Bright Lights and Summer Nights: A Fake Dating Billionaire Sports Romance (Black Tie Billionaires)

I yelp, trying to pull my mouth from Preston, but he doesn’t let me. He keeps digging his fingertips into my scalp, his grip on my hair so tight I can’t move. I look at him, wondering what we should do about the person knocking at the door.

Preston lifts his hand and presses one finger to his lips. His hips rock forward as if there isn’t someone on the other side of the door that could walk in and find his cock halfway down my throat.

It shouldn’t turn me on to know we’re seconds away from being caught, but it does. I try to hide my moan when he moves again, forcing his cock as far into my mouth as I can possibly take him. This man doesn’t believe in being gentle, and it’s driving me wild. My clit throbs with need for him. Not even my own fingers circling the sensitive spot is providing relief.

Another knock fills the space around us, this time louder than the first. “Mr. Rhodes?” the voice calls on the other side. “It’s time for your couples massage.”

“I’ll be a minute!” Preston responds, his voice tight as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue.

“You’re ten minutes past your appointment time, sir.”

“Got it,” Preston clips.

“Do you have any idea of where Ms. Turner is? We want to make sure she knows about the massage as well.”

Preston laughs, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss it.”

It’s quiet on the other side of the door for a moment before someone speaks up again. “See you soon, Mr. Rhodes. We’ll be waiting.”

Preston’s grip loosens just enough to pull him from my mouth. I sit back on my heels, my heart racing at almost being caught. “Oh my god,” I manage to get out. “A poor spa attendant almost walked in on us.”

“He would’ve got quite the show,” he responds, not at all appearing worried that we were seconds away from being discovered.

His lips turn into a frown when I stand up. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to the massage before they come looking for us again…and actually open the door.”

He frowns, his hand wrapping around his cock. I feel bad—I know if I kept at it, I could’ve finished him off if we hadn’t been interrupted. “We’re not done.” His voice echoes off the stone walls of the sauna. It’s deep and intoxicating, caressing my skin without him having to touch me at all.

I bite my lip, excited for us to finish things. It’s already been so good with him, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. Maybe it’s for the best that we were interrupted. We can rush back to the house after the massages and finish what we’ve started. “We’ll enjoy the massage and then make up an excuse to go back to the house for a bit.”

“Just a bit?”

I shrug, taking a step toward my discarded robe. My entire body feels like it’s on fire with need for him. “Or longer,” I suggest. “We just have to make it through the massage and you’re all mine.”

Finally, he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s more predatory—and becomes even more untamed when his eyes darken as I shrug the robe on.

“Just so we’re clear, if it were up to me, the massage would be forgotten about, and my cock would already be buried inside you.”

“Even if someone could walk in at any minute?”

“I don’t give a shit about that. Not when all I can think about is fucking you.”

I pick up the tie for my robe off the ground. My mind flashes with how it wasn’t too long ago when it was tied around my wrists as Preston gave me the best orgasm of my life. The back of my neck heats with the memory as I tie the rope around my waist as tight as I can manage. “I can’t stop thinking about that either. After the couples massage, I’m all yours.”

“I’ve never dreaded having to go to a massage more,” he tosses out, picking his towel off the floor. His movements are jerky as he ties it around his waist. I try not to smile at the small tantrum he’s throwing at being interrupted. It’s kind of hot.

“Really?” I ask, pretending to be completely unbothered by the fact we didn’t get to finish what we started. He doesn’t have to know that my body throbs in desperation for him…for another release. “I’ve never had a couples massage before. I’m ready for it.”

I slide my slippers back on and carefully open the door, making sure to peek out and make sure no one is in the hallway. I scurry out of there and try to play it cool. If someone were to walk down the hallway now, they wouldn’t know I was in the same sauna as Preston. I could’ve come from any of them. Even though I’m tempted to, I don’t even look behind me to see if Preston follows me.

Luckily, I paid attention earlier when the spa attendant told me where the massages were. I scan the doors, finding both Preston’s and my name written on one of them. Slowly, I push the door open and find two massage therapists waiting inside.

