Distracting the Billionaire's Son

by Jordan Bell

  “So eager,” he breathed and stroked my hair back from my face. When I sped up, he growled and sped up too. We were at it again, power hungry and full of too much need. When I pushed him close to my throat and moaned, he grabbed my head and pulled himself almost entirely free.

  He grabbed my head and held it still as if to regain his composure and then shoved his member deep into my throat, until my lips could go no further, until I gagged violently against his size and couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t release until he was ready and then only to start taking my mouth with abandon. I held onto his hips, licked eagerly every time he stroked my tongue, and let him have me.

  “You’ll swallow it,” he growled. “You’ll swallow all of it.”

  I whimpered, looked up at him from where he held me still. He sped up, pounding my mouth until I was sure I couldn’t take any more and then buried himself shaft deep and let go with a cry. A shot of heat coated my throat, my tongue and I obediently swallowed every drop and licked him clean when he pulled out.

  He trembled under my fingertips, once again vulnerable in a way he never was any other time in his life. He stroked my hair, my face, my lips. He gazed down at me on my knees before him and I shuddered.

  “Good girl,” he said softly. When he stroked my cheek, I didn’t pull away. “Stand up. Sit on the edge of my bed.”

  His bed. There was something sacred about him calling it his bed instead of the bed. I sat down, not that my knees could have held me anyway. I was trembling, eager to finally have him touch me. My panties were damp and every inch of my skin sensitive enough to put me over the edge on impact. Oh god, I needed him to touch me, to finish what he’d started.

  He knelt at my feet and it was strange to see him paying me homage like this. The hardness in his face, in the dark like this, was almost entirely gone. He stared up at me and I wanted to kiss him very badly.

  “Don’t resist me,” he said, and for the first time it was not as much a command as it was a plea.

  “God no,” I whispered.

  He pushed my knees apart, lowered a kiss to the inside of my left knee. His lips were hot and wet and I shivered. I had to put my hands out on either side of my hips to stay balanced. I didn’t think he’d make it to my panties before I climaxed.

  He hooked his fingers on the hem of my skirt, pushed it up as he kissed his way up the inside of my left thigh, then my right. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t open my eyes. The whole of me shivered and I could feel him smile against my skin at the effect he was having on me.

  When he reached my panties he grazed the length of me through the fabric with his fingers, discovered just how wet he’d made me. I heard his breath hitch when I whimpered.

  He took the edge of my panties at my hips. “Do you think you can be quiet?”

  I opened my eyes, caught the light reflected in his. “Yes,” I breathed.

  “I don’t think you can,” he said and started sliding my panties down. I was glad it was too dark for him to see they were plain and pink. He’d call me a little girl again, and I wanted him to think of me like Eva McCallister and her flat, unscarred stomach.

  He pulled them down my thighs, over my knees, agonizingly slow. “I promise to be quiet, I swear. Anything you ask.”

  “Anything?” he teased with his voice, tested just where my boundaries were with the challenge.

  “Anything.”

  “You won’t make a sound. If you make any noise I will stop immediately and you’ll leave. Do you understand?” He slid the panties down my calves, to my bare feet. He pulled them off and they disappeared into the dark.

  “I promise. Not a sound.”

  “Lay back.”

  I rounded myself down into his comforter, softer than mine and smelled like his cologne, something earthy and distinct. I would always associate that smell with that moment, I knew it. I stared at the ceiling in the dark, anticipation making my body shake. He pushed my thighs apart, climbed between them. His fingers sought my soft, inner core first, discovered just how badly I wanted him inside of me.

  He pushed one in, then two, slowly like he knew I couldn’t handle more and he was right. It was all I could do not to cry out, two days of pent up need released in one touch. I bit my lip until I thought I’d taste blood. I’d stay quiet. I wouldn’t make a sound until he let me.

  He worked his fingers in out until he added a third and I almost couldn’t stand it. I didn’t make a sound but my hips rose, pushed toward him and he grabbed my hips with his empty hand, held me still, and started to pump the others in and out, first rapidly, then slower. His thumb found my clit, swollen and desperate, and when he touched it I almost disobeyed him. Almost.

