The Billionaire’s Fan (The Whispering Oaks Society)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Asher

She stands and pulls me down the hallway to the stairs. She looks at me with a smile and climbs the stairs, with me trailing her like a lovesick puppy.

“Which room is yours?” she asks at the landing.

“Straight ahead, end of the hallway,” I reply.

Upon entering my bedroom, she turns and pulls me into her. She hesitantly kisses me, pulls back, and kisses me again. My hands grasp her hips as I pull her against me. We stand together, kissing in front of my bed. My heart is beating rapidly with each second that ticks by with our lips fused.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask. “I don’t want to rush things.”

“There’s no such thing.” She bites my lower lip into her mouth as we turn again.

I pull back and grin, pulling my shirt over my head.

Her eyes watch my every movement with a hunger.

She sits on the bed, and I approach. I lean down as she moves back onto the bed and with one hand at her hip and the other beside her head; I kiss her. She pushes up on her elbows and my hand runs alongside the length of her body. I kiss her lips, her cheek, and just below her ear as her body arches off the bed. I settle between her legs on the bed, and her leg lifts and hooks behind my back, pulling me against her with her heel.

My cock is aching behind my boxers as I rub myself against her center. As if she’s reading my mind, her hand moves between us, her hand pressing against my length, and I groan. My hand grips her hip as I groan.

“Fuck. Are you sure?” I ask again.

“More than sure.” She replies, fumbling to unbutton my jeans. I step back from her and take in a steady breath.

Our eyes never leave one another, even as she pulls her t-shirt over her head. She lies on my bed, in a matching bra and panties set. I approach the bed, push her legs apart, and pull her to the edge of the bed. I kneel on the floor and pull her panties off, leaning in and kissing her sweet cunt. I flatten my tongue and press it inside of her. I lather her pussy while I eat at her. I swipe my tongue, press it against her, and insert my finger while I fuck her with my mouth. The sweetness of her body pushes me into a trance as I hold her body open to me with one hand and the other pumping my cock. Her fingers thread through my hair while my hand pushes her slightly, my tongue rimming the tight pucker of her body.

A feral sound echoes through my bedroom from her throat as I move between the two. My mouth alternates between the two, a long lick from top to bottom. My tongue dances against the tight bud, as her fingers squeeze. I groan and look up at her. Her mouth is open, her eyes are half-shut and she moans.

I pull my hand away from my cock, spit on my hand for moisture, and rub it against her pussy.

“Is that good?” I ask.

“It’s great.” She replies in quick breaths, while my hand continues dancing against her pussy.

I push up on the bed, my fingers still pleasuring her, circling and inserting a digit every other movement while I kiss her.

We pull away for a moment, and she removes her bra, releasing her beautifully delicious breasts. My mouth moves to her chest, alternating between the valley from nipple to nipple. My hand moves back to her pussy and I continue to massage her pussy. She moves her hand to my lap and strokes me. My hips push against her hand instinctively.

I reach over her body and to the bedside dresser, pull out a strip of Magnums, and tear one away. With my teeth, I open the pouch and pull the condom out of its wrapping.

After sheathing myself, I approach and press lightly against her.

She opens her mouth in a small gasp at my invading her body. I push into her briefly, then pull out and lean down. My mouth connects with her pussy again, savoring her taste as I press my tongue inside her for a moment, before replacing my tongue with my cock. I pull her leg onto my shoulder and push into her. My hand was on her hip, guiding her back and forth onto my cock.

We move against one another. With each thrust, she meets me. With each push, she pulls. Our bodies move against one another so delectably while we kiss. Her mouth drops open and I swallow her moans. I clench my teeth as she pulls my face back toward her and kisses me. My hips move and I get lost in her. Each movement made my heart skip. Each small noise that comes out of her mouth propels me deeper and deeper into her. I release her leg as it falls to the bed and I pull her hips against me, moving to my knees as I push her legs apart and look over to the side of my bedroom, my eyes finding the mirror. I lean forward, kiss her, and whisper against her lips.

“Watch us in the mirror,” I instruct.

