Power Play: Jodie and the Billionaire (7 page)

“Oh
Jodie.” He whispered her name as she continued to caress his still-throbbing
cock with her tongue and lips. She couldn’t get enough of him. “Did you come
for me?”

She
nodded shyly, meeting his eyes in the dim, shimmering lights under the water.

“You’re
going to do it again.” He reached down and lifted her like she weighed nothing,
sliding her up onto the tile in a wave of water and spreading her legs with his
hands.

“Oh!
God!” She shivered as the cool air kissed her wet skin.

Dorian
knelt on the steps and fastened his mouth over the see-through, wet crotch of
her panties. He licked and sucked at her through the material, burying his nose
between her legs. Jodie cried out when he yanked her panties down her thighs,
spreading them wide again for his eager tongue.

When
his mouth found her clit, she jumped and nearly slid back into the pool, but
Dorian’s hands on her hips stopped her. He snugged her right up against his
face, his mouth, his tongue, his lips, his nose, all diving in and out between
the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy.

“Put
your fingers in me,” she begged. If she couldn’t have his cock yet, she at
least wanted to be fucked with something.

He
slid two fingers into her, probing gently, but she didn’t want gentle. She
wanted him to finger her—hard.

“More,”
she begged, thrusting back against his hand. “Oh God, please!”

Dorian
slipped another finger in, stretching her open, making her moan and roll her
hips, meeting his thrusts. His tongue was heaven on her clit, his moans driving
her crazy as he licked her up and down her slit like he couldn’t get enough.

“So
fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lapping her juices off his fingers before
plunging them back in again.

Jodie
whimpered, planting her feet on the tile and lifting her hips to meet his
mouth. Dorian followed her up, still kneeling on the shallow water of the first
step, sucking her clit and then stopping to lick it, back and forth, teasing
her closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers plunged deep into her pussy, the
wet sound of him fingering her echoing off the tile.

“Mmmmmm
I’m gonnnaa commmme!” she cried, grabbing his wet hair in both hands and
grinding her pussy against his face.

Dorian
moaned and sank in deeper, sliding Jodie across the tile and sucking at her
clit as she shuddered in his arms. She thrashed at the side of the pool, waves
of pleasure rolling through her again and again, the sensation almost too much
to bear. He kept his mouth fastened on her pussy, his tongue just pulsing now,
barely moving, as her climax slowly subsided, leaving her panting on the wet
tile.

“Holy
fuck I missed that.” Dorian sighed happily, resting his cheek on her thigh.
“You taste so good. Fuck steak. I could eat you for the rest of my life.”

“Well
you clearly didn’t forget what you were doing.” She giggled, running a hand
through his wet hair.

“I
remember how to fuck too,” he assured her, coming up to kiss her mouth. She
tasted chlorine mixed with the hot musk of her own pussy.

“I
bet you do.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip. “What in the
world would make you deny womankind for so long?”

“Maybe
I tell you later.” He smiled, leaning in to capture one of her nipples, making
her gasp. “After I fuck you until you’re so sore you can’t walk.”

“I’m
so dizzy, I don’t think I
can
walk,” she admitted, shivering. Her teeth
were starting to chatter.

“Cold?”
He sat up on his elbow. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

He
helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist as they made their way
to the door. They left their underwear but Dorian grabbed her phone, the
champagne and the strawberries off the table as she pulled open the heavy glass
door.

“Upstairs,”
he directed her as they stepped into the air conditioning, making Jodie shiver
even more. Her dress—well, Lauren’s dress—was still balled up on
the floor by the window.

“Upstairs?”
She blinked at him, confused, until he steered her toward a glass enclosure she
realized was an elevator.

No
wonder the windows went floor to ceiling, she realized as the elevator took
them up one flight. The doors opened into a hallway. He led her down it, into a
bedroom with tall windows that overlooked the strip. It was so lit up they
didn’t even need any lights on, but he flipped a switched and dim lights over
the circular bed came on as he put the champagne and strawberries on a table by
the door.

“A
round bed?” She giggled, teeth chattering.

“Yeah
I know.” He laughed. “I didn’t design it.”

