Expose (Billionaire Series) (3 page)

“Yesss...” she
hissed as his fingers penetrated her once more. Maybe he would let her cum this
time; surely it had to be soon. She'd never been so turned on, so desperate,
before. She needed him to let her cum, and soon, or she'd explode. The
belabored part of her brain insisted that this was a legitimate possibility.
Common sense said differently, but with each denied orgasm, common sense moved
further and further away.

After the fifth
time, Philip left her without release, Jennifer was nearly sobbing in
frustration.

“If I put my mouth
on you,” Philip asked softly. “Would you cum right away?”

Jennifer thought
about lying. It wasn't like he could take back an orgasm once it had been had.
Then she thought of his promise and how this was a way for them to trust each
other. “Yes,” she whispered, dropping her head as her body screamed at her
betrayal. “I'd cum as soon as your mouth was on me.”

“Good girl,” Philip
praised her as he slid her panties down and off of her legs. He pocketed the
underwear as he stood. He wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her head back
so that she was looking up at him. He held her gaze for almost a full minute
before his lips crashed into hers, hard, and demanding.

Jennifer had heard
people use the phrase 'taking a kiss' but she'd never understood what it meant
until that moment. Philip didn't let her have time to respond as he plundered
her mouth, his teeth scraping over her lips and tongue until Jennifer was
whimpering, writhing as she fought the urge to touch him. When he pulled her
back, she was gasping for air, head spinning.

“I think we need to
let you cool down a bit.” Philip himself sounded breathless, but not out of
control. He took two steps back and sat down in the chair Jennifer had been
using all day. He rested his hands on his stomach, making no effort to hide the
very obvious erection tenting his dress pants.

Cool down? Jennifer
wanted to scream at him, beg him, to get her off. At this point, she didn't
care if it was his fingers, his mouth or his cock, she just wanted relief from
the tension stretching her every nerve taut. She shifted, starting to close her
legs.

“No.”

She stopped.

“Spread your legs.”

She did as she was
told, feeling oddly exposed by the scrutiny of his gaze as it fell on her
glistening pink folds. She didn't know why this felt so much more intimate than
anything else they'd done.

“There are so many
things I'd like to do to you.” Philip's tone was conversational at first as if
discussing nothing more than the weather. “A nice long weekend in the country
where I could make you scream until your throat was hoarse.” His voice began to
drop, taking on the liquid sex tone that never failed to make Jennifer wet,
even if she wasn't already dripping. “I'd fuck you all day, using toys or my
fingers every time I need to recover. Watch those lips spread wide around
whatever I was using. I'd take you missionary, from behind, on all fours, in
every position you can think of and then some. In a bed, on a table, out in the
open where anyone who happened to pass by could see us.”

Jennifer shifted.
This really wasn't doing anything to cool her down.

“I'd like to tie
you up, spank you, and maybe even use a whip on that pretty little ass of
yours. Leave some cherry stripes.” His eyes ran down over her body. “Turn those
tits red. Would you like that?”

She wasn't sure if
she was supposed to answer that question, much less how she was supposed to
answer it.

“I think you
would.” Philip continued. “I think there are a lot of things you'd like me to
do to you that you'd never considered before.” He stood and took the two steps
he needed to put him directly in front of her again. “Maybe some nice nipple
clamps.” He tugged on the nipple that was already sore from his teeth and Jennifer
made a strangled sound. “I could put a chain between them, pull on both at
once.” His eyes rose from Jennifer’s nipples to her face as he licked his lips.

Jennifer couldn't
deny the bolt of desire that went through her at his words. She'd never thought
of herself as enjoying anything rough or remotely kinky until she met Philip
and now, everything he suggested brought an unexpected response.

“What else would
you like?” Philip was almost whispering now as he leaned closer. “What else do
I do to you that you enjoy?” His thumbs brushed over her nipples and Jennifer
moaned. “Come on, baby, talk to me.”

He seriously wanted
her to answer? Now? Jennifer blurted out the first thing that came to her mind
thanks to her prior night's dream. “I like your teeth.”

Philip chuckled. “I
thought so.”

He used her hair to
bend her head to one side, exposing her neck. Starting at her jaw, he began to
mouth his way down her throat, alternating teeth and tongue. When he began the
same treatment on her breasts, Jennifer cursed, arching her back to grant him
better access. She was vaguely aware that her skin was going to be marked, but
made no move to stop him. If she was completely honest, the idea that he'd so
clearly claimed her turned her on more than she'd thought it would.

Her skin was
burning, throbbing, from the oral abuse when he knelt once more. Finally,
Jennifer thought, he was going to go down on her and let her cum. When his lips
started up her inner thigh, she braced herself, but he stopped just short of
where she wanted him, his mouth sucking at her skin, teeth worrying at it,
until she was sure she would have a dark spot there.

“Are you ready to
cum?” Philip asked as he stood.

“Yes,” Jennifer
nodded her head eagerly. She was no longer on the knife's edge, but it wouldn't
take much to get her back there again.

“Tell me when
you're close,” Philip repeated his prior instructions as he reached down and
unzipped his pants. He pushed them down until they were just below his hips,
freeing his swollen member. “And don't cum until I tell you.”

