A Billionaire's Game (Ellsworth Brothers #2) (5 page)

“You smell so fucking good, babe. You want this, don’t
you? You want me to eat your hungry pussy?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Drake.”

“Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Wha…?”

“You heard me. Beg me to eat your molten cunt.”

Jill hesitated but only for a moment. “Please, Drake.
Please eat my hungry, wet pussy. I need you now, Drake. Please.”

She felt his response as his face dove in between her
thighs, and his tongue licked down her center. His lips parted and his teeth
found her clit and gave her a gentle bite. Jill gasped. Drake dove in deeper,
and Jill could hear his ministrations, the suckling and kissing of his face in
her moisture.

If it hadn’t felt so good she might have been embarrassed.
She’d never been this wet with anyone else before. Her hands gripped his head
tightly, and he pressed his face farther into her depths. Drake rubbed his face
from side to side eliciting a shout of lust from Jill. “Oh god, yes!”

Drake chuckled.

“I’m going to come. Please, Drake…”

From in between her thighs she heard a muffled, “Yes, you
fucking are.”

Her body arched up, and she wriggled in an attempt to free
her pussy from his torment, but he remained firm in his actions. Her body
pulsed and contracted, and with a final burst she felt the release of her
orgasm. She couldn’t help herself. She yelled out at the top of her lungs as
she came.

The room quieted, and Drake lifted his head to look into
her eyes. He had a devilish smile on his face, and her juices were spread from
cheek to cheek and down to his chin. He leaned down to kiss her.

Jill tried turning her head to avoid his kiss, but his
hands held her head firmly in place. “You taste like cinnamon, clover and
honeydew. I want you to know what I know, feel what I feel and taste what I
taste. Get used to it, babe. I eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Dessert is sharing it with you.”

Jill’s eyes grew wide and she tried to speak, but no words
escaped. She simply raised her head a bit, waiting to feel his lips and tongue
on her mouth. His kiss was deep, luscious and obscene. Jill loved every second
of it, and she let him know this when they pulled apart; she ran her tongue
over her top lip, her eyes never leaving his gaze.

“Shit,” Drake growled in approval.

“Condom,” Jill said in a rushed tone.

Blindly Drake leaned back, patting the floor in search of
his pants and ultimately his wallet. Thankfully his aim was good, and within
moments the tear of the foil packet filled the room. With bated breath Jill
watched his every move. He placed the translucent ring on the head of his cock
and rolled it swiftly down the entire length. He took the base of his member in
his hand and slapped it against her swollen pussy.

“Drake, don’t tease,” Jill begged. “I need this. I need
you. I need you inside me.”

Unable to prolong the torment, Drake complied and pushed
inside her quickly. He thrust in all the way and paused. Wickedly he grinned.
“You like that? You like me all the way inside?”

“Dammit, Drake, you know I do. Now fuck me. Fuck me like
I’ve never been fucked before.”

Chuckling, he withdrew and began thrusting in and out
rhythmically. Soon he too was breathing hard. “Ride me. Now,” he demanded and
pulled Jill up to a sitting position while he laid his body on the carpet and
maneuvered his hips backward. With her legs straddled on either side of his
groin, she grasped his dick and guided it back into her pussy.

She began to move. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
Drake groaned in appreciation. Then she began moving her hips like a belly
dancer in slow motion and that brought a shout from a stunned Drake. “Holy
fuck, woman.” With a groan of pleasure, he sat up and pulled his legs out from
underneath her body, so he was kneeling in front of her. Swiftly, he laid her
torso back onto the carpet, her hair fanning out around her face. Next, he
raised her legs so that her ankles rested on his wide shoulders. With his
weight on his knees, Drake began pumping his cock into her furiously. Their
bodies were covered in sweat, and the friction was electric. Drake’s dick
slipped from her center and, rather than continue in the same manner, he
flipped her body over so she was resting on all fours. Leaning forward he
entered her from behind and reached his hands forward to cover her breasts. Her
nipples tightened as his fingers tweaked them.

When Jill began to cry out he took the fingers of one hand
and moved them to her clit. He began to rub furiously, ensuring she’d have one
hell of an orgasm. As she came he felt it. Her inner muscles gripped the length
of his cock, and Drake let out a ferocious groan.

“Yeeeeesss.” And with that he emptied his loins into the
condom.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Jill and clung to her
body. Jill’s breathing was ragged as she fell forward onto the carpet, her
limbs like jelly. She loved the feel of Drake plastered to her body. Gradually
their breathing slowed and a quiet settled in the room.