Dorian
wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm, but he was wet too and
she shivered uncontrollably. He sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom,
grabbing two big, fluffy white towels, a robe draped over one arm. He wrapped
one towel around his waist before sitting on the bed. Then he stood her up,
pulling her between his legs and beginning to rub her down with the towel. He
was gentle, squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, rubbing her down until
she felt warm, inside and out.

Then
he stood too, sliding the silky robe over her shoulders, holding it so she
could slip her arms into the sleeves. Dorian wrapped his arms around her from
behind, both of them looking out at the view of the city below. She smiled,
leaning back against him, not cold anymore. He nuzzled her neck, gently biting
her earlobe, his breath warming her all the way to her toes.

“Champagne?”
He went over to the table, pouring them both a glass.

Jodie
took it from him, already too drunk, but she didn’t know if her buzz was from
alcohol anymore.

“To
ex’s,” Dorian said, clinking his glass to hers. “Karma is sweet, but revenge is
sweeter.”

She
sipped her champagne, looking at him thoughtfully over the rim. He’d made her
think about Jason again, but for the first time since she’d found out, she
didn’t feel like dying. In fact, she felt very much like living.

“Strawberry?”
he nodded toward the tray. “I’m too full, but help yourself.”

She
wandered over, picking up a ripe berry and biting into it, sweet and
juicy—and chocolaty. Dorian stood by the window, towel around his hips,
looking out at the view, drinking his champagne.

“So
are you going to tell me?” she asked, licking her fingers clean as she moved
toward him, feet silent on the white carpet.

“Do
you really want to know?” He didn’t ask her what she was inquiring
about—he obviously already knew.

“Of
course I do.” She stood beside him, resting a cheek against his shoulder.

“It’s
the same old story. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Boy and girl
spend six years planning a life together. Boy proposes to girl. Girl cheats on
boy. Boy loses girl. Sound familiar?”

Jodie
nodded. Boy did it ever!

“So
that was two years ago?” she asked.

“Three.”
He slipped an arm around her waist. “I spent a year whoring around and then
decided to go off women altogether.”

“Six
plus three… how old are you?”

“Thirty.”

“Jason
and I were together for eight.” Jason. He felt far away from her now. Like a
distant star. She knew it wouldn’t always be that way, but she was grateful for
this man and his ability to make her forget.

“And
you’re… what? Twenty-five?”

“Twenty-six,”
she countered. “You know, what you did… swearing off women. That was probably
wise. Relationships suck.”

“No,
they don’t.” He put his empty glass on the night table and turned to take her
into his arms. “See, that’s where I got it wrong. I chose the wrong path—and
I didn’t even realize it until…”

“Until?”

“Until
I kissed you.” As if on cue, he tilted her chin up and he pressed his lips to
hers. It was magical, still, giving her a heated thrill that curled her toes.
He gave her a lazy, half-lidded smile when they parted. “And you… kissed me
right back.”

“How
could I resist?” she teased.

“When
I heard what happened to you.” His face darkened, like storm clouds rolling in
on the horizon. “Well, I know how easy it is to want to retreat. To give up.
But I didn’t want you to give up. I wanted you to do the right thing.”

“The
right thing?” she blinked up at him.

“What
are you supposed to do when you fall off a horse?”

“Cry?”
She offered. “A lot?”

“No.”
He laughed. “Get back up on the horse and try again.”

“So…
you’re the horse.” Jodie smiled slowly, sliding her arms around his neck.

“And
I’m going to take you for a hell of a ride.” His eyes darkened as he undid her
robe, looking at her fully naked in the dim light. Then he slid it off her
shoulders, letting it puddle at their feet in a pool of satin.

“Let’s
christen that bed.” He nudged her toward it, taking her hands in his and planting
them on the mattress so she was bent over.

Jodie
gasped in surprise when he knelt behind her, sliding his hands up over her ass
and spreading her open. He had dried her off, paying close attention to the
area between her thighs, but she was already wet again, anticipating his mouth,
and she didn’t have to wait long for it.

“Oh
my God,” she whispered, arching her back as he buried his tongue between the
fat lips of her pussy. He lapped up and down her slit, down on his knees,
worshipping the swollen flesh of her labia, exploring the pink labyrinth
inside, even sliding his tongue up and plunging it deep into her pussy.