Jennifer nodded.
She'd agree to pretty much anything at this point to be allowed to finish. A
long, drawn-out groan fell from her mouth as Philip began to push his cock
inside. He was much bigger than the two fingers he'd been using on her and the
stretching sent a shudder through her body. Once inside, he stilled, his eyes
closed. Jennifer began to rock against him, desperate for him to start moving.

Philip drew back
until just the head of his cock was inside her and she waited for his hips to
snap forward, to impale her with one strong thrust that would surely send her
to the brink and then over. Instead, he moved slowly, filling her inch by inch,
providing just enough friction to send ripples of pleasure through her, but not
enough to finish her off.

By the fifth
stroke, Jennifer was ready to combust, her knuckles white as she held onto the
desk. She wasn't sure when she'd started begging, only that her litany of
pleases had yielded no results. When he finally did speed up, she pushed
herself up off of the desk, meeting his thrusts with her own, racing towards
her climax.

“Almost,” she
grunted out the word.

Philip's hands
closed around her hips and pushed her back onto the desk as he stepped back,
his cock sliding from between her legs with a slick sound.

She let out an
inarticulate cry of frustration as she slammed her hands down on the desk. Her
eyes burned with tears as her body shook. She dropped her head, gulping in
shuddering breaths as she struggled with the abrupt loss.

She didn't realize
that Philip had stepped forward again until his arms were around her, lifting
her off of the desk. Her arms automatically draped his neck.

“You can cum now.”
He lined her up until just the tip of his cock was at her entrance. “Let
gravity do the work.” He released her and she dropped onto him, driving him
harder and deeper inside than he'd ever been before.

The instant his
cock hit the end of her, all of her pent up tension exploded out of her in a
burst of white, hot light. She could hear herself screaming, could feel him
thrusting into her as he said her name over and over again. She felt his cock
pulse inside her, his cum filling her, but her brain processed these things as
secondary to the electricity short-circuiting every nerve and cell in her body.

She wasn't even
aware that she'd passed out until she was opening her eyes to find Philip
grinning down at her, a slightly smug expression on his face. He brushed back
some hair that had fallen across her face. “Always good to know that you enjoy
yourself just as much as I do.”

Jennifer couldn’t
fault him for the self-satisfied gleam in his eyes. He’d definitely earned the
right to be proud of himself for that. She was a bit embarrassed by the fact
that she was sitting on his lap, her clothes still in disarray, but she wasn’t
sure that she could get her body to obey her.

Philip’s finger ran
down over her cheekbone to trace her lips. “I’d love to take a picture or
record your face when you cum.”

She flushed and
looked away. There was yet another way sex with Philip was so different than
sex with Brad. She couldn’t imagine Brad having the desire, let alone the
self-control needed, to do what Philip had done. She certainly couldn’t see him
delaying his own orgasm just for her or telling her that he liked the way she
looked when she climaxed. Sex with Brad had always been about getting him off
or him dominating her in a completely different way.

Thoughts of Brad
gave her the strength she needed to climb off of Philip’s lap. She didn’t look
at Philip as she straightened her clothes. She had a decision to make, one that
was going to affect both men in her life and she needed to be away from them
both to do it. The other thing she needed was the honest input of her best
friend, though she wasn’t sure how she was going to make that approach.

“Jennifer?”

The concern in
Philip’s voice made her turn.

“Are you okay?”

She managed a smile
though it felt a little false to her. “I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” She
looked down at her shirt as she finished fastening the last few buttons left.
“You couldn’t have just unbuttoned it?”

Philip laughed and
stood. He pulled off his own shirt and held it out to her. “Sorry. I didn’t
want to wait. I’ll wear the coffee one home.”

Jennifer slipped
her own shirt off of her shoulders and shrugged into Philip’s. She rolled up
the sleeves but, after a moment’s contemplation, left it untucked. “I guess
it’s a good thing I’m taking the car service.”

The corner of
Philip’s mouth twitched. “Yeah, probably.”

When I awoke, I was
warm and comfortable, and the sky was still dark outside the wide glass windows
of the office. I felt Mathis’ warm, solid body pressing against mine and the
comforting weight of his arm secure around my waist, and I smiled. I loved the
feeling of him against me. I felt as if his body could shield me from all the
ills in the world.

I shifted a little,
and winced at the various pains which lanced through my body. My pussy felt
sore and tender, the first victim of our escapades of the night. My ass was
still slightly sore, and my wrists ached a little despite the softness of the
material which had restrained me. Every muscle in my body had its own little
complaint about the way it had been mistreated, but I ignored them all,
snuggling closer to Mathis. I didn’t regret a moment of it. It had made me feel
so complete, and I’d seen a whole new side of myself and Mathis – it made me
more convinced than ever that we were meant to be together.

Mathis stirred
behind me – my movement must have disturbed his sleep. I gave a little moan and
wriggled closer into him, wanting him to keep holding me. A second later, I
felt his manhood hardening where it pressed against my back, and I smiled,
instantly turned on again. Any further sleep or discussion we might have had
was put on hold as Mathis’ hand snuck down from its perch on my waist to find
my pussy, already wet for him.

