The Billionaire’s Naughty List (Cam Show Crush)

13. Lily

13

LILY

It’s official.

I feel more alive than ever when I’m in front of the camera and Elliot. First with him silently watching me from his chair, and then how he bolted out of it. Now he’s stroking that magnificent cock, teasing me. Making me want him.

I don’t think my viewers know he’s behind the camera, watching me with a scorching gaze. And that secret feels extra delicious.

Planting my hands on the counter behind me, I give myself a little boost. The surface gives the lake water a run for its money. Crossing my legs, I settle a hand on my knee, drawing their attention to the lacy hem.

With the font size on my tablet turned up to max, I can just make out the comments.

HotForClaus99: r u ready for christmas?

This is part of the game. Keeping up the steady stream of chatter while teasing and tempting them.

My tone is husky when I answer. “Almost. I have one more gift to wrap for a special someone.”

And by gift, I mean me. But they don’t need to know that.

SeattleNeil: don’t you mean unwrap? laughing emoji

My lips twitch as I pull my hand up my thigh, dragging the sheer material north. Closing my eyes, I imagine that it’s Elliot touching me. A soft caress that makes me wet with need.

But then, rougher as he grows impatient. I slide a hand up to my breast, kneading it, swiping a thumb across the aching peak. My moan is loud in the silent room.

Shoving my hand between my thighs, I slide a finger down the center of my satin panties. The slight friction is such a fucking tease. Pressure but no real pleasure. But I continue stroking myself because I like the stimulation.

I lose myself for a minute, until my panties are soaked and need coils tight in my muscles. Only then do I open my eyes, immediately seeking out Elliot. There’s a bottle of olive oil on the counter next to him. I didn’t even hear him reach for it. But his cock glistens as he fucks his fist.

Spreading my thighs, I match his speed, imagining my finger was that magnificent length gliding over my pussy lips, brushing my clit.

When I can’t take the teasing any longer, I yank the crotch of my panties to the side, tip my pelvis and shove two fingers into my pussy. I’m obscenely wet. Will the camera pick that up?

I glance at my tablet and skim the comments.

MisterNorthPole01: so hot

NickTheMixer69: come for us Miss C!!!

TorontoGuy_: I wish she’d cover herself in frosting.

KingChristmasMo: I’ll cover her in frosting

There’s only one man I want to cover me in his frosting, and he’s standing five feet away. Phantom flames lick over my skin and I pick up the pace, urgency pumping through my veins. I’m ready to end this live.

Circling my clit with my middle finger, my muscles convulse as I hit just the right spot. “This feels so good.”

TorontoGuy_: look how wet she is

I glance past the screen. Elliot slows his hand to long, languorous strokes. Which is the opposite of me. I’m racing toward climax as fast as my finger can go, no longer caring about the performance or the shot, the lighting, nothing. Only coming. Letting Elliot see what he does to me. What I do when I think about him.

My orgasm crashes into me and my muscles go so tight I start to slip off the counter. This isn’t the ending I wanted, but I’ll take it. Smirking at the camera, I give them my naughtiest “Merry Christmas to me.”

Then I make a quick show of tucking my tit back in the cup, righting the bustier. “Thanks for helping me make Christmas cookies. I’m off to wrap that package. See you next time.”

Tapping the stop button, I sag against the counter, the remnants of my orgasm tingling through my veins. But since I never quite trust that I’ve managed to stop the live feed, I put the tablet face down, tripod and all.

Then Elliot’s behind me, his hands on either side of me bracing against the countertop. “That was so fucking hot, Miss Claus.”

Pleasure purrs through me at the nickname. He’s playing along and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m such a slut for Christmas.

“Glad you enjoyed it.”

His cock slides up the slippery fabric, grinding against my ass. There’s a deep ache between my thighs. The kind that makes me want to spread my legs and shove a big toy inside and ride it until I’m a sweaty mess.

Luckily, I don’t need a toy anymore. Oh, I’ll keep them around. Elliot travels a fair amount.

“I more than enjoyed it.” He sweeps my hair to the side. “You’re so creative. Poised. Sexy.”

His voice gets deeper with each word and there’s a reciprocal heaviness beneath my breastbone. He trails kisses over my shoulder, sending a shudder through me. The sensation that books talk about? Weak knees? I totally get it now.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks. “It looked like you did.”

Those big hands slide up my torso and close over my breasts. I don’t care that they’re oil slicked and probably ruining this outfit. He can buy me a thousand more.

