How to Seduce a Billionaire

by Portia Da Costa

  Jess’s lashes fluttered down, and she leant into the contact, shimmying, the pad on her knee and the pencil clasped in her fingers forgotten. There was only the reality of Ellis and his touch.

  ‘No, you should look,’ he said in her ear, breaking away to take the drawing materials from her and setting them aside on the bed. ‘Look at your subject. Really look.’

  ‘You sound like my art tutor.’ Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at the reflection in the mirror. Ellis certainly didn’t look the least bit like Mrs Mulgrew, the patient, long-suffering teacher of the Intermediate Life Class.

  ‘Do I look like him?’

  ‘Not in the slightest. She’s a woman in her sixties who wears kaftans and has a crew-cut.’

  ‘So no one I need to be jealous over, then?’

  Are you jealous? I thought you wanted me to be ready for lovers … after you?

  She pushed the thought away. It was easily done, feeling the firm stroke of Ellis’s thumb against her aching nipple, and seeing it, in the mirror.

  ‘No,’ she said, feeling awareness of anything but Ellis, in this room, go floating away. He was sitting up close now and he slid his free arm right around her, to cup her other breast.

  ‘Lift your arms, clasp your hands at the back of your head and bring your elbows in tight.’ Now there was a similarity to her art tutor. He was specifying the pose. She obeyed him and he cupped one breast hard, and played with the nipple of the other, rolling it and pinching it. ‘Keep looking. Keep looking.’

  The most exciting view. A beautiful man, toying with the breasts of a beautiful woman. A wanton woman, who rocked where she sat, excitement gathering in her belly and her cleft. A woman whose face and neck and chest were rosy with arousal.

  Her attention skittered sideways, to the huge bulge in Ellis’s dressing gown. He leant in and pressed his face against the side of hers, then mouthed her ear, nipping it. ‘Naughty, naughty …’

  Her, or him? It didn’t matter. He nibbled and kissed, and pinched and rolled, and then, without warning, released her.

  Only to shimmy his way out of his robe, so they were both revealed.

  Jess didn’t know where to look now: at the reflection of Ellis’s cock, or at the beast itself, almost touching her hip. Catching his eye in the mirror, she shuffled closer so it was pressing against her. When it twitched, she licked her lips, and he growled.

  ‘You’re a she-devil, Ms Lockhart. The sexiest, most seductive piece of work I’ve had the pleasure of in a long time.’

  Was that true? He must have his choice of women, even given the fact he only did short-term ‘arrangements’. But he made her feel seductive. Provocative. He made her feel she could do anything and say anything.

  ‘Touch me, Ellis. Touch my pussy.’

  His ocean-green eyes flashed, and against her, his flesh surged.

  ‘Gladly.’ Still cradling a breast, he slid his hand down her flank and across her belly, diving in to obey her. His hand was nimble and tanned, and the tendons tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed as he began to work her.

  Oh, that was so delicious. Jess arched her back, and tilted her hips, to give him better access, and ride his fingers.

  ‘More. Harder,’ she commanded, her voice taut. He obeyed, fulfilling the urge for the vigorous handling that filled her.

  Sensation gathered, and she swayed, digging her fingers into her own tousled hair, and rolling her shoulders. The pleasure gathered and wound around the spot where Ellis was rubbing her, but still she wanted more.

  ‘Put your fingers inside me. Put two inside.’

  ‘Hell yes,’ he said, his voice ragged in her ear. In the mirror she watched the way he crooked his wrist to obey her. His fingers were narrow and elegant, but they felt huge as he pushed them into her slippery channel. She dropped a hand herself, to slide in beneath his so she could massage her clit while he flexed the fingers inside her, stretching her opening, and stimulated the sensitive nerve endings there.

  ‘Yes. Yes. That’s good.’ She sat down, pushing his intrusion deeper.

  ‘Fucking hell. It’s amazing!’ he agreed, laughter in the way he said it, and pride too. Awe, even, she realised vaguely.

  She rubbed herself harder, gripping his fingertips, squeezing them. Then she didn’t have to work to do it, as the sharp, grabbing rhythm of her body took over as she climaxed. The expression on her own face was too raw to look at, so she clamped her eyes shut as she panted and gasped her way through the fierce, sudden orgasm.

