The Billionaire's Family Jewels: Flesh and Stone

by Spice Pendleton

As I rose to my feet and wiped my mouth, he moved to the couch, calling along the way, “What is it?”

  The two men from before entered, one still carrying the black briefcase. After nodding in my direction, they strode over to the coffee table and the man set his briefcase down while the other pulled out his cell phone.

  “Open it,” Nathan ordered from where he sat on the couch.

  The man with the briefcase did so, flipping it open and turning it around, revealing the Osiris Opal resting there on a bed of black velvet. I held my breath, recalling how it felt jammed inside my pussy.

  “We’ve got them on record,” the other man announced. “We’ll be ready for the event. Half the suspects have been on our list for years. They’re not getting away this time.”

  I caught my breath. Suspects? List? I cast a nervous glance to where Nathan calmly sat on the couch, his muscular arms resting along the back and his legs spread comfortably apart.

  “I’d expect nothing less from the FBI, Agent Thomson,” he replied in his deep baritone.

  Agent? I froze. The FBI? My heart began to race. I’d been a frequent visitor on the FBI’s Most Wanted list for quite some time now. Were they talking about that list?

  “Gia,” Nathan called my name without turning around. “Join us, please.”

  I didn’t budge.

  The FBI agent glanced over at me, curiously.

  So, was it a trap? Had Nathan brought me here to turn me in?

  When I didn’t move, Nathan tossed a glance my direction before turning back to the men. “Thanks for the update. You can leave now.”

  The men nodded. The one man reached for the briefcase.

  “No, leave it,” Nathan ordered and looking at me once again, nodded at the legendary stone. “Didn’t you want a closer look?”

  I let my eyes narrow into slits. Just what was Nathan up to? Was he trying to get the FBI agent to recognize me? But then, the agent turned on his heel and headed for the door.

  Nathan altered his voice and dipping it in the sensual zone, called me again “Gia, come.”

  Our gazes locked, mine, uncertain, and his? Well, from the look on his face, I wondered if he meant come or…cum? I lifted a questioning brow.

  His dark lashes dropped, just enough to signal the latter.

  As the men exited the room, I found myself nearly running to join him.

  “Take off your clothes,” he ordered as I arrived. “Everything.”

  Now, this was sounding more like it. I glanced over my shoulder, waiting for the two men to leave, but no sooner had the door closed behind them then Nathan expelled a long breath. Apparently, for him, the theme of the day seemed to be “Impatience”. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the bottom of my tight red dress and yanked it up, straight over my shoulders, leaving me standing there in a black lace thong with matching bra.

  “Everything,” the sexy tower of blond haired billionaire ordered in his equally sensual baritone. “Take it all off, Gia.”

  I lifted my hands, but I again, I was too slow. With another impatient huff, he wound his fingers in my lace panties and ripped them right off in an expert, obviously well-practiced move. At the same time, he reached around to unhook my bra and whisking it away, left me standing there, completely naked. Nodding in satisfaction, he sat on the couch and spread his arms along the back. His eyes dropped over me, drinking in every naked inch.

  “Like what you see?” I purred, fluttering my lashes and standing with my feet wide apart.

  “Turn around and bend over,” he rumbled in a low, sexy voice.

  A delicious current ran through my body at the command. My breath hitched. “As you wish, sir,” I whispered with an enthusiastic smile. Spinning on my heels, I turned around and spread my legs wide, arching my back and giving him a glimpse of my puckered entrance and glistening pussy lips, before finally sticking my ass out.

  I expected him to mount me and take my back entrance like he had the night before, but he decided to talk instead, “Such a fuckable ass,” he murmured, obviously liking what he saw. “A tight little hole. One of the tightest I’ve had. I wonder, is your pussy so tight as well?”

  I lifted a brow. “I thought a man of your position didn’t take chances there,” I said, unable to resist wiggling my ass at him.

  He chuckled and standing up, reached between my legs to grab my pussy in a rough, possessive jerk. “Such a cock-hungry, little pussy,” he murmured, ignoring my comment.

  Reaching past me, he picked up the opal from its velvet bed and slowly trailed it over my skin then, up my arm and shoulder and down my spine. It felt cold, hard, and yet soft. Almost like a tongue. I moaned, closing my eyes, and enjoying the sensation.

