The Billionaire’s Naughty List (Cam Show Crush)

6. Elliot

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ELLIOT

My name has never sounded better than it does rolling off Lily’s tongue. Her sweet voice is breathless, needy, full of wonder.

And god, I'm feeling all that myself.

This is really happening.

We're really here, together.

"I love the way you say my name," I say against her throat. She smells of sugar and peppermint and I can't resist licking the pulse thumping beneath her skin.

Her hands move to my shoulders, clinging like a little kitten and she keeps her head carefully tilted to give me access to all that soft skin.

Fuck, I want to mark her there.

But I won't. Not there . Not with her family showing up in a few days.

My erection is hard evidence of where this is going. Just how far gone I am for her. Nothing's ever felt as naughty as Lily's slender thigh hooked over my hip, that hot little cunt pressed tight to my crotch.

Pantyless.

I need to make sure she knows how much I like it. That I’ve thought about her nonstop and I can’t go back to ignoring things. She needs to understand just how deeply I want her.

"More—" Another sweet plea from her lips. A breath against my skin. A single word that quakes through me.

"I'm going to give you everything, kitten. I have a whole naughty list of things I want to do with you. To you."

She nods, on board with that idea.

Finally!

The snarl comes from deep inside, the beast I've kept locked away is unleashed. Free to go after what it wants, no longer hiding in the shadows and ignoring my darkest desires.

I've pushed all that aside for too long. Decades too long. Keeping myself in check as I built my career and lately because of fear and propriety and ill-guided respect. She's finally given me the freedom to act on the feelings I've kept carefully locked away.

Frustration twists in my chest. She gave me that permission a year ago, and I was an idiot.

Pushing aside the remorse, I focus on the present and our future. Because one kiss and I'm a goner. With chemistry like this, what else could I possibly want? With a woman as smart and poised and caring as Lily, I'm the luckiest man in the universe.

Lily drops her foot to the floor and grabs the hem of her dress, gathering the soggy fabric. "Off—" She grumbles as she wrestles against the weight of it. It's plastered to her skin.

Which is where I want to be.

I chuckle at her twisted lips. Such a cute little pout.

I drop a kiss there. "As adorable as the situation is, it's time for that dress to get out of my way."

"Yes, please."

I've been dreaming of getting her naked and feeling all that perfect skin against mine. I help her remove the dress. It joins the quickly growing pile of clothing on the bathroom floor.

Fuck me. She's perfection. A curvy, feminine package that makes my cock even harder as I imagine her without the red bra.

"It's like you wrapped yourself up for me."

She smirks. "Maybe I did."

"Lily—" Her name is a warning. "Do not tempt a hungry man. A man who's been dying for you, kitten."

She unbuttons my shirt, a saucy expression on her youthful face. "And whose fault is that, Mr. Rivers?"

Damn, she's going to keep me on my toes, isn't she? I love it. Her spunk, her mind, the way she's never backed down from a challenge in her whole life.

"Mine. Entirely mine." I trace the edges of her bra with my fingertip.

She shivers beneath my touch, then makes a pleased sound. "At least you own up to it."

That sobers me. I hook a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "Always. I will always own my mistakes, especially where we're concerned."

I'll do what it takes to build her trust.

She pops the last button free and pushes it out of the way, hands gliding over my torso. Slowly at first, reverent, and then bolder, exploring me. I try to stay healthy, but I'd rather go running or hiking than spend hours in the gym.

Still, she stares at me with an open fascination. Greedy fingers glide over my pecs and down my flat stomach. With a little whimper, she leans forward, planting a kiss over my heart. I suck in a breath, a feeling of rightness settling in my chest.

Together, we work off my shirt and her hands immediately go to my belt. I cover them with my own, halting the movement. "We can slow down."

"We're not even at a simmer yet. I've been fantasizing about this for years. I don't want to slow down."

"Years?" I quirk an eyebrow, pleased at the revelation.

She worries her lower lip. And I get it. We're sixteen years apart. Her dad is my oldest friend. Her brothers trust me. But it wasn't until I saw her Miss Claus pictures that I trusted myself. Until I stopped denying what I want. Because seeing those pictures of my girl out there for everyone to see, they lit the fuse.

Lily nods, reaching behind her back. My brain goes staticky. The white noise between my ears drowns out the splatter of water against the tile. The bra gives and slides down her arms with the help of a little shrug. And then she's bare. Topless and gorgeous. High, full breasts with dark pink tips that call to my lips.

