Billionaire on Top

by Stern, Sophie

  "I need you," I tell her. "I've needed you for so long."

  Meeting my gaze, her eyes flicker with lust, maybe something more, and she says, "I feel the exact same way."

  23.

  Allison

  The second we’re inside, Trevor’s mouth is on mine and his hands are pulling off my shirt. He’s tender, but quick, as he strips me to my underwear. I feel anxious as I stand before him, but I mentally remind myself that he’s seen me naked before. He’s seen much more of me than this. As I meet his gaze, though, and see the lust burning in his eyes, I know that I won’t regret what we’re about to do.

  It’ll be okay.

  I’m not the type of girl who just goes home with a guy. I’m not. I never have been. That’s more of Holly’s gig. She’s the pretty one: the one guys can’t stop thinking about. Me? I’m ordinary. That’s worked okay for me until now. But there’s something about the way that Trevor is eating me alive with his eyes that’s making me feel very out of the ordinary.

  I’m feeling quite fantastic.

  He lifts me up and carries me upstairs to his bedroom, kissing me the entire way. Trevor makes me feel weightless, as if it takes no effort at all to pick me up and carry me. I wrap my legs tightly around him, drawing myself closer to him. I’m completely wet and dripping by the time we get to his room.

  I’m completely his.

  He places me on the bed gently, the way you would put down a prized doll. His mouth never leaves mine as he slips out of his jacket, vest, and shirt. Somehow he kicks his shoes off and his pants disappear. All the while, he’s kissing me. All the while, he’s reminding me that tonight, I’m his.

  He’s in his boxers when he finally breaks away and looks at me. His eyes roam over my body, hungrily devouring me. He’s seen me naked before, but he’s never looked at me like this, not like I’m about to be eaten alive with pleasure.

  “Are you going to get out Big Tom?” I ask as he reaches down to unbutton my shirt. His hands carefully undo each button with grace and precision.

  And with an insane amount of self-control.

  Most guys would just rip the blouse off, not caring about the buttons, not caring that I paid a lot for it. I don’t know that Trevor cares what I paid for my shirt, but he’s certainly taking his sweet time, enjoying each graze of his finger against my skin.

  “No,” he says finally. “The only thing you’ll have inside of you tonight is me.”

  He peels my shirt away and tosses it to the floor. It lands silently, quickly accompanied by my skirt.

  Now he climbs on the bed, angling his body over me.

  “Tonight, Miss Byard,” he begins to kiss my neck softly, passionately, sending shivers down my spine and back up it again. “I’m going to make you come again and again. I’m going to fuck you in ways you never dreamed possible. I’m going to make you forget everything about yourself, including your own name, until the only thing that seems right in the world is my cock squeezed inside your cunt.”

  “Oh?” I manage to squeak out. My pussy clenches in anticipation. Heat rises in my body, filling me.

  Trevor kisses down my clavicle until he’s at my breasts. A quick flick of his fingers and he’s undone the front clasp on it, sending it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

  “Do you accept my offer, Miss Byard?” He asks, licking my nipple, teasing it with his tongue. “Does this sound satisfactory to you?” Trevor pinches the other nipple with his finger, making me tingle, making me buck up beneath him, thrusting my hips forward.

  “Yes, yes,” I manage to moan. His mouth plunges back to my breasts, giving them much needed attention. “Please,” I beg him, surprised at my sudden neediness. “Please, Trevor, please.”

  “Please what?” He asks, still paying attention to my nipples. His tongue swirls once more, then he meets my gaze. “You need to be specific when you ask me for something, Allison. Otherwise,” his mouth is at my ear now, whispering hot. “You’re going to get more than you bargained for.”

  As he says the words, he pushes my panties aside and drives two fingers into my core, making me cry out with pleasure.

  He silences me with a kiss.

  24.

  Trevor

  Naked.

  Writhing.

  Needy.

  Allison Byard is in my bed.

