The Billionaire From Las Vegas (United States Of Billionaires Book 16)

by Cj Howard

  Benjamin playfully grabbed her foot and tickled the sole, and Claire twisted in the water, laughing. She tried to pull her foot free of Benjamin’s grip, but found that it was stronger than she would have expected. He latched onto her ankle, holding her limb against his body to continue tickling her—right up until she cried out, “Stop! Please.”

  He didn’t let go of her foot, but he ceased tickling her, and Claire was almost stunned. No guy—no person—that had ever started tickling her over the course of her life had stopped the moment she’d asked for it, not even her father and mother. “You wanted me to stop, right?”

  Claire nodded. “I did--I just didn’t actually expect you to,” Claire admitted.

  “I have a thing about consent,” Benjamin told her. “I have never—and will never—do anything to a woman without her consent.”

  Claire raised an eyebrow at that. “What if it was me who had run up a fifty thousand dollar debt to the casino? Would you be holding me guarded in a room, like my dad?”

  “I would,” Benjamin confirmed. “But if you wanted to go and see your father, you would see he hasn’t been physically harmed in any way. He has food coming to him, he just can’t leave—it’s a basic precaution, don’t you think?” His fingertips began to knead the muscles of her calf, just above her ankle, and Claire closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sensation of her muscles relaxing flow through her.

  “I guess, put that way,” she said. “I can’t exactly argue.”

  “But I do want you to know—anything that you and I do together, whether we stay just like this or do more, is between us. It’s up to your consent completely.”

  That appealed to Claire more than she wanted it to, and she pushed any thought at all of her father out of her mind. She managed to snatch her foot free of Benjamin’s grip—which had briefly loosened—and pushed herself up in the deep, wide tub, moving through the water toward him.

  “Even if I decide halfway through that I don’t want what I said I wanted?” There was a streak of devilish mischief in her at Benjamin’s assertion that he would never do anything without her consent. She slithered onto his lap, straddling Benjamin’s thighs, and remembered the kisses they’d shared earlier; she hadn’t been able to quite get them out of her mind, in fact. She leaned in close to Benjamin, almost wanting him to make the move without her consent, without asking, even—wanting to test him.

  “Even then,” Benjamin said. “The moment you say stop, I would always stop.”

  Claire met his gaze and wondered at the oddity of a man who had made billions in a way that, while legal, involved a lot of ethical gray areas, who at the same time refused to even touch her without her consent. His hands remained on the lip of the tub, not touching her, and he didn’t make a single move to kiss her, even though she was on top of him, even though she was only a few inches away from him.

  “So if I went to kiss you...but stopped,” Claire suggested, doing just as she said; she brought her lips up to Benjamin’s, almost—almost—brushing against his, only to pull back at the last instant.

  “I would let you,” Benjamin replied. “I might, of course, ask if you wanted me to kiss you.”

  “You should,” Claire said.

  “And I might ask if you’re on top of me like this because you want me to touch you, to play with you,” Benjamin murmured, his voice low and almost growling in her ear. “I might ask if you’re a little tease who enjoys working men up and seeing how far you can push things.”

  “Maybe I am...and maybe I do,” Claire said. She’d been called a tease before, but never in that appealing way, never the way that Benjamin was doing it, as if it was a virtue instead of a flaw.

  “I think that if you are such a tease, you couldn’t have found a better man to play with,” Benjamin told her. “Because there is nothing you can do to make me touch you or kiss you without you specifically asking for it.”

  “Nothing?”

  Benjamin nodded, his lips almost—but not quite—touching hers. “If you touched me without my consent to try and make me do something to you, I would ask you to leave,” Benjamin said.

  Claire felt the tension winding up somewhere deep down between her hips; there was something about just talking about consent between the two of them that was turning her on, in a way that even more obvious discussions about what he wanted to do to her just wouldn’t have. It was fascinating—it was strange—and Claire wanted the moment to keep drawing out forever and wanted it to end so that she could find out what Benjamin was really like sexually, all at the same time.

  “What if I kissed you without asking first?”

  “I want you to kiss me,” Benjamin said. “In fact—I will give you permission to do whatever you want to me. But I will not touch you until you make it clear you want me to.”

  That was, if nothing else, an interesting challenge. Claire almost wanted to make the man do something without her consent, just to prove she was capable of riling him up enough to make him do so. She started out by kissing him, lightly at first, her hands barely touching his broad chest, his arms. Claire had no intention of going right for the spot she knew would be most effective.

  She hadn’t missed the fact that he was partially erect, or that he had gotten even a little harder when she’d climbed onto his lap. But that would wait. She would make him want her to touch him there. Benjamin kissed back but didn’t touch her, his hands staying right where they were, even as Claire began to slowly build up the heat, touching him, caressing him.

  She deepened the kiss, nibbling his bottom lip, darting her tongue into his mouth and then retreating as soon as he began to return her attentions, tightening her legs around his lap. Claire wanted to feel Benjamin touch her so much that she almost imagined it and pulled back to confirm that his hands were still on the lip of the tub, not on her breasts the way she craved.

