my name under his breath.

  “So beautiful,” he gasped and thrust faster, harder, until he had to hold onto my hips to keep us together. “Oh, Jessica, I don’t want to come yet. You make me so fucking hot. Come for me, baby, show me.”

  He pulled back and let me go wild on him, fucking back against his body with all I had. I was so close to exploding, the pressure filling me up, making me shake with the effort of fucking him. He whispered his pleasure, urged me on faster. When I was about the come he grabbed my hips again with a loud growl and thrust himself deep inside of me. “That’s it, Jessica. Take it, sweetheart. Take it!”

  His sudden climax sent me over the edge and I joined him, bucking my hips in time with each wave that passed from fingertip to toes. I closed my eyes, buried my face in the cool comforter and felt each delicious shudder that passed through my body.

  He rocked gently, bent over my ass, before sliding slowly out of me. I gasped when he popped free and all I wanted was him back inside of me. I craved it. As soon as he released me I collapsed into his bed and he crawled along my body, put his arms around mine and turned me over onto my back so he could see my face.

  “Jessica,” he whispered and kissed my face, my mouth, my eyes, throat. “Jess. God you’re beautiful.” He buried his face into my hair. “How could you have chosen me?”

  I reached for him, dug my fingers into his hair and pulled him down to kiss me. I didn’t even know who’d won. Maybe we both had. Jonah straddled my hips and shivered against my mouth, but this kiss wasn’t the hungry, desperate kiss of a man drowning. It was slower, softer. I whispered his name against his mouth and he responded by licking my tongue and sinking his body against mine.

  “I want to see you, all of you.”

  I groaned, no. No, he couldn’t do this to me. Not now. Not when we were so close. I broke the kiss and turned my face away. He couldn’t want this, didn’t know what he was asking. Not after what had just happened, how perfect it had been.

  “Trust me, Jonah, please. You don’t want that. Keep me just like this. If you want this as much as I do, you won’t ask this of me.”

  He dropped his head, buried his face into the crook of my neck. His breath there was hot against my skin. “I hate that there’s any part of you barred to me. Trust me, Jessica…Jess… nothing is going to stop me from taking you again, tonight, in the morning. Every night. I haven’t felt this, not this, in a very long time.” He leaned up, met my eyes in the darkness. The way the moonlight hit them, they were so green.

  “Trust me,” he begged. And I did.

  I closed my eyes, swallowed. Nodded, because I couldn’t do it myself, wouldn’t be able to do it myself. He took the bottom of my tank top and slid it up my torso until it was over my head and dropped it off the bed. The cool ocean air from the window licked my exposed skin, more naked than I had ever been. I kept my eyes closed, too afraid of his reaction when he saw the soft, slightly raised crisscrossing scars that made a roadmap of my belly up to the underside of my breasts. Time had lightened them, but they were still there, still making me so terribly imperfect. He went still, silent. I couldn’t even hear his breathing and every second that past killed me.

  And then he lowered his mouth to my belly and kissed me there, once, twice, traced scars from my belly button up to my breasts with the tip of his tongue and the whole of me exploded.

  He spent ages down there kissing me, exploring the scars no one but me and my doctors had ever touched. Minutes ago this was the ugliest part of me, the thing I was most ashamed of, but when he stroked my skin with his hands, his mouth, moaned my name against my lower belly, I was beautiful. More beautiful than Eva McCallister. I was his, exploring the sensation of my own skin for the very first time.

  He kissed his way up the swell of my breast, to my mouth, and for one deep, passionate moment, he kissed me and I kissed him back. He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine.

  “I’m enraptured by you, all of you. Never hide from me again. Not me. Promise me, Jessica. Promise me you’ll never be ashamed of this again. You’re too beautiful and I want all of you.”

  “Yes, yes, I promise,” I moaned, tears threatening my eyes. He kissed them away, pulled me up so he could unhook my bra and release my breasts. He made a tiny sound at the back of his throat and lowered me back to the bed so he could touch them, fondle them, worship them.

  We lay like that for hours. He spent most of it exploring me, kissing every inch of my body, especially the ones no one else had ever seen. “Good,” he said, taking one of my nipples into his mouth to suck on, to play with between his teeth. “They are mine now. Only mine. Promise me, Jess.”

  “I promise, who else would I sneak out to see?” I kissed his ear, sucked the lobe playfully. He groaned and reciprocated by trading one breast for the other so he’d be out of reach of my mouth.

  “That insufferable asshole who has been your shadow since he arrived. It’s made me crazy, the way his eyes undress you.”

  I grinned, loving the way he lapped at my breast with his tongue, cupping it in his hand. “Good, you deserve to be a little jealous after everything you put me through.”

  “These,” he said, grabbing handfuls of each breast. They were too big for his whole hand, something I was sure would be a flaw when he saw them. “These are my favorite things in the whole world. How have I lived so long without them?” I laughed and he captured my laughter with his mouth. He was so light, light as air, the hardness a very distant memory. It was just us in the world.

