Page 21 of Blue Collar Billionaire

‘Do you trust me?’

Is it strange to admit I do? This guy I barely knew a few hours ago? Who is holding a rather large implement he’s just suggested he could use on my body? In my body. As a sex aid. For sexual pleasure. And not just mine.

It’s bizarre, but I do trust him. I would never have let him do what he’s already done if I didn’t.

‘Yes.’

He nods like it’s a given, but his gaze locks on mine, and it’s warm and blue and sincere, and I feel immersed in trust. Slowly, he lowers the handle of the screwdriver to my chest. I gasp as it lands, soft but solid, against my sternum. My breathing cuts out, my nipples peak. My heart kicks so hard, I’m amazed the tool isn’t bouncing to the frantic rhythm.

‘Shut your eyes,’ Danny whispers as he lowers his head to nuzzle just under my ear. ‘Keep them shut.’

It might be whispered but it’s a command and I swallow, both at the prickle of his whiskers and the anticipation of what he’s going to do next as I shut my eyes and give myself over to just feeling. The handle inches across my décolletage to my leftbreast, nudging the painfully erect nipple before it rolls over the top of it, flattening the hard nub.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, arching my back. It hurts a little but my whole body lights up. He reverses the process, the handle moving to the other nipple. The erotic press combines with the buzz of anticipation, and I whimper out loud.

‘Easy, Doc.’

His voice is a low rumble. His breath fans warm on my skin. Goosebumps prickle my scalp and down the side of my neck.

‘I wish this was my cock,’ he murmurs, ‘all stiff and leaking over your titties.’

My pelvic floor contracts at the wild images exploding in my head. Danny’s beautiful cock, thick and hard, the plump head smoothing over my nipples, leaving smears of pre-cum.

‘Rubbing all over you.’

The rasp in Danny’s breathing is a hot flurry against my skin as he releases his hold on the handle. He reaches for my hand that is squished between us, guiding it, pushing it inside his jeans. His erection brushes my knuckles and I moan, fighting against the urge to open my eyes as his hand departs and my fingers automatically curl around him and squeeze.

‘Fuuuck.’

He breathes the profanity into my ear so low and dirty I press my legs together to stop a ripple of sensation becoming something so much more.

Seconds later, the screwdriver is moving again, moving lower, bisecting my abdomen, but in my mind’s eye it’s no longer a lifeless tool, it’s the magnificent structure of steely flesh and bulging veins I now hold in my hand. The slow trajectory south halts at my belly button as Danny dallies there, the touch featherlight now as it circles around and around. I squirm at the stimulus that spreads tentacles of heat right between my legs.

‘Mmm,’ he mutters, his lips brushing my earlobe. ‘My balls feel so good rubbing against you right there, don’t they?’

A picture of Danny rotating his hips, the swing of his testicles circling my belly button, jolts right through my core and I swear I can feel the bounce of my abdominal aorta pulsing just below the slow maddening onslaught.

‘So… good,’ I say on a pant, coherency hard to find in a brain that’s dissolving as quickly as my body.

Finally, he drags the screwdriver lower and everything clenches tight in my pelvis as I picture his erection gliding lower and lower. My hand grips the duvet as my fevered imagination anticipates where it’ll stop. Will he refrain from going all the way as I’ve asked?

Do I want him to?

Because right now with my hand down his pants and a porn reel running on the dark screen behind my closed eyes, it’s as real as the flesh and blood I’m holding in my hand.

A soft crinkle interrupts the ragged pant of my breath as the touch slides through the light sprinkling of hair covering my mons before Danny finds the slick groove between my labia and nestles there, right over my clitoris. I gasp softly as it contracts almost painfully, like it’s been hit with a spark of electricity.

The pressure increases, and I moan, squeezing everything tight inside me. Squeezing him tight in my hand, causing a low rumble in his throat. The noise hums through me, cranking my arousal higher. I’m so turned on, so close to the edge now, I’m petrified it’ll all be over before the main act.

‘Spread ’em, Doc. My cock needs some room to move.’

I’m so caught up in the anticipation and sensations, I haven’t even realised my thighs are still squeezed together. I hesitate a little because I’m turned on AF and I want… I don’t know what I want. And that’s… scary.

‘It’s okay,’ he murmurs, his voice soft and patient. ‘I promise.’

The sincerity of his tone reassures me as I ease my trembling, jellified legs apart. I’m so slippery now the screwdriver slides down of its own accord. I feel it pressing against my entrance, thick and blunt like the head of his cock, and I squeeze his erection as if it’s what is nestled between my legs right now.