The Billionaire's Messy Affair

Ainsley Jones stared in shock at the man who stood clad naked right in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, losing her resolve. She let her eyes roam his wet, well-framed body. He was dripping so wet. He’s so perfect, too perfect. She turned away from him, telling herself there was nothing special about his body. She had seen better, had tasted better. But why the hell was this so much of a torture? ‘We can’t do this’, she muttered to herself even as she knew it was a lost battle. She could see herself wanting him more and more. And he didn’t make any move to come to her. He was bent on having her humiliate herself. Her body, giving her away so easily it was embarrassing.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” Damian said, “and I’ll walk away, forever.”

It was that simple, Ainsley thought. It could be that simple. All she had to do was say it. Where was her strong voice now when she needed it most? Turning to him, she watched him squirt his eyes tightly, trying to gauge what her decision would be. Before she totally lost it, she ran the short distance between them and stretched to grab his head and close his slightly opened mouth with kisses. He groaned and let her have at him. She continued to kiss him passionately, her hands moving all over his body. Finally, he grabbed her and covered the short distance between them and the bed. But she wriggled away.

Damian Greggory looked at the sexy woman walking away from him. He had had enough of this petty game of hers. Why couldn’t she just accept they had chemistry? Their bodies wanted each other. But it was far beyond just their bodies. He was falling over heels for her. And he couldn’t wait anymore. He wouldn’t let her keep denying what they had wasn’t just some romping in bed. This was something deeper, something stronger. Something her wasn’t ready to put a name to just yet.

If he could just get her to admit she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, it was a start. There was only one way to make her lose it. So, he stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet and entered the room. When she turned, about to say something nasty, he dropped the towel and watched as her eyes glazed over his naked body. The lust in them made him smile in triumph.

“I want you,” he said. “And so do you”. He brushes off the water running down his face from his hair. The movement seemed to affect her so much. When she turned away from him, he wanted to cover the distance between them in one stride. But he waited. He had to. She was still in the room. That should count for something. If she walked away now, he would go after her. He had lost interest in every other woman. He wanted just her, wanted to be with her, loving her sumptuous body that he couldn’t just get enough of. “Tell me you don’t want me.” he said, “And I’ll walk away, forever”. It was all a lie. He’d never walk away. Not unless she wanted him to, and he knew he’d have a hard time staying away. She said nothing for a while. And just when he was tired of it all and about going to her, she turned and literally ran to him. When she kissed him, his hardened length stretched happily. He counted to ten, hoping she wouldn’t walk away. He had to let her have this moment. But damn it! He grabbed her, all wet and all, and hit the bed with her beneath him.

She turned when he dropped her on the bed and twisted until she was straddling him, then continued kissing him. It was so hot. Her kisses were making it so hard to keep his cool. She pulled away and smiled at him. He was scared of what she might say, so he turned her quickly and stood over her. In one swift move, he had her robe parted. With the sight of her body, he took his time savoring this moment as his eyes roamed over here. She pulled him to herself, and he groaned as his body covered hers. “I want you too,” she said.

And he lost it.

Ainsley Jones sat in her chair, watching fascinated as the ladies moved around the sexy man in the center of the big hall. Even though they were slow dancing around him, it was apparent what they were trying to do. He was a sexy man and sweet. Like honey to the bees, the queen bees were attracted to the sugar-coated fine man and wanted a taste of him. And the man wasn’t resisting either.

He was enjoying every bit of the attention he was getting. She felt like screaming at him. Shout to him to make a pick already so she could know his spec. But the playboy was bidding his time, teasing the ladies. He let them rub their bodies on him while he teased their bodies too. Now and then, he would grab their ass and sometimes let his hand pull their boobs. They didn’t mind. They were shameless that way. Her friends! And Daphne was the worst of them.

“I want him.” she said out loud. Her words were swallowed out by the loud music playing. She hissed at the sound even though it made her want to scream it louder. “Yes! I want that hunk.” she repeated, this time a little louder. Nobody heard her. Anyone watching would just assume she was excited and was singing along with the song. Although, from her gaze, one would know she wasn’t miming the music. She was looking lustfully at the man sitting on the chair in the center of the hall.

On a good day, this would be a turn-off for Ainsley. But today was her day. She was allowed to indulge in everything. No holds barred. She wanted a piece of that ass too. The body of attraction sat in the middle of the room with his legs spread wide apart. He was unclothed, naked from the chest down to the briefs. He wore tight-fitting briefs that showed every inch of his build. From where she sat, she could draw out his stretchy length. He was as aroused and turned on as every one of the ladies, including herself.

The ladies danced around again, with everyone wanting a sample, something they would fantasize about at night, no doubt. Ainsley bided her time, knowing her turn would soon come. She owned this day. This special treat was for her. All she needed to do was wait for the MC to call off the bees and let the queen bee have the soldier. The moment she had set eyes on him this evening as he walked in with her friend, Jessie, she knew she wanted him. She had almost tripped as Jessie brought him over. And the knight in shining armor had swooped in to save her from the fall he had caused. When their eyes met, she had felt drawn to him. Wasn’t this the playboy Damian Greggory? The man was a flirt. Tabloids were always talking about him. He was always in one mess or another. It was always one scandal or the other with him and some ladies.