  Jonah sighed against the swell of my breast, kissed his way to my nipple. “This is a terrible idea, it always has been. You got out of my sister’s car in those little shorts, all tousled and messy and completely unkempt and I was done for. I thought I was hallucinating you on the beach, like I’d wished you into existence. You have no idea.”

  “My turn.” I pushed him off me and climbed onto his hips so his cock was trapped against me. He groaned and rubbed himself up against me. “Maybe you did wish me into existence. Maybe that’s why I’m here.”

  “Jess, oh,” he sighed and started a slow rhythmic movement between my legs. I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. “You are so bad for me. If my father found out what I was doing with you, Jesus, to you…”

  “Not him, Jonah. Of all people not to bring in here.”

  “No, listen to me, Jess. This is important. If he found out about this, I don’t know what he’d do. You’re younger than I am by five years. You’re my sister’s best friend. You’re still in college…it wouldn’t be well accepted. Do you understand? We can only keep this a secret so long before someone notices. Before that asshole touches you and I’m forced to break his arm for it.”


  “Before Eva McCallister takes her bikini top off for you?”

  He laughed and urged his hips up into me again. “Already tried. I told her no.”

  This surprised me. “You told her no?”

  “All I wanted was to get the hell off that boat and somewhere alone with you. We’re vacationing in the woods. Do you know how many places we can sneak away to?”

  “Mmm,” I put my hands on his shoulders, kissed his mouth, kissed his chest. His breath quickened when I reached between us and took his cock in my hand. “I’ve never had sex in the woods before.”

  “Jessica…” he warned, and exhaled as I positioned his cock under me and began the agonizing creep back onto it. We both groaned when he slid inside, everything still so tender and sensitive. “You just can’t get enough, can you?”

  “Nope. So about taking me out to the woods…?”

  He grinned and thrust up into me. I reciprocated by rising up and lowering myself down on him slowly. Our bodies were slick with sweat and cum and we slid against each other deliciously. “There are a lot of places all over the world I’d like to take you. And take you. And take you.”

  All over the world. That meant beyond the next week and a half. I hadn’t considered such a thing, hadn’t allowed myself to anyway. The idea that this could keep happening, that I could see Jonah Silver again was an intoxicating idea. I bit my bottom lip and urged myself up and down on him faster.

  “Give me that,” he ordered and pulled my face down to kiss me. He sucked at my bottom lip, bit it gently.

  “I can keep a secret, Jonah. I’ll play nice.”

  He growled and slapped my ass, but not hard. I liked the sound it made. “You can’t be nice. You’re the naughtiest girl I’ve ever met.”

  “I guess I just can’t help myself around you.”

  “Then there’s no hope our secret will be kept for long.” He took my wrists and rolled me over onto my back without so much as sliding out. He pushed my knees up and spent a lovely long time sliding in and out of me, concentrating on kissing me and touching my body. We came again, softer this time, to his fingertips on my breasts and my hands on his back. The heaviness of his body was thrilling. He was right, I didn’t know how I’d keep myself away from him under the sun and only enjoy him long after it had set.

  We were in trouble.

  Seven

  Jonah walked me back to my cabin, our fingers intertwined like teenagers. It was very early and since breakfast with the Silvers was more of a brunch affair, we didn’t think we’d be seen by anyone. Shannon’s bed was neatly made and empty, so was mine, so I snuck in and grabbed some clothes and my shower kit. Jonah kissed me against the rough wall before we made it out again.

  “I have to shower, I’m so gross.” I laughed and pushed him back, but this only made him more insistent he have my mouth against his.

  “Then let me help. I like showers.” We both glanced at the communal shower building and neither of us could get to it fast enough. We flipped the occupied sign on and locked the door. The room was big and round with shower heads in a half circle. We struggled clumsily to get undressed as fast as possible. I was still kicking off my jeans when he took me around the waist and lifted me against the wall.

  The feeling of his hot body pressing me into the cool tiles was delicious. He kissed me, and fought to get the shower to turn on at the same time. The water shot us with a rain of cold, making us both scream and laugh before he fixed the knob on hot.

  The water made us quickly slippery. He pushed me against the wall and took out my soap, lathered it between his hands with a wicked look in his eyes.

  “Do you want to play, Jessica?”

  “God, yes.” The water made rain down my face and shoulders. He took my hand and guided me to grasp the low wall that separated each shower space, only about waist high. He positioned himself behind me, rubbed his slippery fingers between my legs.

  “Tell me if you don’t like it, do you understand?”

  The water, hot now, steamed around us and fell like rain along my back to meet the space between us. He rubbed his length along me and I moaned in response. I had no idea why he’d think I wouldn’t like him inside of me.

