The billionaire' Chapter 13: Lucas: I could smell her all day

Chapter 13: Lucas: I could sll her all day

I MUST be hallucinating. That’s the only way to explain Iris arching her back and wrestling with her lingerie and bra on my bed—whilst I watch!

In re seconds she removes the hindering soft fabric, throwing it sowhere on the floor before lying comfortably on my bed. I pause, taking in the Oscar-winning body lying on my white sheets, watering my mouth before I even touch her.

She’s beautiful. Every inch of her.

"Shit, I’m in trouble," I grunt biting my bottom lip as my hands find their way to her legs, "You look so good on my sheets."

Trailing down her legs, my hands find the spot between her thighs they had been itching to touch. It’s a slick waterfall down there, and I can tell she has been waiting for

by the way she imdiately squirms.

"Lucas..."

"I know," I reply, circling her swelled clit. It’s pretty, enough to make

want to praise it with my tongue. "’I’ll get you ready for

before I begin," I mumble, getting on my knees and taking her legs with .

Digging her elbows in my bed, Iris raises her head and looks between her legs. "What do you an?"

The sincerity in her voice doesn’t escape my notice, and when I duck my head to take one long, slow, and wet lick up her clit, the surprise on her face is enough to tell

she has never been eaten like this before.

I raise my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "This is what I ant, baby."

"Was I supposed to be the one thanking y-"

I don’t let her finish before I’m back between her legs, my tongue tracing up and down, devouring her insides. Iris tips back her head, rolling her eyes from pleasure as her hand finds its way to my head before grabbing a fistful.

Slipping one finger inside her, she rocks herself on my face, seeking more pleasure as the sloppy sounds of my mouth devouring her fill the entire room.

"Lucas," her voice cos out a plea and I pull away.

"Am I hurting you"

"Stop teasing

and put in another finger," she grumbles in agonized speed, tugging my hair.

A small laugh escapes my mouth, "As you wish baby." I slip in a second finger, and a loud glorious moan escapes her mouth.

"How is that?"

"Shut up and continue," she groans and I obey, pumping in and out slowly whilst kissing the inside of her thighs.

Her hands leave my hair and are on the bed the next second, grabbing the sheets and pulling the fuck out of them. I groan on her thigh, the sound of my heartbeat overlapping the small squelches filling the room as I continue pumping in and out. Curling my fingers inside her, I feel her getting tight around my fingers.

"Yes."

"Right there?"

"Do that again, please." The words are barely out of her before I repeat the stance, placing my mouth on her clit and sucking. She twitches, her movents on my mouth quickening with each lick and pump I take. She’s close, I can feel it.

Wrapping my free arm around her thigh, I pull her to

then I press the rest of my palm right below her belly button. She tightens again and arches her back, arms flying to her sides as she grips the bed, grinding her hips on my mouth rampantly.

"I’m about to co—" She doesn’t finish before she cos undone, but I don’t stop. I keep pumping the sa spot in a majestic rhythm, her voice filling the room as she sings my na in undeniable pleasure, her breath uneven.

My arms hold her in place as she squirms around my bed haphazardly and fuck—knowing I made her do that is such a flippin’ turn-on.

Soon, though, it all cos to a halt and Iris stills on the bed, her soul slowly returning to her body.

I kiss her thighs again, watching her huff in delight with flushed cheeks and glinting eyes that are looking at mine, mischievous and demanding for more.

I don’t need her to tell

what it is before I crawl toward my bed stand, and open it to take out the condoms Phineas bought

a few days ago after finding out that I kissed Iris.

"You never know when you might need them,’’ he said.

Never in my adult life did I think I’d be silently thanking his sexual intuition whilst hovering over Iris’ naked body with a throbbing hard-on waiting to plunge into her.

"Looks like soone does this a little too often," cos Iris’ judgntal voice taking a peek under

from her tipped head.

"Oh no, Phineas left these a few days ago," I reply returning between her legs. "I promise, I’ve never had sex since college."

"Pfft, why are you so flustered? I was just joking," Iris laughs wrapping her legs around my waist before adding: "Your sex life is none of my business."

My heart throbs for a millisecond, and a prickling sensation I don’t like crawls up my neck when she says that. It’s the truth, and I like nothing but the truth—so why—shit she’s removing my belt.