  “Good girl, such a good girl. Come for me,” he whispered, and rewarded me when his mouth and tongue replaced his fingers. I sucked in air, almost as loud as a gasp, but he mercilessly didn’t stop. His hands pushed my thighs apart, almost until they hurt, and went down on me with as much abandon as I had him. He licked, sucked, and toyed at my clit. This was my pleasure, but he’d control it as I’d controlled him. My thighs shook, barely held still under his hands. He worshipped me with his tongue and then replaced the three fingers inside of me. The more he licked and sucked at it, the more my thighs trembled and the closer I got to climaxing. I dug my fingers into my palms, into his bed, pushed against his mouth and fingers until I thought I was going to explode. He rewarded me again by moaning against my mound, taking pleasure in pleasing me and that was all I needed.

  I opened my mouth but didn’t scream, though I badly wanted to, and the pressure of making no noise made my orgasm that much more powerful. I wrapped my legs around him, pulled him closer, trapped him against me, and he let me. My whole body felt it, shaking and bucking against his mouth and fingers as wave after wave passed through me. If I made any noise, I don’t know, for a few seconds there I lost complete control. He stayed between my legs until I stopped shaking, until I settled back into his bed. He pulled his fingers out first, then his mouth. He kissed the inside of my left thigh.

  I felt too dazed to say anything, to move. My grip on his blanket was like iron and he had to pry my fingers loose.

  He kissed each one, surprisingly intimate. He climbed onto the bed beside me, touched the bad of his thumb to my lips.

  He was quiet beside me, quiet and still. He didn’t exactly touch me, though his whole body grazed me. He propped his head in one hand and with the other, I don’t know. He didn’t touch me with it.

  When reason returned, the aftershocks subsided and my breathing returned to normal, he adjusted my skirt, very gentlemanly. “You should go back to your cabin now.”

  The intensity of my disappointment was incredible. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. Not a shove out the door. I don’t know what I thought would happen. More. I wanted more. Didn’t he?

  “Is that a command?” I asked. I sounded like a brat, I knew that.

  He was quiet for a moment. I thought I could feel him touch my hair. “If it has to be.”

  “That’s it?”

  He sat up, took my hand and pulled me to my feet, too. I wobbled, my knees weaker than I wanted him to know they were, but he steadied me. My pleasure was quickly being overwritten with humiliation. He walked me to the door, opened it for me. Such a gentleman.

  In the moonlight I could see his face clearly, sweaty, his eyes heavy with desire and something else. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to push him back onto his bed, climb onto his hips. I wanted to make him hard again and I wanted him inside of me. Didn’t he? Couldn’t he want those things too?

  He touched my face, lightly, not the way I wanted him too. When had I become a girl who liked being touched? His thumb grazed my lips. For a moment, I don’t know, I thought he was going to change his mind. He didn’t.

  “Don’t come back here tomorrow, do you understand? It was irresponsible on both our parts. I won’t let you in next time.”

  I stepped down, out of his reach, shocked at th
e dismissal in his voice, but he didn’t stop me. I didn’t want him to see the pain in my face, but there was nothing I could do to hide it. He leaned against the door, sweat glistening down his chest. He didn’t meet my eyes as he shut me out.

  ***

  When Shannon crept into the cabin before dawn, I’d slept only a little and what I had captured was troubled and slippery. How many days had we been here? I couldn’t even keep track anymore. I was surprised when Shannon tip-toed to the side of my bed and whispered my name.

  “You’re awake?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Look at you, sneaking home before dawn. Are congratulations in order?”

  I slid over in the already tiny bed and she crawled in next to me. We were nose to nose on our sides and I could just make her out in the dim moonlight. She smelled like wet earth and moss. Like her brother’s bed. The thought cracked something in my chest.

