Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Sage’s [POV]

I slipped my fingers farther down his shaft. Loosely, his fingers encircled the base, holding his erection up for my perusal. I wetted my lips as I wrapped my fingers around his width. Tried to anyway. They didn’t quite meet. Taking cues from his breathing, I shifted my hand, tentatively moving it up and down.

Testing him and myself.

I’d done this before, but no other man was quite like Oliver. Not only was he holy flipping hung, but his stare was also a physical thing. I could feel him watching me rather than watching the movement of my hand. Maybe he was making sure I wasn’t about to freak out and run screaming from the room.

Panicked little virgin.

Not anymore.

That confidence balloon inside me was still growing. The bubbling water was like a cushion, hiding some of the choppiness of my breathing. I was nervous, but not scared. He was waiting for me, leaving the ball-balls, as it were-entirely in my court.

I wanted to play.

Lowering my head, I licked the tip. Quickly. There was no lingering, not yet. But I was curious how he would taste, and that little burst of salt on my tongue spurred me on. As did his rumbling groan, trapped in his throat. God, what would it be like to hear him come?

To make him come?

“Again,” he whispered, but he didn’t have to. My mouth was already watering for another longer taste.

Still clasping him in one hand, I used the other to hold back my sloppy ponytail as I went down once more. This time, I circled my tongue around the domed head, lapping up the wetness there, returning to do so again when another pearly dropped immediately formed. I did it again and again, just focusing strictly on the tip, letting the power of this moment surge inside me until I had no choice but to try for more. To open my mouth wider and move my head down so that he rested on my tongue, and then to take more and more. Water teased the tight tips of my breasts as I took him deeper. He was swelling even further, the weight and pressure of him causing me to try to take too much, too fast.

I wanted everything.

“Easy.” His voice was a rumble, barely audible over the bubbles.

I inhaled through my nose, tears sparking briefly in my eyes as I stopped him just before my gag reflex engaged. The sound of the bubbling water and white noise buzzed in my ears, nearly blocking out everything.

His hand was on my hair now, stroking gently just as he’d done on the plane. The feeling instantly calmed me and allowed me to take more.

It was as if doing this one thing was now my purpose. Pushing his control and stretching mine. Giving him pleasure. Giving it to myself.

He undid my ponytail and my hair fell forward, sticking to my neck and chest, partially hiding my face. He gathered it up in his hand, drawing it back so carefully. Collecting each strand, pulling it back so nothing could impede his vision. He was watching every slide of my mouth, every flick of my tongue. Every alteration of my position so I didn’t take a mouthful of bubbles instead of him.

When I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, he groaned, and I tilted my head, squinting to watch the flex and bob of his Adam’s apple through the hazy sheen of tears. I’d pushed myself a little too hard but the slight burn in my throat was a badge of honor. I’d made him feel good, so good that his shoulders were strained, and his chest was heaving, his previously tender strokes on my hair becoming almost painful.

I craved that too.

He hauled himself back, and I watched the visible battle take place on his face. He was trying so hard not to rush me, not to hurt me.

But I wanted that part of the experience too. I wanted him mindless over me.

I drew back just far enough to whisper against the shiny tip. “More.”

Our gazes connected and I knew he understood. The jets rose and frothed around my belly and teased my breasts as I eased myself closer using our height difference to my advantage. I pushed him back against the edge of the tub and gripped the side for balance.

The heat and thrill of controlling him-even a little bit-left me lightheaded. I slid my mouth down his shaft, taking as much as I could. He didn’t deny me that bite of pain. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but my body certainly did. My clit fluttered and I pressed my thighs together to try to get some relief. He must’ve noticed, because he reached for me with his free hand, his expression questioning even as his lips parted to drag in the air.

Subtly, I shifted away. This wasn’t about me. Not now. I’d take my enjoyment from seeing this through.

Every time it got to be too much, I eased back, caught my breath, and used my hand. Slow, fast, sometimes just grasping him before I swallowed him down again, as far as I could before the water and my limits impeded me. But when I finally got up enough nerve to let my wandering fingers sneak beneath his shaft to the sensitive sac beneath, he dragged my head up, his eyes wild.

