The Billionaire’s Naughty List (Cam Show Crush)

8. Elliot

8

ELLIOT

This whole afternoon has been a concoction of wicked daydream and bizarre nightmare.

I press a kiss against her lips, needing the connection because this conversation is wild. But here we are. Lily in my arms, saying I deserve her.

I want to.

There’s a year worth of time and hurt feelings to make up for and mend.

But her husky confession is the best idea I've ever heard. Since the moment I plucked her out of that frigid lake, everything's felt straightforward. Like we're on the right track and there's no getting off. "If you don't want to let me out of bed, how can I resist?"

I take the final step to the big bed and lay her down on the soft quilt. The mattress is high off the ground, putting her pussy at almost the perfect height for my cock. Straightening, I coast my hands down her legs. Her ankles are still locked behind my lower back, holding me to her.

"That's the answer, Lily. I can't resist you anymore. I won't. Maybe I never should have."

She's so sexy, curvy and strong from her years riding horses and working on her father's ranch. Always competing with her brothers. Their faces flash through my mind.

She brushes the hair off my forehead, a serene and knowing smile hovering on her puffy, well-kissed lips. All thoughts and images leave my mind as I zero in on her. "You can make it up to me."

I kiss my way down to her breasts, sucking each peak to an achy point. "How should I do that?"

I want to hear the words. Want her to tell me what she wants, what she fantasized about.

"Never stop touching me."

I'm halfway to her pussy when she drops that tasty treat. Nipping the skin next to her belly button, I look up at her, meet her warm gaze. "Deal."

I touch her everywhere, filling my hands with her curves. My little Christmas vixen.

"Scoot back," I instruct, following her as she crab crawls up the mattress, making room for me between her thighs. I moan, kissing one knee, then the other. Her legs fall open, welcoming me. And I'm on her in an instant, needing a taste of her sweet little cunt.

She's hot and so wet, a sweetness I never knew existed. One I'll never get enough of. I grind my cock against the quilt, needing relief, but it's not enough. I get the sinking sensation that nothing will ever be enough again—except for Lily. Lily's touch. Her kiss. Her pussy.

I push down the thought of how I could lose my best friend over this. I could lose the family I've built.

"Elliot?" Lily's voice is full of gentle curiosity. It's almost like she can see the change in me. The fork in my road.

I'm choosing her.

Always her.

Holding her gaze for a moment longer, I will her to understand those things. To take them to heart and memorize them. Then I duck my head and nuzzle her mound. Kiss her clit. Then swipe my tongue through her slickness.

She gasps, reaching for a pillow and slams it over her face. With my tongue speared inside her, I shake my head, give a few quick licks and then reach for that stupid pillow.

"I want to hear you, kitten. Every last purr. If I earn them, I get to hear them."

She melts.

Right there atop the mattress. My sweet little kitten goes warm and soft, her knees lifting toward her chest, offering me better access. And because I'm not a total idiot, I take it.

Lapping at her slit, teasing her lips apart, drowning myself in her scent. Sliding a finger deep into her snug heat. God, I can't wait to do the same with my cock. To feel her strangle me.

And when I lift my head, I give her another round of filth because it makes her squirm in the best way. "You taste like heaven. Hope you're enjoying yourself, beautiful, because I want to eat this pussy every night for dessert.”

Then I get back to it. Adding another finger and shoving them deep, twisting and turning, learning everything that makes her gasp and moan.

She brushes her fingers through my hair and pleasure ripples down my spine.

I lock onto my target, loving her, lavishing her with attention until her muscles start to quiver and her thighs clamp around my head.

"Give it to me," I say with my mouth full.

Her hips buck, sliding her clit where she needs it most. Fuck yes. Just like that. Use me, honey.

A groan rumbles from my chest and I swear she can feel it through my lips because she freezes for a split second and then she shatters. A scream, not a word, just husky babble, fills the air. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers, shudders rolling through her like waves crashing against the shore. She whimpers my name and fuck if that doesn't make me feel like the king of the universe.

Her slow, sated smile makes me even harder. What the hell? I'm straining the bounds of my skin, wanting her something desperate. And I swear she knows it. Watches me from her spot against the pillows, hair fanned out, fingers wrapped over the headboard.

I take my needy cock in hand and give it a slow stroke. She watches me with hazy, lust filled eyes.

"Fuck, Lily. Just… Fuck?—"

She shudders. "You're so big," she moans the last word, and my vision blinks out.

"So I can fill you up, kitten."

"Mmm."

"You're going to like that, aren't you?" No more holding back. Now that I know she likes my words almost as much as my touch, I'm going to give her both. Readily.

"Mmmhmm.”

"Have I shocked all speech out of you?"

She grins, looking almost delirious. "Yep."

I crawl forward, settling on top of her. Her legs wrap around my hips and lock behind my back. Gods, if the cradle of her thighs isn't the best thing I've ever felt. All this soft warm skin, supple flesh.

"I like seeing you happy."

Which isn't new. But this is different. This is a new sort of happiness. Where her skin wears the gentle scratches of my scruff and her eyes are unfocused because she's out of her mind from the orgasm I gave her.

It takes considerable effort to lay here, when what I want with every breath is to shuttle my dick into her waiting wetness and feel her flesh hug me close. But I also love feeling her like this. Soft and supple beneath me, breathless with anticipation.

We were made for this. Two puzzle pieces a moment away from clicking into place.

"Please— Elliot?—"

"What is it?"

"I need you. Stop teasing me."

"I like teasing us both. Once I give in, there's no going back. You understand that, right?"

There's a soft little whimper that sounds utterly delighted.

She wants this. Me.

"I like the sound of that." But it's clear by the quiver in her voice she more than likes it.

"Yeah? You want me to keep you?" Because I will. I am. "Kiss and lick every inch of you? Eat your needy pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner?"

Her eyes roll back in her head and she shudders.