Borrowed Billionaire #5 Set it on Fire

by Strong, Mimi

  A smile spread across my face and a matching one on his. He pulled me in tight to him and kissed me, softly and then fiercely. I lay back, and he moved around me, kissing every inch of me, from the top of my head, to the spot on my leg where the stingray had cut me. He pulled my legs apart and returned to one spot with great interest.

  I closed my eyes, feeling only his touch as he pushed his hands against my inner thighs, moving up, and then kissed my mound. He kissed me there, and his tongue came out, parting those intimate lips. As I shuddered from pleasure, he licked up and down, tongue darting along my opening and then moving up, over my nub. He gradually moved the focus up, licking and touching me, nudging a finger into my opening to extend the sensations.

  My pulse quickened and my body arched as he deftly brought me to orgasm with his tongue. I sighed and moaned in pleasure, letting him know how good he made me feel.

  As I was still trembling with the ripples of pleasure from coming, he moved up on the bed and pressed his cock between my legs and then against my opening. I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into me.

  He moaned in pleasure as his thick shaft moved into me. He moved quickly, and then desperately, thrusting against me, eyes closed.

  The tingling around my pussy grew stronger, and my muscles ached with hot pleasure, ready to come again. As he came inside me, his breathing raspy and rough, his whole body wrapping around and inside me at once, I came with him. We moved together, the key and the lock, turning, opening.

  When we finished, he had my hair in his mouth and bite marks on his shoulder from where I thought I'd been kissing him, but apparently had done more than that.

  We pulled apart, both glistening with sweat.

  He shifted up and reached along the wall with one hand.

  I said, “Are you looking for the switch for the fan?”

  He glanced up at the chandelier. There was no fan, because we weren't in Indonesia.

  “I was,” he said, laughing, which made me laugh.

  “We'll go back there someday,” I said.

  “I'd like that.” He kissed me, lingering. “Hey, remember the pool?”

  I giggled. “It was basically a week ago, but yes.”

  “And the shower.”

  “Mm.” I reached down and found that the memory had aroused him.

  “This suite has a great shower.” He cupped my breast tenderly and kissed my throat.

  “With handholds? I wouldn't want to slip and fall and have to sue the owner.”

  “I'll catch you!”

  I laughed and rearranged the top sheet, so that it ran along the length between our bodies, as we were still sticky with sweat.

  “Are you trying to keep me away?” he asked.

  “No, silly. Just didn't want to get all my sweat on you.”

  He yanked the sheet away and traced a line down my stomach. “Why are you sweaty anyway? I was on top, doing all the work.”

  “There's work on the bottom, too.”

  “Then I'll go on the bottom next time.”

  I swung my leg over him and rolled him onto his back, then sat astride him. “Cowgirl style?” I rolled my hips.

  His cock was already hard again, and he rolled his hips down and plunged into me. I gasped and instinctively ground against him, the fires lighting up once more.

  I liked being on top of him like this, and from the look on his face, he liked it too. With him on his back, his hands were free to roam over my body, squeezing my nipples, pulling me down for a kiss or two, and then running along my sides and over my buttocks as I rolled on him, riding that beautiful cock of his, deep inside me.

  He got so hard, I thought he might shatter, but it was me who shattered into a million pieces. With my hands on his chest, I rode him harder and harder, getting the friction in just the right spot. I didn't want it to end, I wanted to keep going just like that forever, but then everything pulsed and the room went white, and I had the most incredible orgasm of my life.

  When I came back down to earth and opened my eyes, he looked worried. I started to ask what was wrong, but he began to buck underneath me, his cock throbbing inside me. He didn't just grunt when he came, but he made a loud, growling sort of noise. It was the sexiest thing ever.

  4: A Year Later

  We've been dating for a year now. Me and Luthor Thorne. The billionaire. Who's also just a regular guy (sometimes) and a fantastic boyfriend.

