Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother)

by Lexi Duval

  A burst of sounds escapes the both of us as we breathe a little faster. I keep sliding up and down, still with one foot up and one straddling him, feeling behind to massage his ball sack as I go.

  “You're so much better this time,” he says, eying me with a whole load of appreciation for my newfound skills.

  “Well this time you're letting me have some control,” I pant. “Last time I was just your sex doll...”

  “I had no idea you were this good. Usually girls have no idea what they're doing...so I have to be in charge.”

  The mention of other girls has a strange impact on me, a feeling of jealousy that I can hardly have expected. For a moment it throws me off my stride, and then the penetration of his dick makes me forget it just as quickly.

  “Well, you never asked...”

  I slide his full length in and bend at the hips, gyrating as I drop my chest toward him. My breasts, pert and soft, dangle above his mouth, his lips searching for my nipples as his hands reach up and massage them.

  Then I kiss him, deep and long, as I bounce my pussy up and down on him, sliding his dick out right to the tip before swallowing it all once more. I pump again and again, and feel his hands grow more busy and his kissing more firm.

  For once, he's not in control, and I can tell I'm quickly getting to him. I can almost see the cogs turning in his mind, trying to think of something to stop him from coming.

  “Are you going to come?” I whisper through my heavy breaths.

  When he doesn't answer, I know he's focusing.

  In reply, I pump harder and harder, returning the compliment of pleasure he delivered to me last week in the mansion.

  The sound of slapping grows louder as my ass clatters against his thighs with each new contact, echoing in the room as we shake the bed.

  His eyes lose all semblance of reality. In them I see a man at the height of carnal joy, his body reaching fever pitch, about to explode.

  And duly, he does, his eyes crunching closed and his hands gripping tight at my ass. He pumps hard, the slapping getting even louder, throwing me up and down in the air like a rag doll as my own body quickly reaches its summit.

  The groans of our mutual orgasms threaten to wake the entire island, and I have the sense to lean down and kiss him deep, our lips smothering each other's sounds of salacious ecstasy.

  Within the euphoria, my mind does flips, dancing around like an acrobat as my entire body shivers and shakes on top of him. I feel his legs convulsing beneath me as my pussy sucks the come out of him, filling his condom.

  The crescendo rises and falls like a giant wave, passing by and leaving us lying there, still linked at the middle, our chests heaving and laughs of satisfaction drifting around the room.

  “Oh my God, Abby,” he pants, breathless, “I've haven't come like that is ages.”

  “Ages,” I say. “How about two years...”

  “What!”

  “That's how long it's been for me. Or was until last week with you.”

  “Fuck me...”

  “Just did.”

  He laughs, and rolls me over, pulling his dick out and removing his condom. I see the fruits of his loins inside, a plentiful amount. He leans in and kisses me once more, before quickly departing to the en suite bathroom.

  I hear a flush, and know that he's getting rid of the evidence of our lust.

  When he returns, his dick has deflated to half mast, still swaying either side as he walks. He climbs on, his body drenches in sweat, and slips in beside me on the bed.

  I lie against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, and a long silence dawns, punctured only by the gentle sound of the ocean.

  And just as I wonder when he's going to get up and leave, my eyes fall shut and don't reopen until morning.

  Chapter Six

  I wake up in Tyler's arms, and it takes a moment for me to realize the implications of such a thing.

  For that moment, however, I feel like I'm still in a dream, in a land of bliss as I lie in the arms of a beautiful man, the world coming to life outside with the sound of boats and birds.

  But that moment is fleeting, and then reality dawns.

  “Tyler! Wake up,” I hiss, pressing at his chest.

  His eyes blink, and a cute smile graces his lips as he recognizes me.

  “Morning babe...what's going on?”

  “You're still here!”

  He opens his eyes a little wider and props himself up onto one elbow.

  “Yeah...you fell asleep on me. That's your fault!”

  “Well...you need to leave, now! What if someone finds you in here!”

  He sort of shrugs, but does so in a lackadaisical way, as if he wouldn't really care. For me, I'd be mortified. There's just something wrong about it.

  Even though it all feels so incredibly right...

  “Alright, I'm going.”

  He gets out of bed and stretches his back, his cocky side once more bursting to the fore as he takes his time. He grins at me, slowly gets dressed in the shorts and t-shirt he was wearing yesterday, and saunters to the door.

  “I'll see you downstairs...secret lover.”

  And with a final wink, he's gone.

  Breathing out a heavy sigh of relief, I reach over and find that it's still early morning and there's no guarantee that Stephen or my mother are even out of bed. The sudden sound of voices outside the window quells that theory quickly.

  I go to the glass and look down to see the two of them running in from the ocean, hair soaking wet, after having enjoyed an morning dip in the sea.

  Despite Stephen's age, he looks incredibly healthy and lean. There's even the hint of a six pack, although it's more like gently rolling hills to Tyler's craggy, sharp mountains.

  My mother, too, looks great. Her figure never left her, and while it droops now in a couple of places, she still carries the same curve and the same tight physique she always had.