  She lays, spread across my blanket, waiting for my next move. Normally, I'd have some sort of plan. Normally, I'd know exactly what I'm going to do next, but I'm lost when it comes to her. I'm in virgin territory and it scares the shit out of me.

  But that doesn't mean I'm going to fuck this up.

  I'm still a god when it comes to women, and she's about to be my chosen sacrifice.

  I reach for my nightstand and grab a set of silk ties. Allison raises an eyebrow, but says nothing as I tie her wrists and ankles to my bed, spreading her open across the bed. The ties are tight enough to hold her, but not tight enough to hurt.

  No, tonight isn’t about restraint.

  Tonight is about pleasure.

  And I’m going to make this girl forget her own name before we’re done here.

  Lowering myself down on the bed, I start kissing at her knee and work my way up. She tastes like raspberries and smells like vanilla: an intoxicating mix. She moans and thrusts her hips upwards as I lick and kiss my way up her thigh, but I’m not going to go down on her.

  Not yet.

  First I want to make her beg.

  First I want her to feel desire building so strongly she thinks she’ll explode if I wait just a second longer to shove my tongue into her pussy.

  First I want her to need me.

  So I lick up and down her leg, slowly teasing and flicking. She moves and pulls against her restraints, but I know she’s still enjoying the moment we’re in.

  “More,” she whispers, and I oblige, taking a turn with her other leg. Starting at her knee, as I did before, I kiss, lick, and suck my way to the top of her thigh.

  Then I move back down.

  “Please,” she says. Her eyes are closed: her head back. She’s almost ready for me. Almost, but not quite. The key is to get her to the moment where she thinks she’s going to die if I don’t give her what she wants, then to give it to her. It’ll push her over the edge, and yes, I want Allison Byard to explode in my face.

  I want to brand her with my tongue, mark her, make her mine.

  So I wait until the begging gets louder.

  “Please, I need to feel you,” she bucks her hips forward, urging her clit closer to my face.

  Almost.

  “Trevor,” her breathing grows heavier, more determined, more decisive. “Trevor, please. No more teasing. Please. I need to feel you taste me.”

  I lick up to her thigh and linger.

  “Lick my pussy, Trevor. I’m about to come.”

  When I slide my tongue over her slit, she’s soaking wet. By the time I reach her clit, she comes, as promised, with a wonderful moan that tingles my entire body. She doesn’t writhe or scream or shake. No, this is the type of orgasm that’s so intense, so needed, so necessary, that she barely moves as waves of pleasure soak her body.

  Her clit trembles as I suck softly on it, waiting for her release to slow.

  When the last waves of orgasm rush over her body, I pull away and up to her face.

  “I want to taste me,” she says simply, and opens her mouth.

  I kiss her until I feel like I’m dreaming.

  Now it’s time for the real fun to start.

  25.

  Allison

  I’m still shaking when I hear the condom wrapper tear open.

  Trevor Fox has me completely under his spell, and while part of me knows I’m just another girl to him, I’m too enchanted to care.

  I’ve never come the way I came with him.

  No one has ever teased me, drawing out my climax until I think I’m going to die without it.

  No one has ever made me feel like I’m floating and drowning at the s
ame time.

  Not until tonight.

  And now, he hovers over me for just a moment before sliding inside of me. I’m soaked, shaking, and wound-up from the climax he just gave me. He inches inside of me slowly, taking his time, giving me a chance to get used to his length, but it doesn’t matter. Not now. I want him all. I want all of him right now.

  “More,” I moan. The word escapes my lips, floating between us, hovering, until his eye turn dark and he obliges, giving me exactly what I want.

  More.

  Trevor thrusts into me with more passion than I’ve ever felt before.

  I never knew it could be like this.

  No wonder he’s got every girl in the city falling over themselves with glee just to have him look twice.

  No wonder everyone wants him.

