Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby (Blue Ridge Mountain Billionaires Book 2)

by Elizabeth Lynx

  “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh . . . Uh, oh God, okay, I lied. I totally meant to laugh.”

  My mouth hung open. It flabbergasted me. Here I was so concerned with easing her fears, and she laughed at me.

  She was as bad as my brother.

  “So hilarious. I’m sure if this happened to you, you’d be all chuckles, enjoying every moment.” I folded my arms over my chest.

  “Look, I am sorry. I think it’s the nerves and, oh—” She halted as her hand touched my arm.

  “Don’t worry. You didn’t accidentally touch my candy cane dick again.”

  “Candy cane? What? No, I didn’t think I had. I purposely raised my hand a little higher this time before reaching out. Was that your arm?”

  “Yes, my upper arm. Why?”

  “Can I touch it again?”

  My cock twitched. As mad as I was at her for laughing, I liked it when she touched my arm. Goosebumps covered my arm and went up my neck.

  “Okay.”

  I braced myself, for what, I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the thought of her smooth fingers sliding over my skin. That slight touch was exceedingly pleasurable, and when I inhaled her vanilla scent, my cock strained against its bindings.

  Her warm hand settled on my shoulder before it slowly meandered down my arm. Neither of us spoke, but I heard her breath pick up. And just that whisper-soft sound did something to me.

  It made me want to reach for her.

  Her fingers explored more, leaving my arm and drifting across my chest. I lowered my arms and let her keep going.

  “Is this too much?” she asked, and I shook my head as if she could see me.

  It’s not enough.

  “No,” I croaked out.

  Her fingers found my nipple. “I felt that before.”

  “Yup.” My cock was rock-hard now, and the ribbon hurt.

  I wanted to unwrap it but feared if I moved my hand toward my dick, that would scare her.

  “You want me to stop?”

  No. Absolutely not.

  “Not if you don’t want to.”

  She added another hand, and her fingers spread over my abs. I wished I was ticklish because then I’d have a reason to reach for her, to touch her. Instead, I let her control what she wanted from me.

  “Is it really wrapped up to look like a candy cane?”

  I pictured her biting her lip. The first thing I noticed about her when she opened the door was her mouth. I licked my lips just thinking about it.

  I should stop her. What if my brother chose that moment to open the door? I wouldn’t want her embarrassed.

  But instead of backing up and pulling her hands away, I said, “It’s wrapped in red ribbon and loves to be licked.”

  Chapter 4

  Julia

  “I LOVE TO SUCK ON CANDY canes this time of year,” I said and immediately bit my lip, thankful he couldn’t see the heat flooding my cheeks.

  Or how wet I was between my legs.

  I had never felt up a stranger in the dark before. Actually, that wasn’t true. I had, but at least I had seen what the guy looked like first. And he knew what I looked like too.

  But this was different. I didn’t know what color hair this guy had or if he had hair. Or if he had legs. The most I knew was he had one amazingly defined arm, a hard nipple, and washboard abs so rigid that I couldn’t stop thinking about rubbing my soaked pussy over those abs until I came.

  I meant it when I told my sister I would take this job seriously, but now I was stuck in here with a man who took care of his body and had such a deep voice that my clit felt the vibrations.

  What was a girl to do?

  What problems could come from a little fooling around in a dark closet with a hot stranger? None. Just a fun way to pass the time. That was what I figured at least. And based on the hardness of his nipple and the heat rising from his skin, I suspected he felt the same way.

  “I’d love to see that.” His voice sounded deeper and a little hoarse.

  When I first felt his dick, I wondered for a moment if it was his cock. I’ve held many cocks in my time, so I knew what they felt like. But his was strange. Rougher than usual, like something was on it.

  The ribbon explained everything. And it gave me a thrill that I got to unwrap his candy cane.

  I moved my hands down and was pleasantly surprised by the size of it. My mouth watered at the thought of trying to fit his huge cock in my mouth.

  “Are you in pain? The ribbon is so tight, and you’re big.”