  Time to go with the gusto, she thought, shifting on top of him so that her pussy was only barely touching the fully erect cock she could feel pressing against her thighs. She dipped down from Benjamin’s lips to his neck, kissing and nibbling along the column of his throat, up to his earlobe, and claiming that with her mouth as well, swirling the tip of her tongue against the sensitive patch of flesh before moving back to his lips.

  “Do you want me to touch you, Claire?” Benjamin’s voice in her ear was almost mocking in its playfulness. “I can taste it on your lips, you know.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t kiss you where you can taste me then,” Claire countered, just barely rubbing against Benjamin’s cock in the water that swirled around them both.

  “Or you could just tell me what you want me to do,” Benjamin pointed out.

  “But what fun would there be in that?” Claire nipped sharply at the spot just above his collar bones, and Benjamin gratified her by letting out a groan.

  “I have to admit it will be a lot more fun for me to see if I can take you to the point of fucking yourself on my body until you come, rather than ask me to touch you,” Benjamin observed. “But think about how much fun it would be for you to tell me exactly what you want...and then have me do that, exactly the way you tell me to.”

  Claire shivered slightly. Benjamin definitely knew what he was doing. It was driving her crazy to know that he was holding out so firmly, that despite the erection she could feel against her vulva, against her thighs as she pressed them together, he wasn’t going to touch her until she told him to—and that he was enjoying tormenting her in this novel way.

  It scared her a little bit, too—that level of self-control. Would he really let her do anything she wanted to him, up to riding his clearly hard cock to the point of getting herself off, without touching her—unless she gave him an explicit invitation to do so? Claire moved her lips down Benjamin’s chest and found one of his nipples, glancing up at his face as she closed her mouth around it to suck and lick, flicking the hardened nub with the tip of her tongue.

  Benjamin let out another groan, but still his hands remain
ed where they were, still he didn’t make any move to stop her or to return any of her attentions. For an instant the thought flashed in her head: what would it be like to actually be involved, romantically, with a man like him? Someone who respected her physical autonomy? Someone who could endure that level of teasing, who had that level of self-control?

  She dismissed the idea. It wasn’t even worth thinking about. Instead, Claire focused on the goal of getting Benjamin’s control to break. She let her hands slip down his body, moving inexorably toward his erection but holding back, teasing him. He called you a tease in such an approving way… he likes this. He likes being tormented this way.

  Claire could see the tension in Benjamin’s face as she switched from one nipple to the other, even as her hands barely traced the outline of his cock, not touching it but letting the water move around it between his skin and hers. Benjamin chuckled with effort, letting his head fall back lightly against the wall.

  “You aren’t going to make me do anything you haven’t given me permission to do to you,” Benjamin told her. “Why not tell me how you want me to touch you?”

  It was such a strange way of showing his dominance, that he would let Claire do anything, touch him however she wanted, but still just sit there, letting it happen, not giving into what she knew had to be a powerful impulse to touch and play with her. His control is in making you ask for it, she realized.

  By telling him she wanted him to touch her—and how she wanted to be touched—she would be giving into him in a way. It was different from any other kind of giving in she had done, with any sex partner she’d ever been with. Claire could feel the tightness in the area between her pussy and her stomach, the slickness along her labia that the water couldn’t wash away.

  “Maybe I’ll just ride you until I get off, instead,” Claire suggested.

  Benjamin laughed, meeting her gaze. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll really be able to get yourself off without me touching you—not really,” he said. “Maybe I’m wrong.”

  “Would you really let me do that?” Claire almost couldn’t believe it.

  “Why should I stop you? I could get off that way, too,” Benjamin pointed out, “and without having to do any work at all—win-win for me.”

  Claire scowled. “You like making women tell you what they want you to do, don’t you?”

  Benjamin grinned. “I do love making a tease get herself so hot she can’t stand it anymore,” he replied. “I like watching a tease set her own trap.”

  “Well, I could decide that I don’t want sex after all,” Claire said, piqued. She pulled back from Benjamin, feeling the lurch in her body as she tried to switch gears. She almost resented him for letting her get herself so turned on—and on purpose.

  “You could,” Benjamin agreed. “But wouldn’t you rather get yourself off? Wouldn’t you rather just tell me what you want and like, and let me do that to you, and come two or three times instead of having to go back to your room and find out if you can make the showerhead work the way you need it to?”

  Claire’s cheeks burned at the description, and she couldn’t tell whether she felt more irritated by Benjamin or more desirous of him. “You’re kind of an asshole,” she said.

  Benjamin chuckled again. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten to where I am today,” he said. “Come on, Claire. Just tell me you want me to touch you. Tell me what you want me to do and I will do exactly what you ask for.”

  Claire hesitated. Doing what Benjamin said would be giving in—and it would be giving him power over her, in a way. But she was so turned on. She could feel her blood rushing through her body, feel the inner muscles of her pussy flexing in little spasms of need, feel the ache in her breasts from wanting attention. She wanted—more than anything—to actually have sex with the man, not just ride his cock until she was able to hopefully get herself off. He was right that she was unlikely to be able to do it on her own, even riding him as hard and fast as the water would allow.