***

A while later,
after we’d satisfied ourselves once more, I was sprawled over his bare chest,
gently tracing a pattern on his tan skin as he surveyed me, his expression
soft.

“So what happens
now?” I asked. I was almost afraid to ask the question, but I had to know. I
couldn’t go through the same thing again, of being isolated and kept out of the
loop. This was the best chance I had of getting Mathis to tell me what his plan
was – and of making sure there was a way for us to be together.

Mathis frowned a
little as he thought to himself. “I know you don’t want to hear it,” he began.

“I know,” I
interrupted him. “You don’t think we should see each other.”

“Actually – I want
you, Amanda, and I never want to stop seeing you,” he said. For a moment my
heart rose, but it sank again as he continued.

“But,” he said,
“there is no way you are going to convince me to put you in danger. I won’t do
that to you or to myself. The only way I can make sure of that is for you to
stay away from me for the time being – for your own protection.”

“I know,” I sighed,
a little of the warm feeling of joy seeping out of me. “But I hate it – I miss
you, Mathis.”

“I miss you too,
but I’d rather know you’re safe,” he said.

“Yeah,” I sighed,
resigned. “But what are you going to do? Do you have a plan?”

“Not as such,”
Mathis admitted. “Sooner or later these guys are going to get tired of waiting
around, and then they’ll try to do something in public. I just hope that when
the time comes they’ll get caught.”

“What if you get
hurt – or your reputation gets damaged?” I asked.

“It won’t happen,”
Mathis reassured me. “There’s nothing to tie me to those guys. All they can
prove is that they’ve been trying to get money out of me – and that will get
them arrested if it ever comes out.”

“If you say so…” I
said warily. Then another thought occurred to me. “What about the girl you went
to that party with? Kathryn? Aren’t you…dating her?”

“I’m not dating
her,” Mathis assured me. “Believe me, I don’t have any feelings for any other
woman, least of all her.”

“But isn’t it
dangerous for her?” I asked. “Won’t she be at risk of getting hurt?”

“No,” Mathis said
firmly. “Even if I don’t love her, I would never put anyone in any danger if I
could help it. Kathryn is the daughter of Walt Rossi.”

“The guy who’s
running for mayor,” I nodded. I remembered this information from the party.

“He’s a very
powerful politician who is popular with the public. Plus, he’s got a lot of
other very powerful men behind him,” Mathis explained. “The crime syndicate
won’t risk putting her in any danger. The boss is, at the least, smart enough
to know that.”

I was relieved,
despite the fact that I automatically disliked her for having any possession of
Mathis at all, even if it was only a smokescreen.

“She’s completely
safe,” Mathis said.

Even though I was
reassured that they were never together, I still felt a little irked. I didn’t
want to think about Mathis kissing or holding another woman. Just thinking
about it caused acidic jealousy to bubble up in my stomach. I knew Kathryn was
an incredibly attractive woman – I’d just have to believe that it was all a
show between them. It bothered me to think of it any other way.

“Do you really think
that the crime group will try anything?” I asked. I had stopped drawing my
pattern on Mathis’ chest, and now I was peering anxiously at his face, trying
to read the expression there. He was frowning, but I couldn’t detect any sign
of dishonesty in his face. As far as I knew, Mathis had never lied to me – only
tried to keep information from me to stop me from worrying.

“Since I’m ‘dating’
Kathryn, I’ll be helping out a lot in her father’s campaign,” Mathis said.
“Since he’s so prominent and popular, they are unlikely to have any sort of
show-down in public. If they do try anything, then they’ll be caught red-handed
in a public setting. It’s much more plausible that they’ll try to seek me out
in private, so I’ll just have to find a way to lure them out.”

“That…sounds
dangerous. Will you be ready for them?” I paused nervously.

“Don’t worry about
me. I’m smarter than I look,” Mathis teased. I couldn’t help but smile at his
warm expression. “So long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

***

The sky was brightening,
and I realized we had been in Mathis’ office most of the night. I toyed with
the idea of staying a little longer, to spend as much time with Mathis as
possible before he reinforced the ban on spending more time together. However,
I had my own job to get to and I needed to shower, change, and brush my hair
and teeth before anything else. I didn’t want to slip through the streets in
the morning looking like I’d been up all night. I wanted to get home without
drawing any attention to myself.

With great
reluctance and a few false starts, we finally got up and I hunted in all the
corners of the office to find my clothing, slightly rumpled but still
presentable enough. Once we were both fully clothed again, Mathis gave me one
last long, lingering kiss. It was so sweet that I almost cried. The expression
in Mathis’ eyes was hard to read – it looked almost as if he was angry with
himself, but there was desire in there as well, and longing. But maybe I was
just speaking for myself. I set the thoughts aside; trying to read Mathis’ mind
was like trying to read hieroglyphics.

I avoided going
down the fire escape and made my way down the much more comfortable elevator
and saw myself out. It wouldn’t have been wise for Mathis to see me to the
front in person since someone could’ve been watching.