The Billionaire From Chicago: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (United States Of Billionaires Book 6)

by Simply BWWM

  “If you don’t want to try right now, we don’t have to,” he said, although every cell in his body screamed out at him not to; he wanted to get off as much as he ever had in his life.

  “No, I want to try,” Elizabeth said, leaning up onto the balls of her feet to kiss him lightly on the lips. “That’s what I’m here to do, right?”

  “Right,” Luke agreed. He pulled her close to him again and kissed her eagerly on the lips. Luke could feel the tension in his own body, the way it was humming through his veins. You’re here to have forty-eight hours of as much sex as possible with this woman. Worry about feelings later, he thought as the kiss deepened and heated up once again. Luke made himself hold back from going any further for a while longer, lingering at Elizabeth’s lips, letting his hands trail over her body slowly.

  Any pretense of dancing had long since been abandoned, but Luke didn’t want to move towards the couch or even to the guest bedroom just yet. But he also didn’t want to stop things altogether. It was actually nice, for once, to just stay in the moment, to be with someone, to be attracted and on edge, and to feel like he could pop almost at any time without going for it.

  “Are we actually going to get down to sex tonight, or is it just going to be extended foreplay?”

  Luke laughed at Elizabeth’s question and shook his head.

  “I thought you wanted a romantic night,” he countered.

  “I did, but I also know I’m only ovulating for a limited time,” Elizabeth pointed out. “Are you not ready for this?”

  “I am,” Luke said. He guided her hand down to the front of his jeans. “I definitely am. I haven’t done anything down there since you went back to Portland to pack things up.” Elizabeth barely touched him, and Luke groaned.

  “Oh, I can see that you’re ready for this,” Elizabeth said, smiling at him slightly.

  “Do you want to go into the guest room?”

  “Why don’t we start right here? That couch looks comfortable,” Elizabeth said.

  “That sounds like a plan,” Luke said. He steered her towards the couch.

  Chapter11

  Elizabeth felt her hands trembling as they moved towards the couch and took a deep breath to try and slow the rapid beating of her heart. As much as they’d both teased each other about how they were putting off actually getting down to business, Elizabeth had become more and more turned on as the evening progressed, remembering how good it had been the first time.

  Knowing that Luke hadn’t done anything--presumably not even masturbation--since their tryst made it even more significant. There was a very real chance that she was going to become pregnant as a result of what they were about to do.

  Luke tugged up the hem of her dress. and Elizabeth lifted her arms over her head to help him get it off her before reaching for his blazer to take it off of him. They began stripping each other’s clothes off with shaky, fumbling hands, kissing each other eagerly. Elizabeth tried to focus, but as Luke’s lips moved down to her throat, and from there to her collarbones and onto her chest, it was impossible to focus on anything other than the sensations coursing through her nerves.

  She pulled and tugged at Luke’s clothes, and before she knew it, they were both almost completely naked--all she had on were her panties.

  Luke pressed her down onto her back on the couch, and for a moment or two, they simply kept kissing, hands wandering everywhere. Luke’s lips moved down to her chest, and Elizabeth moaned as he claimed first one nipple and then the other one with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking the little nubs until they hardened and tightened, sending jolts of pleasure seemingly straight to her already-wet pussy. Elizabeth squirmed underneath him, writhing into his touches. She tried to reach down to touch him, but Luke gently pushed her hand away.

  “If you touch me like that, I’m going to lose it before I ever even get inside you,” he murmured, nibbling gently at the underside of her breast. Elizabeth gasped and shuddered, her hand tightening on his shoulder.

  “Just don’t want you thinking I’m letting you do all the work,” Elizabeth told him. Luke chuckled and shifted down to her abdomen, kissing and nibbling playfully.

  “Right now, I want to do all the work,” he told her, glancing up at her for just a moment. “Later on, you can make it up to me if you feel like it.”

  Elizabeth trembled as Luke made his way downward, working his way slowly towards her hips. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as the anticipation became unbearable. Luke pushed her legs further apart, spreading them, and Elizabeth let out a half-whimpering moan as she felt his breath against her soaking wet folds. Elizabeth gripped the fabric of the couch and Luke’s shoulder as she waited for him to close the distance between his mouth and her vulva.

