Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance

by Dane, Cynthia

  “Come for me, Henry…”

  His hands snatched her shoulders, pulling her onto his cock as he groaned and came.

  “Henry!”

  No matter how many times she cried his name, it never felt wrong or too tired. How could it, when it only brought Monica closer to his heart? As he grunted, released himself, and left his fiancée full of his warm seed once more that day, Henry eased her back onto the bed and curled his arms around her.

  “Monica.”

  His effort to cry her name was instead a mere, breathless whisper. Monica snorted in amusement, her senses returning to her the longer she stayed in Henry’s arms.

  “Do you think anyone heard us?”

  Henry slapped his hand against his forehead. “I have no idea. I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to care.” He lowered his hand, looking at Monica through languid eyes. “Are you satisfied, Princess?”

  Monica kissed his bare chest, feeling like a spoiled princess indeed as she remained tight in his embrace. “I am very satisfied, Mr. Warren. Probably too satisfied to keep going tonight.”

  “Unfortunately, me too.”

  “Unfortunately? Isn’t it a good thing if we agree on that?”

  “I suppose so.”

  The sound reappeared. Outside of the room, but penetrating enough to enter Monica’s ear. What in the world is that? It was starting to get on her nerves.

  “I think you might be right, love,” Henry said, rubbing Monica’s arm. “I think this place might be haunted. And I don’t even believe in that sort of thing.”

  “You know what I do believe in?” Monica turned against his body, inhaling his musky scent as her hand dipped into his trousers and lovingly touched his softening erection. “Moments like these. I don’t care if our plans were disrupted this weekend, Henry. We’re together, making love, and that’s all that matters.”

  “Indeed. Besides, we have our whole lives to make plans. We’ve still got Christmas coming up, and then our honeymoon after the wedding…”

  “Don’t skip over the wedding, Henry. That’s the most romantic thing of all!”

  “I wouldn’t know much about it. I’ve never been married. And you’ve done the planning.”

  “Oh, don’t remind me.” Monica squeezed his chest. “I’m loving this weekend just for getting me away from that. You think your sister is stressed out? At least she’s doing grad school and not planning a 500-person wedding.”

  “Now, Monica… be fair.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Henry was quiet, his body relaxing into a doze as Monica breathed on his skin. She was content with joining him… until she heard that strange sound again.

  “Oooh.”

  The moment she realized what it was, Henry also opened his eyes and cursed his blasted luck.

  Chapter 8

  Kathryn

  There was definitely one way to beat the cold, especially in a guest room with a gas fireplace on the fritz. And that one way was to take a shower, put on pajamas, get under the covers, and give the boyfriend a blowjob.

  Such was Kathryn’s lot at a quarter after ten that night. Well, I told him I would earlier. She wasn’t a woman to go back on her word unless she had a damn good reason .And, really, being so cold that she only wanted to get beneath the covers and fool around was a good reason.

  It was supposed to be one of those relaxing moments together. Kathryn wasn’t in a hurry to get Ian off. If anything, she was looking to enjoy this evening as much as she could. Didn’t we come up here with the intent of romance? Some women would argue whether or not swallowing cock was romantic, but Kathryn didn’t care what those women thought. All she knew was that she got a huge kick out of bringing Ian to the edge and then pushing him back again.

  Tonight wasn’t about edging, however. Kathryn’s tongue and lips only cared about bringing him relaxing pleasure. Meanwhile, she would enjoy it as well.

  “You’re gorgeous down there,” Ian said, amazingly in control for a guy who had been getting head for going on ten minutes. Then again, his voice was laced in desire. He just wasn’t about to ram his cock down his girlfriend’s throat and make her choke on his cum. Thank God. I need some warning for that, thanks.

  Kathryn raised her brows and looked her boyfriend in the hazel eyes. The comforter covered the top of her head but let her eyes receive light – and the smug look radiating from Ian Mathers, the only man who would tell Kathryn she looked gorgeous sucking him off.

  She eased her mouth off, taking a deep breath as she grinned and delicately massaged his shaft. “I’d like to think I look gorgeous no matter what I do for you.”

