Page 57 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, smoothing his hand up and down my chest. I stand there, wordless, as he strokes across my sensitive nipples and ticklish belly.
“And one more thing if you don’t mind,” he says, his eyes heavy-lidded as he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Anything,” I say breathlessly.
“Take off your pants.”
My cock jerks at the softly spoken command. I undo my slacks with shaking hands, letting them fall to the floor. He pulls back slightly as if to admire the view.
“Wearing your own underwear, I see. What a good little businessman,” he says, tugging at the logoed waistband. I’m already flushed, then blush even harder when he whispers softly, “May I kiss you?”
I nod, needing it more than I realize. I blink, and he’s closed the space between us, startling me. Grinning at my response, he brushes his lips against my lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
Inhaling sharply, I revel in his intense focus. With a small growl, he wraps his arms around me, and I go weak at the sensation of his skin on mine. He deepens the kiss, and I open to him, letting him slip his tongue inside.
His hardness digs into my hip.
“Wait.”I’m breathless as I push away from our embrace.
He pulls back. Wiping his lips with the side of his hand. “Was that too much?”
I shake my head. “You have to know this is a big risk I’m taking.”
“I suppose it makes for good Page Six fodder if the guy destroying your businesses is the one found in your bed.”
I gulp and nod.
“Then it’s a good thing we’re in my room,” he says, pushing my briefs down my hips until they fall to the floor. Carefully, I step out of them.
He steps out of his boxers and pulls me in for another kiss. His skin against mine makes me dizzy, and the tight fit of our cocks rubbing together is heaven. I luxuriate in his hold on me until we finally make it to the bed.
Sitting back against his pillows, I watch as he digs into a small kit by his bed, coming away with a pretty bottle of lube. After adding a little to the palm of his hand, he straddles me, lining us up.
He strokes himself, then gathers my cock in his large, rough-hewn palm. His heat and confident grip surge through me as he rubs us together. He leans in for another kiss, and the pleasure from this simple act rips through my body. Within seconds, I’m right there.
“Gonna come,” I practically croak, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He grins, kissing me before roughly whispering in my ear, “Come for me, Rand.”
His simple command destroys the last of my control, and I arch up, thrashing as his hold stays steady, true. Stroking me through my orgasm.
Just as I’m spent, he begins to stiffen, my dick still trapped as his grip gets rougher, snapping his hips as his hand lights up my oversensitive cock. His intense eyes never leave mine, and I witness the exact moment he goes over.
Hot cum splatters across my chest then dribbles down my cock. Silently, he runs curious fingers through our combined spend. Mixing it, spreading it up and down my torso, pausing here and there to lick his fingertips.
Like a fever breaking, the dark mood from earlier evaporates.
My eyes track his movement as he scoops up a bit of the cooling liquid with his fingers.
“Open your mouth for me,” he says softly, the command undeniable. I do as he says, my eyes never leaving his. Gently, he pushes the cum onto my tongue. I moan and suck at his fingers, licking between them, wanting every last drop.
“Greedy.”
I nod and open my mouth again. He runs his fingers across my belly, gathering a bigger scoop, this time shoving three fingers in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, coating my tongue with it, the taste sharper, muskier on that part of the tongue.
I suck his fingers, swirling my tongue over them. He pushes back farther, teasing my gag reflex. He doesn’t go hard, but the soft tickle still causes my muscles to tense, and I let out an embarrassing moan. He grins and pushes farther, biting his lip when I choke and gag.
More cum, and this time he holds the back of my head in place while he pushes his fingers back, gagging me a little harder. Pulling out, his fingers drift over my stretched-out lips. “I just wanted to imagine what you might look like with my cock shoved down your throat.”