  He moaned.

  I lowered to my knees and reached out my tongue until I was able to lick away the droplet that had formed on his tip.

  “Oh, God.” His hand found my head and slipped his fingers into my messy waves.

  I sucked on the tip. His fingers stiffened in my hair, and I knew he was trying to restrain himself—much like what the ribbon was doing to his cock. I kissed his tip how I wanted to kiss his lips. He growled.

  It took only a moment, but I unraveled the ribbon, and it fell to the ground. Now I could wrap my lips around his cock and truly taste him.

  Him. I didn’t even know the guy’s name. But I kinda liked that.

  Somehow, in this room where time stood still, we were strangers who were closer than a lot of couples I knew.

  My nose filled with his musky scent and a hint of old dusty cardboard. I had a feeling I’d never see a cardboard box again without thinking of this moment.

  I loosened my jaw and pulled as much of him inside as I could.

  “Oh God,” he cried out before he pulled me back.

  What was happening?

  “Is something wrong?” I asked.

  “Yes. I haven’t had a chance to taste you yet.”

  And before I realized what was happening, I felt his sultry breath on my ear. He wasn’t even touching me, and my heart pounded in my throat. He must have moved to his knees, and I hoped he would kiss me.

  Which he did, but not how I expected.

  “Can I kiss your pussy?”

  I think I found my future husband.

  That’s how a man should ask to kiss you. The guys I dated were okay at sex, and a few even went down on me, but I found it was like asking them to move a mountain just to lick my clit.

  “Yes. Open-mouthed kisses, right?”

  I couldn’t see him, but I swear I heard him smirk.

  “With so much tongue, I promise.”

  “Okay, let me clear a space to lie down.” I turned to feel around on the ground when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

  “Just bend over. On your knees and elbows.”

  I would definitely propose to him by the end of the night. I may not have known his name, but I was going put a ring on him. Sorry ladies, he’s mine.

  “Yes, sir.” He couldn’t see, but I saluted him.

  Before he could say another word, I had moved onto my elbows with my ass facing him. At least, I hoped it was facing him.

  A shiver went up my back as his hand caressed my ass cheek. He moved his palm up and down until he had my skirt lifted. I wished I had worn nothing underneath, but I wore red tights and white cotton panties.

  I wanted to be comfortable tonight, not to mention that I really didn’t imagine I’d be eaten out by a hot stranger.

  It didn’t seem to deter him as I felt a yank on my tights. He spent a moment taking off my shoes before he pulled my tights and undies off. I made sure to lift my legs to help.

  I wasn’t a monster. A lady must always help a gentleman when orgasms are on the line.

  A coolness landed between my thighs as my clothes disappeared.

  A thought popped into my head. He would lick me between my legs, and I’d never know what he looked like. That idea made me wetter.

  I felt something touch the edge of my soaked lip, near my clit. It could be his finger or his tongue. The sensation felt heightened. Just the slightest touch was incredible.

  I clenched my jaw and sucked in a breath. I wanted more,
but he was going agonizingly slow.

  “You’re so wet.” His warm breath tickled my thighs.

  Then I felt it. His tongue. And he did some wicked things with it.

  My hips swayed, and I was greedy for more.

  “You need to hold still,” he said so matter-of-factly that I wondered if this affected him at all.

  “Yes, sir.” I widened my legs, hoping to help him any way I could.

  I felt him smile against my ass cheek as he nipped a little on my flesh. All the things he did were intense, and I didn’t want him to stop. And once he sucked on my clit, everything else faded away.

  When he pushed two fingers into my core, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.

  “I’m about to come,” I warned him, not that he didn’t already suspect.

  “Can I fuck you?” I heard him ask between gasps.

  I couldn’t say yes fast enough. I had wanted his cock inside me since I first felt it.

  “Yes. Please.”

  His fingers disappeared, and I was so close to going over the edge, I looked around in a daze. But then I felt his tip rub against my core, and it was incredible. But nothing compared to when he pushed inside. Slowly at first, but then I shifted, as I wasn’t one for being still.

