Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance

by Dane, Cynthia

  “I can’t tell if you should be commended or punished for not being able to wait until later.” Ian forked his fingers around Kathryn’s nether lips, teasing her, tugging on her, coming so dangerously close to giving her what she wanted. “I want to do both to you.”

  “Commend me, asshole.” Ian wasn’t going to play his Dom games right now. Right now, Kathryn Alison was going to order her boyfriend to eat her out, and he was going to like it.

  Well, of course he would like it. What red-blooded American man was going to turn up the opportunity to get all up in her business? She was a fucking goddess, as Ian often told her.

  “All right, lovely.” One finger tortuously pushed between her folds and rubbed against her clit, dipping down to dip in Kathryn’s famished body. She shuddered, slipping down the couch as Ian leered at her through two glaring hazel eyes. “I’ll do what you want for now. As soon as I’ve ensnared you, though, you’re following my whims.”

  Kathryn didn’t doubt it. She also didn’t doubt that she would be hungry as fuck for that to happen. Why does he think we’re going this route first? Kathryn knew how to play their game of Dom vs. Domme.

  “Ah, fuck me,” she mumbled, leaning back in the couch as her hands fished for Ian’s dark and soft hair. His head was firm beneath her touch, but his short waves of hair textured her fingers in a way that was almost better than his tongue rolling languidly against her clit. Almost. She was still a red-blooded American woman.

  At first, he was gentle. After all, this was not Ian’s idea. Usually, if it were his idea, he’d spare no expense getting Kathryn off as soon as possible. That was assuming his sole purpose for going down on her was to get her wet enough for his cock.

  When he moved his tongue from her clit to her opening, Kathryn wondered if that still wasn’t his end game.

  Goodbye, world.

  It was amazing how easily his tongue filled her. Kathryn only jokingly referred to herself as a size queen, but was usually content with any size taking her over – if they were big, that was a bonus. When it came to tongues, however, things changed. Ian had taught her that, like cocks, tongues often followed the same rules of size vs. skill. Except Kathryn could never go back to a small tongue after Ian. He knew how to fill her, to soothe her, and to send her over the edge just from his tongue inside her alone.

  Oh, and the hot breath along her slit and the hum of his lips helped too.

  “You’re going to kill me,” Kathryn murmured, arms crossing over her chest. “Your cock better be getting hard for all this effort.”

  The growl against her pussy told her she needn’t have any concerns.

  “Make me come, baby.” Kathryn moved her hands over her breasts, reveling in feelings above and below. “Make me come all over your face.”

  She thought she heard him laugh down there. Still, Ian did not pull away from her or otherwise relent.

  If anything, he went at her harder.

  His tongue wrapped around her clit, his lips pursing, cursing, and taking over every inch of her folds. His fingers stroked her opening, caressing the sensitive nerves around the edge before entering her. Kathryn groaned, one hand shooting to his head and pulling his hair.

  When she caught sight of his eyes, narrow and determined, gazing back at her…. Kathryn said fuck it and began thrusting her hips against his face.

  With every passing second, another part of her was filled by his fingers. Fingers that curled, searched, and found her innermost places. Kathryn contained a yelp of pleasure as Ian pounded his fingers into her, unrelenting in his passion against this pivotal spot.

  His lips around her clit and the arrogant look in his eye only sent her over the edge.

  “Oh my God!” Orgasm tore through Kathryn, and she couldn’t contain her sounds anymore. Oftentimes when she found herself in this position, she stopped caring if anyone could hear her. Who gave a shit if the other guests – who weren’t even supposed to be there that weekend – heard her getting the fuck of her life? Who cared if they found out how good her relationship with her boyfriend was? Kathryn always had something to prove. Tonight she was proving to the world that Ian Mathers, boyfriend extraordinaire, knew how to fuck her to oblivion.

  He continued to finger and suck her through her orgasm, watching her convulsions as every shudder claimed Kathryn’s body. She felt her core release more than orgasm – it released every bit of sexual frustration within her. The frustration that translated into her dominating personality. Yeah, that got all over his face.