Iris unwraps her legs around

after pulling my belt off, before placing one foot on my chest and pushing

off the bed lightly till I’m balancing myself on the edge. In the end, I leave the bed and stand whilst she gawks at .

"It’s my turn to watch you undress," she says a huge grin on her face, placing her head on her palm.

She doesn’t need to tell

twice. I unzip my pants, downing them along with my boxers as my dick cos out free like a freaking jack-in-the-box toy.

"Oh my god, it’s beautiful," Iris shrieks.

Never in my life did I think I’d hear a woman complint my dick like that, but there she is, naked and wetting her lips as if she’s looking at candy. I involuntarily twitch from the sight before , a grin matching hers forming on my mouth.

"Say that again and I’ll have you on all fours," I growl stroking myself and wearing the condom as precum drips out.

Her grin grows wider. "Your dick is fucking beautiful, Luke."

Luke? I’m used to Lynn calling

that, but Iris? It’s a whole new drug I’m willing to get high on.

"I’m three seconds away from going into the shower and pleasing myself, Andrews."

Fuck.

Jumping back on the bed and grabbing her thighs, I pull her to . Iris lets out a seductive giggle which halts the mont she feels my tip on her. I watch as goosebumps crawl on her skin, and the cocky smile she had a while ago disappears.

"Such a pretty pussy," I growl running my cock down her folds.

"Then stop talking and fuck it like it’s pretty."

"Trust , I will," I coo, plunging myself into her and biting my lip when I feel her tightness around .

"Shit, you’re so tight."

"No, you’re too big," she whimpers, grinding on

like she had been waiting for this mont all her life.

"You’re taking

so well though," I growl, grabbing her hands and pinning them right up over her head. Then I plunge into her, once, twice, many more tis. It doesn’t stop, and the sound of her skin slapping on mine fills the entire room.

"Ahh."

She’s getting tighter around

and it’s getting hard to hold on. I’m close. Very close. Her eyes lock on mine and she pouts. I lean in and kiss her fervently, my body burning from the skin contact we make.

Placing both her hands in one of mine, I use the free one and cup her breast, stroking it lightly for so impact. It does the trick.

"Luke," she moans in my mouth getting fucking tight around . My eyes roll to my back and my pace increases.

"Are you going to co for , baby?"

"Luke," she moans again. I can feel her getting close, and so am I. Her movents get sloppy and she wriggles herself out of my hands, grabbing my back and sinking her nails there. I bury my head in her neck, pumping in faster as my end cos near.

Then Iris wriggles in my grasp, arms reaching into my hair and pulling it before she screams my na out with expletives mixed in there. "Lucas, oh my—fuck!"

That’s all I need to hear before I co undone. My balls tighten and I explode inside her, gripping her ass and plunging in deeper than before. One last moan escapes from Iris, then it’s done.

We’re done.

I flip us over and let her rest on my chest, our heavy breaths matching the exercise we just had.

"That was fucking good," Iris mutters in a low breathy voice.

"I know right," I reply my hand resting on her small back. "It’s like I just got deflowered again."

That makes Iris laugh. She hits my chest lightly. "You’re so cringe."

I laugh with her, "You know you like it."

She chuckles. "Surprisingly, I don’t hate it."

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Legs intertwined with mine, head resting on my chest, lying naked on top of

with my dick still inside her since last night. If soone told

three weeks ago that we would be like this, I’d have laughed at them so bad my lungs would give out.

Her curly hair brushes my face every ti she bobs up and down, making

inhale the faint hint of conditioner in it. It slls like roses, the sa scent as her body. I could sll her all day and still want more—and since I have the chance now—I inhale her heavenly scent again.

But my beautiful morning bliss is ruined before it even begins with a sudden knock on my door.

"Good morning, sir. Can I co in?" cos Tim’s small voice.

Tim is my butler and secretary, second after my right-hand man, Paul. In his late fifties now, he used to serve my mother, but after her death, Dad decided he was better suited to serve

instead of him. However, I later heard that it was Tim who pleaded with my dad to let him be of service to

since it was my mother’s last wish.

Ever since then, all the loyal affection he used to show my mother has been directed to .

For a month now he has been on leave, and judging by the calmness in his voice, he probably doesn’t know I brought a girl ho last night, otherwise, we’d already be feasting and celebrating because that’s all he ever talks about ever since I turned twenty—dating.