“I’m going to come.”

My heart was crashing into my ears, throbbing between my legs. I didn’t hesitate. My whole body was attuned to him, flushed and prickling with need. “Please,” I murmured, telling him with my eyes what I craved.

I needed to know.

“Sage,” he gritted, and my name at that moment was a benediction. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I can’t…I can’t.”

“Don’t hold back.” I let go of the tub and trailed my nails up the inside of his thigh, so close to his groin that his big body jerked. “I want it.”

And I did. That woodsy, manly scent of his was driving me crazy, combined with the much more intimate smell of sex. I liked his flavors and his textures. Him.

Proving it, I dipped my tongue into that tiny slit at the head of his length, and he growled, fisting his hand in my hair, holding me right where I was. Pinned by his power and his dark, demanding eyes.

His other hand worked his shaft in tandem with mine, the pressure of his grip showing me what he preferred. Making me speed up until it was a race that could work him harder.

“Open,” he commanded.

My lips barely parted in time. The first spurt hit my tongue, heady and potent. I didn’t have time to swallow before there was more, spilling into my mouth, slipping out the sides. I sucked and sucked, letting out a humming moan while he shuddered and pumped into me, not checking his strength.

I felt used in the very best way.

When I would’ve slumped onto my side right there in the hot tub, he dropped down and dragged me on top of him, fusing his mouth to mine. There was no sweetness to his kiss. It was pure savagery, chased by the flavor of him. He groaned at that too, his hand turning gentle in my hair again. His strokes down the long length turned rhythmic, lulling me into a secure space. My heartbeat slowed even as we kissed as if I’d ridden to the very top of a roller coaster and now was the long, endless drop.

But at the bottom was Oliver to catch me.

“I want to take you to bed. We did this all wrong.”

Though I was sure he wasn’t criticizing, the word hit me in the chest just the same.

As if he could read me already, he cursed under his breath and cupped my cheek, his thumb feathering over my swollen lips. “No. This wasn’t wrong. This was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had.”

I frowned, sure I’d misheard him. “Beginner’s luck?” I managed, surprised that my voice was barely a rasp.

Giving a blowjob was way more physically demanding than it looked. I rubbed my achy jaw. I wondered if there was a workout program.

His lips curved. “You’re a natural seductress, just as I knew you’d be. But I should have kissed you first.” His gaze dropped to my breasts and singed me like a brand. “Everywhere.”

I couldn’t help gripping his thighs tighter with my own. His hand moved down to my hip, his blunt-tipped fingers sneaking under the clingy cotton of my shorts. The intention in his gaze left no mystery.

If I gave the slightest hint I was interested, he would go down on me. Fuck me and fill me until I was utterly ruined for any other man.

He didn’t need to say those words for me to hear them as clearly as if he’d spoken aloud.

Even after what we’d shared, I wasn’t ready. Not quite yet. I wanted to bask in this feeling for a little while longer. To savor this heady sense of power before he used his to flay me open and lay me bare.

At his mercy.

“I’d like that.” As his hand climbed higher, I cupped it and held it still. “Later.” I took a bolstering breath. “First, I’d like some dinner before we go see Celine Dion. Don’t worry, I have two tickets.”

His brow furrowed. “Why would I worry? Who would ever want to see her voluntarily?”

Ta-da. Just like that, he was back to being a dick. His hadn’t even stopped throbbing against my belly yet.

“I do.” I clambered off him, and yes, I might have delighted in deliberately standing over him so he could get an eyeful of my breasts. I was still tempted to cover them, but his expression was so hungry, it was impossible to worry over much about jiggling. I climbed out and picked up my cami before passing him his boxers. “If you’d like to join me, you’re welcome to. But if you’re coming along, don’t dally. If not,” I walked to the door and waved over my shoulder, “see you when I see you.”

He swore as I pulled the door shut behind me.