The Billionaire’s Naughty List (Cam Show Crush)

9. Lily

9

LILY

"More than anything," I admit.

I sink the fingers of my left hand into Elliot's hair and curl my right over his shoulder, clamping myself to him. He's not getting away again.

He ducks his head, licking and nipping my neck.

"Anything?" he purrs.

He’s going to be the death of me.

It's been a good life. I don't mind dying happy and sated, glowing from orgasms.

Not only do I love—all capital letters, L-O-V-E—love the idea of being naked in his bed every day, my soul feels calm and whole. For maybe the first time ever, every element of my life feels right. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, and with the person I’m destined to be with.

I answer his question with a nod, so happy I could explode.

Then he reaches between us, swiping his dick back and forth in my wetness, coating himself. I urge him on with my heels, needing this final bit of connection. He pauses, holding steady as a curse tumbles from his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

He drops his head next to mine. “What’s wrong is I’m not even inside you yet and you already feel like utopia.”

I run a hand down his back, a husky laugh bubbling up my throat. “That’s not so bad.”

There’s a pause. He inhales like he has terrible news to share. I hold my breath.

“I don’t have condoms,” he says.

Oh. Right.

“I’m clean,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone since?—”

He kisses me. Hard.

When he lifts his head, he grinds out a handful of words. “Please don’t finish that sentence.”

Smirking, I press a quick kiss against his lips. “I’m protected.”

“I don’t know whether to love or hate that.”

“Oh?” I quip.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my physical a year ago.”

I tighten my legs, pulling him deeper. His brow furrows and when he's finally in, stretching me wide, hips pressed so tightly to mine, we both exhale what can only be a sigh of relief. I've wanted him for so long. Didn't think it'd ever happen. Had given up.

But here we are, with his arms bracketed around me, and my arms and legs wrapped around him like a human pretzel. He lifts his head, staring down at me as he pulls his hips back.

I adore that we communicate without words. It's almost like we read each other's mind.

He bottoms out again and my head tips back as he reaches the most delicious spot inside me. Over and over, he teases that special spot, driving and grinding his cock inside me as if fucking me is his life’s purpose.

He pulls out and sits back on his heels, the most indecent sight. “Roll over, kitten.”

I do his bidding, getting on all fours. My muscles feel like gelatin.

He shoves a pillow beneath my hips, then trails his hands over my ass. I’m utterly exposed in this position. But there’s no time to second guess or feel shy. He’s on me like a proud lion, covering my body with his. Wrapping an arm around my middle, he holds me up and pulls me back against his lap. I rotate my hips, rubbing against his erection.

He groans, then nips my shoulder. “And all this time, I thought you were innocent.”

“Me?”

He lets my middle go so he can line his cock up again. “Mhmm.”

I press back, taking him deep. We both sigh again. “Are you saying I’m not innocent?”

“With the way you’re taking my cock right now? No way. Such a good girl, though.” He goes back to pounding me in earnest. Each thrust fills me to the point of bursting.

It’s my turn to hum my pleasure.

Soon, we’re both crying out, cresting the mountain together.

“So good,” he groans.

My arms give out, but my knees and hips stay locked. All I can do is lay there while happy chemicals saturate my system and Elliot fills me with his cum.

When I wake up from my orgasm induced nap, my phone is on the nightstand and my red coat is draped over the back of a chair in the sitting area. I can't help but grin.

Elliot didn't need a nap, apparently. He's so sweet to go get my stuff. I was so wrapped up in him that I'd completely forgotten about my phone still sitting in the snow on the tripod.

At the foot of the bed, I find a robe and slip it on. It smells faintly of him: hints of fir and something slightly musky.

Seriously, he's so good to me. Always has been. When I first moved to Seattle and guys from school were only interested in themselves, Elliot proved to be thoughtful, even as his company was exploding.

I find him in the kitchen. He's sliced the loaf of bread I brought and I smell tomato soup.

Drawn to him, I slide my arms around his waist.

"Hey, sleeping beauty."

I make a happy sound and squeeze him tighter. This whole day is straight out of my dreams.

"Hey, handsome."

You'd think I'd be sated after all those orgasms, but lust burns through my veins. I'm afraid he's created a monster. Nipping his nearest shoulder blade, I delight in the way his muscles twitch.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to have you for dinner."

My pussy weeps at the prospect. Seriously, does he know how delicious that sounds? How long I dreamed of this sort of easy going domesticity?