  “Shit, that’s hot.” Ian backed his face away, but his fingers remained inside her. “Both literally and figuratively. Good job, my darling.”

  Kathryn exhaled, but did not dare close her legs yet. Ian was standing, unzipping his trousers and showing her how rigid he had become during all that. “That’s a good look on you,” Kathryn said. “I should come on your face more often.”

  Ian put one knee on the couch as he loomed over her, the scent of “Kathryn Alison” overpowering her as her boyfriend’s face came closer and closer to hers. Their kiss was also laced in this delicious trap. I don’t taste so bad, if I do say so myself. Her favorite way of sampling her own taste was like this, on the lips of her beloved.

  “I was under the impression you do that quite often, Ms. Alison.” Ian kissed her throat, lining his cock up with her wet opening. Kathryn had to not sigh at this inopportune moment. She had important things to say.

  “As I said, Mr. Mathers, not often enough. Now fuck me good.”

  Ian pulled his lips away, cock tentatively penetrating her. Drive me fucking crazy, why don’t you? He touched her enough to make her relax open, but her body ached to have him fill her right here, right now. Kathryn was exposed on this couch in a friend’s house. Anyone could come through that door at any moment. They would see her pushed on this couch, taking her Dom’s cock as he claimed her for everyone to hear and see.

  Kathryn wasn’t one to put on a show of copulation in front of others, but she was into the idea of being caught like this.

  And that was how she knew her headspace had gone from aggressive to submissive.

  That and the hand gently curling around her throat. The weightlessness of it told her she was not in danger of choking. The tension in Ian’s grip, however, told her she was now his plaything.

  “I don’t mind having you all over my face, darling,” Ian said with his deep, domineering voice he saved for flirtation and, well, sex. “But you have to understand I do it for more than your pleasure. I get a lot out of it, you know.” He emphasized his point by easily pushing into her, his cock reaching far, far into her body and making her throat gasp in his grip. Thank you, thank you, thank you! This was the fullest, the most connected she had felt with her Ian in many weeks. Their quickies since reuniting a few days ago were too quick to fully appreciate how good his cock felt inside her. Especially with that wide tip that practically tore into her, forging a path for his long shaft that kept her slick and ready to take more. I think I might die if I tried that, though.

  Kathryn gripped his wrist with one hand and reached between her thighs with the other. Her clit was so wet that she almost couldn’t keep a finger on it.

  “I missed seeing you like this, Katie,” Ian said softly, using the only real term of endearment that made Kathryn shiver. “Katie” was what she called the submissive inside of her. And now here she was, coming to the forefront of her headspace and begging her Dom to use her in ways he hadn’t used her in over one long, soul-draining month. “I know you’ve missed feeling me like this, too. What do you say for finally getting what you want?”

  The ability to speak on command was lost to her for more than a few seconds. “Thank you…”

  “Thank you, what? Don’t be rude.”

  His firm tone washed over, easing her into her role as his obedient submissive, born for the sole purpose of serving his every need. “Thank you, sir.”

  “That’s right.” Ian li
fted his hips, taking Kathryn’s with him. She whimpered, soundless words falling from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut and felt him pierce her against the couch. “Now you’re going to come on me again. And I’m going to come all over you.”

  I sure fucking hope so!

  Ian thrust into her once, hard, pushing deep into her and showing how much mastery he had over this moment. Kathryn didn’t have to think. She didn’t even have to move. Her role was to lie there with her legs spread wide open and take her Dom’s cock inside her, massaging his length and urging him to release himself inside her. With his left hand still around her neck, Ian used his right to pull her leg higher against the back of the couch, spreading her so open that he slammed in and out of her with almost no friction.

  It was torture. It was bliss.

  “Ian…” Within ten seconds Kathryn already felt another orgasm build within her. The grunts in his body and the sound of their slick union did not help matters. It all overwhelmed her, guaranteeing that she would fulfill Ian’s wishes… assuming that was what he really wanted. “I’m gonna…”

  “Come for me, my sweet.” He sounded slightly crazed. In control, but definitely enjoying every second of this. It had been over a month for him as well. “I want you coming so hard that you can’t let me go.”

