Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 89: My Heart Pounded

Elizabeth’s POV

I heard Willie moving around after everyone else had gone to sleep that night. Everybody but me, that is. The memory of Willie and I making love for the first time kept me awake as I lay in bed. It was a foregone conclusion in my mind. My heart pounded as I waited for him to come to my room for a peaceful midnight tryst.

In the meantime, as his footsteps drew closer, I exhaled and was disappointed.

I wore nothing but a tiny nightgown that clung to my curves as I walked down the street. Just long enough to keep me out of trouble with my parents, but not long enough to cover all of my basic needs, such as food and shelter.

Rather than a nightgown, it was more like a T-shirt. In it, I thought I looked pretty sexy. It was also perfectly suited to the task at hand. Because I was feeling confident, I decided to take a few risks. Following Willie’s display of an extremely obvious hard-on, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me. He looked every bit the awkward teenager. I felt in control of the situation. I knew I had to take the bull by the horns if I was going to get the satisfaction I desired.

Listening carefully in the hallway, I climbed out of bed to get out of bed as quietly as possible. Mom had stopped reading because my father was snoring and the light in their room down the hall had been turned off.

Willie was getting a glass of water from the refrigerator as I made my way down the stairs. In order to avoid scaring him and drawing unwanted attention, I spoke softly behind him. Despite my whisper, he could hear me clearly enough. "You may be having a hard time getting to sleep."

He looked surprised as he smiled and looked back at me. It’s always strange to sleep in someone else’s house, he admitted.

There is something strange about sleeping somewhere other than your own bed, I admitted. "When I travel, I always find it difficult to fall asleep."

"Do you have any thoughts?" he inquired about the situation. Do you remember going to bed a few hours ago?"

I clenched my teeth and said, "Yes, I did." As a result, I was unable to get any rest either. There must be a lot going on in my head, I think.

With my best bedroom eyes, I hoped he would get the message and figure out what was keeping me awake so late.

His response was swift, "I’m sorry to hear that."

For the first time since I’d opened the door for him earlier in the day, he leaned into his glass of water on a nearby table and looked at me. In the same way that a thirsty man takes in water, I was drawn to his eyes. It had a sexy vibe about it.

Without him saying a word, I knew exactly what was going through his mind. And I found myself nodding in agreement.

Like any decent man, Willie would have second thoughts about whether or not to put me to bed. He’d known me since I was a kid, so I knew he was feeling a little unsure about what to do. My father was best friends with my father’s best friend.

More than a decade older than me, he was. However, none of this altered the fact that it was incorrect. As adults, we each gave our permission for us to be together. We shared a desire and a need. My birthday fell on the same day as yours. Because of this, why would anyone be suspicious?

There was no need to apologize, as I had already made clear.

His beautiful eyes of his were all I could see as I sat at the table across from him. He was a sight for sore eyes. I hadn’t seen him in a while. When I was younger, I saw him almost every day. I don’t think so anymore. His age didn’t detract from my opinion of him: He was still, and always will be, my favorite guy. A college student would never be able to compete with him.

That’s why I’d passed on everyone else and kept my options open just in case he asked. As we both stared at each other, there were a few awkward minutes of silence. Nonetheless, I’m eagerly waiting. His mental anguish was as clear as day to me. I knew exactly what he was contemplating. He was aware of the arguments and counterarguments he was making in his own head. To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything I could do to sway his judgment in my favor. Make an impression. Make sure he is aware of the situation. The fact that I had found exactly what I needed. That’s what I tried to get across to him, with my eyes, my body language, and a small smile. When Willie cleared his throat and turned away, he said, "I think we need to address the elephant in the room." It seems as though you’ve always had a thing for me, don’t you?"

"It’s more than just a crush, Willie. There’s a lot more."

"Whatever it is, I can see it in your eyes. And, despite the fact that you’re a lovely young lady, this isn’t going to work out between us. This isn’t going to work out for us."

"Why not?"

"Does the age difference play a role? It’s not a problem because we both know that my mother is much younger than my father."

Yes, that’s exactly right. Despite the fact that my mother was about ten years younger than my father, no one ever brought it up. Despite the fact that Willie was nearly twenty years older than me, it didn’t matter in the end.

"To avoid sounding clichéd," I said.

"It’s not just that, Eliza," he continued. In front of my eyes, you grew into a young man."

"So?

