Mr. Silver: A Mr. Billionaire Short Story

by Lorraine, Tracy

  “Oh my God,” I whimper when he’s lowered himself down enough to suck my nipple into his mouth once again. But he doesn’t hang around, because just as I’m about to beg for more, he’s kissing down my stomach and hooking his thumbs into my knickers.

  He pauses when his eyes find the scar on my lower stomach. I suck in a breath as I wait for him to ask, but he surprises me by continuing his trail down my body.

  I moan the second he parts me, and I feel the stream of his breath race across my sensitive skin.

  “Oh God, please.” Threading my fingers into his silver hair, I force his head towards where I need him most.

  He wastes no time in flattening his tongue against me, licking up the length of my core and zeroing in on my clit.

  “Holy shit, you’re tight.” He groans when he slides two fingers inside me and I clamp down around him. I force any memories I have of the previous times I’ve had sex from my mind, not wanting to ruin this before it’s even really started.

  “I’m gonna—” My words are cut off as he bends his fingers at just the right angle. My orgasm hits me like a truck. Every muscle in my body pulls tight before it spasms as wave after wave of pleasure like I’ve never experienced before rushes through me.

  When I come back to myself and look down to Scott, I find him rolling a condom down his solid length.

  Sensing my stare, he glances up at me. His previously crystal blue eyes are much darker and filled with a hunger that makes my stomach clench. Nerves assault me.

  “Don’t look so worried. I know exactly what to do with it.”

  “It’s not that…it’s…” Biting down on my bottom lip, I fight to keep the truth inside. Now is not the time for this conversation.

  “Fuck. You’re not a virgin, are you?”

  I pause, considering how to answer. “Technically no.”

  His eyes widen in delight. “Technically?”

  Reaching out, I press my thumb against the crease between his brows. “It’s just been a really long time,” is the answer I eventually settle on.

  “Well then, Miss Walsh. It’s time to remind you what you’ve been missing out on.”

  His hands slide under my arse and he positions me exactly where he wants me, before taking himself in one hand and watching my reaction as he slowly presses into me.

  Moaning as the alien feeling of pleasure engulfs my body, my hips flex in my quest for more.

  His eyes fly up to mine, excitement and desire written all over his face as another wave of desire floods my core.

  “Fuck.” Leaning over me so he can find my lips, his hips thrust forward. In just one movement, I swear I’m fuller than I’ve ever been. I squirm a little under him, trying to adjust. “Fucking hell,” he grunts. “I know I promised you a good time, but it might be a fast one.” I think he’s trying to joke, but every muscle in his body is pulled tight and that includes his facial expression as he stares down at me.

  “I’m sure there’s plenty of time for you to make it up to me.”

  Dropping his face into my neck, his hips move again and he sets a steady pace. His hands grip my hair as he breathes me in before sliding down my body, teasing my breast and finally coming to a stop at my clit.

  With his cock filling me and his fingers circling my clit, I’m spiralling towards another release faster than I thought possible.

  “Let go, Fearne,” he moans in my ear. “Let me feel you.”

  He circles his hips and I fall over the edge, calling out his name as I lose myself. It’s only seconds before I hear a loud moan coming from above me, and when I manage to drag my eyes open, I find him sitting on his heels with his head thrown back.

  “Look at me.” I don’t realise the words are said aloud until he follows my demands and his eyes find mine. The second we connect, his cock twitches inside me and I get to watch as his pleasure drags him under.

  Scott

  “I didn’t think it was possible, but that was better than I even thought it might be,” I admit, falling down beside her.

  “Uh huh.” She pants her agreement.

  After pulling the condom off, I tug her over so she’s flush against my body. Running my hand up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her head back so she has no choice but to accept my kiss. She might have just given me the best orgasm of my life, but I’m not done with her yet.

  “I hope you didn’t have any plans for tomorrow,” I whisper against her lips.

  “No, why?”