  She sighed and nuzzled her nose into my pillow. “He was so gentle. I could have spent all night with him. Afterwards we walked through the trees all the way to the ocean. We didn’t want to go back to the cabin in case you and Cole…”

  “Oh, no. No. I didn’t meet him. Not that he isn’t very pretty, but…anyway. You harlot. Tell me everything.”

  She laughed and lowered her voice as if there were a hundred people listening just outside the windows. “I like sex. I’ve really wasted a lot of time holding out. He’s so pretty, Jess. He’s got these spaces between his belly button and thighs that are just so…wow.”

  I smiled. I knew exactly the spot she meant. Wow indeed. “Is this a one-time thing or should I expect you late every night?”

  “Every night, I hope. We’re going for a run in the morning on the beach before breakfast. He runs. Of course he does.”

  “Did you tell him you don’t run?”

  “No, I didn’t have the heart.” I laughed, she sighed. “Our babies will be beautiful.”

  “Where does he go to school?”

  “California, like, the other side of the world from us. I’m going to run away to L.A. You can come with me. We’ll live wantonly, get jobs dancing in places with poles. I’ll call you Trixie North and you’ll call me Stella Lee.”

  As sad as I was feeling, as embarrassed and small and unwanted, this made me smile. I thought maybe I could do anything if Shannon went with me. “Deal. Who needs college anyway? It’ll be just you and me, Stella.”

  “You and me, Trixie.” After a moment she said, “I’m sorry you and Cole didn’t work out.”

  “Well.” How could I tell her I’d spent the night with her brother? The brother who seemed to hate every minute of this place? “You know me. I’ve got more issues than either of us want to deal with in less than two weeks and it’s not like I can hide from him here when he finds out I won’t let him touch my breasts.”

  She leaned in, touched her forehead to mine. How many whispered conversations had we had like this in the last two years? If she left the dorms I didn’t know what I’d do. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, Jess. You’re beautiful and the first boy who makes you see that will win my favor forever.”

  That sure wouldn’t be Jonah Silver. I wanted very badly to tell Shannon about him, about everything, but how would she react to that? Would she make me leave this place? I couldn’t bear it. I did what any self-respecting coward could. I kept my mouth shut.

  Six

  Breakfast was a scene of absolute chaos. Everyone over the drinking age or at least, very close to it, had hangovers. There were twenty pairs of $400 special order sunglasses, each vying for a seat furthest from the windows. Someone suggested they move breakfast to the dining room, which caused Mrs. Silver to have a mild stroke until Jonah ordered Meredith to have all the curtains pulled. The sheer fabric blocked most of the harshest glares, but most sunglasses remained in place anyway.

  Shannon and Henry were dosing against each other, looking as sweet as apple pie with her head on his shoulder and his head against her hair. They both had on their sunglasses and the fresh glow of a morning workout.

  I thought I’d avoided Cole until he grabbed me near the doorway, his fingers not-too-kindly digging into the soft skin inside my elbow.

  “Where were you last night? I waited for like a half an hour freezing my balls off. What the hell, Jessica?”

  Maybe it was the sound of my name, but Jonah slammed his palm on the table with such aggression I thought it would tip and shot to his feet. Several eyes looked his way but no one was in the mood to question him. He held my eyes and I shook my head a fraction. It took all my strength to look away and give Cole my attention. I peeled each of his fingers off me, one at a time.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled. It was embarrassing, being talked down to like this where any of the people in the room could hear. “I changed my mind at the last minute. I shouldn’t have stood you up. That was rude.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have. Fucking tease.” He shook his head and walked over to the only seat still available at Shannon and Henry’s table.

  I think Shannon might have fallen asleep behind her sunglasses because she didn’t seem to react. I stood stupidly for a moment, but none of the cousins seemed to even consider giving a chair to me so I could be near my friend. At the last minute Eric called my name and I gratefully took a seat between him and Melissa. I’d met Eric’s friend Nelson who sat across from me, and Sarah McCallister and her younger sister Lara filled the other two seats. When I glanced over, Jonah had returned to his seat and was paying close attention to something Eva McCallister was saying to him.

