BILLIONAIRE (Part 5) (7 page)

“Alexander,” Monique summoned, her voice low and sultry.  “Come here.  Let us kiss you and suck you to get you nice and wet.”

“
No
,” whined Lila.  “He’s mine.”

“Oh, she’s so greedy, Alexander.  She wants you all to herself.”  Monique was walking towards me.  “I’m just going to bring him to you, Lila, that’s all.”

“Anyway, he’s already wet,” laughed Mia.  “Look at him.  He’s beginning to spill.”

It was fucking true.  I wasn’t coming but I was riding some sort of pre-cum eruption.  I was literally dripping with lust.

“That’s because Lila is so beautiful,” said Monique.  “Her body is heavenly.  Look at that pussy.  So
ready
for him.  Come on, Alexander.  Give her some of that.”

Monique reached down and slid her fingers around my insanely-engorged cock. 
Oh fucking damn it all to hell.
  I could barely hold on.  “Stand,” she ordered.  She tugged gently, leading me, like this, to the bed.  Each step brought me closer and closer to orgasm, from the bossy squeeze of Monique’s fist to the close-up sight of Mia’s girlish hands touching and teasing Lila’s glossy, slippery body.

“Oh,
Alexander
,” purred Mia.  “You are such a masculine
beast
.  All those big muscles.  And that
cock
, my God.  Lila, you lucky girl.”

“Here he comes, Lila,” cooed Monique, guiding the head of my cock between Lila’s open, wriggling thighs to the dewy, rose-colored center of my universe.  I willed myself to keep control but my shaft was on fire, brimming with excruciating anticipation.  “Hold still for him, Lila.  Here he is. He’s not going to last long, and neither are you. Feel him touch you.”

I groaned when I touched Lila’s hot, slick entrance.  The contact ignited a sweet ache that leached up my cock as Monique squeezed her fist around me, allowing her grip to retreat as she channeled me into the slick embrace of Lila’s pussy.  Even as wet as Lila was I had to force my way into that luscious beauty, thrusting in, and in.  Fuck, she was tight.
Fuck
, she was gorgeous.  I was diving and driving deeper and deeper into all-out fucking heaven.  And I was in. 
Fuck
was I in.  In and in.

“Oh, Lila,” Mia whispered, repeating, “You lucky, lucky girl.  He’s all the way inside now, so thick and so deep.  Oh, and here he’s pulling back a little, and pushing even deeper.  You should see how slippery you’ve made him.  God, he’s so big and so
lusty
.”  Damn, these girls were good at this.  I was about to come but Mia’s soothing litany slowed me down.  I wanted to listen.  I wanted Lila to listen.   “
Look at him
, taking you so good, sliding his glorious cock into you.  He’s beautifully made, and so
aggressive
.  So manly.  He wants you
so much
.  He looks at you like you’re a wanton little angel that breaks his heart.”

I was coherent enough to comprehend that the girls were following my lead, working my rhythm with their hands and their fingers, urging and nudging.  Mia’s hands were playing with Lila’s clit and subtly rubbing against my cock as I slid in and out.  Monique’s fingers were cupping me and pressing and stroking in all kinds of crazy places.

I was holding Lila’s hips and she was arching up against me, lifting her hips from the bed, wanting more, and more.  “Oh,
God
, I’m going to come,” she gasped.

Mia encouraged her. “Come on, Lila.  Come.  Let your whole body come.”

“
It’s so much
,” Lila cried in a low, husked moan.  “
It’s too much
.
Oh, God, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I could feel it, the tightening, the undulating joy that palpitated in firm, grasping squeezes.

“Alexander’s coming, too,” Monique purred, squeezing tighter.

Yes I was.  My own upheaval burst out of me in time with the ecstatic tugs of Lila’s pussy.  I could tell she was coming hard because the spasms made her whole body lurch in transcendental little flutters.  My own release was as close to enlightenment as I’d ever come.  I existed, for what might have been a full minute, in a blind haze in which the only sensation was the otherworldly pleasure spooling out of my euphoric, gushing manhood.

Lila was calming now, the ripples slowing.  I leaned over her, feeling protective, holding her hair in fistfuls, kissing the skin of her neck.

“
Mon dieu
,” commented Mia.  Or Monique.  I couldn’t remember.  The one who was still holding my balls.  Monique, I think.  “What magnificent fireworks between our lovely lovers.”  Her hands fondled me, naughty yet patient.  Her other hand smoothed over Lila’s breasts, caressing gently.  She was playing us both, readying us for more.  At the thought, I felt a faint stirring in my cock, which was still wedged deep inside Lila.