  Here's the deal with Grace and the bet: It was his idea to make the bet, but the stakes were Grace's choosing. He wanted to free his mind from the temptations of sex. He said that if he broke his promise and had sex with a woman during the three-month period, Grace was going to take him to a spa and have his entire body waxed from the neck down. No hair. Neck down. Everything.

  On our next date, after the afternoon in the fancy hotel suite, Luthor was shy about taking off his clothes. We met at one of his other hotels, a smaller boutique hotel that had rooms set up to look like a quaint Bed and Breakfast. There were a lot of doilies on everything.

  We'd had a nice lunch together, flirting like crazy the whole time. We'd agreed to always meet somewhere in public and have some getting-to-know-you time before we changed the topic by getting naked, and so far, it was great.

  Luthor ran around the room, pulling the curtains tight and turning off all the lights. He undressed quickly and jumped into the bed.

  I said, “What's going on? Did you get a tattoo you don't want me to see?”

  “C'mere.”

  I wanted him inside me, but I took it slow. The man was more satisfying than my vibrator on the OHMYGOD setting, but I was developing a tiny bit of self-control.

  I stripped slowly, though the room was so dark, my new underwear and striptease was probably wasted in the low light. I slowly crawled into the bed like a cat and purred as I lay next to him.

  “You cold?” I asked. He didn't feel cold.

  He took my hand and ran it down his chest and then further down, to his crotch. He wasn't hard yet, which made me wonder what he was nervous about. As I stroked his balls, I realized they felt different, like they had no hair on them.

  I dove under the covers, head-first, and began to kiss the area. He moaned and wriggled underneath me.

  “What's this all about?” I asked between kisses. “Did you shave down here? It's so smooth.”

  “Long story.”

  “Try me,” I said, putting his now-firming-up cock in my mouth.

  He gasped with pleasure and rolled his hips up, his legs tensing. I ran my hand down his thigh, which was strangely smooth and hair-free. His legs were smoother than mine!

  I lightly massaged his balls and then pulled my mouth off his cock so I could suck on his balls, one at a time. “Mm,” I said into his balls. They were not as interesting to play with as his beautiful, straight cock, but they were still fun. I released them and said, “We have all night. Tell me what happened. Did you fall into a vat of Nair? I'm not touching you again until you tell me. I'm insanely curious, you know. I won't be able to think about anything else until I know.”

  I lay alongside him, but in the other direction, with my feet up on the pillow next to his head. He massaged the backs of my legs and told me the story of the bet. After our afternoon at the hotel the day before, he'd returned home and confessed everything to Grace. She promptly called the spa and booked the appointment for that evening.

  I reached over and petted his naked equipment, stirring it back to life. “I can't believe she made you go through with it. She's a weird lady.”

  “She's good, though. She had to do it, because we always make good on our commitments to each other. You could say I did this to myself.”

  I licked the head like it was a lollipop. The room was dim, but I could see by Luthor's face he was relaxed and enjoying himself. I had an idea, so I asked him, “Did they wax your .. ah … bumhole?”

  “Yes!” he said, sounding almost proud. “The strangest thing is, that part didn't hurt too much. I guess the
body hair around there is sparse, or the nerves are different. I don't know.”

  I sucked down on his shaft, filling my mouth as far as I could go. His cock was very firm now, and ready to ride, but I had another idea.

  “I have some lube in my purse,” I said. “Do you want to try something a little … different? My elderly neighbor told me all about it. Feel free to say no, but it involves me putting my finger in your bum.”

  There was a pause. “Is that all? Why?”

  “It would be at the same time I'm giving you head.”

  “Ah! That makes more sense.”

  We both laughed, and then, he said, “Sure, get the lube.”

  I scrambled for my purse and ran back, my pulse racing.

  I said, “Trying something new sure makes me nervous. My heart's beating like a little rabbit's.”

  “In a good way?”

  “Yes.” I climbed up on him and kissed him. This time, my hands traveled down his chest and I noticed how different it felt, all waxed. He didn't have a very hairy chest to begin with, but it felt even smoother. I could certainly appreciate why guys like women to be smooth, as it does make the skin-to-skin contact seem closer.