  If ever there was a call for a middle aged swimsuit model, she'd fit the bill very nicely.

  They come up the stairs of the house from the beach and settle into a large sun lounger designed for two, my mom tucking herself under Stephen's arm.

  I decide to go and join them, appearing in my bikini outside the glass doors to the house.

  They hardly seem to notice me, wrapped up as they always seem to be in each other.

  I cough, and Stephen's endless need for propriety immediately overtakes him. He sits up, releasing my mother from his arms, and stands to bid me good morning.

  Ever the gentleman.

  I set about my morning with a swim in the pool, giving me time to go over the previous night's events in my head. But already, I know I'm doomed. I know that each time I see Tyler I'm going to want to have him again.

  An unstoppable urge seems to have awakened inside me, the beast let out of its cage, and now I'm wondering how exactly I can keep juggling it all while keeping it a secret.

  In my semi state of consciousness, Tyler arrives and takes his position under the sun. My mother seems to notice his improved mood immediately.

  “You look happier today, Tyler.”

  He glances down at me, still floating about in the water.

  “I am, Sue. And please, let me apologize about my behavior yesterday. It was...a difficult day for me.”

  “I understand,” says my mom, without elaborating on why. Clearly, Stephen has filled her in on the reason for his son's spate of melancholia.

  The morning drifts, and I join Tyler to sunbathe, and we share secret glances and little strokes when no one is looking. And all the while the utter euphoria that seems to have engulfed my mom appears to have reaches its peak.

  Her smile is brighter than ever. Her manner as friendly and charming and cheerful as I've ever seen it. And it doesn't take me long to find out why.

  It's lunchtime, and Stephen appears with a bottle of champagne. He fills four glasses, hands them around, and tells us that he and my mother have some news.

  They
look at each other, eyes and mouths smiling.

  And I know exactly why.

  “Now we wanted to run this by both of you first. Just to get your blessing.”

  My heart begins to pace.

  “Because last night, Abby, I asked your mother to marry me, and she said yes, on the provision that you agree to the union?”

  All eyes turn to me, and all I can do is nod and say: “of course, yes!”

  He hugs me, and my mother hugs Tyler, and then we swap. And we drink the champagne and all laugh, and Tyler and I congratulate them both.

  And then my mother speaks, and she brings it all home, and I feel a heavy stab at my heart.

  “And it's so great that you two are getting along,” she says, looking at Tyler and I. “Because soon, you're going to be step-siblings.”

  And at that moment, my heart dips, because it's all brought home.

  Soon Tyler will be my step-brother...

  Surely I can't keep on sleeping with my stepbrother...

  PART THREE

  Chapter One

  Water splashes gently around me, the light ripple of the ocean massaging the soft skin around my lower back.

  It's warm, comforting, the sun shining down from above and tingling on my tanned shoulders.

  I let out a light groan, and feel Tyler's fingers sliding slightly deeper inside me. I want to tell him to stop, but I can't. I'm powerless against him, unable to deter him, control him...or myself.

  The feel of his fingers massaging me beneath the surface of the water is a new sensation. I glance around to double check once more than we're alone.

  “We shouldn't, Tyler.”

  “I don't care. I want to.”

  Yesterday, Stephen and my mother informed us that they were getting married. My immediate reaction was entirely selfish – deflation.

  Deflation at the sudden thought that Tyler and I would become official family, legally bound by the title of step-siblings. While nothing would really change other than the label, the idea made everything we've been doing just that little bit more dirty, that little bit more taboo.

  That night we all celebrated together, drank until the island grew dark and silent, and continued to bond like a newly formed family should. Only my bonding with Tyler has gone well beyond the boundaries of what's appropriate...and that thought has begun to gnaw at me like there's a rat in my brain.

  We didn't talk about it though. Not the two of us. We just celebrated with our parents, ignored it all for one night. When I went to bed, I felt a longing inside me for Tyler to come join me...but he didn't. And a mixture of disappointment and relief spread through me.

  When we got up this morning, however, we decided to go for a walk together along the beach. I wanted to use the time to talk things out, decide what to do.

  But no. As soon as we found a deserted stretch of private beach, Tyler led me into the ocean and, now, he's got his fingers massaging me once more, his lips rolling over mine.

  I'm drawn to him in a way I've never felt.

  My loins, a part of me that's never held great sway in the court of my actions, has now become all powerful, joining with my beating heart and making it impossible for me to deter him.

  Yet in my mind I know it's all wrong...all forbidden. A relationship that should never be, and can surely never be anything more?

  “Tyler, stop...”

  I somehow draw the strength to pull his hand away from me, stepping back and putting a couple of feet of open water between us.

  He frowns, cocks his head in a questioning fashion.

  “What's wrong? What's changed?”

  “Our parents are getting married! That's what's changed. You're going to be my stepbrother soon. Doesn't that freak you out?”

  He casually shakes his head.

  “Why should it. We're not related by blood or anything. We're just two people who find each other irresistible. What could be more natural?”

  His argument is valid, or at least would be if the little moral preacher in my head wasn't shouting so loud at me. Blood relations or not, there's something not right about it all.

