Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

I’m never leaving this spot. Bury me in this sauna with Preston’s head between my thighs because nothing—and I mean absolutely nothing—has ever felt as good as what he’s doing right now.

He kisses me down there like a man starved. His tongue doesn’t stop as he licks me up and down. Every lap of his tongue is only heightened by my hands being tied above me. I can’t do anything but give my body to him completely.

I want to run my hands through his hair and grip to have something to hold on to, but I can’t. Too many sensations are happening at once, and I don’t want to admit to him that making me come twice won’t be as hard as I thought it’d be—not with him.

Preston’s fingertips dig into my thighs so hard I think he might leave bruises. I love the idea of being able to look at my skin days from now and remember this moment. I want to etch the sight of him on his knees in front of me into my mind forever; his hands holding on to my thighs so hard and desperate it’s like he can’t breathe unless his tongue is working against my clit. He slides a finger inside me, his tongue not pausing at all.

“Preston,” I moan his name out loud and can’t even begin to care if someone might hear it. It doesn’t matter to me, not in the moment. All that matters is how I convince him to never stop unless it’s to actually fuck me the way I’m aching for him to do.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Yes, Emma?” His breath is hot between my thighs, and I don’t know why that turns me on so much more, but it does.

“I’m going to come,” I admit, missing the feel of his tongue against me. I lift my hips, trying to find some sort of reprieve after the absence of his mouth sealed to my core.

“What happened to you only being able to come once?” There’s a taunting tone to his voice that only turns me on more. It’s hot as hell how he doesn’t let me get away with anything.

I look at him, finding his eyes already on me. I pull at the rope around my wrists, wanting nothing more than to grab his face and guide it right back to my clit.

He laughs, his eyes briefly looking at where my hands are tied above my head before meeting mine once again. “I’ll free your hands once you’ve come against my tongue like the good girl you are and not a second sooner. You got that?”

I nod, letting my arm muscles relax. That’s exactly what I want, and I’m not too proud to admit it. I close my eyes, waiting for him to return to what he was doing instead of dragging out my building orgasm.

He doesn’t. When I open my eyes again, I find him staring at me with lust-filled eyes.

One side of his mouth picks up in a cocky smirk. “I’m waiting.” He pushes his fingers in and out of me slowly, doing it just fast enough to feel good but not enough to send me over the edge.

My back arches in anticipation of him sealing his mouth to me once again. He takes the opportunity to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I moan, not knowing if it’s in pleasure or displeasure that his mouth isn’t working me.

“Waiting for what?” I ask, my desperation for him obvious in my tone.

“For you to admit you’ll come multiple times.” He bites down on my nipple slightly, making me yelp with pleasure. Holy shit. That felt so much better than I ever thought it would. My entire body tingles from both the pain and pleasure from it.

“I will,” I hurriedly say, ready to stop talking about coming and actually doing it. “I will because it’s with you.”

A low growl comes from deep in his throat, and fuck, it’s hot. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is right where I want him, but this time, it’s even better. He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue circles my clit, and it almost feels like he’s rewarding me for my comment. It’s the best feeling in the world, and it doesn’t take long for tingles to run down my spine with a budding orgasm.

As if he can feel me getting close—or maybe he really can—he reaches up and pinches one of my nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. That, mixed with his tongue and his fingers from his other hand pushing in and out of me, has my toes curling as the orgasm takes hold of me. I don’t know what comes out of my mouth as I ride the waves of pleasure. It’s all a blur, but I know I chant his name over and over again with some other things I doubt are even understandable.

Even as my body writhes with pleasure, Preston doesn’t stop. I swear his persistence in licking me up and down even as I ride out the orgasm makes it last even longer. By the time my body goes lax, I have no idea how something can ever be more intense again. He put every time I’ve ever touched myself—or even used a toy—to shame.

“Oh my god,” I mutter, my voice breathless from how intense the orgasm was.

Preston stands up, bringing his face in front of mine. “Yeah? Did you see him while you screamed my name?”

“No. All I saw was you.” I smile, my gaze focusing on his lips. They’re wet—with me—and it’s fucking hot. I like seeing my arousal all over his face. I don’t stare at his lips for too long—not when his dick is finally this close to me.

“I think it’s you that knows all the right things to say, rebel.” He runs his thumb along my cheek. It seems so intimate after the way he just ate me out, but I soak it in.

I love the contrast. How he can be so filthy in one moment and tender the next.

My heart races at the way he looks at me. It begins to want things it shouldn’t want, and I tell myself it’s the aftermath of the orgasm messing with my head. I know deep down it isn’t, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, I’m desperate to finally return the favor for him.

I pull on my bound hands, itching to touch him and feel his skin. I want to study his reactions to find out what drives him wild. But I can’t do any of that until he unties my hands.

“My turn,” I say, licking my lips as I look at his dick. It’s far bigger than I imagined. I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit it in my mouth—or anywhere else—but I’m determined to try.

“You want to suck my cock, Emma?” His voice is hoarse as his fingers move my wet hair from my face. My entire body is coated in moisture from the sauna, and so is his. It sticks to his muscles, making them gleam and taunt me while I still don’t have my hands free to touch them.

I nod, smiling at him. “Yes.”

He reaches up and begins to untie the knot around my wrists. “Then who am I to stop you?”