Borrowed Billionaire #5 Set it on Fire (2 page)

“Me too. My parents split up, but that wasn't even too bad.”

“Until you got stung by a stingray.”

I glanced down at my bandaged leg. “You know, for a few minutes, I forgot all about that.”

“So that answers my next question.”

“What question?”

“Are you feeling well enough to give me a kiss?”

I reached out and pulled him toward me while rolling onto my side. My leg was throbbing, but Luthor's hot skin under my hands and his mouth on mine took my mind off my injured leg.

He moved oh-so-slowly, sucking on my lips and then parting my lips with his tongue. He kissed me, with his tongue darting in my mouth, then moving back out so he could suck on my lower lip. I pushed forward to be closer. Both of us were still on our sides, our fronts touching. He reached around my back and untied my bikini top, then pulled it away from me.

He kept kissing me as he ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing the nipples until they were firm like raspberries between his fingers.

I ran my hand down his back and under the waistband of his swimming shorts. Compared to his chest, the surface of his buttocks were cool. As I squeezed them, he groaned and pushed his hips at me, his erection against the bone of my hip.

Slowly, I moved my hand from his buttocks and over his hip, until I found his lovely equipment at the front and wrapped my hand around that firm shaft. He tenderly bit my lip and pushed into my hand. I pumped him with my fist, enjoying the heat of him and his eagerness.

He pushed me onto my back and then squirmed around to take off his swimming shorts. He chucked them off the bed, and they landed over a lamp.

He murmured, “Once I start, I don't stop, so I have to ask, is your foot okay?”

“Yeah.” My hand was still wrapped around his cock, the tip of it glistening in the soft lamp light of the villa. “Come here,” I said, tugging on him. “Once I start, I don't stop either. C'mere and put your gorgeous cock in my mouth.”

He raised his eyebrows and his mouth dropped open, like he was going to protest, but I tugged him by hand and licked my lips at the same time, and he just nodded and shifted himself up. Oh, that smooth tan skin of his was so delicious, it made my mouth water. He made everything water.

I grabbed the extra pillows to prop up my head, and then guided him into my mouth, so he was straddling my upper chest. My arms wrapped around him with one arm over his legs at the front, where my hand could stay to help my mouth, and one arm wrapped up behind, stroking his lower back and buttocks.

I licked around the head, my lips making noisy smacking sounds. With the hand on his buttocks, I guided him up the bed, closer to me, so I could get more of him into my mouth.

He glanced around, saying, “How is it that I'm on top, and yet I feel like I have no control at all.”

“Mm,” I said, and that answered his question enough for him to stop talking.

He pressed one hand against the wall above my head and gripped the edge of the headboard with his other hand.

With my head propped up, and my leg, and some of his weight upon me, I felt absolutely comfortable. His beautiful cock, which I'd always been a fan of since the first time I saw it, fit perfectly in my mouth. The relaxing effects of the wine took all the sharpness out of the world, and I was completely in the moment, not thinking about the future, but just enjoying the cock in my mouth and the man above me, his face contorted by pleasure.

I lost myself in the enjoyment of giving him head, and I didn't realize how close he'd gotten to orgasm until he quickly pulled out from my mouth. We made eye contact for a few seconds, neither saying a word, and then he peeled down my bikini bottoms and carefully removed them, mindful of my bandaged foot.

He straddled my legs, with his knees on the outsides of mine, and guided his cock between my legs. My pussy folds were slick and ready for him. He pushed his cock down between my legs and in. He lay on top of me, though with his legs still outside mine. As he pushed in and out, I could feel his shaft and sac on my inner thighs, hugging him, like an extension of my pussy. His cock was rubbing against me in a new way, and I liked it. I squirmed, my natural instinct being to wrap my legs around his back, opening myself up to him, but he kept me pinned in place.

He kept up his shallow movements, his weight on his elbows on knees, so he was light above me, but still keeping my lower body pinned. We kissed, as we had before, with him languorously kissing and sucking on my lips while steadily pumping in and out of me.

The pleasure grew in small sparks, like a stubborn campfire that won't catch. Everything moved slowly, thanks to my muzzy mind. His cock seemed to drive ever deeper and deeper, even though he was still shallow, thrusting between my legs. I was on the edge of orgasm when I managed to sneak one leg out from between his. I shifted my lower body, wrapping the leg around him, and he finally drove himself deep into me.

I cried out, loud, and realized I'd been moaning and panting for some time. He sucked on my neck as he moved deeper into me, and I felt him let go.

My bliss rose up and crashed over me like a wave. I clenched my arms around his back, pulling him tight against me, our bodies hot and wet.

He turned his face down as he came, letting out a low noise like a growl.

His hands moved around, underneath me, gripping my buttocks as he thrust into me and then became still.

I put my hands on the sides of his head and pulled his face up for a kiss. With his eyes shut tightly, he kissed me and smiled. His eyes opened and his eyebrows went up.

He said, “How's your foot?”

“What foot?” I said, and we both chuckled.

He pulled away from me. Cool air hit my glistening chest and stomach.

Breathing audibly, he lay next to me, one hand still under my buttock. He gave me a little squeeze and said, “How do you like Indonesia?”

Thoughts raced through my head suddenly. Indonesia. It was our last night there, and I'd be returning home the next day. Home. Back to my real life.

I pushed the thoughts away.