  “You like that?” he asked. Tossing a couch cushion on the floor, he caught me around the waist and guided me towards it. “Kneel,” he said, pushing me down on my knees, and then sliding the opal between my legs, growled, “I want to watch you fuck this. Sit on it.”

  The opal sat large against my inner thighs, obviously not as long as Nathan’s cock, but so very much wider. As far as hardness went…I grinned, thinking they were both even on that score.

  He liked my smile and mirrored it with one of his own, and then his voice turned harsh, rough with lust. “Play with your breasts,” he demanded, sitting back on the couch to unzip his pants, and with a nod of satisfaction, grabbed his cock in his hand.

  So, he wanted a show? I’d give him a show. Throwing my head back, I let my lips part and closing my eyes, rubbed my slit over the multimillion dollar fabled stone I’d hoped to steal. It felt cold and hard against my flesh, nothing like Nathan’s veined cock, but still hard enough to feel good. Reaching down, I held it upright and arching my back, impaled myself on its edge.

  Nathan took a long, deep breath.

  I moaned and bearing down, filled myself with the opal, gasping as its hardness stretched the tender flesh of my entrance wide. As I began to rock my hips back and forth, I ran my hands over my body up to my breasts and pulled my nipples.

  I forgot about Nathan then. That opal felt that good. Yeah, it was different than a hot, pistoning penis, but erotic, hard, in its own rite. Dropping my head back, I concentrated on wrapping my pussy lips around the invasion. It felt glorious. I began moving against its hardness faster, pulling and pinching my nipples before dropping my right hand to play with my clit.

  “Oh, yes,” I gasped, beginning to buck against the opal desperately. “Ye—”

  Nathan’s hands fell on me then from behind. I jerked, startled, as he cupped my pussy with one hand. Keeping the opal in place, he pushed me down to the carpet until I lay on my stomach with the cushion still elevating my ass. He pulled my butt cheeks wide apart then, and I gasped, shocked, as two well-lubricated fingers penetrated me from behind.

  “I need to fuck this ass again,” he rumbled, draping himself on top of me.

  I sucked in a huge breath, his weight causing me to bear down harder on the opal. My breath hitched as the stone slid deeper inside and I jerked, just as he removed his fingers and inserted the tip of his dick into my tiny hole.

  “Whoa,” I gasped, the dual assault of the opal and his dick sending an electrical jolt right through me that made me choke a little.

  Nathan liked my reaction. Inhaling deeply through his nostrils, he wiggled his cock deeper inside my puckered hole, each thrust causing the opal to snake further into my wet pussy.

  “Fuck it, baby,” he demanded in a low, sexy purr. “Move those hips of yours. Take us both.”

  He pushed harder into my puckered hole, only a thin membrane of tissue separating his cock from his precious opal serving my pussy. I shivered underneath him, utterly excited and arched against him enthusiastically, enjoying the double penetration of two billion-dollar—okay, maybe the opal wasn’t quite worth that much—cocks.

  He began to thrust in earnest then, pinning me between two hard rods, one of stone and one of flesh. It wasn’t long before the powerful, dueling sensations delivered a
n intense orgasm that shook my body with shuddering waves of pleasure. The sound of my release tipped him over the edge. He came then, even before my climax had fully subsided, letting out low, guttural primal grunts as he released his load, filling me once again with his hot cum.

  After emptying himself completely, he collapsed on my back and lay there a moment to recover. I could feel his heart beating against mine spine. I smiled. He hadn’t lasted too long, just mere minutes. Had I made him lose control? I grinned and arched my ass up against him.

  Something buzzed against my back. His phone. I realized then he hadn’t even undressed himself beyond unzipping his pants. He rose and stood over me, his feet set wide in a powerful stance and his long cock jutting between his legs appearing—amazingly—still half erect. I could stare at the man all day. He was gorgeous. I loved the way his business suit highlighted his ripped, toned body, his tight ass, and his yummy thighs. He was in tiptop shape—probably from all the sex he clearly liked to have. I couldn’t blame him. With those looks and stamina, why not?

  I looked up to meet his gaze, his dark lashes half-lowered over his eyes.