  “Well, yes.”

  His hand brushed hair out of her face. For a moment, they shared a level of intimacy that made Kathryn blush. She loved this man and told him as much all the time. He loved her and took good care of her, in and out of the bedroom – or office, she supposed. And yet having him brush hair out of her eyes like that while she rubbed her nose along his musky body made her feel like a silly girl again. Some men have that power, I guess. It could be such a pain in the ass.

  “I’m serious.” Ian did an admirable job sounding serious while his cock hung outside his girlfriend’s mouth. “You look gorgeous all the time. Why would now be any different?”

  Kathryn kissed his shaft. “Your mood sure has changed from earlier.”

  ‘Oh, that? You mean when I was doing exactly what you wanted? Excuse me.”

  “No, excuse me, sir.”

  “She’s calling me sir!”

  “I do that all the time.”

  “Not on whims like that.” Ian gathered a chunk of Kathryn’s hair into his hand and gave it a gentle tug. “After earlier, I didn’t think you would care to do things like that.”

  “I was being facetious. Hm. And now you’re being mouthy, but not in the way that benefits me.

  “Shut up.”

  “Chop chop. Back to blowin’.”

  Sometimes Ian could be so… so… exasperating. Kathryn knew he did it to purposely get on her nerves, but oftentimes he was too much.

  At any rate, Kathryn knew how to get back at him.

  She wrapped her mouth around him again, eyes never leaving his as her tongue danced circles around his tip and her hand worked the base of his shaft. Ian cursed in ecstasy. Yeah, he thought he liked this now?

  Kathryn took him as far into her throat as she could. A sizable amount, considering his wide tip that made her feel like she was on the verge of choking. But she wouldn’t be able to… dig in… unless she had almost his entire length nestled comfortably in her mouth.

  Then she brought out her teeth and grazed the sensitive skin of Ian’s cock.

  “Fuck!” He never admitted to loving her teeth on him. Ian was a man who had been taught any set of teeth coming for his dick should be avoided at all costs. Indeed, if Kathryn weren’t as experienced as she was in the art of pleasing a man who is lying back and enjoying his blowjob… she wouldn’t even dare.

  However, she trusted herself. Ian trusted her. That’s all that mattered as she drew her teeth up and down his shaft, tongue and hand doing the brunt of the work. Ian became more rigid in her mouth, his precum generous as it covered Kathryn’s tongue and promised her more to come.

  The moment Kathryn closed her eyes so she could enjoy this, she heard Ian make the strangest sound. Like a pained moan coming from the depths of his soul.

  She pulled off him. “You okay?” she asked, pushing back the bed covers farther so she could get a better look at his face. Looked like how she left him a minute ago.

  Ian blinked a thousand times, bringing himself back to reality. “Yeah? Why the hell wouldn’t I be fine?”

  “You made a weird sound.”

  “Huh? I thought that was you.”

  :Kathryn heard it again .She realized it was coming from outside their room. “What the fuck is that?”

  If Ian cared, he sure as hell wasn’t going
to show it. He put his hand on Kathryn’s head and pushed her toward his cock. “Busy, Katie. We’re too busy to give a shit.”

  I have half a mind to actually bite him. Yet Kathryn couldn’t say no to finishing the job she started. She blocked out any sounds other than her heavy breaths in her head and his steady ones coursing through his body. Besides, she would much rather feel his heat and taste what made him a man. Her teeth and tongue agreed, stimulating her boyfriend’s cock in unison.

  “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.” Finally, tension was entering Ian’s voice. Kathryn rewarded his excitement with a hum in her throat. A hum that got her more precum and a shudder in the man beneath her. “Yup. Definitely gonna come. You better be ready, darling.”

  If Kathryn weren’t ready, she would have stopped, wouldn’t she?

  Don’t hold back. Oh boy, would he have loved to hear that come out of her mouth…

  Instead, they both had to make do with what soon went into her mouth.

  “Hang on, babe, I’m…” Yes, yes, I know. I can tell, thanks. Ian’s thighs swelled with heat, and his cock pulsed in impending climax. Not to mention the way his fingers dug into her scalp.