  “You’re so tight. You feel amazing.”

  The vibration from his deep voice mixed with his cock, and I was flung over the edge. My head flew back as I cried out. I said words, many words. Did they make sense? Probably not.

  He was fucking me hard, which only made the orgasm last longer.

  It was at this point I wanted to see. I was desperate for the faintest light to shine on his face. To watch his lips curl in desire and his gaze fill with lust.

  Would he watch as his cock slid in and out of my pussy? Would he look over to me, wanting to kiss me, but couldn’t?

  I reached between my legs as his hips kept bumping into me and played with my clit.

  My fingers slipped around my soaked lips, and it was hard to focus as his cock ground into me. I had never felt a man so big. And it wasn’t just the size that made it difficult not to turn into a wet, convulsing mess as he rode me. It was the spot he hit, which hadn’t been touched by a cock before. Either I had sex with many men who didn’t understand what they were doing, or this guy had a wonder dick.

  And I was the lucky lady who got to play with his cock of awe tonight. Thanks, Santa.

  I flicked my clit a few times, and another massive climax erupted.

  But this time, my words made sense.

  “I’m coming. That’s it, Wonder Dick. Fuck me back to the North Pole.”

  “Wonder what? Uh, yes . . . I’m coming.”

  The pounding slowed as he ground into me. I felt him shudder and heard some grunts, but my core was still riding that delicious high he gave me. The lights could have turned on and the door swung opened, but I wouldn’t have noticed.

  Slowly I came down from the clouds. I heard his breathing, which was as rapid as my own. Then I felt him pull out.

  That was it. No more beautiful, perfect, nothing-compares orgasms. Could I recreate this with my dildo back home? Doubtful.

  It wouldn’t be the same. This guy had something special hanging between his legs. If I couldn’t have him, then I hoped he used it for a good cause. The women who had only experienced lousy lays needed him most.

  “Did you call me Wonder Dick?”

  Chapter 5

  Monty

  I WIPED MY BROW AFTER the mind-blowing sex I had with a woman who didn’t even know what I looked like. There was one fantasy I had when I was younger where I had sex with a woman through a hole in the fence. I didn’t know what she looked like, and she didn’t know what I looked like, but I slipped my cock through, and wham, sexy times.

  This was as close as I would ever get to that fantasy. Not that I wanted to reenact the dream because . . . splinters.

  Let me say, for the record, what I did with this woman in a dark closet was a hundred times hotter, sexier, crazier—in a marvelous way, and splinter-free—than the imaginary fence sex.

  “I have no control over what comes out of my mouth when there’s a dick inside me. And besides, it’s not fair.”

  “What’s not fair?”

  “You judging me about calling you Wonder Dick when you, in fact, have a wonder dick.”

  I chuckled, moving off my knees and sitting on the floor. My knees creaked, and I felt like I had just run a marathon, but the smile wouldn’t leave my face.

  “You think so? It wasn’t too big for you? I worry about that sometimes. The size . . .”

  “Oh. My. God. Do you hear yourself right now?”

  I heard her move and reclined back to rest on my elbows when I felt her curl up next to me. “Oh dear, I hope I didn’t cause too many orgasms with my gargantuan dick!” she said in a cartoonish tone.

  My head fell back as laughter erupted. This woman. From what I saw when she first entered, she was beautiful, sexy as hell, and such a smart ass.

  “I hope that means you liked it. Because I liked it.”

  There was silence. I knew she was still there as I felt her breath on my chest. “What’s wrong?”

  Shit. Maybe she felt pressured to have sex with me. That was the last thing I wanted her to think. I knew I shouldn’t have told her I was naked.

  “I’m trying real hard to be good right now.” Her words felt forced, like she was spitting them out through clenched teeth.

  Oh no. I had taken it too far. I rubbed my brow and sat up.

  “Look, I never meant to—”

  “There’s something you should know about me. I am not sweet. That’s my sister. She’ll help people, even her shit bag boyfriend. But I am quite the opposite.”