As I press against her, she turns her head. Her mouth is agape, her hair fanned out against the pillow and the sight she sees is perfect.

“Watch me make love to you. Watch me fuck you. Watch me want you.” I tell her.

Our bodies continue to make music as we lose ourselves in one another and our reflections. She watches while I kiss across her body, while I bring her to an orgasm, and while I lose myself to my own. She captures my mouth and nearly brings me to my knees once my body settles down against hers.

And at that moment, and from every moment from here on, I’m fully hers.

Cafe Di’bono is a cute French place right around the corner from my townhome. To most, it’s a small storefront, shrouded by greenery. You wouldn’t know that it’s a cafe without knowing. I stumbled upon this place while looking for a place that sold chocolate croissants, and low-and-behold, it was close to home. Even though it’s a hidden gem, there are always customers. Since then, I’ve become a regular and I’ve gotten to know the owners and their staff over the years.

Jordyn and I sit on the patio, out of sight from the front door and the main walkway, allowing us some privacy while we take bites of fresh fruit, and pastries and sip on our coffees.

A wave of contentment washed over me. The night we spent together last night was amazing, and now, in the early morning light, everything felt even more surreal. I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine.

“This place is so cute,” she said, glancing around the cafe. “How did you find this place?”

“I was hungover and had a craving for a croissant. Stumbled my way around the corner and I haven’t left since.” I grin, pulling my coffee to my lips. “I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorite spots. Perfect for quiet mornings and tasty treats.”

The serene morning didn’t last long. As we finished our breakfast and prepared to leave, my phone buzzed with an alert. I glance at it, and my expression shifts. “Looks like we’ve been made out.”

“Huh?” she looks up from her plate of fruit with confusion.

“I just got an alert that there are paparazzi set up outside on the sidewalk and across the street.”

Jordyn’s eyes widen, a mixture of anxiety and disbelief flashing across her face. “How?”

“It doesn’t take much,” I reply, reaching across the table and giving her a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “Someone must have recognized me and tipped them off. Just keep your head down, say nothing, and we’ll rush past.”

I send a text to my agent and a few moments later; he replies.

“A car will be here in two minutes. Just stay close to me, and we’ll be fine. The car will drive us around a few blocks before returning to the house.”

She nods, worrying her bottom lip.

Once I received the text that the car was outside, I stood, rounded the table, and held out my hand to her.

Used to the chaos, I wrap my arm protectively around her shoulders, guiding her through the crowd with a practiced ease. I kept my head down, offering only a brief, polite response to the barrage of questions. Jordyn seemed to tremble in my arms.

Asher. Over here.

Asher! Who’s this woman?

Asher, what’s her name?

Asher, what happened to Serena?

Asher, will you be staying in Empire Bay?

Asher! Asher! Asher!

With my guidance, we make our way to the waiting car, the driver swiftly opening the door for us. Once inside, the noise of the paparazzi was muffled, leaving us in a relative quietness, despite the commotion.

“Are you okay?” I ask her softly, my voice steady.

She nods, though her grip on my hand remains tight. “I’ll be fine. Just… a bit much to take in.”

Even though she’s not looking at me, I offer her a reassuring smile. “I know it’s overwhelming. I’m sorry. I didn’t think going out to breakfast would incur a crowd.”

She takes a deep breath and looks at me. “I don’t know how you deal with that all the time. It’s so intense.”

“It’s part of the job,” I reply. “But I’m so sorry you had to experience it like that. I promise you, it won’t always be that crazy. I usually just embrace it. Smile and move on.”

“Maybe crazier?” she jokes.

“It can be, from time to time. But honestly, it’s probably a big deal because you're the first woman that I’ve been in public with since my ex.”

“Is that Serena or something?”

“Yes. We broke up last year. Kept most of it out of the public.”

“That makes sense. Well, as long as you can shield me or walk me through the processes of the paparazzi, then I’m sure I can handle it.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, how about we find somewhere quiet and enjoy the rest of our day?”

“How about we go back to your place? I think that was enough out in public with you I can take for right now.”

“Baby steps.” I smile.

“Yes. Baby steps.”