Shaking her head as if to clear the disbelief, she looked at the man. Damian, here, now? It’s strange. Fine, the guy was a douchebag. But he was rich and had women at his beck and call. His business gigs hardly get noticed, but he was silently making his money. Brands ran to him to improve their sales. So most times, his appearance in the papers was paid for by some company. His parents were from old money too. Which means he could be anywhere else in the world, with any woman. So, what was he doing here?

The last time she read about him, he was accused of sleeping with a mother and her adopted daughter. It had been a chaotic incident like every other one involving him. He was always seen with a different lady on every occasion. He somehow always got the pretty ones, though. Damian changed girls like he changed his suits. But not even that realization would stop her tonight. They could have dated too, years back, had she been interested. But they were both of the same source. She changed men like he did women. People like them don’t mix.

The day a friend had introduced them at an event, they had been both young and wild. She took one look at his suit and his demeanor and knew instantly she didn’t want him. She loved having her men tamed, and when she was done, she wanted to be done. No feelings attached. But a look at Damian showed her she could be in trouble if she tried that with him. He had the looks, money and power to handle her. So, she simply ignored the man and left. But as she walked away, he whistled at her fine backside. And she gave him a good view, too, while twisting her waist deliberately. He could have that but nothing more.

But tonight was different. They were both grown, and he looked delectable. Tired of watching this torture any further, she swayed to where he was. This was supposed to be a lap dance, and as the celebrant, she was supposed to be getting the honey first. Instead, the MC, who was a friend of hers too, had announced that the ladies could have some fun before her. Ainsley looked at the MC, Mabel, who should have called them off and handled the guy over. But her friend was enjoying the show way too much. Right now, she was running her hands over the guys’ chiseled muscles.

The ladies had chosen Damian to fill the gap for the stripper that had been booked for today. Thanks to her friend who had forgotten the one simple thing she’d been asked to do. The strippers were nowhere to be found. And the MC, in order to save the day, had announced then that all the men interested in giving the celebrant a good lap dance should file out. Almost all the men did, including Damian.

Earlier, Ainsley herself had sighted him as he strolled into the party with Jessie in tow. She suspected he was her date. But Jessie had a boyfriend, so that it couldn’t be anything serious. If anything, he would be more of an escort of Jessie’s. All through the celebration, she had kept stealing glances at him, which was why, when the ladies selected him out of all the men, she wasn’t surprised. Almost every lady in the room had their eyes on him.

He had stripped to the brief and sat down, waiting on the ladies to take it further. Every lady, of course, had rushed out to have a touch and, if lucky, a taste of him. Some kissed him, and some groped him while some flat out sat down on him, trying to get him to flip. He was flipped down there, but he remained calm. He must have been an expert at this. Ainsley held her glass up and stood in front of him. She was, by every way, most men’s spec. As a thirty-year-old woman, she had good curves. Her body was the type man coveted. It was one of her greatest assets, and she took good care of it. The tube short she had on luckily had all her butt and boobs rightly perched.

“What are you doing?” asked the MC

Having seen enough of his display, the birthday girl knew what to do to get him. The idea was to make him lose his cool. If anyone can do it, it would be her. She moved closer to him and slowly poured the cold drink on his briefs. “Getting my prize.” she replied to the MC with a wicked grin.

“You realize Jessica brought him here.” cautioned the MC

“Well, we all know who her boyfriend is.” she smiled at the man as she let hands run through his chest, deliberately slowing down around his left nipple, “I think this is why she brought him here.” she bent down and ran her tongue over his right nipple. “For me.”

“Don’t do this.” she warned again when she sat down on his lap.

Ainsley stood up angrily. “Piss off.” she pushed back.

From across the room, the MC caught Jessie throwing daggers at them with her huge eyes. She sighed heavily, “Jessie doesn’t look happy about it. He’s with her”

“She was in charge of the stripper. She probably brought this man for that.” Ainsley replied stubbornly as she tilted the glass sideways, and the chilled wine inside tripped down his chest. Her eyes followed the line down as it went down his briefs. His hardened length stretched, and she turned to the MC. “What’s the game exactly?” she asked the MC, who by now was lustfully looking at the man. “Bel, eyes on the game. Focus.” she said to her, gritted teeth and all.

“To… to make him lose it.” whispered the MC swallowing hard.

“See?” she smiled, licking her lips sexily. Her eyes roved around, then down to his hardened member pushing out of the fabric furiously.

“You got it, girl.” replied the MC as she looked down on his briefs.

Damian tried to adjust himself so he was shielded from their wavering eyes. Before he could react, Ainsley leaned in for a hot kiss making sure her tits were placed just rightly on his naked skin. And he lost it. He pulled her roughly to himself and started kissing her. The MC grabbed the microphone and declared the game over. But even then, Ainsley didn’t let go of the man, neither did he.

“Turn off the light.” said the MC in a whisper to the DJ. She left the stage to the two as they kissed.

The instant the lights were dimmed; Ainsley knew she wanted to take this further. But not here. She had been brought up too well to lose it in front of everyone. A few minutes was all she needed. The party could go on without them till she was done with him.

“Mind going somewhere private with me?” she asked. She could feel his smile as he nodded.

“Yes, please.” he replied amidst a groan, “Lead the way.”