  His hand dropped to his cock and he stroked it a couple of times as he murmured, “I’d like nothing more than to fuck that mouth of yours again, right now, but I can’t stay.”

  I sat up, and grabbing his thighs, licked the underside of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.

  “Don’t tempt me, Gia,” he said, his chiseled lips curving into a smile. Shoving his cock back into his pants, he zipped it away and bent down to retrieve the Osiris Opal from the floor.

  Ah, the opal. I eyed the thing, knowing I’d never seriously be able to see it again as anything other than a billionaire version of a dildo.

  Nathan dropped his hand on the top of my head. “Don’t go to New York, Gia,” he said then. “The FBI will be crawling all over the place.”

  I blinked, coming back down to reality.

  “Safe travels,” he added, and then spinning on his heel, he quit the lounge, taking his opal with him.

  I stayed there, his cum slowly seeping out of me. I didn’t move for a time. I just sat there, amazed that I’d actually had his cock inside me yet again, and knowing I’d head for New York no matter what he said.

  I only moved when my phone rang, about fifteen minutes later.

  “Sorry, Gia,” my cousin Paul said on the opposite end. “We made a mistake with Carr’s schedule. Got the timing wrong. You’re not going to have enough time to get into the VIP room. By now, he’s already come and gone.”

  I grinned. Paul, you have no idea just how ‘on the mark’ that statement is. I looked down at my naked body, marked with the scent of Nathan’s cum.

  I tuned back in to hear my cousin say, “Maybe you can get closer in New York. The event takes place at Pelman Hall with society’s crème de la crème attending en masse.”

  Closer? After taking the opal in both my pussy, twice, I wasn’t sure I could get any closer. “Not sure,” I murmured with a wicked smile.

  “Why? Has something happened?” his voice sounded worried, concerned.

  “Well, there’s an FBI agent running around here,” I answered, suddenly distracted by the amount of cum still dribbling out of me. Really, Nathan was freaking amazing.

  “FBI?” Paul’s concern cut right through my distraction.

  I jerked my head up. Shoot. Why had I mentioned that? Now, he’d try to abort the mission.

  “Abort the mission,” came his reply, right on cue. “Now.”

  I scowled, irritated at my own foolishness. “No, that’s really not—”

  “Hell, it’s not worth it, Gia,” Paul insisted. “Get home.”

  I scowled. I had better things to do than go in circles with Paul. Both of us were pigheaded. We’d go at it all day. “Fine,” I grumbled. “Talk to you later.”

  With that, I hung up.

  Right. Fine. Oh, I could give up on the opal easily enough, but I was still going to that damn charity ball. I couldn’t give up on Nathan. Not yet. I had to see him at least one last time—FBI agents or no.

  Cinderella

  I twirled in front of the mirror and looked over my shoulder, admiring my sexy, sequined black-lace evening gown. I particularly liked the V-Neck plunging all the way to the waist and the thigh-high splits. And my shoes were a dream, strappy, ultrathin stiletto heels with ties crisscrossing up my legs, past my knees. I twirled again. With a gown like this, Nathan would have easy access to any of my body parts he’d want to play with—if only I could be lucky enough for a third day of fun.

  I paused and studied my reflection in the mirror. “Why are you going, Gia?” I asked, slowly shaking my head from side to side. “Paul called you back to Arizona, girl. So, what are you doing in New York? The place is crawling with the FBI.”

  Nathan, himself, had told me not to come…but when did I ever listen to anyone besides myself?

  With a smile twitching in the corner of my lip, I leaned into the mirror to apply my black eyeliner. “Come on, Cinderella,” I teased, smacking my lipsticked lips. “Time to go to a ball.”

  * * *

  When I arrived at Pelman Hall, I really did feel like a Cinderella. The cab driver dropped me on the curb, at the bottom of a wide, sweeping staircase, each step lit with a soft gold light. The stairs led to a row of marble columns standing as sentry for the gold-carpeted, crystal chandeliered foyer. At the top, security staff mixed with the door attendants accepting invitations.

  “Your invitation, madam?” the door attendant smiled as I arrived, extending his hand.

  I removed the cream-colored envelope from my black, fringed clutch and placed it in his palm. Paul had rigged this invitation. I knew it’d be fine.

