“Say my name.”
“Anders,” the word falls from my lips, sounding more like a moan than a name.
How did I end up beneath him again? I came up to his suite to tell him I was done with this, and he overpowered me. I fell into that intense gaze of his, those amazing blue eyes, and then I fell into his bed.
My hands are around his broad naked shoulders, my nails clawing into his back as he pumps his thickness into me. We're both panting heavily, and I'm listening to the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall as he drives me up the heights of ecstasy.
“You feel so fucking good,” he purrs into my ear, slowing down to nibble my earlobe.
The heat between my legs throbs with neediness, yearning for the feel of his pubic bone crushing against my clit. I arch my hips slightly, pushing more of him into me, allowing myself to be wanton and naughty. My movements seem to please him. He smirks, whispering about how sexy I am.
He kisses down my body, pulling out of me, and I pout, feeling empty without him.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
He responds with a simple, “Soon.”
I decide to leave myself in his very capable hands, lying there and watching him work. He gropes both of my breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently before pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolling them. The sensation makes me squirm, wanting him inside of me ever more.
“Mmm you like that.” It's not a question. He dips his head down, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth to suck on it while he continues to tease the other with his fingers. I squirm slightly, wishing I had the power to connect our parts. What he's doing now is torturous.
“Please Anders,” I can hardly believe my own voice. “I need you now.” What has this man done to me? I feel like I can't live without him. Every second that we're not coupled is absolutely agonizing.
“You're so fucking hot.” He lets my nipple fall from his lips and kisses a path down my stomach. Then he grabs my thighs and spreads them wide, exposing me to him completely. I feel vulnerable, but I love every minute of it.
“Mmm.” I arch my hips as his face moves to meet my pussy, tangling my fingers in his hair and burying him in my wet folds.
“Fuck, it's so good,” he moans into me. His tongue takes the place of his cock, plunging into my depths. The feeling over it sends me on overdrive. I'm having a hard time lying still.
“Yeah, suck my pussy baby,” I say, though he needs no invitation.
He wraps his arms around my hips, pulling me into his face. For the briefest of seconds, I wonder how he can breathe, but then I stop caring. This is all about me. He's all for me.
I relax my head on the pillow and moan shamelessly as his tongue laps between my folds and then darts up to tease my clit. It doesn't take much for him to send me swirling into oblivion. He only gives me a moment to recover before he continues where he left off, driving me back up the hill again. Once wasn't enough. It's never enough.
“Oh God,” I cry out as he adds a finger to the mix. He alternates between fingering me and sucking my clit, and then tonguing my hole and massaging my clit with his finger. He's not satisfied until he makes me come both ways. As I lay there breathless, I wonder if a woman has ever had more orgasms in one night.
“Fuck me, Anders. Please. I need you inside of me,” I tell him when he finally peaks over my mound. His mouth is wet from my juices, and when he licks his lips, I feel my pleasure cells instantly refuel. I absolutely cannot get enough of him.
“Get on your knees. I want to take you from behind,” he tells me as he pushes himself into a kneeling position.
I quickly oblige, bracing myself for his re-entry. I need him inside of me as soon as possible. If he told me to stand on my head, I'd do it without arguing just to get what I want faster.
He puts a hand on the small of my back and the other around his shaft. I moan as I feel his fat tip pressing against my swollen lips. He does a few teasing swipes between them before he finally settles on my hole. I don't even wait for him to push it in. My hips press back almost reflexively, and my body swallows him.
“You're so eager,” he says as he starts to buck slowly.
“Faster. Harder,” I spur him on. The wall is taking a beating and so is my pussy. It feels amazing.
He wraps his hands around my hips and pounds into me until all I can hear is skin slapping together, the bed creaking in protest, the headboard slamming against the wall, and his heavy breathing.
“Fuck me, Anders,” I cry out, moaning and clawing my fingers into the sheets below.
“Oh God,” his voice is breathless.
He hammers into me until I explode into another earth-shattering orgasm. That was the one I really needed. The one from feeling him buried deep inside of me, stretching my cunt and claiming me his.
“I'm gonna come,” he warns me, and not a second too soon. The moment the words leave his mouth, he stills against me, emptying his load. I press my hips back, wanting to take it all in, wishing that he wasn't wearing a condom so that I could feel him filling me up. If he was my boyfriend, I would let him come inside me. If he was mine.
The fantasy fades, and I remember where I am and what I'm doing. I'm sick of my emotional distress, so I try to push the thought away. He's mine tonight. That's all that matters. His lips. His cock. His body. It all belongs to me. No one can take that from me. No one.
“Is Anders your real name?” I ask him as I watch him crawl off the bed, throw away the condom, and start getting dressed.
“What?”
I wonder why he feels the need to get dressed so quickly. You would think that spending ten grand would entitle me to some cuddling too.
“Anders. Is that your real name?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.
“I thought you guys all used stage names.” Realizing that he's about to kick me out, I start getting dressed.
“Stage names,” he laughs. “I'm not a stripper.”
“I know, but everything here is so confidential.”
“I don't think it hurts letting people know my real first name.”
“Anders is such an unusual first name though. Is it short for something?”
“Maybe.” I can hear the grin in his voice.
“So it is a stage name.”
“It's a nickname.”
“Same difference,” I insist, sitting on the side of the bed while I wait for him to finish getting dressed. I want to know more about him. And why not? I'm letting him stick his dick in me twice a week. I feel almost entitled to know more about him. “What did you do to get into The Billionaires Club?”