  He breaks me, giving me all of himself, giving me everything I’ve ever needed and even more, until he groans out my name and shivers with his own climax. He rests for just a moment before climbing off of me, disposing of the condom, then gently untying me.

  “How do you feel?” He asks, rubbing my wrists, touching my ankles. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

  I shake my head.

  It was perfect.

  26.

  Allison

  Holly is still gone when Trevor brings me home.

  He’ll let me spend the night, I know, but I think it’s best that I go home. I’m still reeling from the orgasm, from the way he filled me so completely. I’m still not entirely sure I know how I feel.

  “Good night,” he whispers at my door, kissing me once more. He holds me close, letting me know without words that he still respects me. It’s not necessary, really. I know he’s not an asshole, at least not completely. I know this doesn’t mean anything, but I appreciate the gesture.

  “See you tomorrow,” I say. Then I slip inside.

  I lock the door behind me and head straight for the shower. No, I don’t feel like I need to wash his scent off me. No, I don’t need to wash off any shame or regret. I just need a few minutes to clear my mind, and this is the best way I know how to do it.

  It’s nights like tonight that I miss my mom the most.

  Her death left me broken in ways that will never be fixed.

  I strip down, tossing my clothes into the hamper, before I climb under the steaming water. Waves of heat rush over me, reminding me to focus on the moment, reminding me that life is short. I don’t need to worry about what’s going to happen with Trevor. Part of me already knows.

  Tomorrow, we’ll both act like nothing happened.

  In a week or two, he’ll be photographed with another woman around town. The paparazzi will go nuts and our office will do damage control. It’s always the same story.

  And to be honest, I don’t blame him.

  Relationships are messy.

  We both know because we’ve both lost the people who were never supposed to leave.

  I wonder what my mother would think of Trevor. No, I don’t. I know exactly what she’d think. She’d love him. My mom might have been a small town girl like me, but she had a big city heart. Nothing would have pleased her more knowing that I ended up with a sexy guy in a fancy suit who treated me like royalty.

  Nothing would have pleased her more than knowing someone was looking out for me.

  It’s not that she cared about money. She didn’t. The fact that she gave up her job as a lawyer to move to my grandparents’ farm with Dad proved that.

  “Family is what’s important,” she always told me. “Being there for the ones you love is what’s important.”

  I grab a bottle of vanilla-scented soap and start scrubbing my body, trying to imagine what she’d say when she found out I slept with my boss.

  “Well, Kid, you only live once.”

  Then she’d smile and hug me close.

  She’d make me promise not to get my heart broken.

  But we would both know I’m in way too deep for promises like that.

  27.

  Trevor

  It’s been a long time since I lost sleep over a woman.

  A long time.

  So when I arrive at work late the next morning, Gina shoots me a strange look. I don’t blame her. I have huge bags over my eyes and my hair is a mess. I was tossing and turning all night, wondering what to do about Allison.

  She wasn’t like all the rest.

  She wasn’t just some fuck.

  “Are you okay?” Gina asks, popping her gum. I really need to get her to stop chewing it at work. She looks like a high schooler, but, I realize, that’s basically what she is.

  “Gina, lose the gum,” I growl. She flushes white and drops it in her trash can apologetically.

  “Sorry, Boss,” she says.

  “Any messages?” I ask. It’s Allison’s job to take my calls, but Gina sometimes deals with overflow. Today, she hesitates before answering, looking at her hands instead of at my eyes. Gina? Not being bold? Something’s wrong.

  “What?” I ask, suddenly on high alert.

  “You have a visitor, actually,” she looks at her nails again, then her gaze drifts toward Allison’s office.

  “Who would visit me this early?” I ask. “I don’t have any meetings until 11.”

  “It’s an unscheduled visitor.” She shrugs, then looks back down. “Aunt Kari.”

  My briefcase falls from my hand and hits the floor, popping open. Papers spill everywhere, but I barely notice as Gina hurries out of her seat and starts to gather them up. I reach for her desk, using it to support myself, but I know it’s too late.