  “Please touch me,” she murmured, half-hating herself for it.

  “Tell me how you want me to touch you, Claire. Tell me where,” Benjamin said, not lording it over her, not taunting her—just making her be explicit.

  “My tits, my ass… touch me however you want,” she said, irritable and needy. Benjamin smiled slowly, and Claire remembered that he’d told her earlier, that if he was going to have sex with her, it would be at her behest. She hated proving him right, but she was so desperate to get off, to relieve the tension between her legs.

  Benjamin immediately moved, his hands leaving the lip of the tub. He reached for her and pulled her back onto his lap, cupping and squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples, and Claire gave into the contact, gave into his touches with a moan. “Do you want me to keep kissing you, too?”

  “Do whatever you want to me,” Claire replied, unable to force herself to fully think through the question. “Just get me off.”

  “Oh, I will definitely do that,” Benjamin told her, his fingertips carefully—but firmly—squeezing and twisting her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

  Claire twisted and writhed in the water on top of him, her own hands coming to life on his body, but Benjamin kept her from touching his erection, directing her hands to his shoulders, to his chest, his back, instead.

  He kissed her hungrily, and Claire could feel the way that his control had dissipated, the way that he was now just giving in to everything—every bit as much as she had given in. He was showing her exactly how much control he’d been forcing onto himself until moments before, kissing her lips and then moving down to her breasts to claim each of her nipples in turn, much more aggressively than she’d played with his—but turning her on even more, making her hotter and hotter until Claire thought that she might actually die if they didn’t get to the main event.

  Benjamin lifted her out of the water and onto the lip of the tub, and Claire yelped in surprise—but the air wasn’t cold; she didn’t have the shock of the water cooling her as the air cooled it. Instead, Benjamin spread her legs wide and slipped one hand up between them, stroking her labia with slow, deliberate touches.

  “Tell me again what you want, Claire,” Benjamin said.

  Claire bit her bottom lip, trying to organize her mind well enough to make concrete decisions, but Benjamin’s touches were driving her wild—barely, barely brushing against her clit to make sure she knew that he knew where it was, without giving her the satisfaction she craved.

  “I want you to get me off,” Claire said, hearing the desperation in her own voice.

  Benjamin kissed her lightly on the lips. “Go on,” he said, his voice low and almost growling in her ear.

  “Fucking touch me already,” Claire protested. “Play with me!”

  “What was it you wanted before? Do you still want that?”

  “God—fuck—yes,” Claire said. “Do whatever you want, just fuck me.”

  Benjamin chuckled softly and began touching her deeper, rubbing against her clit, his fingers working her with an expert touch. It was as if he somehow knew exactly what she liked, exactly how she wanted to be touched. Claire hadn’t been with any man like that before. Normally she had to tell a man where her clit actually was and how to play with her—but Benjamin didn’t seem to need any prompting to know how to touch her without being too rough.

  He worked her slowly with his fingers, dipping down to her inner labia and using his thumb to keep the pressure on her clit as he slid two drenched fingers, slick with her fluids, inside of her. Claire pulled him close, kissing him eagerly as he fingered her, pushing his fingers deeper into her, rubbing against her pleasure center all the time.

  “How long has it been for you?”

  Claire looked at him briefly in confusion, for a moment not sure what he was referring to. Then she realized. “About a year,” she replied, breathless and needy. Her hips had already begun to move under the impetus of his touches, as if he was drawing the movement out of her by
feeling.

  “Then we’d better get you nice and ready for what’s to come,” Benjamin observed, sounding almost as eager, almost as breathless as she was. Claire gave up thinking at all at that point, acting purely on instinct, touching Benjamin everywhere as the heat intensified between them. He wriggled his fingers inside of her, rubbing along her inner walls, and Claire cried out as he pressed against her g-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

  He kept working her, only occasionally rubbing against her inner pleasure center, until Claire was panting and gasping for breath, on the edge of climax. When she was certain she couldn’t stand it anymore, Benjamin withdrew his fingers and she mumbled a wordless protest, frowning at him.

  “I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Benjamin said, smiling slightly.

  “So stop putting it off already,” Claire said.

  Benjamin kissed her quickly on the lips. “On the pill?”

  Claire shook her head. “Implant,” she told him. “Easier.”

  Benjamin nodded. “Clean?”

  She scowled at him. “You?”

  Benjamin chuckled. “Just wondering if I needed to go get a condom,” he said.

  Claire shook her head. “For this, at least assuming you’re being honest—we don’t need one. And I don’t feel like waiting for one.”

  Benjamin chuckled again and guided the tip of his cock up against her drenched folds. He waited just a moment longer and then thrust into her, filling her up all at once. Claire wrapped her legs around Benjamin’s waist and draped her arms around his shoulders, pushing her hips down to take him in deeper.

  They moved together, touching each other everywhere, abandoning the game they’d been playing with each other for so long. Claire kissed Benjamin everywhere she could reach, without thinking and without caring, tasting his skin and his lips.