“You must be Emma,” one of them says. I recognize his voice from outside the sauna.

“Yes.”

“I’m Lowry.” I try not to blush as he holds his hand out for me to shake. I timidly take his hand in mine right as Preston opens the door, his eyes immediately focusing on Lowry’s hand around mine.

“Nice to meet you,” I squeak, unable to look away from Preston’s angry glare.

“And I’m Hannah,” the other massage therapist says, holding her hand out for me to take. I’m able to meet her eyes better than I was meeting Lowry’s, only because I know Lowry was close to finding me in a very interesting position.

“Glad you made it, Mr. Rhodes,” Lowry says, holding his hand out for Preston to take.

Preston doesn’t take it. Instead, he keeps his hand over the front of his towel to try and hide his erection. He looks at the two tables placed in the middle of the room right next to one another. “Are we ready to begin?”

Lowry’s hand awkwardly drops to his side. “Yes. Hannah and I will step out for a minute to let the two of you get comfortable. Feel free to undress to your comfort level. We’ll knock before entering.” He flips a light off on the way out, making it dim in the room.

My eyes go wide as I realize I never returned to my locker. I look to Preston, finding him staring at me with an unreadable look on his face.

“I forgot my underwear.” I panic. I know there’s a huge debate on whether or not you’re supposed to keep underwear on during a massage, but I sit firmly on the keep-the-underwear-on side. In the heat of what was happening with Preston, I completely forgot about going back to grab mine.

“Get on the table so we can get this over with. And keep that sheet over you.”

My heart races at the roughness to his voice. He isn’t happy, and it’s terrible of me to admit, but I love it.

“Someone got grumpy really fast,” I mutter as I strip out of my robe and hang it on the hook in the room. I climb up onto the table and lie down. Preston lets out a sigh of approval when I pull the sheet up my body to cover me.

“Maybe I’m grumpy because my dick is still hard as a rock, thanks to the mind-blowing way you sucked me. Seeing your ass in the air as you climbed onto the table didn’t do me any favors.”

I smile, even though he can’t see it. I love the power I feel knowing I’m doing this to him. “Soon, you’ll be able to do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” The table beside mine creaks as I assume he lies down. I keep my face pressed down into the pillow, not needing to look at him. He has the same effect on me that I have on him. If I saw the beautiful ripple of his muscles or the chiseled line of his jaw, I might concede and cancel the massage, even though I was looking forward to it.

Patience. It’s not something I’ve ever had, but I’m all about bettering myself this summer. Doing some self-care before having what will no doubt be the best sex of my life counts as making better life decisions…right?

As if on cue, there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I call, my voice muffled thanks to being face down against the pillow.

All Preston does is grunt, not bothering to hide his opinion on the current situation.

“All set?” Lowry asks, stepping up to my table.

I swallow. I’d assumed Hannah would be my massage therapist and Lowry would be Preston’s, but apparently, I was wrong. Lowry adjusts the sheet on my body, tucking it against my side.

Lowry’s fingers wrap around my wrist, and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he’s placing my hand in Preston’s.

“Couples massages are all about connecting at a deeper level,” Hannah says in a slow, whimsical tone. “Think about your linked hands, about the connection thrumming through both of you.”

My hand feels so small in Preston’s. We only touch at our hands, but the small press of our skin has my body ablaze all over again. I try not to jump when his thumb begins to rub the inside of my palm in little circles.

“Tell me if it gets too hard,” Lowry whispers.

Preston coughs next to me, his thumb stalling for a moment.

“You okay?” Hannah asks Preston.

“Great,” he clips.

Lowry’s hands find my shoulders. They’re wet with oil as he carefully moves my hair from my neck. He begins to rub my back gently, but every now and then, his thumb applies more pressure that hurts in the best way possible.