  After a few moments, she slumped against him, his fingers still inside her, slippery with her silky arousal.

  ‘You’re wonderful, Jess,’ he told her softly. ‘I liked that … You taking charge. I like to be the boss as much in the bedroom as in the boardroom, but sometimes, there’s something thrilling about being told what to do by the right woman.’

  ‘I like telling you … I wouldn’t want to do it all the time. It’s hard work being in charge. But for a change, yes … it’s exciting.’

  And it was! Ellis was a fantasy figure of power and alpha manhood. Having him at her disposal was like an aphrodisiac spirit flooding through her veins, making her voracious for him. She’d come, but she wanted more, more, more.

  When she snapped open her eyes again, she saw she wasn’t the only one. In the mirror, Ellis’s handsome face was an icon of desire, his eyes black with lust, and lower down, his cock stood out like a club, thick and rosy and shiny at the tip with pre-come fluid.

  ‘That’s what you do to me.’ Dipping in, he kissed her neck, and she caressed his thick, dark hair. She slid her hand across and enclosed his shaft, almost stunned by the heat and the rock-like hardness.

  ‘I want this now.’ She gave him a squeeze. ‘I want it in me … as far as it’ll go.’

  How long was it since she’d been a virgin? It seemed like a century of ravishing passion since then. She looked the same, but in every way that counted, she knew she was unrecognisable.

  Ellis’s smile was sultry, saturnine. She squeezed him again and he gritted his teeth, laughing.

  ‘And you shall have it, madam.’ He was looking at her in the mirror, at her eyes, then, his gazed dropped to her hand around him. ‘Can you draw that?’

  It was Jess’s turn to laugh. ‘Not right now. I think my concentration is shot. It’d be a scribble.’ She waggled her eyebrows at him. ‘A very big scribble, but a scribble all the same.’

  ‘But what about some other time? Later? From memory … like the way you’re going to finish that portrait off for me?’

  She drew from memory. Could she? Of course she could. But that would be one she’d never be able to take to life class to show her fellow artists.

  ‘No, not for public consumption. Just for ourselves. A memento.’

  For just an instant, a dark cloud scudded across the day. Yes, soon this would all be past, and drawn mementoes, and memories, would be all she still had of him.

  Jess shook her head, making her hair fly in both their faces. None of that now. No negativity. Enjoy the moment. There was plenty to enjoy!

  ‘I could try,’ she said, ‘but it’d be very distracting. I might have to keep handling the real thing to refresh my memory!’

  ‘I’m sure that could be arranged.’ Ellis reached to brush her hair from across his face, kissing a hank of it as he did so. ‘Now, do you think we could fuck? I’d really like to watch that too, but we might have to move the mirror around.’

  New heat flooded through Jess’s body. She wanted him. She wanted to see him in her. Something else to draw later, perhaps? An action study …

  When she released him, Ellis rose to his feet, and walked to the mirror. ‘Tell me when you think it’s in the right place.’ He pushed it on its castors until it was at right angles to the ottoman they’d been sitting on.

  Somehow he’d managed to get the positioning and the angle perfect. When she glanced to the side, there she was, centre stage, sitting on the ottoman, a study. Woman waitin
g to be fucked. As Ellis crossed to the bedside drawer and retrieved some condoms, she printed the arrangement of flesh and the setting in her mind. Then she became part of a different composition as he moved into the frame to join her, elegant and sleek as a classical statue, yet also raw and lewd with his rampant erection rearing up, pointing high from his body.

  Tossing the condoms onto the seat beside her, Ellis moved in front of her, as if to display his cock to her. His mouth curved in a devilish smile as he took himself in hand and rubbed his flesh against her bosom, anointing her with his silvery pre-come. Without having to think, Jess cupped her breasts, making an inviting channel around him. She looked down at his marvellous shaft nestled there, but in her mind she could see the outrageously erotic reflection in the mirror. Him looming over her, his heavy reddened erection against her paler skin.