  “Why is she here?”

  Gina shrugs.

  “Gina?”

  She sighs.

  “Something about alimony? I don’t know. She showed up and barely said hello before barging in to Allison’s office.”

  Shit.

  “Allison’s already here?” Fuck. Of course she is. This is not how I wanted this beautiful woman to meet the shrew who ruined my life.

  This is not how I wanted my mother to meet the girl of my dreams.

  I forget about my briefcase, leaving Gina to deal with the mess, and rush over to Allison’s door. It’s closed. I don’t bother knocking before I burst in.

  Allison is sitting, wide-eyed and red-faced, in her seat.

  The woman opposite her slowly turns around to face me.

  “Why, hello, Dear,” she stands, reaching out to me. “I was wondering when I was going to get to see you, Sweetheart.”

  My mother wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace. I do not return her touch.

  “Mother,” I say curtly. “What are you doing here?”

  “I was just getting acquainted with Allison,” she shrugs. “Though, if you’re anything like your father, I’d guess you’re already acquainted enough for the both of us. Come along, Dear.”

  She turns and leaves Allison’s office without so much as a “goodbye,” and heads straight for mine.

  Allison doesn’t meet my gaze, but as I turn to leave, a single tear slides down her cheek.

  Fuck.

  28.

  Trevor

  “What are you doing here?” For someone who hasn’t seen me in over a decade, my mother doesn’t seem concerned about catching up on old times. She doesn’t bother saying how good it is to see me. She doesn’t even comment on how much I’ve grown up.

  She does none of the things I expect from someone who just waltzed back into my life.

  For all intents and purposes, my mother is dead to me.

  “Is that any way to greet your dear ol’ mum?” She asks with a smile, leisurely pouring herself a glass of whiskey from my bar. Of course she would. She goes straight for the good stuff every time.

  I ball my hands into fists before releasing them, taking a deep breath. Years of therapy and the sight of her still pisses me off to my core. How could she abandon us? How could she leave her family? She had everything in the world and it was never enough.

  “Why are you here?”
I try to keep my voice level and calm as I sit down at my desk, secretly worrying about Allison. What the hell did my mother say to her? Why did she cry? What kind of irreversible damage am I going to try to have to control?

  “I’m here because I’ve had a hell of a time getting in touch with your father about my retirement account.” She crosses her legs and leans back in a seat, taking a long sip of whiskey.

  “I don’t see what that has to do with me,” I practically growl. Of course it’s about money. It always is with her. And now, after walking out of our lives, she suddenly wants to just come waltzing back in because she’s ready to retire?

  “He won’t take my calls,” she moans, pouting. It’s unbecoming. Her entire attitude is horrible. How could this be the same woman who raised me? The same woman who used to read me bedtime stories and tuck me in at night? How could this be the same woman who painstakingly planned my birthday parties and attended every soccer game? What happened to her?

  “I don’t care. Anything between you and Dad is between you and Dad. Do not put me in the middle of your childish games. I don’t care.” Despite my growing rage, my voice remains steady. How am I doing that? I have no idea. My entire world broke when she left. I don’t exactly feel like having the scar cut open now.

  “I need you to call him,” she persists. “Ask him to meet with me. Hell, invite him to dinner and I’ll show up, too. I don’t care.” Then she rises, smoothing her skirt.

  Good.

  She’s leaving.

  But not before she has one more arrow to shoot.

  “And if you don’t help me, Trevor,” she smirks. “I’ll make sure that darling assistant of yours knows exactly how far back you and Mrs. Colbern really go.”

  The door closes and I hear her shoes patter down the hallway as she leaves. It’s too late, though. I slump into my seat, wondering how she knows about Melinda and me, wondering why I’m surprised that she knows.

  Most of all, I wonder whether I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life being blackmailed by my own mother.