"So?" The way Willie shifted his gaze to the hallway gave the impression that he was worried about my father coming in and seeing what we were doing. He lowered his voice even though we were still alone. "No, Eliza, it’s just not going to work out." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"That you are attracted to me is something you have not denied," I said, grinning as I watched his eyes take in my curves as he rose to his feet and grinned.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he inquired about the situation. My instinct was correct. He scratched his head and looked away again to avoid addressing the elephant in the room.

"It all stems from this," I said. "In every one of your excuses, you’re making something up. And they’re not even close to being adequate."

"Why isn’t it enough for you, then?" He asked, a crease in his brow.

"Not even close. It’s because I’m able to see what’s going through your mind when you look at me."

As I walked around the table, I tried to get a closer look at him, but he stepped back. Almost as if he feared I would bite him, he acted scared. Make him something he can’t resist, such as a delectable dessert.

"It was with a sad smile that," I said, "And, let’s be honest, Willie, I’m no longer the little girl you witnessed growing up. When I became an adult, I was ready to face the world. An adult in every sense of the word. Nothing he says or does – or even who I associate with – can be enforced by my father any longer."

Willie had backed himself into a corner, both literally and figuratively. Now that I had him in front of me, I was able to hold him to the wall. He was so close to me that I couldn’t help but smile as I drew closer and closer to him. In spite of this, I didn’t approach him to the point where I was right in his face. After all, I didn’t want to irritate him in any way. I wanted to fuck him to death, but I respected him as a person. I had a great deal of admiration for him, and I knew it would be difficult. Changing his perception of me from a child to a sexual being was going to be difficult for him. As much as I wanted it, he had to want it just as much, and I was sure he did.

That’s fine, but he must be prepared to deal with the consequences.

After all, I was an adult. On the other hand, my father was his closest companion. My idea was illegal, but not in the strictest sense. It’s one of those unwritten rules of conduct. In the end, my parents hadn’t told me that I couldn’t get close to Willie. On an unspoken, but acknowledged, level, it was forbidden. They didn’t know what was going to happen at that point in time. I had a feeling Willie would have a hard time with it as well.

When he said, "When you’re ready," I softly said, "You know where to find me. Willie, we’re both adults here. Perhaps, if you stop treating me like I’m a child, you’ll finally realize that what I have to offer is exactly what you need."

To return to the second floor, I took a step back when he put his hand on my shoulder. I waited patiently for him to respond as he stared back at me. He had a look of annoyance on his face, and it was obvious. I felt sorry for him, but he needed to know that we were responsible adults who could do whatever we wanted with each other.

"Yes?"

"As I waited impatiently for an answer," I inquired.

"We can’t do this, Eliza," he said as he tightened his grip on my shoulder. He said it with a tremble in his voice, so I turned to face him. This time, however, I decided to go for it. Because we were so close, I could feel his breath on my cheek and his body pressing against mine. His cock pressed so hard against my stomach that I knew he was turned on.

"As I stroked his cheek," I said, "Yes, Willie. We can do whatever we want," he said.

I lingered over the erection he was trying to hide with my hand moving from his cheek to his chest and then lower. I clenched my fist around him and slowly yanked him out of his pants by moving my hand up and down his long, thick shaft.

I whispered, "We can do whatever you want, whenever you want."

When I saw the mix of apprehension and desire in his eyes, I let go of his cock and took a step back. I drank some of his water as I walked away and noticed a look of regret in his eyes. Looking over the edge of the glass, I was expecting something to happen to him. In silence, he didn’t say a word and didn’t move. He was leaning against the wall, staring at me with a desperate expression.

I told her, "You’re divorced." A twenty-three-year old sexy woman says, "I’m horny. Besides, who am I to tell you that we can’t enjoy ourselves? What part of the law specifically states that?"

That was it; he was left in the kitchen, alone with his thoughts and the throbbing in his chest from the memory of my words and my hand on him. As much as I wanted to blow his head off right then and there, I knew that leaving him like that would only make him long for me more.

My words would stay with him as he went back to his lonely bed, and he’d daydream about all the filthy things he wanted to do with me. I knew he’d jerk himself off if he thought about it, and that piqued my interest even further.

We’d get there eventually, whether we wanted to or not. Inevitably, the gradual intensification of desire between us will heighten the climax of our first encounter even more so. The level of ferocity has risen. It’s a more satisfying experience.

At the very least, it gave me something to look forward to, as well as plenty of material for masturbation.