  ‘God, that’s wonderful!’ Resting his hand on her shoulder, he rocked back and forth, thrusting between the pressed together curves, his cock slippery and hot, rubbing against her. The sensation in this was mostly for him, but still it excited her madly. Her loins ached, her nipples so tightly erect they were almost stinging.

  ‘I’m selfish, aren’t I?’ he said, still moving. Jess glanced to the side, but not at her body. It was Ellis’s thrown back head that caught her gaze. The taut look of pleasure on his face, his gritted teeth, his wild dark hair.

  He was gorgeous, and she wanted him. Wanted him in her. When he turned to the mirror, and their eyes met, a message seemed to pass between them and he said, ‘Yes … yes … let’s fuck.’

  Withdrawing from the niche she’d made for him, he slid his hands beneath her armpits and drew her up, giving her a long kiss on the mouth that also managed to be a full body kiss too, when he pressed the full length of his chest and torso against her. His cock was like a brand of iron against her thigh, his tongue just as hot in her mouth.

  ‘Kneel on the ottoman,’ he commanded when they broke apart. ‘Hold onto the bedrail … so I can handle you. Part your legs.’

  Shudders of anticipation coursed through Jess’s body. They seemed to begin at the very crown of her head and raced right down to her toes, in waves of heat. But she assumed the position in the most graceful way she could, still not watching the mirror, but disposing the arrangement of her limbs in her mind, framing the image again … for later.

  ‘Dear God, Jess, you’re incredible.’ Ellis’s hand settled on her back, flat and with his fingers spread, and he stood there for a moment as if he were sampling her somehow, tasting some discreet essence with his fingertips. Then, setting a knee between hers and one hand on the rail, he reached to slide his other hand around and underneath her ribcage, to cup her breast, squeezing it as he pressed his cock against the curve of her bottom.

  Jess stole a look at their reflection, at the shapes they made, the colours. Ellis’s tan was light, but gilded, and her own body was creamier. His hair was like dark silk, and hers perhaps a shade or two lighter. Her nipple was dark brown against the side of his thumb. His wedding ring glinted, reminding her, reminding her …

  What would it be like if there was no wedding ring, no lost and beloved wife and children? If Ellis were truly free, truly available to her.

  You probably wouldn’t be here, fool. He wouldn’t be diverting himself with brief and temporary sexual flings, and he wouldn’t have looked twice at you.

  Ellis thrust himself closer against her, and in the mirror, his eyes blazed, compelling her attention. ‘Jess, don’t go away from me like that. You’re beautiful and I want you, believe that.’ His left hand moved tantalisingly on her breast, and then, after one last possessive squeeze, he slid it down over her midriff and then her belly, to cup her crotch.

  Tightening her grip on the rail, she closed her eyes, giving herself up to his divine touch, and letting it expel all angst and maverick thoughts from her mind. Now was all that existed. All that mattered. She might never have had this beauty … it should be celebrated, only celebrated.

  Pushing back against him, she used her entire body to caress him as he caressed her. She let her head fall back against his neck and her hair trail over his shoulder, moaning as the pads of his fingertips played magic games against her clit. Opening her eyes, she cast a sideways glance back at the mirror, desire surging as she did so, fired by the sight of themselves, rubbing and rocking against each other, impressions in cream and gold skin, and hair richly dark. Excitement, and gathering orgasm placed a hazy filter across their adjacent forms. They were shapes, patterns of lust and need, almost abstract now as her lashes fluttered, and her sex fluttered, and her thoughts fluttered too, losing coherence as she soared into climax.

  She stiffened against him, arching; her long lashes flickering as her eyes almost rolled up. Against his fingers, he felt the beat, beat, beat of her flesh, pulsing in orgasm, and in his ear, her wild, repeating, heavy gasps, marking each beat. The sounds were music to him, though he doubted she was even aware that she was uttering them.

  God, I was so lucky to find you, virgin-goddess. You’re perfect, Jess, a wonderful woman and made for love and sex.

  And for true companionship.