  The first burst of his seed hit her in the back of the throat, Ian groaning loudly where he lay. His hips thrust upward, forcing Kathryn to accommodate every stage of his orgasm in the small of her throat. The things I do for you ,Ian. The hot things. Sometimes literally, like the hot seed rolling off her tongue as she gradually pulled him out of her mouth.

  “Fucking hell,” Ian muttered, collapsing into his pillow. “That was fantastic.”

  Kathryn decided it was too cold outside of her comfy bubble, so she relegated herself to Ian’s thighs, where she pressed her cheek against his skin and pretended to be fascinated with his soon-to-be-flaccid cock. “You always know how to sweet talk me.”

  “I’d ask you to get up here and cuddle with me, but you seem pretty cozy down there.”

  “Indeed I am. Although I suppose we should go to bed soon.”

  “Why?” Ian slammed his arm down onto the bed, sighing. “We’re not doing anything tomorrow except hearing about Ethan Cole’s mycological discoveries.” He snorted through flared nostrils. “Or his pussy discoveries, based on that bullshit earlier.”

  Kathryn buried her face deeper into her boyfriend’s body. His hair tickles. Not the hair on his head. The hair where his other brain was located. “That was hot.”

  “I knew you were getting turned on.”

  “I mean, once I realized what was happening, all I could think about was cock, so…”

  “Oh, my slutty little nymph. What a treasure you are to me.”

  Kathryn laughed. Earlier, in the study, she and Ian began hearing what sounded suspiciously like Ethan Cole fucking his girlfriend Jasmine in the other room. Assuming the girl screamed like that, and Ethan himself could sound like a pack of wolves on the prowl. Shivers went down Kathryn’s spine then, and they went down it again now. Even though she had been thoroughly fucked by her boyfriend earlier, she still got wet listening to that young woman take her boyfriend like a pro. A pro dying, but a pro nonetheless.

  Wonder how that guy fucks. Either he was a total stud, or Jasmine Bliss was that easily entertained on the other end of a basic man’s cock. This is Ethan Cole we’re talking about. He could have the smallest dick in the universe, but I don’t doubt he’d know how to use it.

  “What in the world are you thinking about?”

  Kathryn dug her short nails into the hair growing at the top of Ian’s thigh. “Aw, a man who wants to know what I’m thinking after sex.”

  “You know I’m in love with you, then.” Ian chuckled. “Because I think you are the only woman I’ve asked that in my whole life.”

  “It’s because you know I’m thinking about sex. Or at least you. You and sex.”

  “Uh huh. Are you joining me up here or not? I’m itching to hold you in these arms.” Ian flexed his biceps, which seemingly appeared out of nowhere just to impress his girlfriend.

  “No way. It’s actually warm down here.”

  “Kathryn Margaret Alison.” Ian pulled back the cover, exposing Kathryn to the cold air that did not affect her boyfriend. “Get your hot ass up here and cuddle your man, damnit!”

  “Oh my God.” As chills – and not the sexy kind – overtook her, Kathryn heaved herself up the bed and landed in Ian’s hold. She pulled the covers behind her, but they didn’t quite make it up. Neither of them missed how Kathryn’s nipples suddenly speared her thin T-shirt. Again, not in the sexy way. They’re gonna freeze off. Then I’m suing Ian. He would be made to pay with oral sex at least once a day and a massive dicking every other. Oh, and he would fully submit to her once a week. Kathryn grinned at the thought.

  “There, that’s not so bad.” Ian readjusted them both until Kathryn was snugly in the crook of his arm, their legs entwining. “And neither are these.” Ian’s hand reached around and squeezed one of Kathryn’s breasts.

  “You’re so whiny and grabby.” Kathryn didn’t mean that. Well, maybe she meant that tonight, but Ian only acted this way when he was really in the mood to give her a big, hard time. “It’s because you’re such a mama’s boy.”

  “Let’s leave my mother out of this, please.”

  “As you wish, sir.”

