Between the Two Billionaires

Two-The night I forgot my name

Elara’s POV

For a moment, he just froze, glancing down wide-eyed like he’d only now realized he was about to take me raw.

I flipped myself over, sitting on the edge of the bed and catching my breath. “Don’t worry,” I said, my voice low and reckless. “I’m clean. And I’m on birth control, so no kids springing from some random stranger.”

He kept staring at me with that unreadable expression, but his c**k twitched in excitement, thick and heavy. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“Okay,” I teased, heat curling in my belly, “you just keep staring while I put this in my mouth.”

I slid down to my knees. The tip was warm against my tongue, the taste heady. I circled it slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched. A soft groan left his lips—low, rough—and the sound alone made me wetter.

I pushed deeper, letting him fill my mouth until I nearly gagged. He was huge, stretching me, but I kept going, sucking him in and out, faster, harder. His groans grew louder, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me, holding me steady as he thrust into my mouth.

The harder he moved, the more I moaned, the vibrations making him groan again, deeper this time, his hips jerking.

After a while, he pulled me up, gentle, in complete contrast to the rough way he’d thrown me on the bed minutes ago. I was breathing raggedly, my vision blurred, my lips swollen.

His eyes burned with lust, but there was still that strange unreadable edge in them. He looked so devastatingly sexy that I leaned up again, desperate for his mouth. This time, he didn’t dodge me.

Our lips crashed together, hot and hungry. His tongue tangled with mine, stealing my breath, and his big hands slid down to cup my ass, kneading roughly. He kissed me until my knees nearly buckled, then pushed me back toward the king-sized bed.

I fell against the mattress, and he loomed over me like a predator. He stripped slowly—his suit jacket, his shirt, his trousers—until there was nothing left between us but his hunger.

My tiny black dress was still bunched at my waist, my lace panties damp. He bent and kissed my thighs, soft and slow, spreading me wide. My heels came off as his lips trailed higher, making me shiver with need.

The dress slid over my head, tossed aside. His gaze lingered only a heartbeat on my bare breasts before he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down.

He froze, staring at me completely naked, cursing under his breath. “f**k…” His voice was gravel and heat.

Then his fingers pressed against my core, groaning when they came away slick. “So wet.”

The words alone made me moan. His thumb brushed my clit, but before I could gasp again, his head was between my thighs.

I screamed as his tongue found me, swirling, teasing, relentless. His thick finger pushed inside me, curling in the perfect spot, and I nearly saw stars. My hands clawed at the sheets, at his hair, anything I could hold.

“f**k…” My voice broke on the word.

A second finger slid inside, stretching me further. His groan vibrated against my clit, and I shattered, screaming his name I didn’t even know. My legs locked around his neck, but he forced them open, licking, pumping, pushing me higher.

When I came, I saw nothing but light.

By the time I opened my eyes, he was hovering above me, a small smirk tugging at his lips, his c**k poised and ready.

“Wait,” I gasped, gripping his arms. “I want to sit on you.”

He let me push him back, rolling him over until I straddled him. He watched me like he’d never seen a woman before—though everything about him screamed experience.

I sank down on his length slowly, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. He moaned low in his throat, smacking my ass once.

“Good girl.”

The words undid me. I clenched tight around him, and he groaned, eyes shut. When he opened them again, they were darker.

“Bounce on it.”

I obeyed, moving up and down, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. Each thrust stole my breath, each bounce dragging moans out of us both.

Pressure coiled inside me again. I fell against his chest, grinding down as he took my n****e into his mouth, sucking like he owned me.

That was it. The coil snapped.

“Aahh—I’m gonna c*m again…” I moaned into his ear.

His voice was velvet, commanding. “c*m, girl.”

My body obeyed. I screamed as release tore through me, clenching around him until he groaned loudly.

I collapsed against him, trembling, but he wasn’t done. With a low chuckle, he flipped me face-down on the bed, pulling my hips up, arching me.

Then he slammed into me.

I screamed, clawing the sheets, the sound raw as he pounded into me from behind. The bed shook, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise.

“f**k—” I sobbed, my body breaking under the waves of pleasure.

Another o****m crashed over me, violent, tearing me apart. My walls squeezed him mercilessly, and his groan echoed in my ears.

He thrust through my c****x, hips snapping, until he finally spilled inside me with a deep, guttural groan.

We collapsed together, tangled, sweaty, panting.

“Wow,” I whispered before I could stop myself.

I wanted to thank him for the best s*x I’d had in… ever, but I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to sound like some clingy creep.

At some point, I drifted into the best sleep I’d had in months, wrapped in the warmth of his arms.

But when I woke up in the morning, the bed beside me was empty.

Typical.

My dress had been dry-cleaned and folded neatly on the bed. Next to it lay a new outfit—a sleek blue jumpsuit, expensive, stylish, exactly my type.

I caught myself grinning. Then I reminded myself it was over. Last night was last night.

It was time to face the real world again.

And the thought alone made my lips sag in disappointment.