  A pang of jealousy shot through me as I watched him listen to her with rapt attention. He had never listened to anything I had to say like that. At most he afforded me clinical curiosity; at worst he downright insulted me. Why did it matter? What good was he anyway?

  What good? My thoughts went immediately to what he’d done to me last night, how powerful and delicious I’d felt with his face buried between my thighs. I swallowed, squeezed my legs and didn’t look up again from my breakfast.

  Thankfully, Nelson and Eric together were a riot and kept me laughing despite the confusion in my stomach. Breakfast was lighter and I opted for yogurt and fruit and skipped the heavier stuff. I didn’t think I could stomach it anyway. I noticed Eva ate nothing and drank coffee like it was water. Jonah ate a full breakfast, speaking sometimes to his mother and listening when his father spoke at him. I recognized the polite tolerance he afforded his father. I had that look down to a science.

  “You’re at Penn State now, aren’t you Jonah? When will you be done getting that fancy degree and start making your old man truck loads money?” I glanced up from my breakfast at the over boisterous voice of Mr. Silver’s brother, though I couldn’t remember his name. He’d arrived this morning and missed the outburst from last night.

  Jonah got his expression under control behind his water goblet and when he set it down, the only thing burning were his eyes. No one noticed but me.

  “I just finished my graduate program last week.”

  His uncle expressed the same surprise I did when he yelled, “Well, damn boy! Why didn’t you say something?”

  “My father doesn’t like what I chose to study and I won’t be joining his company, so it seemed rude to brag.” Jonah practiced taking a bite of his breakfast, looking at his uncle, at his food, and back up, all the while avoiding eye contact with anyone else. It didn’t matter, his father jumped on the opportunity.

  “International goddamn business and trade. He wants to go to Japan for a year to work for some company there and come back and start his own firm. Not only does he want to abandon his family, but he wants to compete against it. Most goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.” Mr. Silver threw his napkin into his plate and Mrs. Silver stifled a noise that broke my heart. Eric kept his head down, Melissa stared oblivious into the ceiling, and Shannon seemed to still be dosing at her table. I was starting to understand that as long as their father’s attention was on Jonah, it wasn’t o
n them. Briefly I forgot my anger and humiliation from the night before and I felt sorry for him. He would have hated me for it.

  “Ah,” Jonah’s uncle took the longest sip of water I’d ever seen. When he set it down I bet he was hoping for a refill of whiskey. “Now why would you want to go and do that, kid?”

  “I don’t want him to leave the country, but I’m very proud of all the work he’s done. He graduated at the top of his class,” Mrs. Silver said. She took her husband’s hand and squeezed it very, very hard.

  “I like what I do and I do it very well. Silver Investments does not have a very large international interest, so it is not for me.”

  “His family isn’t for him. He’s had one foot out the door his entire life.” Mr. Silver’s voice rose an octave until he was the only one in the room talking. Eric grasped my wrist and leaned into me, his voice desperate.

  “I will give you one thousand dollars if you change the subject immediately.”

  I stared at him and understood how painful it must be for him to watch his older brother admonished constantly for choosing his own life. His eyes shone with it. I held his gaze and I don’t know what came over me when I yelled out, “Jonah!”

  His head snapped in my direction, his pupils large and responsive, and he stood so suddenly the water glasses rattled. Our connection was instant, his response overpowering our better senses. Everyone at his table turned to look at me and Eva McCallister’s eyes narrowed. Jonah calmed quickly, sat down, adjusted his water glass, and cleared his throat.

  But I thought I saw relief, too, now that he could avoid his father patronizing him in front of his family. “What? What do you need?”

  “I…” My mind went blank. I thought of his mouth, his hands, his bedroom in the dark, sand between my toes, nothing at all I could say out loud. “Eric said you have a boat. I was wondering if you’d take me.” A look of horror came across Jonah’s face. I rushed on like a lunatic. “In the boat. Out. For a boat ride.”

  Inside I prayed for a swift and merciful death.