I don’t need to look at the clock on the stove to see that it’s well after dinnertime. There’s an inky darkness outside the windows that tells me just how late it is.

I press tighter to his back and let my hands roam.

"Lily…" He says my name like a warning, but there's underlying humor.

"It's not my fault you smell so good."

"That's the basil," he deadpans.

"Mmm…" I shake my head and press a kiss to the spot I just nibbled. "It's man. Hunky man zest."

He flips the burner off, moves the pot to a cool spot, and turns in my arms. I grin up at his stern expression, need burning through me. My breathing shallows as he wraps his arms around my waist and seals us together.

"Time for my appetizer," he murmurs, dipping his head.

I loop my arms around his neck, fingers in his hair. Stretching up, our lips meet and for a heartbeat, everything goes quiet.

There's no sound, only pleasure. Connection. Rightness.

Eventually, his groan ends the silence. My pulse is loud in my ears, our breathing growing labored. He swipes at the seam of my lips and I open for him, only too happy for him to stake his claim.

Without severing our kiss, he scoops me up and deposits me on the oversized island.

He grabs the belt of the robe, pulling me forward until my ass teeters at the edge of the solid stone countertop. “Fucking delicious,” he says against my lips.

Then he’s kissing me again. Heat shimmers across my skin. He yanks the robe open, revealing my breasts to the cool air.

Lifting his head, he glances down, his expression so hungry my clit twitches. He’s not aggressive by any standard, but he looks at me and touches me with a possessiveness I never expected. And I love it.

I love how gruff his movements are, as if he’s so wound up, all finesse is gone. He can’t contain himself and he can’t slow down enough to be gentle. I don’t need gentle right now, I just need him.

“You’re perfect. Do you know that?”

“No.”

“You are.” He lowers his head, sucking on one of my aching nipples.

A harsh cry leaves my lips and I cling to him, loving the way he caresses me. There’s a reverence I wouldn’t have expected.

He moves back and forth between them, teasing each nipple until I’m crying out. Needing that last little bit to get me over the edge. And just as I’m about to beg for it, he pulls back and finishes opening the robe.

The counter bites into my ass, but I’m not going anywhere when he’s looking at me like that. When he’s dropping to his knees, shoving my thighs wide and sealing his mouth over my pussy.

He groans, tongue sliding up and down my slit.

I lay back, cupping my breasts.

He was serious about making me his dinner. Another fantasy come to life.

“Was this on your naughty list?”

“You know it,” he says and dives right back in, spearing me with his talented tongue.

Knowing that he probably tastes himself is extra wicked, and clearly he doesn’t mind it. He’s a broken record of moans as he eats me out.

I pinch down hard on my nipples and the flames licking my skin intensify. Anyone on the side porch could see what’s going on in here. The pendants over the island cast us in a spotlight. Just thinking about being watched gives me a rush.

“That’s it, honey.” Lick. “Give me everything.”

He moves his attention to my clit, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers. I whimper at how good it feels. The gentle suction on that tight bud, the way those long fingers curl and press against my g-spot.

“Come on my tongue, honey. Drown me.”

My orgasm explodes through me. So much pressure. So much heat. Is it possible to come out of your skin? Because it feels like it. It also feels like better than anything ever has.

Elliot pulls back just far enough, just long enough for my breathing to almost return to normal. My pulse, however, continues to thunder in my ears.

“Again.”

My thighs snap closed around his ears as he leans back in, hot breath against my sensitive skin.

“What? No— El?—”

He twists his fingers gently. Flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, like he’s coaxing her to come play again. And I don’t hate it. His touch is more delicate this time, and I’m already primed.

Flicking my nipples with my thumbs, there’s a corresponding jolt straight to my core. He feels it. Hums around my clit. My eyes roll back because seriously, I shouldn’t be on the precipice of another orgasm. Not this quickly.

“Put your feet on my shoulders, Lily.”

Oh my.

But I do it. I can’t say no to him and my body couldn’t say no to this if I tried.

Building tighter, coiling deeper and deeper.

And then I shatter. Right here on the kitchen island, robe gaping open, feet propped on Elliot Rivers’ shoulders. I shatter and come back together, reassembling into a woman I don’t even recognize.

But I like her. I like this. The new me. Us.

As I lay staring up at the pendants, panting… I can’t wait to do that again.