  I slowly worked my way down his body, kissing him inch by inch. My nails were trimmed very short, as I prefer them that way, but I checked with Luthor and he said my finger seemed fine to him, and he'd let me know if he felt anything that wasn't good.

  With him on his back, I pushed his knees up and got between his legs. I sucked on his gorgeous cock and played with his balls. My heart was pounding as I put the lube on my finger and applied it where I thought his bum was. I had to feel around in the dark, just to find it, but he made some happy noises, so I figured my blind groping at least felt good.

  Once he relaxed, my finger slipped right in. His muscles gripped my finger and then relaxed. I added more lube and asked if he wanted more fingers.

  His voice was high and pinched as he said, “That's fine.”

  I got more comfortable, leaned over, and started working his shaft with my other hand, his head in my mouth. After a moment, the movements felt absolutely natural and fun. I bobbed up and down on his really yummy manhood, and gently pulsed my other finger, hoping I was doing it right, and getting near the prostate, or the “male g-spot.” I knew how good it felt to have my g-spot stroked, and I hoped it was working for him.

  Suddenly and without warning, he was coming, all tension and muscles underneath me, hot fluid blasting from him. He made a vocal sound that made his previous growl the day before seem like a mere vocal warmup.

  When he was done, he went completely limp in the body, though his cock remained rigid. I gently withdrew my finger.

  Don't worry, I ran to the washroom and washed my hand off before we did anything else.

  Back in bed, he squeezed me tight and said, “That was the weirdest fucking thing ever.”

  “And you liked it?”

  “Did it sound like I liked it? I'm going to do the same thing to you.”

  I squealed and pulled away.

  He grabbed me and hauled me back into him. “Only I might put more than a finger in.”

  “I like the sound of that. You know, I used to think some things were definitely off my sensual tourism list, but I think I'd probably do anything you wanted to do. No limitations. You showed me so much trust by letting me do that thing to you, and I want to return the favor.”

  “I've got some ideas. Give me a few minutes to recover, though.”

  “Sure.” I cuddled in next to him and put my head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, he started stroking the side of my body, and his erection quickly formed a tent under the sheets.

  We kissed as I stroked him with my hand, then he got me up on my hands and knees. I was expecting his cock to nudge into my slick, ripe peach, so I practically melted into a puddle when I felt his tongue on my hot pussy. His nose tickled against my crevice as he licked my clit, swirling and twirling his tongue around in the most divine motion. He rocked me gently back and forth as his tongue and my clit did the waltz, the tango, the anything-goes. He devoured me, and I wanted him to never stop.

  His hands moved lightly up and down my legs, caressing my curves and my ass. A finger probed my pussy entrance, and then, slick with my juices, probed the other.

  He pushed a finger into the tight opening, and I gasped and moaned and writhed on the bed, begging him for more.

  Though I was on the precipice of coming, he pulled his mouth away from my mound, leaving me whimpering.

  With one finger still massaging my tight hole, sending shivers and tingles all through my body, he turned his hand and repositioned his body. He was going to fuck me, there, and I wanted it. First, I felt the big head of his cock at my pink folds. He pushed in, filling me, and no sooner had I driven my hips back against him than he pulled back out again, all the way. What was he playing at? He dragged his finger out, and I knew what was coming next.

  My heart pounded and my throat was on fire. I swallowed hard and willed my muscles to relax as he rubbed lubrication on my ass. With one hand on my hip to ground us, he pushed the head of his cock against that knot of skin.

  Like a key in a lock, it slid in. The shivers ran through me, making me delirious with desire. I gave him some instructions, but they made no sense with all my panting and moaning.

  He went slowly, easing in and out, adding a little more lube as we went.

  Soon we were moving like well-lubricated machinery, and he was pounding the pleasure into me, one stroke at a time, my gorgeous man, my fuck machine.