  Ian pressed down upon her, kissing Kathryn’s lips with languished certainty. “I love it when you call me sir.”

  Their kiss ended when Ian couldn’t stand that position any longer. He leaned back, stretching both arms above his head as if he were the luckiest man in the universe. He probably thought he was.

  “Ian.”

  “Yeah?” He sounded half asleep already.

  “You deleted those pics I sent you off your phone, right?”

  “Which ones?”

  “You know which ones.”

  “No, I’m afraid I don’t know if you mean the ones of your wet pussy or of you dressed up like a hot teacher with your tits hanging out. They were separate occasions, and thus warrant different discussions.”

  “Please tell me you deleted those. I sent them to you in moments of utter weakness because I got so horny when we were apart.”

  “I deleted them, don’t worry.”

  “Thank God.”

  “You know those things still exist on some server somewhere, right?”

  “Shut up, Ian.” Kathryn patted his chest. “Besides, let’s think about how well I fucked myself both of those nights. Thinking about you, of course.”

  “Of course. Who else would you think about? I’m the only man who makes you make that sound when he gets all up in your business with his cock.”

  Kathryn winced. She knew that involuntary sound. The one she emitted when her pussy wasn’t quite ready for the width of his tip when he first thrust into her. “I’ve told you why I make that sound.”

  “Ah, yes, but I need you to tell me again. Tell me how great my cock is, Katie.”

  Kathryn slipped her hand between his legs and tenderly stroked his soft flesh. “I have no complaints.”

  “One of these days I’ll use it to make you sound like Ethan Cole’s woman when she’s screaming in another room.”

  “Maybe that’s something only Cole can do.”

  “If I ever get drunk enough to wife-swap with Ethan Cole, then I’ll count on you to let me know.”

  ‘Who said we had to be drunk?”

  “Fine. If he gets drunk enough to take you on.”

  “Like you’d let him.”

  Ian shrugged. “That man could probably use a Domme in his life.” He waggled his eyebrows much too easily for a man wiped out after two orgasms. “What do you say, Kathryn? Wanna spank Ethan Cole?”

  “Not really.”

  “You are no fun.”

  “I think this is your passive aggressive way of telling me you want to fuck Jasmine Bliss, or whatever her silly name is.”

  “I mean�
�� if I were single, and she were single, and she approached me, do you think I would say no? She’s hot.” Ian laughed. “And apparently a screamer.”

  “You are too much. If you want a screamer, order me to scream the next time you collar me.”

  “Oh, my darling.” Ian stroked her long blond strands, fingertips digging into her neck. “You already do.”

  Before Kathryn could say anything, she heard that sound again.

  “What the fuck is that?”

  “What?”

  “You don’t hear that?” In truth, Kathryn had heard it throughout her lovemaking with Ian, but had managed to ignore it while caught up in the moment. Yet now she couldn’t hear anything but that again. It was overpowering Ian’s heartbeat, for fuck’s sake.

  “I vaguely hear something that sounds kinda… spooky.”

  “Oh my God, don’t start that.” Kathryn didn’t believe in hauntings, per se, but as a child she was often petrified of any horror movie that hinged on religion or the afterlife. The Exorcist still gave her nightmares in the autumn. “If I weren’t freezing and lazy, I would send you out there to find out what the fucking hell is making that obnoxious sound.”

  “Me? Why the fuck me?”

  “Because you win the gender stereotype games in this case. Big manly man gotta go out and protect his woman from the bad things.”

  Ian rubbed his face with the back of his hand. “You are the definition of a pain in my ass sometimes.”

  Kathryn opened her mouth to speak, but was once again cut off by the rudest sound imaginable.

  This time it wasn’t ghost sounds. It was a man’s name. As shouted by a woman on the verge of sheer ecstasy.

  “Henry!”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Aren’t they down on the other end of the hall?”

  “James really needs to look into the insulation around here.”

  “James needs to look at his calendar more often!”

  “Henry!”

  Kathryn buried her face in Ian’s chest. “I guess Monica didn’t want to be outdone by her friend Jasmine.”