“What’s that smell?” Jill asked after a long moment.

Drake’s intelligent, “Huh?” was his only response.

“That smell. It smells like smoke.” At that moment Jill
saw flames erupt from the dining room table and engulf the tablecloth.

“Oh my god! Drake. Fire! It’s on fire! Get off me! Do
something! Holy shit…”

Suddenly aware that something was really wrong, he turned
his head to see what Jill had noticed just moments before. The candles had
burned all the way down, and one of the napkins had caught fire. By now the
tablecloth was incinerated, and sparks were falling down onto the carpet.

“Shit!” Drake stood and grabbed his suit jacket and tried
slapping at the flames with the coat. The effort was futile.

Meanwhile he heard Jill on the phone talking to the 911
operator. “Yes, there’s a fire in my apartment. Washington Avenue Apartments.
Number 317.”

Drake wrapped his coat around Jill’s body and grabbed his
pants as they exited the apartment now full of smoke. In the hallway Drake
helped Jill put on his coat so her body was covered, and he got one leg into
his pants as they ran to the stairwell. By now all the smoke alarms in the
building were going off, and residents were opening their doors to see if the
threat was real. Both Jill and Drake yelled, “Get out! Fire! Use the stairs!”

Soon the thudding of footsteps resounded in the stairwell,
and there were panicked shrieks and cries from terrified tenants. Drake paused
to get his other leg into his pants before he began taking the stairs downward.
He could hear Jill one flight below, still talking to the emergency operator.
In the distance sirens rang out and drew closer until they were deafening. Red
lights turned and cut through the darkness of the night. With hoses in hands,
firefighters in full yellow gear ascended the stairs. Some kept going to the
top floor to ensure all residents had been evacuated.

Outside Jill heard her name being called frantically by
Drake. She stood on her tiptoes straining to find him. Finally she saw him
appear, and she waved her arms wildly. “Drake! Over here!” He pushed and
jostled his way to her and pulled her tightly to his body as soon as he was
close enough to reach her.

“Jill. Jill. Jill,” Drake murmured repeatedly. “Are you
okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “I’m okay. Oh god, I was so
scared.”

Drake squeezed her tightly and said into her hair, “I’ve
got you. I’ve got you. Everything is going to be fine.”

Jill leaned into his hard, muscled body and let out a huge
sigh. An EMT came up to them with two wool blankets and wrapped one around
Drake’s naked torso and the other around Jill’s shoulders.

“Folks. I need to take a look at you both to make sure you
are okay. Please step over to the back of the ambulance.”

Jill kept her hands clasped tightly around herself to keep
Drake’s jacket from opening. The EMT snickered when he realized that Jill was
completely naked.

After clearance from the medics and a dose of oxygen, the
two were free to go. The fire had been contained to Jill’s apartment, so all
other residents could return to their units. The streets cleared quickly and,
after receiving instructions from the officials on the scene, Jill looked up at
Drake. Their eyes met; after a moment, they both burst out laughing and looked
around at the empty city street.

“Now what do we do? I’m in your suit coat, you’re only
wearing pants and we have a couple of scratchy wool blankets, courtesy of the
City of Minneapolis Fire Department.”

Twirling in the middle of the street with arms
outstretched, Drake looked up to the sky and began whooping loudly. Then he
began jogging toward a cab stopped at the curb. He knocked on the driver’s
window and motioned to the cabby that he wanted a ride. Drake opened the back
door and shouted to Jill, “My darling. Your chariot awaits.”

Holding the ends of her blanket close to her body, her
bare feet slapping on the pavement, Jill ran toward Drake and the cab.
Breathless, she came up to Drake, stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss
on the lips. “My hero.”

She smiled and got in the cab, sliding over just enough so
Drake had room to join her.

“To the Grand,” he announced to the cabby.

“Drake!” Jill shouted. “That’s too expensive.”

“No it’s not, babe. I live there.”

With that news Jill was rendered speechless and just shook
her head in amazement.

“You live here?” Jill whispered to Drake as they rode in
the elevator to the top floor.

As the car drew to a halt the attendant announced their
floor and wished Mr. Ellsworth a good evening.