I try not to moan, but his fingers work a knot that feels incredible. Preston’s thumb continues to trace circles against my skin. I don’t know why, but the small circles almost feel as intimate as having his tongue against me. Maybe it’s because I’m still turned on from the sauna, but the small scratch of his calloused thumb against my palm might be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever felt.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Lowry’s fingers continue to work at the knots of my back, but that isn’t what I’m focusing on at all. It’s Preston and the way he continues to trace my skin as if he doesn’t want me to forget he’s here. His touch is so light it almost tickles, and every minute that goes by, my body feels tighter.

Eventually, a moan falls from my lips as the tender press of Preston’s skin against mine becomes too much.

My hand falls to the side of the table in an instant.

“We’re done here,” Preston clips, the sound of his body shifting on the table.

“Everything okay, Mr. Rhodes?” Hannah asks, her voice uneasy.

I lift my head, wanting to make sure I stay covered as I try to figure out what’s wrong with Preston. He doesn’t look at Hannah or Lowry. He stares right at me.

“I’m not feeling so well. Can we have the room, please?”

“Maybe if you just lie down for a minu⁠—”

“Out. Now.” Preston’s tone leaves no room for discussion.

My cheeks heat at the sound of his booming voice. I can’t even look at Lowry or Hannah as they both scurry out of the room.

The door shuts, and Preston is immediately sliding off the table. In a few easy steps, he’s locking the door and turning to face me.

I sit up, crossing my arms across my chest to hide myself, even though he’s already seen it all. “That was rude.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He takes a step in my direction. My adrenaline spikes at the hungry look in his eyes. I don’t have to ask why he stopped the massage minutes after it began or wonder what he wants from me.

“Should we go back to the house?”

He steps up to the end of my table. His strong fingers wrap around my ankles as he pulls me across the table. “We’re not going anywhere until I’ve fucked you.”

“You didn’t even let me finish the massage. Lowry was doing an excellent job at⁠—”

His palm covers my mouth before I can say anything else.

“I don’t want to hear his name from your mouth ever again. Hearing you moan while his hands were on you… I’ve never seen so much red.”

Wetness pools between my thighs at the pure jealousy in his words. He keeps his hand pressed to my lips, not even giving me the chance to respond. I don’t even know what I’d say. His jealousy was misplaced. My moans had everything to do with the seductive way Preston softly rubbed my skin.

Preston pushes my thighs open and steps between them. The tip of his cock brushes my inner thigh, and I moan at the sensation. He’s so close. He could easily slide inside me if he wanted to. The only problem is we’re still not in private.

“Now, I tried doing it your way. It didn’t work for me. So now, we’re going to fuck here, right now, and you’re going to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

I moan at his words—at the idea of him taking me right here. I know we shouldn’t, but I was more than willing to do it in the sauna where we didn’t have a lock on the door. At least in here, we do. But Hannah or Lowry could come back any minute to check on us, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay quiet enough to hide what we’re doing.

“Nod your head yes, baby.” His free hand skirts across my thigh. He’s not teasing me this time. His fingers push inside me instantly.

A satisfied grin spreads over his face. “Fuck. You’re still so wet. This pussy is ready to take me, isn’t it?”

He lets his hand drop from my mouth, but his eyes stay on me with his eyebrows raised. He doesn’t have to say anything else. I know he’s gesturing for me to stay quiet.

I look down at his dick. It stands straight up, almost hitting his belly button with his impressive length.

“I don’t see how that’s going to fit,” I whisper.

He begins to slide a second and then a third finger inside me. I gasp at the fullness. I can feel him stretching me, his fingers curling inside to bring even more pleasure. “Of course it’ll fit. This pussy is mine. It was made for me. You’re going to take my cock—every inch of it.”

My head falls backward, and the only thing that stops me from falling against the table is Preston’s quick reaction. His hand rests on the small of my back, keeping me upright as his fingers continue to work in and out of me.

The heel of his hand presses against my clit as he continues to push in and out of me at a slow and taunting pace.

“Tell me you’re on the pill. My last tests were negative, and I don’t want anything between us if that’s okay with you.”

I nod, forgetting all about where this is happening. “Yes. Mine were negative too.” He’s broken down my resolve to try and wait until we get back to the house. I need him. Right now.