  “Well, put it this way, if you told someone about it, how would you expect them to react?”

  He shrugs.

  “I wouldn't care how they'd react. Why does it matter what anyone else thinks?”

  “Well...there are rules. Societal rules.”

  His laugh floats out onto the water.

  “Who gives a shit about that. We met before we even knew our parents were together babe. There's nothing wrong here.”

  “Then why are we keeping it a secret from them?”

  “Because...”

  He has no answer, his words trailing off.

  An awkward silence dawns, punctuated by the rolling waves slapping against our bodies and the sound of sea birds cawing in the air. We lock eyes for a time, before both turning away, retreating to the recesses of our minds in search of a solution.

  After what seems like an eternity, his words slide forth again.

  “I need to have you, Abby. How about we make a deal.”

  I look back at him, raising my eyes, but hopeful that he's going to come up with something good.

  “Yes?”

  “How about we enjoy each other until they get married? Right now, we're just two people whose parents happen to be in a relationship. But until they're married, that's all we are.”

  He takes a breath of sea air, and lowers his voice into a clandestine rumble.

  “So until then, you can still be mine...and I can still be yours.”

  He holds his ground in the water for a moment, watching my eyes. Inside I consider his proposal, but I know that my loins, which now seem to dominate my thinking, are going to have their way.

  “OK,” I say, as if agreeing to a contract. “Until the wedding...”

  A smile lifts on his face, and he closes the gap between us, and without saying another word he puts his lips to mine.

  Contract sealed.

  Chapter Two

  Before we return to the villa, Tyler shows me the joys of sex in the sea.

  He tells me that he's done it before, and that's it's quite an experience. As soon as I get the image of him and another girl, fucking in sight of the fish, out of my mind, I let myself go once more and give myself up to him.

  Tyler also insists that I give him a blowjob underwater, something I try without a great deal of success. Every few seconds, I find myself rushing back to the surface to suck air, and with the buoyancy of the water around us, any friction of my mouth over his shaft is largely removed.

  “Well, we tried,” he says, before repaying the compliment and diving beneath the surface to feast on my pussy.

  His lung capacity seems to outstrip my own by about tenfold, so when he disappears he doesn't return to the surface for nigh on two minutes. During that time, I delight in the silent cunnilingus, seeing only his blurred shadow beneath the water, head firmly positioned between my legs.

  The sight of a man walking along the beach brings us to a halt, however, and we coyly return back to the villa in time for some lunch. After that's done, it's straight back to the airport, onto the jet, and back to New York in time for dinner.

  During the flight, Tyler sits near me, whispering under his breath that this might be a perfect opportunity to join the Mile High Club. With our parents right there, however, I decide that it's not a good idea.

  He merely smiles knowingly and returns to his thoughts.

  Meanwhile, my mother and Stephen are in close conversation for the entire trip, seemingly in the throes of some sort of negotiation. As we prepare to land, Stephen finally stands ahead of us to make an announcement.

  “Sue and I have decided to get married in one month's time.”

  Tyler and I share a look of slight despondency.

  “We know it's quick, but we aren't getting any younger and feel that there's no point in wasting time. It will be toward the end of the summer and neither of us c
an bear the thought of waiting until the following spring. What do you think?”

  As with everything, Stephen is keen to get our opinions on their union. It's incredibly sweet that he's so thoughtful and sensitive to how we might feel, even though it really has nothing to do with us.

  Tyler's the first to speak, always good at hiding his true emotions.

  “That's great dad, perfect timing. Why wait, hey?”

  “That's just what we thought. Abby?”

  “I agree. The sooner, the better.”

  “Fantastic.”

  Stephen orders a bottle of champagne from the flight attendant and we share a brand new toast, all happy smiles and excited chatter.

  Tyler's eyes, however, narrow with a look of disappointment that only I can see. One that says we only have a month to enjoy with each other before the marriage of our parents tears us apart.

  When we reach the tarmac of the private airfield, two cars wait – one for Stephen and Tyler, and one to transport my mother and I back to our respective homes.

  Tyler and I depart with the sort of affection step-siblings should display; a simple kiss to the cheek that I want to be so much more. We lock eyes one final time as Tyler steps into his car and I step into mine.

  Then we journey back home, a long, magical weekend over, and I'm deposited back to my miserable apartment with its peeling paint and endless smell of damp. And my life, empty of employment and purpose, suddenly feels incredibly barren once more.

  The following weeks pass by fairly quickly, though, and I spend a great deal of time with my mother planning the wedding. For once, the fact that I don't have a job is a bonus, for my mother at least, and I'm more than happy to help her out and escape the drudgery of my own life.

  “I'm sure Stephen can help you get a good job, darling,” my mother says when the subject of my unemployment comes up, as if often does. “He has his fingers in so many pies. I'm sure he can help you.”

  The idea is a nice one, and frankly I have no qualms about getting help in securing work. As the old adage goes, 'it's not what you know, it's who you know', and Stephen Black seems to be a great person to be close to in this instance.