Groaning, I cup them, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She hums her pleasure, pressing herself into my hands. Unable to wait another second, I duck my head and suck one needy tip into the heat of my mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding on tight.

I suck and massage, lick and nibble until she's squirming, coming out of her skin with need.

"Are you wet for me, kitten?"

She nods, sort of frantic-like, wide eyed and needy. Breathless.

Moving to her other breast, I give it the same treatment. How is this my reality? How is it possible that this beautiful young woman wants me with the same burning desire?

Flicking the tip of my tongue against the tight bud of her nipple, I absorb her shudder. She's fucking delicious. Her sweet skin and her response.

"I'm the luckiest man alive," I murmur, kissing and licking my way back to her throat.

At the same time, I slide a hand down her belly.

Her curls are wet, soaked and my middle finger glides with ease, finding her clit. With a little gasp, she tips her hips, offering herself to me. Goose flesh teases her skin and I spin into the stream of water.

Her moan makes my cock weep. Who am I kidding? It's been weeping for her since I saw that first photograph of her delicate, inked foot so artfully styled in a marabou kitten heel.

My balls draw tight, primed and ready to give her my seed. She just has to say the word, or breathe in my general direction, and I'm going to erupt. On her, in her, hopefully not in my pants.

"You," she mutters, fingers fiddling with my jeans. The wet fabric gives her a hard time. "Need you out of your clothes."

I grab her hands. "Are you sure, kitten? Because I don't think I can be naked with you and not make love to you."

She pulls me down for a deep kiss, tongue sweeping into my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair and her body presses so tightly to mine, not even air could get between us. My toes curl and when I lift my head, a goofy grin stretches my lips.

"You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?" I ask.

A few kisses, a few touches, a taste of her sweet body, and I'm such a goner.

I kick off my boots, shove my pants and boxers down, hopping on one foot as I try to free myself.

"Fuck." I trip, feet tangled in the wet denim, landing hard on the bench seat.

"Are you okay?" I can tell she's stifling a giggle.

She kneels and helps me out of my predicament. But once I'm as naked as she is, cock pointed at the sky, she stays there on her knees. Water rains down, hitting her tits, creating two tiny waterfalls off the tips.

I bite my lip to keep from coming.

I clamp down harder when her hands coast up my shins, over my knees, and up my thighs. Every hair she touches sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain.

Fuck me. This is straight out of my most forbidden dreams. This goddess on her knees, looking at me with so much heat in her eyes. All that slick skin waiting to be explored. Her touching me, learning me, watching for every spot that drives me wild.

Newsflash, it's all of them.

Reaching up, she rubs a thumb down the underside of my shaft. Electricity spikes through me and my dick jumps. She giggles, a sweet, girly sound. But that's also a hint of mischievousness, like she knows exactly what she's doing and loves making me come out of my skin for her.

And I am.

She wraps her hand around my erection and it pulses against her palm, straining the bounds of what's possible. A happy moan bubbles up her throat and she flashes a smile. "I think he likes that."

"He loves that."

"What else does he like?"

"You." I keep my palms flat against the tile so I won't haul her into my lap and fuck her like I've dreamed of. Not yet. She needs this time to explore and adapt and get comfortable.

My dick, on the other hand, needs no time at all. He's past start your engines , checkered flags waving, ready for launch.

Another moan, a bigger smile. "What else?"

Lifting up onto her knees now, she bows her head, places a sweet kiss against the plump crown of my cock. I press my head against the wall and shut my eyes because it's too good. Such an innocent gesture, but also the first time her lips have been remotely close to my dick, and he's aching for more. To slide inside that hot, wet mouth and feel that tongue massaging him.

"Oh, he definitely likes that. Wants more kisses."

"Oh really?" Taking me in hand now, she leaves a trail of kisses straight down to my sac and I slide two inches up the wall.

"Fuck yes."

More throaty moans. She sounds so pleased with herself and god, do I love that. Her confidence, even in a new situation, just does it for me. She's innocent and bold at the same time, happily learning as she goes and?—

Oh, damn.

She sucks on that delicate skin at the base of my dick.

Precum dribbles from my tip. I cup the back of her head and spread my thighs wider, letting her know without words just how much I like that. Exactly like that. She continues her expedition. Nipping. Sucking. Licking.

There's no way to stifle my groans.

If anyone else was in this house right now, they'd know something's going down in my shower.