Damn. 
Unprecedented revival.  I’d transformed into some sort of superhuman stud under the influence of the delightful Lila Carmichael and her attendants.

“Are you ready for more, Lila?” Mia said softly. 

Lila began to stir.  She moaned a soft purr.

Mia had moved away, riffling through the shopping bag they’d brought.  “Oh, yes.  There’s more.  Two’s better than one,” she giggled.  “And the second one is always better than the first.  You’re in
France
, now,
cheri
.  We never stop at one.”

“I’m going to pull Alexander out of you now, Lila,” Monique said.  “Then we’ll rearrange.  You’re in for a treat.  Just sit back and relax.  We’ll do everything.  Well, not
everything
.  Alexander will do his part, of course.”

Monique, the little minx, did exactly as she had generously informed us, sliding my semi-hard cock out of Lila’s body.  I had no idea how I could possibly have been semi-hard after the supernova climax I’d just experienced, but there it was.  Monique’s hand caressed my slippery length.

Lila seemed almost drugged from her pleasure.  Her lashes lifted and she saw Monique’s hand on me. “Give him to me,” she ordered.

Monique tittered an apology and reluctantly disengaged.  “He’s just so hard to resist,
cheri
.”

God
.  Lila’s breasts jiggled gently with her movement.  Her legs were apart and I could see my own cum trickling from her pink pussy.  My half-cocked erection gained surging momentum as she slid her fingers around me possessively.  The jolt of happiness I felt as she took hold of me was ludicrous. 
Yes,
I thought
.  I’m where I belong.  She feels so damn good.  She’s so fucking beautiful
.  I leaned over her and kissed her soft lips.

“Oo, he wants more.  Much more,” Mia purred.  She sat next to us on the bed.  In her hands she was holding a smooth, realistically-shaped vibrator.  “Can I touch you with this, Lila?  Let me show you how it works.”  She flicked a small switch and the vibrator began to hum.  When she flicked a second switch, pearl-colored beads under the surface of the vibrator began to move and swirl.  “It’s specially-designed for maximum pleasure.  Can I show you?  Let me show you.  I’ll just touch you
here
,” Mia soothed, barely touching a finger to Lila’s clit, “very, very gently.”

Lila exhaled a soft moan.

“Alexander, you lie on the bed,” Monique said. “On your back.  Let Lila lie on top of you.  With her back against your chest.  Like this.”  The girls guided us.  Their hands were unbelievably intimate.  I lay back on the bed and they helped Lila lie on top of me, but not before taking my cock and sliding it between the cheeks of Lila’s ass so I was wedged snugly against her.  The girls guided the oiled head of my cock into the tight, delicate cove between Lila’s cheeks, stroking and prodding her, with
me
. 
Fuck,
it felt good.  “Do you want him
here
, Lila?  Have you ever had him
this
way?”

Lila was panting.  She was either scared or fraught with nervous excitement.  I held her head against my jaw and smoothed her hair.  I wasn’t going to force this.  In fact I wasn’t sure if I should continue.  It was Lila’s decision, although if we took things too much further, I doubted I’d be able to control another torrential gush, wherever my cock happened to be placed.  All these hands.  All this slippery skin and deep heat and lust-soaked femininity were beyond a turn-on. I felt like some sort of superpowered satyr who’d stumbled across a party of bathing, needy beauties all intent on provoking severe, prolonged multiple orgasms from me.  And succeeding.  They were gliding their hands with fluid intent, pulling and teasing and wanting me deeper.

Lila
liked
the feel of my semi-hard-on against her.  She wriggled her ass against me.  Taking more.  The head of my cock barely penetrated into the slick snugness.  “
Alexander
,” she moaned.  “
More.”

Holy fucking hell.

“Oh, you want him
so much
, Lila,” purred Monique.  She took the bottle of oil and poured a small pool into her palm.  “Let me touch him,
cheri
.  I’m going to help ease him into you.  He’s getting very big again.  Mia will pleasure you with the new toy.  It will feel very, very good.”

The girls both had their hands on us.  They were guiding me into her, positioning my well-oiled cock into the ridiculously tight embrace of her ass.  As soon I began to enter her like this, my cock became instantly harder than it might ever have been in my goddamn fucking life and the squeezing tightness was very nearly fucking painful.  I wasn’t even halfway in and I wasn’t sure she could take any more.  I moved to ease the constriction, subtle in-out movements that were fluid and tight and unbelievable.  We both groaned.