Giggling, Jill followed Drake out of the elevator and to
the door at the very end of the hallway. Thankfully when he’d grabbed his pants
he’d had the foresight to also grab his wallet. He pulled out his key card and
swiped it through the lock. A green light blinked on and the door clicked open.
Cautiously, Jill entered and took in the lavish surroundings.

Drake threw the wool blanket he’d received from the EMTs
onto a chair in the sitting room of the five-room suite. He walked to Jill and
pulled hers off her shoulders as well. With a toss it joined the first one.
Drake grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket that Jill was still wearing. He
pulled her toward his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her torso. “Are
you okay?” he murmured softly into Jill’s ear.

Jill pulled her head from his chest, looking up into his
eyes. “I should be a basket case,” Jill said thoughtfully, “but I’m not.
Actually, I’m oddly calm. Well, that and hungry. We never did get to eat that
incredible meal! What a night.”

Gazing toward the ceiling Drake suggested they call room
service and order everything on the menu, including desserts.

“Drake. I said I’m hungry, but I’m only one person. You
make two. We don’t need food enough to feed a small city block. Just order
whatever you want. I’m so hungry I’ll eat anything.”

“Anything?” Drake purred suggestively, one eyebrow raised.

With one hand she smacked his hard chest. Since he was
shirtless her hand hitting his bare skin was more of a painful smack. The
thwack was loud.

“Ouch. Geez, woman.”

“Drake! I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Oh crap, it left a red
mark on your chest.”

“Good to know you like it a little rough,” he responded,
this time both eyebrows rose up his forehead.

Jill gave him a withering glance. “What am I going to
wear? I have no clothes. I am not going out in public wearing just your suit
jacket again.”

“It looks a lot better on you than me, sweetheart.”

“Call room service,” Jill demanded, her index finger
extended and pointing to the phone on the side table.

Grinning, Drake picked up the house phone and spoke to the
kitchen staff. When the food order was completed he asked to be transferred to
the concierge.

As he hung up the phone he noticed Jill coming out of his
bedroom wearing one of his dress shirts.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to wear something
other than your suit jacket.”

Strolling to Jill he paused to take in her beautiful body.
The shirt came down to just above her knees. The sleeves covered her hands. He
walked to her and began rolling up one sleeve while Jill did the other. Once
the arm length was fixed Jill sighed and looked around the room.

There were heavy drapes covering the windows, and she was
curious what the view would look like. She parted the damask fabric and sucked
in a breath. The city lay before her all lit up.

She opened the French doors that led out onto a small
terrace, and she took in the view. Leaning against the ornate metal railing she
breathed deeply, taking in the cool night air. From inside the suite Drake
watched her with interest. He’d never met a woman like Jill West. She was so
confident and sassy and street smart and not afraid to wear his suit jacket out
in public. It was at that moment that he knew he had to get to know her better,
a feeling he’d never experienced before.

Jill turned around when she heard the knocking at the
door. “Drake. I think the food’s here. Do you want me to get the door?”

Immediately Drake came to his senses and blurted, “Hell
no. I don’t want the bell boys to see you looking unbelievably sexy wearing
just my shirt. Go into one of the bedrooms and wait until they’re gone.”

Amused Jill shook her head and walked into the master
bedroom and closed the double doors behind her.

She heard Drake talking to the delivery personnel, and
there was a quick burst of laughter.

“No problem Mr. Ellsworth. We’ll get that taken care of.”
Then she heard the click of the door closing.

“Is it safe to come out?”

“Come on out, gorgeous,” Drake called.

Jill walked into the sitting room and gave a gasp as she
saw the spread of food on the bar. “Holy, crap, Drake. Who do you think is
going to eat all this food?”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I ordered several
dishes. Let’s see. We’ve got a meatball sandwich with the house marinara on
bread that was baked this morning, ribs, some sort of Japanese teriyaki stir
fry, cheeseburgers, assorted fruits, Caesar salad and my favorite, a pizza with
all the fixin’s. Oh and for dessert, seven layer chocolate cake, mango sorbet,
and chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. I think they’re still warm.
And, last but not least, strawberry shortcake.”

“Drake, this is very sweet of you, but there was no need
to go to all this trouble just for me.”

“Listen, gorgeous, you’ve had a crappy night, I
practically burned down your apartment, you have no clothes to wear and
currently you’re homeless. I figured food was the least I could do.”

“Well,” Jill said, “when you put it like that maybe I do
deserve a little indulgence.” A smile broke across her face, and her eyes
twinkled with mischief.