  She could do that. She could really do that.

  “Ian!” Her body betrayed her wish for silence. Between her vocal chords screaming inside her mind, and her wetness nothing more than a melody to her senses, Kathryn was going to come so hard, indeed. “Fuck me, please!”

  She was pushed over the precipice when Ian changed his pace, going from long, arduous thrusts to quick, pumping motions that continuously stroked every inch of Kathryn’s insides. She moaned so loudly that Ian had no choice but to move his hand from her neck to her mouth, muffling her cries of climax and containing a loud groan himself.

  With him stifling her, Kathryn released everything pent up inside. The month of loneliness, the weeks of sexual solitude, and the soul-crushing desire to have this man be one with her in the most delightful of ways.

  She opened her eyes in time to see Ian’s bearing down upon her, overtaking her ability to think about anything but the pleasure she was giving him in turn. When her inner walls claimed him for herself, Ian growled in appreciation and completely turned the tables on this naughty tryst in an office that belonged to neither of them.

  Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod… Kathryn’s mind blanked out, succumbing to endless pleasure as her orgasm refused to abate. Instead she was trapped in a cyclone of unyielding desire, her body unable to come down from its high. The plateau she endured challenged her ability to stay within herself, because all she wanted was to escape to another world where nothing mattered but this pleasure and how Ian gave it to her.

  For he was taking her there. The man had a mission for both himself and Kathryn, thrusting into her with such determination that she did not doubt for a single second that she belonged to him. This was it. This was her reason for being alive in this very moment. No matter what happened outside of this office, they would always have this moment. They may be crowded out in the house, but they found their slice of paradise in this room…

  The sound exploding from Kathryn’s body brought Ian to nirvana with her.

  Kathryn felt him climax before hearing it, as often was the case with making love. Yet this time it came a whole two seconds before, as if Ian couldn’t even feel it for himself at first. That’s how good I am. Kathryn clenched around his cock, refusing to let him go as he released every drop of his pressure into her.

  And the sound he made? Kathryn nearly died from the rough, animalistic sound emanating from his throat. She felt like she was being caught and claimed by the most basic of all human desires... Sex and love. She would revel in both.

  As his thrusts slowed, Ian released Kathryn’s mouth and leg, letting her collapse into the couch and catch her breath. Slowly, she came down from her high, her long, arduous orgasm dissipating through her body until she could function again. “Oh my God,” she whispered, opening her eyes to see Ian struggling to stay looming over her. “That was the fucking best. I haven’t come that hard in forever.”

  “Forever is a long time,” Ian said, breathless, his hips struggling to pull back from her. Where do you think you’re going? Kathryn was greedy and possessive when it came to sex. Ian wasn’t going anywhere. “Unless you mean a month is forever.”

  In truth, “forever” went back to two or three weeks before they were separated. What? He can’t pitch a no-hitter every time we fuck. Winning the game by the seventh inning stretch and smacking some home runs out of the park was enough for Kathryn. In fact, she was pretty sure she couldn’t survive coming that hard every time she had sex.

  “I love you, Katie,” Ian said, fingers losing purchase on the back of the couch. “But I really need my cock back.”

  “No you don’t.” Kathryn’s nails ran along his sweater, feeling the strength that took her to heaven and back. “It’s going to stay right here inside me forever.” The man underestimated the strength of her kegels.

  “Fantastic. My girlfriend’s dick drunk.”

  “Doesn’t take much these days.”

  As reality settled back in, Kathryn released her hold on Ian and let him pull out of her. The worst part. Not just because it marked the end of their lovemaking, but because feeling his wide tip pull past her opening was uncomfortable at best. A good kind of uncomfortable, but uncomfortable nonetheless.