  “You’re probably going to need to sleep off tonight.” Rolling her onto her back once again, I continue to kiss her until she’s writhing beneath me for another release.

  “Can’t get enough of you,” I admit once I’ve released her nipple with a pop. “Ready for round two?”

  She makes some kind of noise in agreement and after rolling on another condom, I grab her hips and flip her over.

  I gasp when my eyes land on a long scar down her spine. Hearing my reaction, she fights to get away, but I hold her hips tightly. “Don’t. You’re beautiful.”

  Her entire body flinches when I place my lips to the tip of the scar and begin kissing down the long-healed seam.

  “What’s it from?”

  “Do we have to do this now?” She shivers when I get to the bottom and continue down to her arse. She must realise I’m not going to answer her question because as I blow across her wet skin, she whimpers, “A car accident.”

  Taking pity on her, I suck her into my mouth and fuck her with my tongue until her legs start trembling, her release just in touching distance. Just as she’s about to fall, I pull back, line myself up, and sink deep inside her body.

  “Your body’s beautiful, Fearne. You hear me?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. There’s a good chance it’s got nothing to do with my question, but I’m too lost to her to care right now.

  “Come on, time to clean up,” I say, scooping her limp body up into my arms and carrying her to the bathroom.

  Coming to a stop at the bathtub, I place her down on the edge and lean in to get the water running.

  “Good to see your expensive taste also includes your bathroom,” she says with a laugh. When I look over my shoulder, I see her wide eyes taking everything in.

  “I didn’t choose any of this. I bought it fully furnished.”

  “It suits you,” she says, nodding towards the black and silver tiles.

  “If you say so.” She narrows her eyes at me but doesn’t say anything more. “Get in, I’ll just go and get us drinks.” I feel her eyes on me until I turn the corner.

  I thought I’d feel weird about the prospect of having a bath with a woman, but as I walk away from her all I feel is a pull to go back. I don’t usually hang around long enough to make any kind of conversation let alone to relax, but the idea of leaving right now causes a little panic to set in. For the first time ever in my adult life, the prospect of allowing someone to get to know me doesn’t scare the living shit out of me. I’m not sure I want to admit it, but I’m actually excited to get back to her and discover who she really is.

  “Sorry, I didn’t have many options that didn’t involve alcohol,” I say, handing over a glass of chilled water.

  “This is perfect, thank you.”

  Lowering my own glass, I take in the scene in front of me. Fearne is surrounded by bubbles, her gorgeous red hair a perfect mess and her cheeks still flushed from our activities.

  Something inside my chest aches as I stare at her. She notices my attention, and after chewing on her bottom lip for a few seconds she plucks up with courage to ask me what’s wrong.

  “It’s…” Stalling in an attempt to come up with the right words seems to give her the wrong idea.

  “Do you want me to leave?”

  “What? No. That’s the last thing I want. I was just thinking how right this feels.”

  “Having a bath? Yeah, it’s a pretty normal thing to do.” I can tell she knows that wasn’t exactly what I meant, but I ap
preciate her giving me an out.

  Stepping into the warm water with her, I immediately find her body and pull her onto my lap.

  “I’ve never had one this big.” Her cheeks heat and her eyes widen. “Oh my God…I meant the bath. The bath it’s…huge.”

  “Sure you did,” I say with a laugh, positioning her so she’s straddling my lap, unable to miss the other big thing in the room.

  “Again?”

  “I told you…I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

  Threading both my hands in her hair, I pull her down to kiss me. When her entrance is right where I need it, I groan in frustration.

  “I didn’t bring a condom in here.”

  “Where are they?”

  “Top drawer, next to the bed.”

  “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “As if I would.”

  She runs from the room with bubbles sliding down her pale skin and I feel that twinge in my chest again. Thankfully, she’s back before I get to dwell on it too much.

  My eyes run the length of her, eating up every single delicious curve as my cock throbs.