Yanking the cups down, my breasts pop free and he tweaks my nipples until I’m a moaning mess.

“So those sounds were real,” he murmurs. “You like performing, don’t you? Getting strangers off. Making them want you. Making me want you.”

His voice is deeper than before, hard with frustration. My core clenches around nothing and I whimper as I nod. He picks up the white frosting bag and aims it at my right breast.

I gasp when the sweet glob hits my nipple.

“God, I can’t wait to make a mess of you, Lily. Just like you’ve made a mess of me.”

He decorates my other breast, then tosses the bag aside before his thumbs sweep through the frosting, smearing it over my skin. I press myself into his hands, needing a firmer touch. As much fun as I have in front of the camera, it’ll never be as good as when he plays with me.

Uncaring of his sticky hands, he grabs my hips and turns me, eyes narrowing in on my sugar-coated nipples.

“You’re too good to be true, Lily. A fantasy come to life.”

“I am to please.”

“I’m kicking myself,” he murmurs as he bends over me, hand boosting my right boob.

“Why?” I reach for his cock.

“I could have had this for the last year, but I was too stupid to see what you were offering.”

I give him a firm stroke just as he latches onto my nipple. He sucks hard and I whimper, knees giving. He holds me up, pins me in place, and doesn’t stop thrashing me with that talented tongue until I’m clean of frosting.

“You think I was offering this last year?”

He switches breasts. “Weren’t you?”

I close my eyes. He knows me so well. But I like to keep him on his toes. “Perhaps.”

“Minx!”

His lashes flare with challenge and all softness leaves him. He spins me around again, pressing me tight to the hard countertop. My hands land on my cookies, crushing them. Frosting oozes between my fingers.

“You can play hard to get, Lily, but you’ve already agreed you’re mine.”

Gosh, I love sassing him. His hands are rough, positioning me exactly how he wants me: ass up, head down.

He yanks my panties down, leaving them stretched between my knees. Then he gives my ass a little slap.

“Say it.”

“Hmm?” I know what he wants. Not giving it to him makes me so fucking wet.

He kneels behind me, shoving the chemise up my hips and pulls my hips back until I’m spread for him. Cool air caresses my most heated skin. He spanks me again and I yelp, the sting hot and pleasurable. My nipples are impossibly tight against the cold granite.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Oh—” I wave my ass in his face.

He traces my slit with the tip of his finger before dipping inside. The tease. He doesn’t give me more than a knuckle’s worth.

“Elliot—”

“Lily—”

He laughs at my grumble and seals his mouth over my pussy.

“Oh! Yes?—”

I stare at the face-down tablet. Would I ever do this on camera? Gosh, right now, I would. I’d let him do anything because the man knows how to eat pussy and that’s maybe the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.

The way he hums around my clit has me vibrating.

“Is this what you want, kitten? To come in my mouth again? All over my face?”

“Mhmm!”

He slaps my left ass cheek again. “Say it.”

“Say what?” I tease.

He launches to his feet. “Tell me you want this?—”

“I want this.”

“You’ve got me wound so tight.”

“I can help with that.” I press my hips tight to his, that thick cock snuggled between my cheeks.

He barks out a curse, and then he’s filling me. One hard shove and he’s all the way inside, balls deep. The cookies turn to crumbs beneath my hands.

“Oh god.”

“Fuck—” He pulls back until just the tip is snug in my entrance. “Just—fuck.”

Then he thrusts deep again. Hard. Harder. His hips slapping mine in the perfect rhythm.

“Elliot!”

His hips crashing me against the edge of the countertop hurts in the best possible way. I’m going to remember this for days. A lifetime really, but I’ll feel the effects till the New Year.

He gathers my hair in his fist and pulls my head back. “Say it.”

“I’ve never come like this.”

His hips stall as he absorbs my words. “Like what? With just a cock?”

“Mhmm.”

He finds the rhythm again, his hand gentling in my hair. Blessedly, it takes no time at all for him to hit that special spot again and send me soaring. He curls over my back, groaning as he lets loose, thick hot jets coating my pussy.

We lay in the aftermath, surrounded in the destruction we created, chests heaving. I have no doubt he was planning on making me say those two words before letting me come, but it’s too late now. Lips twitching, I grab a chunk of cookie and nibble it. The frosting’s only partially set up and the sweetness explodes over my tongue.

“I’m yours, Elliot. And you’re mine.”