  “That is one of the hottest things in the world.” Although as wiped out as Kathryn, Ian still managed a diabolical smile as he watched his seed spill from Kathryn’s stretched opening. Hope James doesn’t use this couch much. Kathryn did not give a single shit right now. Endorphins were too powerful. “You’re amazing, my love.”

  He finally joined her on the couch, carefully putting himself away as he sighed against the plush leather and leaned against Kathryn’s shoulder. She gradually closed her legs and pulled her shirt back down. “That took two people to make happen.”

  “Don’t I know it.”

  They waited five more minutes, cuddling together on the couch, nibbling one another’s lips, and whispering the words they had wanted to say over the past month. By the time they realized how long it had been since they left the dinner table, they were rushing to put their clothes back on, Kathryn wondering where the nearest bathroom was.

  “Think they missed us?’ Ian asked, when she emerged from the small water closet attached to the office. “I bet our dinners are cold.”

  She linked her arm with his and snaked her fingers along his hand. “We ate dessert first anyway.”

  “You didn’t eat anything.”

  Kathryn kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear. “Later. In bed.”

  Indeed, their dinners were quite cold when they got back to the table.

  Chapter 6

  Jasmine

  If there was anything Jasmine Bliss did not understand about the world of the elite and rich, it was the parlor games they started up for a lack of anything else to do – and from too much after-dinner booze.

  Henry Warren was up for the latest round of charades. Jasmine sat in the middle of the couch, between Ethan and Monica, watching in wonder and horror as the tall, blond man held up two fingers and began dancing around like an idiot. This is the least composed I have ever seen him. Also the drunkest.

  “Singer!” Monica called. And that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard her speak.

  When Henry shook his head, everyone went back to the drawing board.

  “Politician,” Ethan said. “Dancing fucking monkeys.”

  Of course those two would be on the same wavelength. Jasmine had a feeling that two lovers of Monica Graham would have to think the same way. No wonder Henry and Ethan were such close pals during dinner.

  After nodding, Henry commenced holding up his fist and acting like he was going to punch
himself.

  “Oh man,” a half-drunk Ian said into his glass of cognac. “I can’t remember their fucking names. I’m… I’m too drunk.”

  “It’s on the tip of my tongue.” Kathryn slapped her boyfriend’s thigh in her excitement.

  “That’s not all on the tip of her tongue.”

  Kathryn smacked his flesh so hard that Ian almost dropped his glass in surprise.

  “Raymond Mitchell,” Ethan said, on the verge of a yawn. “Next.”

  Jasmine patted her boyfriend’s leg. Someone’s getting sleepy. When it came close to Ethan’s bedtime, he had a habit of growing an attitude that did not make him the life of the party. It made Jasmine feel like she had to apologize for him every five minutes. Except they were with friends – or at least Henry and Monica were friends. And Nadia, Jasmine supposed.

  Nadia, who got up from the corner she was working in and approached her employer with trepidation… “What should I do about the charts due on Monday?” she whispered, kneeling next to Ethan’s seat. “Do you want them done tonight or tomorrow?”

  “Tonight would be better, but don’t tax yourself.”

  “I think I’ll go up to my room and work on them.” Nadia went back to the desk she worked at, gathered her things, turned down a glass of cognac from Eva standing in the corner, and left the study.

  Eva put the glass down with a huff. Even though she said nothing, everyone knew what she was thinking when she crossed her arms. Poor Nadia. Or was that poor Eva? No, it was definitely poor Nadia, who was working herself to ragged overtime. During dinner, Nadia confessed she took on this extra work so she could buy her parents a vacation for Christmas. Sex, even with a stud like Eva, was probably the last thing on her mind. She could probably use it.

  “You’re up, Cole.” Henry tossed Ethan the bowl full of paper slips. “Time to be a thespian.”

  Ethan caught the bowl, but handed it to Jasmine without a second thought. “Think I’m going to pass.” He finished his glass of cognac and turned down the fresh glass Eva still had in her hand. “I’m really tired. I’d rather turn in early and get a fresh start tomorrow.” He looked to Jasmine. “We’re going for a walk in the woods bright and early.”