“Ahhh!”
She cried out when his mouth found her ass, tongue probing, making her quiver,
his hands gripping her hips. Her pussy was sopping, sloppy wet now, her thighs
wet with her juices, and she wanted his cock so much she couldn’t even see
straight.

“Are
you still cold?” he asked.

“No,”
she murmured, although she was still shivering.

He
pressed her onto the bed on her hands and knees, spreading her thighs apart
with his own. His towel was gone, his cock riding up against the rise of her
ass, throbbing there, as he ran his hands over her curves.

“Do
you want me to fuck you?”

Oh
my God, he had to ask? She was soaking wet, so very ready for him.

“Please.”
She arched her back, pressing her cheek to the bed.

“Tell
me.” His fingers brushed lightly over her ass, making her quiver. “Tell me you
want it.”

“Oh
my God, yes,” she insisted, reaching back with both hands, shoulders against
the mattress, spreading herself for him. “Fuck, yes! Put it in me! Fuck me!”

He
gave a low, throaty groan, positioning himself, the head of his cock at the
entrance of her pussy. Jodie whimpered, wiggling, squirming back toward him,
but he grabbed her hips, moving her own hands out of the way. His slide into
her was so excruciatingly slow she thought she might pass out in anticipation.
When he was fully inside of her, buried to the hilt, she sighed deeply,
squeezing the walls of her pussy around his length.

“Fuck,
baby.” His hands caressed her ass, thumbs spreading her, exposing her to his
gaze. “You look so good around my dick.”

She
half-smiled at the wonder in his voice as he slowly began to move inside of
her, but soon she was lost in sensation, drowning in the thrust and growl and
rut of him. The sounds of sex filled the room—his low grunts, her cries
of pleasure, their flesh meeting again and again in the dimness.

“Oh
Dorian,” she moaned, meeting him, grinding back, working toward her climax. Her
fingers rubbed her clit from underneath, fast, faster, circling her orgasm in a
quick moving spiral. “Fuck me hard! Harder!”

He
gave a low grunt and shoved in deeper, pounding into her. Jodie whimpered and
arched, spreading wider for his cock. Her whole body felt like a spring, tight,
coiled, ready to pounce. Dorian’s fingers dug deep into her hips, bringing her
to him with each thrust, impaling her again and again.

“Fuuuuuuuck!”
He moaned, slowing for just a moment. Jodie’s fingers were a blur between her
legs, thighs shaking with her impending orgasm.

“Fuck
me!” she gasped, feeling the first spasm overtake her, like a tidal wave, she
was drowning, going under. “Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!”

He
let out a low roar, thrusting into her so hard he drove her forward onto the
round bed, fucking her deep and hard right into the mattress, filling her
spasming pussy with a white hot eruption of cum, a geyser exploding in her
belly. She closed her eyes as her body quivered beneath his, her muscles
clamping down around cock again and again, milking him with every velvet snap
of her pussy as she came all over his cock.

Dorian
groaned, collapsing onto her, and she welcomed the weight, the heat of him. He
was still inside of her, still pulsing, and they stayed that way, breathless
and panting, neither of them wanting to break the connection. When he finally
rolled off her, Jodie turned, reaching for him, resting her cheek against his
chest, both of them damp with sweat.

“So
was it as good as you remember?” she inquired with a smile, her fingers moving
through the hair on his chest.

“Far
better.” His lips brushed her hairline. “But I knew it would be, the moment I
kissed you.”

She
snorted. “That was a ballsy move, by the way.”

“I
was just helping a girl out.” He chuckled. “But then… my God, the way you
responded…”

“Not
my fault.” She flushed at the memory. “It was all that celibacy juice you had
built up.”

“No.
It was just you.” His hand moved in her hair, stroking gently. “That’s when I
knew I was going to get lucky tonight.”

“Two-hundred
and fifty thousand dollars lucky,” she reminded him.

“Not
what I meant. I can afford to lose money.” He lifted her chin so he could look
into her eyes. “Some things are too precious to lose. And there are people in
the world who know that… and people who don’t.”