He probably wants to hand

my gym wear since today is a Saturday and I go to the gym.

"Wait a minute," I reply trying to move without waking Iris and failing altogether. Why? Because when I try to move, my dick tugs inside her and I groan.

Why did I make such a stupid unhygienic decision last night?

"Who is that?" she asks voice drowsy from sleep. Her eyes are puffy, her lips pink from all that sucking last night, and hickeys showing on her neck.

All that sexual appeal and I don’t have the ti to ravage her once more.

"It’s Tim."

Her eyes grow wide and she tries to pull away from , but lets out a moan when she feels

in her.

"Sir, you have a guest."

Fuck you, Tim.

"What do we do now?" Iris whispers under her breath, and I feel myself getting bigger inside her. Of all the worst tis this visitor could have arrived. Tch.

"Who is it, Tim?" I ask, shifting my position so I can pull out of Iris without hurting her swollen insides. Another moan escapes from her, turning

on even though I know I shouldn’t be thinking about sex right now.

"What is he doing in there? I need to talk to him now!"

Fuck. It’s my dad.

Iris must rember his voice because she imdiately springs into action, clasping her mouth and pulling away with a pained expression on her face. Then she pulls the duvet to cover herself and crawls to the edge of the bed.

"Lucas!" The doorknob turns.

"Wait, Dad."

But he doesn’t listen, and the next thing I know he is inside my room. Everyone pauses. Dad holding the knob with his mouth on the floor, Tim blinking furiously between Iris and , Iris tugging at the duvet as she strives to cover herself, and

holding on to her since I tried to pick her up and hide her in my bathroom.

It’s a freak show, one I didn’t want to happen anyti soon—and with the way Dad glances at

before closing the door, I know I’m in huge trouble.

"Lucas you little shit," Iris curses, hands twitching as she reaches for her now tomato-red face.

Sorry baby.

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We’re seated in my kitchen, surrounding the white island as Dad glances between

and Iris, face pale from what he just witnessed earlier.

Both Iris and I are now dressed, but the mory of having my dad see us naked together will forever haunt . The sa might apply to Iris, whose head is hung so low she’s about to kiss her chest.

"So?" Dad begins, making us face him, "Will you guys tell

what’s going on between the two of you?"

Glancing at , Iris literally pleads with her eyes for

to co up with a solid idea to get us out of this ss. The gears in my brain run, but nothing of that sort cos to mind.

"Do her grandparents know that you two are sleeping around?"

I’ve never seen Iris turn so pale in a second. She looks weak and for the first ti—without any sassy response to wiggle herself out of trouble.

"What would your mother think if she found out you’re abusing your power and sleeping with not just anyone...but her best friend’s granddaughter?"

Sleeping around is one way to describe it, but I prefer employees with benefits, or as Iris put it, a contract.

"I’m not sleeping around Dad."

"Then what the hell are you doing you little shit?"

I swear if soone calls

a little shit again this morning, I’m going to scream my head off at them.

"We’re dating."

A silence so quiet a leaf could drop and make a sound fills the kitchen. Both Iris and my dad are looking at , and from the far corner of the oven, I can feel Tim’s excitent radiating all around the room.

"Then what are we waiting for, let’s go and tell her family before you knock her up," Dad exclaims, smiling like an idiot as he gestures between Iris and . Like Tim, his excitent is showing now.

I feel a tug of my t-shirt and when I look down, Iris doesn’t look like she’s on board with her grandparents knowing about this.

"Umm, I think we need a little bit more ti before we make it official."

Dad pauses. "Why? I thought you guys were official."

"We are! But hurrying up with introductions isn’t sothing that should be decided on a whim."

"And sex is?"

Wow, my old man is so unhinged.

"Dad! You’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

He turns to face Iris. "That wasn’t my intention, Iris. I’m just too excited to see my boy finally dating."

"It’s okay sir, that’s very normal," Iris replies, laughing nervously.

"See, she’s on board with the idea too, right Iris?"

She slowly nods at him, her movents so shaky I can literally hear her bones creak. Fuck. Why did this have to happen on the very first night we spent together?

Standing, I tap my dad’s shoulder. "Can we talk outside?"

"Sure," he mumbles excitedly, giving Iris one last glance before we walk away from her.

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