Mia touched the vibrator to Lila’s pussy, working the lips of Lila’s sex gently as she bent down to
kiss
Lila’s clit.  As all this was happening, Monique began sucking on Lila’s nipples.

“
Oh my God
,” moaned Lila, and from the way she said it, I could tell she wasn’t protesting.  She writhed against me in a gyrating arch, taking me deeper.  Rotating and insistent.  Deeper. Deeper. Until I was all the way inside her.

“Good girl,” whispered Monique.  “Now lie back and feel how full you are.  How good it feels.”

“Your pussy is so pretty, Lila,” cooed Mia.  “I’m going to push the vibrator deeper into you now.  Against a
very
sensitive place inside you.  Doesn’t it feel amazing, the way it hums and coils and moves?  Feel it sliding into you as I suck you very, very gently.  Just like this.”

Holy fucking shit
, I could
feel
it, that soft vibrating buzz
inside
Lila.  Her ecstatic moans were non-stop.  Here we were, all over her and in her, worshippers at the altar of the sublime, transcendent beauty that was Lila.  We were feeding on her pleasure.  Her plush youth, slim yet plump in all the right places.  Her moans and her movements, wriggling and whimpering in mewling gasps.  “
Alexander.  Alexander. Alexander
.”  Fucking gorgeous girl.  Chanting my name.  I was holding her and kissing her and fucking her.  Loving her and owning her.  Riding the buzzing wave.  I moved with her.  With them.  We were all working a rolling, insinuating rhythm that was moving in one forward motion.  Higher and harder.  Fully, totally miraculous.  Nirvana was beginning to uncoil.  My cock was beginning to explode with convulsive, spastic mania.

“Are you coming, Alexander?” Lila breathed.  “
I’m going to come
so hard
.  
Right now.  I’m going to die, it’s so much, so good, too much.  Oh.  Oh God.  Come with me, Alexander.  Come with me.  I need you to.  Oh, please.  Oh, please, oh, please.”

Somewhere in the middle of her breathy monologue, the intensity of my rooted pleasure began to overflow.  I was already there.  She was squirming with blind rapture and I stayed with her, using every twist and every wriggle to get closer and deeper into that agonizing ecstasy. “I’m here, darlin’,” I groaned.  “Right here.  Right now.  Oh fucking yeah.”  The throbbing and the squeezing and the writhing were pulling my orgasm out of me in pulsing rushes the likes of which I had never known.  This was a different kind of pleasure.  Sharp and ragged.  Pain-flicked and dire.  Excruciating.

We spun out for what could have been a couple of minutes.  It felt, in a way, endless.  Like time had taken on a new elasticity that disconnected reality to this place and this scene.  I was vaguely aware that the others had disengaged.  We were alone in our embrace now.  I felt dazed and depleted, and Lila wasn’t moving either.  We were locked, bound and somehow changed.  This change was remote and unreadable, like it meant something but I had no clue as to what.  Carefully, I pulled myself from her body and held her close, hugging her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her.

I heard giggling and looked up to see the French girls kissing each other.  I’d almost forgotten they were here.  Somewhere outside the scope of what mattered, it occurred to me that
they
hadn’t gotten off.  I didn’t care about this.  I suddenly wanted them gone.

“Girls,” I said.  “It’s been fun.  It’s time for you to go.”

They looked up at me, all wide eyes and short haircuts and small, hard nipples.  “Alexander,” said one of them.  “We can do more if you want.”

“Go,” I said, managing to temper my abruptness with a forced, stern smile.  “Maybe another time.”

“I’ll leave my card,” said the other.  “Call us if you want more.  Anything you want.”

“Thanks.”

I waited for them to dress and leave, then I picked Lila up and carried her to the shower.  She was silent, her green eyes bright.  I was horrified to see them filling with fat tears that pooled and spilled, inking shiny trails down her pale, perfect face.

“No,” I murmured, placing her on the cedar shower bench and sitting next to her.  We were surrounded by humid clouds of mist in the large glass shower room.  She seemed so small next to me, so impossibly young.  I took her face in my hands and wiped her tears away.  “Don’t cry, sweet girl.  I’m sorry.  I said I wouldn’t hurt you and I have.  Again and again.”