  “Okay . . .”

  Was she going to beat me up? Was that what she was trying to say? All because I had sex with her and she didn’t want to. I wouldn’t blame her.

  “And here you are, trapped in a closet with me, naked—”

  I cut her off, “I want to clarify that I never ever thought or expected you to have sex—”

  “Let me finish.”

  I nodded. “Right. Yes.”

  “You’re naked and have muscles that have muscles on top of even more muscles. Then your behemoth-sized dick shows up, and I thought jackpot. Like I won sex gold. That Santa came early and dropped a candy cane dick in my lap.”

  At this point I didn’t know whether to laugh or start clawing my way out of the room.

  “And after several top-notch orgasms, you act all innocent. Like somehow colossal dicks are terrible, and you hoped I liked it. Can I ask you a serious question, and you promise you won’t get mad?”

  I felt sweet relief that she hadn’t felt pressured to have sex. She could ask me anything she wanted to.

  “Ask away.”

  “Are you over eighteen? And if you are, are you a virgin?”

  I blinked a few times. “Yes and no,” I said.

  “So, you’re over eighteen?”

  “Yes. Are you?”

  Oh no, that was what this was about. She wasn’t of age. Now I felt extra creepy.

  “I’m thirty. And you?”

  “Twenty-eight. And no, not a virgin,” I said just to clarify in case she had any questions on that matter.

  “I didn’t think you were based on your expertise between my legs.”

  “Is that a bad thing? How I act all innocent, because I promise you, my thoughts are anything but innocent.” I was wiggling my brows, but, as usual, she couldn’t see.

  “So, you planned this? You thought about it the moment I walked in? Or maybe that story about your brother locking you in here was a lie, and you overheard me discuss ghosts with my sister and pretended to be one to lure me in here?”

  I was getting why she said she wasn’t the sweet one.

  “That was my plan the whole time. I knew if I wrapped my dick up like a candy cane, you’d be so overcome that you’d fall to your knees.”<
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  “You’re a genius. I did just that. You must know me so well. You probably even know my name.”

  “But if I tell you your own name, then you’ll know that I know, and it ruins the illusion.” I said, hoping she took the hint that I wanted to know her name.

  “That made no sense.” She leaned in and peppered a few kisses on my chest. For someone who swore she wasn’t sweet, that was lovely.

  “It’s Julia.”

  I grinned. Julia.

  “I like it. And I’m—”

  As I was about to tell her my name, there was a noise. It came from the small door Julia had entered through earlier.

  “Oh my God, I think someone’s there.”

  Julia pulled away, and I heard her get up. After a moment, she banged on the wall and yelled for help.

  I didn’t join her as I was naked. As much as I wanted to be rescued, I didn’t really want to flash people. Julia kept up the banging as I moved behind the boxes where I hid before.

  There was a muffled response, “Julia?”

  “Laura? Help, I’m stuck in here.”

  After a moment, the door opened, and light shone in. I had trouble seeing, so I blocked the light with my hand.

  Julia stood there, her hair more mussed than before, which made me smile. Another woman stood on the other side of the door, but with the angle of where I was hidden, I couldn’t see her face.

  Julia turned toward me and said, “I’ll go find a coat or something for you to put on. I’ll be back.”

  She walked through the door, and it shut, coating me in darkness once more.

  I stepped out from behind the boxes, and as I did, another door opened. This time it was James. He stood there with a frown on his face and my clothes in his hand.

  “Sorry, Monty. Here are your clothes. We have to go.”

  “It’s about time you realized it was a terrible idea to have me streak.”

  I grabbed the clothes he threw at me and stumbled as I put them on. Once I got my tie somewhat straight, I glanced at the ground. Julia’s panties and tights were there. I smirked and picked them up, stuffing them inside my jacket pocket.

  “Something’s come up, and we can’t go through with the plan of having you streak,” he said with a frown. “You’re looking happy for a man who’s been stuck in a dark closet, naked.”