The Billionaire’s Fan (The Whispering Oaks Society)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Jordyn

After spending the past few days entangled in the arms and sheets of Asher Knight, I am sitting on my couch with my best friend, Ryan.

He sits beside me with a beer in his hand in shock.

“Bull shit!” he says.

“I shit you not.” I shake my head.

“Let me get this straight. You thought you were meeting some dude who's good at math, instead, you met the sexiest rock God of today, Asher fucking Knight?”

“Correct.” I nod.

“And now, you’re dating said sexy rock God, Asher Fucking Knight.”

“You can just call him Asher, but yes. I guess I am.”

“Are you guys sleeping together?”

“That’s none of your business,” I say, sitting back.

“That’s a yes. Okay, so whatever happened to the guy you were supposed to meet?”

“No clue. He was the wrong who gave me the wrong number.”

“You checked?”

“Yeah, I looked at our last messages.”

“His loss. Because now you’re dating Asher Fucking Knight.”

I roll my eyes as my cell phone screen lights up and I grab my phone.

“Is that him?” Ryan asks eagerly.

Not Jeff: What are you up to?

I show Ryan.

“Can we take a selfie and send it to him? Make him jealous?” he asks.

I shrug, scoot closer to him, and turn the phone towards us, then send it to Asher.

I see the bubble and the dots bouncing, then disappear. They reappear and then a message comes through.

Not Jeff: Is there something that you want to tell me?

Me: This is Ryan.

Not Jeff: And do I need to come over there and stake my claim?

I laugh and turn the phone to Ryan, then start typing.

“Why is he in your phone as Not Jeff?” he asks.

“Because Jeff was the guy that I was supposed to meet.”

Me: He would rather fuck you than me. So, no need to come and stake your claim.

Not Jeff: Good to know. When can I see you again?

“He wants to see me again,” I whisper.

“Well, tell him to come over,” Ryan says.

“You just want to meet him. I can’t. That would look too needy. I just saw him yesterday.”

“You said that he was on some sort of break, right? That must mean he has to jump back on the road again. Why not take advantage of all this downtime while you still can?”

“But I’m hanging out with you. This is our night.”

“We can make it a threesome.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Me: Ryan and I are just hanging out. You’re more than welcome to come hang out with us, join in on the girl talk.

Not Jeff: I don’t want to interrupt your girl time, or whatever.

Me: No interrupting. He’s the one who suggested you come over.

Not Jeff: Be there in a bit

I look at Ryan and point my finger at him. “You need to promise me you will not fangirl all over him.”

“Oh shit, really? He’s coming over?”

“Yes.” I nod.

Ryan stands up and runs to the hallway bathroom. “Do I look alright? Does my hair look okay? Oh shit, I’m dressed like a slob. I need to go home and change. I need to add some concealer under my eyes. I’m not prepared to meet Asher Fucking Knight.”

I walk to the bathroom doorway and lean against the frame as he rushes past me. “You look fine,” I say, turning.

Ryan nervously paces the living room, while I tell him about our run-in with the paparazzi after breakfast. I tell him about watching the concert from the side of the stage.

And by the time I’ve gushed with how surreal my life has been the past few weeks, a car’s headlights creep up my driveway and a knock echoes through the living room. Ryan stops pacing and we look at one another.

“Well, are you going to answer the door?” he whispers.

I approach the door, then turn to him. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replies with a heavy breath to center himself, his hands nervously flexing at his sides.

I open the door and smile when I see the gorgeous man in front of me. I almost forgot that Ryan was behind me. He’s wearing light gray jeans with a formfitting black collared shirt. His hair is slicked back, and he has red Converse on his feet. His hands are in the front pockets of his jeans and I want to kiss his smirk off of his face.

“Howdy,” he greets.

“Howdy?” I look at him, the term not fitting to his persona.

“Is that not working for me?” he asks, stepping forward while placing his hand on my hip. He leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth as he continues walking past me.

Ryan is standing on the side of the couch awkwardly, moving back and forth from one foot to the other.

Asher steps closer, holding out his hand.

Ryan looks at me before taking his hand. I see him release a heavy breath and a smile forms. He’s holding in his emotions, and those can be big.

“Hi, you must be Jeff, I’m Ryan.”

Asher stops and looks back at me with a shake of his head.

“Or should we call you ‘ not Jeff ’?”

“Does she still have me in her phone as that?” Asher looks to Ryan for confirmation.

“She does.” Ryan nods, fighting back a laugh.