  “Here,” she says, hesitantly holding the little square foil wrapper out for me.

  “It’s all yours.” Rising from the water, I sit on the edge and wait for her to get me ready for her body. Her hands tremble, reminding me just how desperate I am to find out more of her story. That’s going to have to come later though, because right now I need her too badly to focus on words.

  Fearne

  Rolling over, every muscle in my body pulls. Memories of the night before flood me. Fuck, how many times did we have sex, exactly?

  I have no idea what the answer might be but my sore body screams that it was one too many.

  Rolling over, I expect to find him beside me. Disappointment courses through me when I discover I’m alone in this ginormous bed. Grasping the covers to my bare chest, I sit up and look around. I may have been here all night, but it’s the first opportunity I have to get a good look at my surroundings. The first thing I notice is how bare everything is. It’s just white walls and dark wooden furniture. There’s nothing homey or personal about the space at all.

  Wrapping myself in the bed sheet, I make use of the bathroom before heading out to find Scott.

  It doesn’t take me very long to realise that I’m alone. There’s no sign of him, or of him ever being here. My heart drops and my stomach turns over. Not one second of last night did I believe I was going to be this girl. If I had any suspicion that I was going to be used to warm his bed and then dismissed, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of it.

  I run the events of last night through my head but all I remember was how caring and attentive he was. I can’t get enough of you, baby. His words come back to me and tears sting my eyes. I fell for every fucking word that passed his lips. I’ve never felt so humiliated in all my life.

  It’s not until I return to the bedroom that I do find a tiny piece of him. Sitting on the bedside table next to where I was sleeping is a business card.

  Scott Hudson

  CEO Hudson Enterprises

  The black and silver card taunts me. It’s a harsh reminder of how easily played I was. Gripping it between my fingers, I slowly rip down the centre and drop it to his bed.

  Realisation hits me. This isn’t his bed. This isn’t his home. This is his fuck pad.

  Rushing over to the wardrobes and pulling the doors open, my suspicions are confirmed when all I find is a couple of expensive business suits and shirts.

  “Motherfucker.”

  As quick as I can, I dress and get the hell out of this billionaire’s sex den.

  As I sit on the tube in last night’s dress and probably with my make-up smudged all down my face, I try to figure out what it was about him that made me so reckless. Was it those icy blue eyes? His unique silver hair that made him so much more sincere than the playboy he so obviously is? I know one thing for a fact; it wasn’t his money.

  “Morning, honey. Did you have a goo—” Mum’s question dies on her lips when she turns to look at me. “What happened?”

  “Exactly what I should have expected. When I woke up this morning, he’d left.”

  “Without saying anything.”

  “Yep. There was just a business card waiting for me.”

  “Well…maybe he wants you to ring him.”

  “Really?”

  “Not all men are dicks, Fearne.”

  “I know that, but he’s doing a stellar job of making himself look like one.”

  “You want a coffee?”

  “Please. I’m going for a bath.”

  I must admit, when Mum calls me down on Sunday morning, the last thing I’m expecting to find is a giant bunch of flowers sitting in the middle of our little dining table.

  “What the hell?”

  “They’re for you. I told you it might not be what it seems.”

  “Flowers mean nothing, Mum. His PA probably sends them to all his conquests.” I cringe at referring to myself as that to my Mum, but she’s not stupid. She knows exactly what happened between us Friday night and exactly why I’m so humiliated.

  “Here, there’s a card.” Taking it from her outstretched hand, I immediately slide it into the pocket of my dressing gown to open later. Right now, all I need is caffeine—or about four more hours of sleep. I’ve got a crap ton of marking to do today and the last thing I need is to spend the day going back and forth over my stupid decision to spend the night with Scott.

  I fall asleep still with a huge pile of marking to get through Sunday night, already knowing that this week is going to be a disaster.