  As her crisis subsided, he slid his arms around her to support her, shocked by the thought that was occurring to him again and again. Jess was sharply intelligent, and funny, and great to be with, as well as a supreme natural lover. He caressed her more gently, cradled her more closely, as if that might in some small way compensate her for what he couldn’t give her. What, in another world, he would have happily wanted to give her, but in this one, he couldn’t.

  He could only enjoy this jewel for a limited time, before he had to set her free to find some man who could give her everything and who was worthy of her. It wouldn’t be long, now that she herself was empowered and ready to look for that man, and at least he himself could take some small solace in the fact that his selfish lust had enabled her to find her shine as a fully sexual being.

  In the mirror, her body was a gorgeous sight, sleek and flawless. In his hold, the heat and vibrancy of her was a jolt to his senses, tasking his ability to keep his cock in check. He had to have her. She had to have him. Fucking was simple, pleasure unalloyed, closeness without the moral and philosophical complications of his life, filled with the emotions of fondness and respect that could be enjoyed, even by him.

  ‘You’re not looking in the mirror,’ he said, rubbing his face against her hair. ‘You look divine. You should see yourself.’

  ‘I look like a shaking wreck with a red face and my hair all over the place,’ she said huskily, but when he flicked her hair out of her face, and she twisted round to look at him, she was smiling.

  ‘That’s a great look on you.’

  ‘Idiot,’ she said, adjusting her position.

  ‘Idiot with a massive erection,’ he countered. ‘I really need to do something about this thing.’ He rubbed himself against her again, and she reciprocated, swirling her hips and making him groan.

  ‘Yes, it is rather monumental, isn’t it? I guess I need to oblige you then.’ Her voice was pert, and when she craned around again, her eyes were sultry. She even winked at him. God, she was ready to go again, sublimely voracious.

  ‘I’d be grateful.’ He kissed the back of her neck again, and reached over for a condom, ripping open the package. He was conscious of her watching the procedure as he rolled it onto himself, then adjusted their positions. Grabbing her by the hips, he helped her to kneel right up so he could gain access to her, then he stood against the edge of the ottoman, between her thighs.

  Yes. Exactly right now. Her cleft was so hot against the tip of his cock, through the latex. The moment of anticipation was heart-stopping. He almost wanted to freeze time and stay there, even though he knew that the entry into her, and the glorious thrust and pull, thrust and pull of sex would be even more sublime.

  ‘Please … don’t tease me. I want you,’ she whispered, more command than plea. She was so in charge, and he loved that. Complying,
he pushed right in, the sensations almost lifting the top of his head off.

  Heat. Enclosure, tight yet also yielding. Perfection. His inner greedy sex pig yowled at him to just go for it and fuck, fuck, fuck, and come, come, come in seconds. But the sophisticated man who took pride in pleasing a woman slowed him down. He pushed in a little deeper, and settled there, still, enjoying another miraculous frozen moment.

  Turning to the mirror, he admired their conjunction, and the way his body was pressed against hers, both of them finely trembling. Jess had both her arms braced as she held onto the bedrail, and he was taking his weight on just one hand now, bending right over her.

  Watching the progress of the other hand over her hip and around, and feeling the shape of her, and the slide of her perspiring skin beneath his touch, he sought out her centre once again.

  He heard her gasp, and saw her rosy mouth open as he found her clit. Her teeth were clenched, in agonised ecstasy, as he rubbed her. As if knowing he was watching so closely, her eyes snapped open then, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Her pupils were black with lust, and she rocked and circled her hips as he pleasured her, causing delicious havoc where he was lodged, his cock deep inside her.

  ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he chanted as her reflection licked her lips like a wanton. She was gripping him with her sex, matching each word with a clench of her inner muscles. He rubbed her more firmly, trying to make a pattern of it, swirling and slipping around in her delicious silkiness. She was so wet, so miraculously wet, so hot and welcoming that in his eyes tears almost formed.

  He was conscious that even as he was trying to hold back, amazingly, she was too. ‘Sweetheart … you don’t have to wait,’ he purred in her ear, tearing his attention from the mirror-glass and inclining over her. ‘Take your pleasure now, Jess. Take it. You can never have it too much, or too often for me. It’s a woman’s prize to come again and again. Claim it. Claim it now. It’s your right!’