Asher turns around, “babe?”

“What? It’s our beginning.”

“Didn’t you guys just begin?” Ryan asks.

“We did. But we’re not ending.” Asher states.

“Oh, that’s swoon-worthy. I suggest you keep this one. He’s quite the contender.” Ryan looks at me as I roll my eyes.

I sit down on the couch and watch as both the guys follow suit.

“So, what have you two been up to all night?” Asher looks at the empty wine bottle on the table and the two glasses.

“Just hanging out,” I say.

“We were talking about you,” Ryan confesses.

“No shit? Anything good?” Asher looks at me.

“I’m not saying a word,” I tell him. “Other than Ryan was fangirling over you.”

“How could I not? You’re dating Asher Fucking Knight!”

We stop just inside the bedroom door, and he presses me against the wall. He leans in and kisses my lips, my cheek, and down my neck. He brushes my hair aside as I take in a deep breath. Returning to my lips, he tentatively kisses me, swiping his tongue against my lips, then slipping inside to mingle against my own. My arms circle his neck as I pull him flush against my body, before I push him away and against the wall behind him. I fit my body between his legs as I kiss him, pulling gently at his lip.

“Such a dirty girl. Look at you.” He growls.

He pulls me by the hand and pushes me toward the bedroom, slapping my ass as I walk down the hallway.

A moment later, I’m on my back on the bed and he pulls my pants down, settles between my legs, and spreads them, so my pussy is bare to him.

He licks his fingers and leans in, lashes his tongue out at my center, and inserts his finger into me. Languidly, he pumps while he sucks on my sensitive bud. I’m gasping for air as he brings me to new heights. He licks me from top to bottom. His tongue circling and penetrating, in between suckling my pussy into his mouth. His tongue darted into my opening.

I’m breathless. The sounds coming out of me are not any that I’ve heard before, as I lean up on my elbows to watch him.

“I want your cock. I need your cock. I want you to fuck me.” I tell him.

He moves up onto the bed and crawls over me. He kisses my lips hard and falls beside me, pulling me on top of him. He takes my breast in his mouth and nibbles my nipple.

My hips grind on him, feeling his hard cock underneath me as I move against his length. His large hands grip my hips and guide me against him. I place my hands behind me on the bed as his hands move from my hips to my ass. He groans into my mouth. Our tongues dance together for a moment before his lips move back to my breasts.

“Fuck!” he expels, wrapping his arms around me tight while I continue to move my hips against him.

He playfully pushes me off of him, while I eye the tent in his pants. He bites his lower lip as his eyes never leave mine while he lowers his shorts. He sits down, grabs me by the back of my thighs, and pulls me back on top of him. With his cock in his hand, I slowly ease myself down on him. His length disappears inside of me and I’m overcome with how full I feel. I leverage my body over him and start to move up and down on him. His hands frame my stomach, his thumbs just below my breasts while I circle my hips on him. I move back and forth, up and down, and circle. My breasts bounce and I moan loudly. He reaches around my waist and we move, so my back is against the mattress. He pulls my hands up over my head as I hook my ankles around his back as he pushes into me. My body moves with each thrust as he pushes my legs apart and watches himself fuck me. He moves fast; he moves languidly, and by the pure pleasure on his face, he is enjoying every second.

My throat is dry. My heart is racing. And my body is deliciously sore as my breaths quicken, and the onset of an orgasm rises. My fingers dig into his forearms, my mouth drops open and a silent scream escapes my mouth while my body turns into jello with a vibration so strong that I’m blinded by light, in a euphoric way. While Asher continues to move, his eyes dilate with the pulsing of my pussy, his movements get frantic and he groans loudly before leaning down and taking my mouth with his.

“I’m going to come.” He whispers against my lips.

“Yes.” I return.

His hips move fast while he finds his release.

He presses against me with a satisfied groan as I regain my breath. He leans down and kisses me.

“My god, woman. You will be the death of me.” He rests his forehead against mine.

“Well, let’s make it a memorable death, shall we?” I joke.

He kisses the tip of my nose as he pulls out of me.

“I’ll be right back.”

He leaves the bedroom and disappears into the adjoining bathroom, returning a moment later with a washcloth in hand. He returns between my hips, pushes them apart, and presses the washcloth against my center, cleaning me up.

“Don’t linger,” I warn him.

“What prey-tell would happen if I did?” he grins.

“Trouble.”

“I like a little trouble.” He returns.