“I'm a billionaire,” he replies plainly.
“I know, but I mean what do you do for a living?”
“I work.”
It's obvious the conversation isn't going anywhere. Even more of a reminder that I'm just a client to him. Nothing else.
It doesn't matter anymore. He's already hooked me in. There's nothing I can do to resist him. Even if I say I don't want to see him again, he'll still come for me, still seduce me, and I'll still end up in his room with him between my legs. I might as well enjoy the ride for what it is.
“I'll miss you until Thursday,” he tells me as he walks me toward the door.
“I don't believe that one bit,” I confess, tired of trying to convince myself that he might actually care.
To my surprise, he grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around to face him. “Hey now, what's that about?”
“I'm just saying that I'm just a client to you. You don't have to pretend like you actually think about me beyond the bedroom.”
“I do think about you though,” he purrs, leaning into me. When he grabs my hand and places it on his crotch, I'm startled by what I feel there. “This is proof that I think about you, am still thinking about you despite what we just did.”
He's rock hard again.
***
“He's new.” Stephanie tips her sunglasses so that she can look over them and get a better view of the new maintenance man.
This one is blonde haired, blue eyed, and devastatingly gorgeous. Even I can't help getting a stirring for him. Among all the eye-candy that I've seen on the premises so far, he definitely rates in the top three on the attractiveness scale. Now that I've decided to relax and enjoy myself, maybe it wouldn't be so horrible if I took on an extra guy. Then again, the idea of Stephanie and I sharing him turns me off a bit.
“Let's get him over here,” I tell her, feeling my heart pump with a new sense of adventure.
“You don't have to tell me twice, doll.” She turns to look at me for the briefest of moments before calling to him, “Yoo-hoo. Tall, blonde, and hunky. Can you come here for a minute?”
My cheeks turn a blistering red at her boldness. How can she speak to another human being like that? It's like she's objectifying him. She is objectifying him. And judging by the smirk playing across his tanned face, he doesn't mind one bit.
My heart flutters in my chest as he walks over, squatting between our loungers so that he's eye level with both of us. “Good evening, ladies. What can I do for you?”
“I can think of a few things.” Stephanie has shed her glasses, and she's looking the new guy up and down like a piece of prime sirloin.
“Are you new here?” I ask timidly.
“Yeah. It's my first day. Is it that obvious?” He nervously scratches the back of his head, and my eyes zero in on his toned arms as they flex with every movement. My God is he handsome.
“There's a first time for everything, love,” Stephanie purrs at him, giving him her usual predatory look when she sees a man she wants to pounce. I would be laughing right now if I wasn't so damn nervous.
“What did you do before this?” I ask, completely ruining her game.
“Oh, I've always been a maintenance man. I just decided to work here because, well, it pays more. And perks.” He looks directly at me when he says the perks part, and my cheeks get about four shades darker. He wants to fuck me. I can feel it. And I kind of want to fuck him too.
“Well hello there. Fancy seeing you here.” Stephanie's attention shifts to someone standing behind me.
“Tessa.”
My body tenses at the sound of my name on his lips. I feel like I've been caught. Like I'm a bad girl about to cheat on my lover.
“Anders.” I twist around to face him, completely startled.
He's glaring at the blonde guy kneeling next to me. “Who are you?”
Blondie stands up and offers Anders his hand. “The name is Nelson. I just started here today.”
“Nelson,” the name rolls off his tongue in distaste. “Don't you have something you should be doing?”
Nelson looks like he's just been slapped. The fear in his eyes is classic of someone being reprimanded by their employer. I instantly regret asking Stephanie to call him over.
“Ladies,” Nelson quickly addresses us before walking away. Stephanie looks sad to see him go, but it's short lived. Now her attention is on Anders and I. She watches us shamelessly.
“I just came to check on you,” Anders tells me. “You didn't seem like you were feeling too well when you left last night, so I wanted to make sure you're alright.”
“That's kind of you,” I say reflexively, confused about whether or not he's being sincere.
He bends down then, touching his fingertip to my chin and drawing my face up. Our lips meet, and I'm completely blown away by the fact that he's kissing me out by the pool in front of so many other clients. There's no way to tell if some of them are his or not. I can feel eyes upon us. I don't even have to look up to know that people are staring.
His tongue whispers across my bottom lip, and I gasp slightly, which is all the opportunity he needs to seek entry. He steals my breath, making my head spin with the sheer hunger of his actions. This kiss is deep and hard, perhaps more so than any he's given me behind closed doors. When he finally pulls away, I feel lost without him, completely wrapped up in his seductive spell.
“You are mine while you're here. I don't want anyone else touching you.” It's a demand, not a request. He casts a distasteful glance towards Nelson to cement his meaning. “I'll see you on Thursday.”
Then he walks away, returning to the main building, and I'm left sitting there with my mouth open and his taste on my lips, feeling completely dumbstruck.
When I finally regain enough sense to turn and look at Stephanie, she seems equally shocked. I've never seen her surprised by anything. But the look on her face is definitely unexpected.
“Well, wasn't that a surprise,” she says finally.
“I don't know what just happened.” My head snaps forward, and all the other ladies around the pool are lowering their eyes, though a few whisper to one another.
“I've been coming here for five years, and I've never seen any of the billionaires come out to check on a client before, much less do . . . that. You must have really made an impression on him.”
His words play through my mind. You are mine while you're here. I don't want anyone else touching you. I don't know if he was being sincere, or if it was all just an act. All I do know is that I'm confused all over again.