  The man scanned the barcode and smiled again. “Welcome, Ms. Sherman. Please, enjoy yourself.”

  Expressing my thanks with a quick dip of the chin, I breezed past him. I’d taken only five or so steps when I caught them staring at me. Two men. Dark suits. The way they tilted their heads, pressing their index fingers over their ears announced them as FBI agents. I snorted. Why the hell did they always dress the same and sport the same haircuts? Did they all fall for the same Groupon stylist deal?

  Plastering a fake smile on my face, I scouted the exits from beneath my brows. Damn. No exit here, not without making a scene, anyway. Flipping great. Yeah, I’d been warned a few times by a couple of different people, yada, yada, yada. But then, the adrenaline kicked in and I grinned at the challenge. I guess that’s why I loved my job as a jewel thief—err, hardware relocation engineer—I really was a thrill seeker. Interesting. Maybe, cousin Paul was right, after all.

  Deciding to intimidate the agents into waiting a bit before trying to catch me, I lifted my chin and strode into the crowd with a bold confidence. Confidence. I’d learned long ago that confidence was the main ingredient for success in anything, but particularly important in attracting the admiring kind of attention. Within four steps, I felt a plethora of curious looks zeroing in on me. The bold dress helped, of course. I didn’t see any other women in black lace with splits up to the thigh. Oh, well. Their loss.

  I smiled, cataloging the FBI agents’ positions as I let my eyes drift over the glittering lights, the crystal chandelier, and the jewels reflecting off so many necks. Two agents had begun to surreptitiously move my way as the others focused on the newcomers, still arriving by the truckload—or limousine-load as it were. I grinned. Only two agents? Clearly, they weren’t sure of my identity then.

  Smiling in relief, I swept up the grand staircase with its marble railings and strolled into the ballroom. I paused in the door, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting and honestly, feeling a tad overwhelmed by the opulence on display. Gold glittered in every direction. Tables covered most of the floor, set with gold-rimmed china, crystal goblets and yellow rose centerpieces circling white, gold-flecked pillar candles. Balconies with private tables overlooked the main floor from above and at the far end stood a stage with swe
eping, floor-to-ceiling gold brocade curtains with satin tassels.

  I saw him then. Nathan. Standing near the stage before a glass display case protecting what could be none other than the famed Osiris Opal resting on its black velvet bed. Photographers flashed photos of the guests milling around the famed gemstone as Nathan chatted with a woman nearby.

  Nathan.

  My pussy grew wet just looking at him.

  He looked gorgeous. He’d donned an expensively cut black tuxedo that set his stunning body off to perfection, complete with satin sash and a crisp, starched white shirt. I almost growled, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and expose the chiseled, hard abs I knew hid underneath it. I lowered my lashes, overwhelmed by the man’s raw sexual intensity.

  And then, my brain reminded me of the woman standing by his side. Young. Beautiful. She wore a silver crystal-studded, strapless gown with bright pink heels.

  Was he smiling at her?

  She giggled.

  He dipped his head and stepped close, the gesture a rather intimate one—or, I saw it that way, anyway. Honestly, I really don’t know if it was. The jolt of jealousy ripping straight through my soul might have colored my opinion a smidgeon. The mere thought of his tongue in another pussy besides mine made me forget everything else—even the FBI agents hot on my heel. I found myself striding across the ballroom, straight at him, the splits in my black-lace evening gown showcasing my long, stiletto-heeled legs with every step.

  Nathan saw me coming. He turned and our eyes met, his companion following his gaze with a tight-lipped frown, clearly worried I was there to steal her man.

  I was. I sent her a broad smile to confirm her worst nightmare had just come true.

  I nearly growled in outright pleasure as Nathan abandoned her side to meet me half way. “You came,” he murmured, concern mixed with the delight sparkling in his gray eyes.

  I curled my lip in wry amusement. Leaning forward, I whispered a suggestive, “Not yet.”

  He pinned me with his sexy gaze and his chiseled lip curved with amusement. Placing his palm low on the small of my back in an overtly intimate gesture, he waved at the opal standing on display. “I believe you’ve seen the opal before,” he said with a private smile.