“It's perfect,” I said. “I don't want to fall asleep. Give me a few minutes to rest, and we can go outside and look at the stars.”

“The stars?”

“Yeah. I want to see the stars.” I shivered, the fan-driven breeze drying the cooling sweat on my stomach.

“I'll show you the stars,” he said, and he pulled up the light coverlet for the bed, covering me. The blanket felt so good.

“The stars ...” I had every intention of getting out of that bed, but I was so comfortable, and I drifted off to sleep.

I slept straight through the night, and in the morning, my leg felt almost normal. I reached for Luthor in the bed next to me, but found only pillows.

I sat up and noted that his things were gone from the room. With the realization he'd left, I felt both sad and relieved. It was over.

He hadn't ditched me; I'd known he was leaving before us, and we'd discussed it the night before, but I'd forgotten. He was off to somewhere in Europe, Denmark, if memory served, and I'd leave Indonesia the same way I'd arrived—with Suzanne and Simon.

Breakfast was sombre.

Simon kept talking about the fruit juice, about how he'd miss it when we got back home. “You can get it from frozen concentrate, but it's not the same,” he said.

Suzanne pulled her croissant apart and rubbed the spots on her shoulders where she'd gotten sunburned.

Simon poured another glass of juice from the pitcher. “Maybe we could buy a juicer.”

I snapped. “Shut up about the juice already. Who cares! It's just juice.”

He said, “Excuse me for trying to enjoy the avails of your work.”

Suzanne gave him a sharp look, and thanks to that look, I knew she'd blabbed.

Anger flashed through me. “Suzanne, you told him? You told him everything?” I slunk down in my chair. “Great, now all my friends know I'm a whore.”

He stammered, then said, “I haven't told anyone else.”

“Nice.”

The server came to refill our coffee cups, and we all glared at each other silently.

After a moment, Suzanne said, “This reminds me of every vacation I've been on, ever. On the final day, all hell breaks loose. So … we're right on track, I'd say.” She tipped her head to the side and gave me a sad, sympathetic look. “I didn't tell Simon anything, but he's a smart guy, and he figured it out on his own. I may omit details sometimes, but we don't lie to each other. We have a policy of absolute honesty. It's the only way to build trust.”

Simon gave me a sheepish smile. “Don't be angry with my wife. It's all my fault. I was being nosy. You know, I do work for a lot of guys like Luthor. I could probably give you some insight into his psyche, if you're interested.”

I glanced down at my crossed arms and rigid posture. Who was I kidding? I wasn't angry at my friends. They'd done nothing wrong. I uncrossed my arms and shook them out.

“Simon, I'm fine. And I don't need insight. We had our fun, and now it's over. Luthor and I are from different worlds. We don't match up.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

Suzanne tried to suppress a smile, probably thinking about what she'd seen in their pool, about us matching up just fine, physically.

I said, “Sex is not a relationship.”

Simon stirred the cream and sugar into his coffee. “With or without money, people still have their issues. In fact, rich guys like Luthor are often starved for affection. They grow up with paid caregivers, like nannies and whatnot, and their parents are too busy building an empire or enjoying their lifestyle to give them the attention they crave.”

“He had a brother who died when he was young.”

Simon took a deep breath. “He's a decent guy, but I'm not surprised to hear that. He seems kind of ...”

He glanced over to his wife.

“Vulnerable,” Suzanne said.

I started to laugh. “Vulnerable? Please!” I kept laughing, until the idea sunk in.

When I was growing up, my mother and I didn't have a lot of money, which had seemed like a hardship at the time. When Halloween came around, the other kids at school got purchased costumes, whereas I'd wear some strange get-up my mother and I had fashioned from old clothes and props purchased at a thrift store. We had so much fun picking things out. One year, we found an old wedding dress, covered in tacky lace, and dyed it black in the bath tub for a witch costume. The different fabrics hadn't taken all the dye, and parts of the dress were purple, but it had been gorgeous, the envy of all the other girls.

I got a flash in my mind of Luthor, as a little boy. That hungry look in his eyes.

“This vacation,” I said. “We're the ones taking advantage of him.”

Simon pulled back from the table, eyebrows raised. “I wouldn't go
that
far.”

“This was fun,” Suzanne said. “It was a one-time thing, and we all had a nice time. I saw Luthor on his way out this morning, and he gave me a big hug and said he'd had a great time.”

“Really?” My eyes hurt, like I might start crying. “Did he seem happy?”

“Very,” she said, nodding.

Simon gave me a broad smile. “We have all the time in the world to work things out, once we're back home. Everything seems surreal when you're in a different time zone. You can talk some more on your next date, when you see each other at home.”

“I'm not seeing him anymore. If I do see Luthor Thorne again, it'll be to break up with him.” I poked at the fruit on my plate. “Or to resign from my position as paid consort.”

“Don't call yourself that,” Suzanne said. “It isn't true. He told me you refused to take any money from him. Yes, he paid for the vacation, but that's it, and that was a gift. I don't want to hear you say any of those words about yourself.”

She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. I gasped at the shock of being touched. Her hand on mine brought me out of my head and back into the world. Emotion rose up in me, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both.

The flight back home went as expected.

Those crazy lovebirds Suzanne and Simon were at it on the plane again. They started off kissing and flirting in their seats, being anything but subtle with their shared blanket. I gave them a dirty look, and they excused themselves to the bathroom.