  Monday morning starts exactly as I expect. My alarm doesn’t go off, so I end up late for the tube. Unlike the one I usually get, it is packed. Add the two giant bags of books I’m trying to take back to school and it’s just horrendous. By the time I arrive in my classroom I’m a flustered, sweaty mess.

  The kids are hyper. I hear snippets about a party Saturday night that they’re all excitedly discussing. I try my best to zone out. The last thing I need is to overhear something that I’ll have to act on.

  My first lesson is with my worst class of the week and by the time the hour’s up, I feel ready for the weekend to start already.

  The day continues to drag, but at least I manage to find a little time to make some more progress on my marking pile. By the time our staff meeting comes to an end, I’m ready to curl up on the sofa with a takeaway. Knowing I’ve still got a long tube ride to get home means I drag my feet a little, not wanting to be surrounded by crowds of people once again.

  “See you tomorrow,” Mrs. Hall says when she stops at her classroom.

  “Have a good night,” I call back over my shoulder and continue to my classroom with the intention of grabbing my stuff and getting out of here.

  “Was that meeting as boring as it was long?” A familiar deep voice rumbles the second I open my classroom door. My heart jumps into my throat and my muscles tense, ready to fight.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I thought I’d explain face to face seeing as you’ve refused to call me.”

  “Excuse me? You left your business card on the bedside table. You didn’t exactly put much effort in.”

  “I wrote on the back, but I’m assuming you couldn’t read that once you ripped it up. And I sent flowers.”

  “Yeah…you did.” Forcing him to move as I pull my coat from the back of my chair, I turn away from him and shrug it on.

  “I’m sorry, Fearne.”

  “Too late. The damage is done. You left me in your fuck pad, just like I’m sure you do every other woman, like I was nothing more than a body for you to use.”

  “No…it wasn’t like that.”

  “No? So, what was it like, then? I’d love for you to enlighten me, Mr. Hudson.”

  “I shouldn’t have taken you there, but I couldn’t wait to have you all to myself.” I hate it, but his words affect me. “I’m sorry.” Stepping towa
rds me, he reaches out and takes my hands in his. “Let me make it up to you.”

  “I can’t. I’ve got a mountain of work to do.”

  “You can still do that. Just give me a couple of hours, then if you’re not happy, I’ll take you home.”

  I can’t believe I’m even considering this after the weekend, but as I stand and stare into his eyes I can’t help but feel like he’s being completely sincere with his desire to make it up to me. “Fine. But I have got to do my marking.”

  “No problem. These bags?” He nods towards the huge canvas totes full of books.

  “Yes, please.”

  Silence hangs between us as we head towards the car park, but it’s not uncomfortable. I expect to find his Porsche waiting for us so I’m a little shocked when he walks over to a Range Rover.

  I don’t need to say anything, he can tell by my raised eyebrows. “I collect them.”

  “So I see.”

  He opens the passenger door for me before putting my bags into the boot and joining me.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Wait and see.”

  “Okay. So, where did you go on Saturday?”

  “New York.”

  “Of course you did,” I mutter under my breath.

  “My business partner called in a panic because he had the FBI at his door.”

  “Oh shit. Why?”

  “One of our clients is being investigated. It was just procedure, but still, he was worried it would affect us.”

  “Will it?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Tell me more about you.”

  “You know all the good stuff.”

  “No, I know about how you came from nothing, started out in property and then made some shrewd investments. I’ve no idea about you. T|he person, not the businessman. What about your family?”

  “I don’t have any.” When I don’t respond, he must realise he’s not getting away with that comment. “I may not have been the good kid and student my speech made me out to be. Truth is, I was a bit of a nightmare. My parents got so fed up with my behaviour that they pretty much gave up on me. It was only the support of a couple of teachers who could see the potential in me who gave me the push I needed. When my grandmother died and left her estate to me, my parents kicked off. Told me I was going to piss it up the wall and make nothing of my life. I left and I’ve not looked back since.”