  When I came, I came undone. I felt a pulling sensation, from the top of my head all the way to my toes, as though I was shedding the skin of an old life, an old Lexie, and becoming someone new.

  Over the last year, our erotic activity has definitely had some high points. We did it standing up, in a glass elevator. And in beautiful hotels in other cities, including Paris and Rome, and once, Moscow. I've always enjoyed traveling, so I've been happy to tag along with him on business trips around the world. We spent a weekend in Idaho, which could have been dull, but Luthor has a way of finding something fun and exciting to do wherever he is.

  Our relationship has not been without a few downsides. For example, he gets stressed about business decisions that will cost people their jobs. He hates closing down businesses, but sometimes he has to. There are pains that come with managing a fortune, and I wish I could help him more, but the best I can do is stand by his side, listen, and try to make him smile when I can.

  Another downside is I've lost some friends. A few people decided I'd gotten “too fancy” for them, and stopped inviting me around. Not Suzanne and Simon, thank goodness. They're truly the kind of folks who love you and stick by you, for richer or poorer. The funny thing is, you wouldn't think the “for richer” part would be a problem, and yet, it is. Life, man.

  Another funny thing is, I'm making more money than ever with my business, now that I don't even need it. Luthor has helped me with some decisions, but Suzanne and I have done most of it on our own. I can see why he enjoys running his empire, now that I have a very modest empire of my own. I find it enjoyable to employ other people and improve their lives and give them confidence. The new girl, Martine, has become head of operations. She's a little boy-crazy but she's actually got a good head on her shoulders, which reminds me of someone …

  Martine is taking care of the business right now, because I'm in Indonesia. Again. I've returned to kill the stingray who tried to murder me! Just kidding. I bear no ill will toward the stingray, or any other sea creatures.

  We're back at the villa, the same one we stayed in the first time. Suzanne and Simon are in the villa next door, and my mother is in one on the other side of us, so suffice it to say there's been no outdoor-pool action. All the action has taken place inside our room, with the sliding doors closed.

  Luthor's in the shower right now, getting the ocean water out of his hair.

  We have a big su
rprise for our family and friends tonight.

  They think Luthor's going to propose to me.

  They're in for a big shock.

  I've got a white dress hanging in the closet of my villa, and I'm about to put it on. Once everyone's assembled in the prettiest of the activity rooms at the resort, the music is going to play, and I'm going to walk in, flowers in my hair, wearing a gauzy, simple white dress.

  Luthor's worried my mother might scream or faint. I think she's going to yell, “I knew it!” because my mother's pretty sharp about figuring things out, and she spotted the white shoes at my condo a month ago, when I was getting the place ready to put on the market.

  The actual proposal happened two months ago.

  It went like this:

  We'd gone to see a movie at a movie theater. Though we do go to fancy plays and concerts sometimes, it was just a regular ol' movie, the type we go out to see all the time. You see, even if you're mega rich, you still like Adam Sandler as much as everyone, and you like seeing his movies in a crowded theater full of other people who feel the same way.

  Honestly, it was not one of his better movies, but we enjoyed it regardless.

  After the movie, I just wanted to go back to my condo and sleep off all the popcorn butter calories, and I didn't feel up to life at the Thorne Mansion, and having staff fussing over me. I've gotten used to Grace, and she is almost normal once you get to know her, but I wasn't in the mood.

  Luthor seemed bothered by my request to return to my place, but he had the driver take us there anyway. At the front door, I had to beg him to come up with me for a bit. I started getting annoyed with him for being so odd. He'd been behaving strangely all evening, like he was distracted, his mind on a business deal, though he assured me it wasn't.

  As we walked down the hallway to my front door, his hand felt stiff and unnatural in mine. My mind raced.

  He was breaking up with me.

  I nearly hunched over right there and threw up, but I didn't. I kept walking, my heart pounding, my eyes tight and hot with tears ready to go.

  I'd always figured the day would come, eventually, when he'd get tired of going to regular crowded movie theaters, sitting with regular people, helping me with my silly little business.