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “God, Jess, you are too much. I’ve never met someone so eager. Show me you want it, push me inside of you.” He slid his soapy fingers down my hips and positioned himself like a hard rod between my legs. I obeyed and worked my hips backwards until I pushed him inside of me. “That’s it Jess, keep it just like that.”

  I closed my eyes, my skin electrified by the water, by his voice, by his hands. I worked back and forth, sliding him in and out, quickly then slow. I could hear him gasping and panting with the effort of not taking over and having me against the wall, but he held back, let me do the work. I moaned as the pressure inside me increased each time I pumped him in and out. I had all the power here; he was giving me full control of his pleasure. It was intoxicating and made me mad with lust for him. When I sped up and couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down, desperate to feel him come inside me, he touched his soapy finger against my clit and my whole body jerked and bucked in surprise.

  Jonah groaned, held my hips still with his free hand and rubbed his finger there, gentle, probing. It felt incredible, naughty, wrong, and wonderful all at the same time.

  I needed him to know how much I wanted him.

  He worked the swollen, sensitive button in time with my sudden, explosive orgasm. He worked it back and forth in time with my hips and I came, and came and came, gasping and panting and begging him not to stop.

  “That’s my beautiful girl, you like that don’t you?” He groaned, pumped in and out, so slick with my juices he had a hard time staying inside of me. While I was still trembling beneath him he gasped, grabbed my hips and came a moment later. He whispered my name as he rocked into me one last time.

  “Good girl, Jess. You are such a pleasure to control. Come here.”

  He drew me up, held me against his body when I didn’t think I could stand on my own, and we stood there for a long time under the water, letting it clean the evidence from our skin. I was shivering, cold and hot at the same time, wrapped in his arms. This, I could stay like this forever.

  He pressed his face into my wet hair, breathed against my ear and held me. Just held me. The way his body wrapped around me I thought, maybe, maybe he needed me more than even he knew.

  It was hard to disentangle, but he made up for it by leaning me against the wall and exploring my body with soapy fingers. He could see the scars better now, but he didn’t flinch away from them. He traced them as he washed them.

  “What did this, can you tell me?” he asked, gentle when he washed the ones that marred the underside of my breasts.

  “A car accident.” I swallowed. It was unreal that he could see them and wasn’t repulsed. I expected him to look away at any minute, but he didn’t. “When I was in high school. It killed my mom, and almost me too.”

  He went still for a moment, then looked up at my face. “I am sorry, Jessica.”

  I hated that he’d asked, that this moment was tainted by my sadness. I shrugged a little. “It’s fine.”

  “I doubt that is true.”

  “I like being here with your family, Jonah. They are really normal in a way I haven’t known for a very long time. I wish you could see it through my eyes.”

  Jonah rubbed his thumb across my cheek, displacing lines of water that splashed against our bodies. There was something intimately beautiful being so naked and wet with this man.

  “You are very beautiful Jess, and being with you has been significantly better than anything I’ve had in a very long time. But even you can’t undo a lifetime of disappointed expectations and unforgiving recriminations. It just is what it is for me and I can’t put an ocean between me and then fast enough.”

  This knowledge unglued me. He knelt down and pressed his face against my belly, my scars. I touched his hair, held him there
.

  The water turned cold long before we let go.

  ***

  Shannon loaded her plate down with the egg scramble, coated it in a hollandaise sauce, and paired it with a side of baked asparagus. She picked two pastries, one strawberry glazed, one dusted with pistachios, and topped everything off with a fat biscuit rubbed down with butter.

  “Shannon Renee Silver, you are not always going to have the metabolism of a teenager. You’d better slow down,” Mrs. Silver warned. She had a hardboiled egg in a cup, decidedly less appealing than Shannon’s mountain of sweets.

  Shannon dropped into her seat, sucked butter off her thumb. “Then I will be soft and happy.”

  Melissa sighed and pushed her plate away. “Watching you eat makes me gain ten pounds.” Shannon stuck her tongue out and then took a big bite of strawberry pastry.

  Jonah and I ate like we’d been deprived of food for days. It helped the pastries were buttery and warm. We stole looks over steaming cups of coffee. I slipped out of my sandals and touched my toe along his ankle. He brushed my hand when we both went for the butter.

  “Jess! Grades are posted!” Shannon thumbed her smartphone chaotically before clutching it against her chest and squealing. “I officially never have to take another French class again! Final year, here we come.” Shannon reached over the table and handed her phone to me. She was a solid A and B student, but in her architecture classes she was the absolute star.

  “My money well spent, then?” Mr. Silver asked and Shannon blushed uncomfortably.

  “Yes, well spent.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I pulled up a new web page on her phone, scrolled through for my grades.

  “Another year and you’ll be on your own and it’ll be Eric’s turn to siphon me dry. How many kids do we have left? Aren’t we almost done churning them out?” Mrs. Silver laughed.