  When he finally buried his face against her pussy, Elizabeth moaned out in pleasure, barely resisting the urge to push her hips down to shove herself against Luke’s mouth and nose. Luke began to lap at her inner labia, and Elizabeth gave herself up to the sensations he was giving her. He started out slow, tasting and probing her lightly, and then worked up to worshipping her with his mouth, barely flicking the tip of his tongue against her swollen, throbbing clitoris and then moving back down to her inner folds to taste her there.

  Elizabeth’s fingers tangled in Luke’s long hair, pulling slightly as he worked her with his lips and tongue, teasing her relentlessly. Her hips bucked and twisted to get the best contact with his mouth, but one of his strong arms held her down firmly enough that she couldn’t get what she wanted.

  For what seemed like an eternity, Luke kept her on the edge, bringing the tip of his tongue up to her clit to send little jolts of pleasure through her body and then backing off to keep her from hitting the climax she wanted so badly. Elizabeth moaned out, becoming more and more frustrated as Luke worked her with lips and tongue--and then, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more stimulation, with his fingers as well, sliding one and then two inside of her to wriggle and rub along her inner walls as he sucked and licked.

  Elizabeth was so on edge, so frustrated that she almost wanted to cry, when Luke’s mouth shifted against her dripping vulva. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue against the sensitive bead of nerves even as his fingertips brushed against her g-spot, rubbing the pleasure center of her body from inside and out at the same time.

  Elizabeth cried out, her toes curling and her hands tightening around Luke’s shoulder and in his hair as the tension reached an almost unbearable level inside of her before it finally snapped. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body, and Luke seemed to be intent on making it last as long as humanly possible, slowing down just enough to make sure the orgasm didn’t actually end and speeding back up just when Elizabeth thought that she was about to be finished.

  By the time Luke slowed to a stop, pulling back slowly and sliding his fingers gently out of her pussy, Elizabeth was almost completely spent, gasping and panting from the pleasure that continued to dance along her nerves in hot and cold aftershocks. She barely felt him press messy, wet kisses against her hip, along her abdomen, and then Luke was kissing her lips, and the taste of her sharp-sweet fluids on Luke’s tongue was oddly thrilling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him as if for life itself, kissing him back as her breathing gradually slowed.

  As she came back to herself, Elizabeth could feel the heat and hardness of Luke’s cock pressed up against her hip, and she remembered the whole point of that evening’s activities: they were supposed to be getting her pregnant. Not only that, but Luke had been going without sexual release for over a week--it was hardly fair for her to keep him in suspense. “Round two?” Luke chuckled, pulling back to look down into her eyes.

  “You’re ready already? This marathon of sex is going to be intense,” he said.

  “I just don’t want you feeling left out,” Elizabeth countered. “Besides, we’re supposed to be trying to get me knocked up, right?” Luke nodded.

 
“I guess you’re right,” he said. He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Just wanted to get the pump primed, so to speak. If you’re ready for round two, we can go ahead.” He rocked his hips against hers, and Elizabeth shivered at the feeling of his cock rubbing against her still-wet folds. She was almost too sensitive, but only just--in another minute or two, she thought, she would be fully turned on again and more than ready to feel him inside of her once more.

  “How many times do you think we can do this in the next forty-eight hours?” Elizabeth squirmed underneath him, giving Luke a playful grin.

  “I think we should definitely keep a scorecard,” Luke said. “And then, if we don’t get you knocked up this month, we should double it next month.” Elizabeth snorted.

  “Okay, that might be a bit extreme,” she pointed out.

  “Let’s keep a scorecard anyway,” Luke suggested. “I want to know how many times I can make you come in forty-eight hours.” Elizabeth giggled breathlessly.

  “Okay, that’s fair,” she said.

  They rubbed against each other for a few more moments until Elizabeth could feel the tension starting to build up deep down between her hips again. The music was still on, but she could barely follow it, too wrapped up in the sensations that Luke was giving her. “Okay, I think we’re both more than ready,” she said when she was too turned on again to be able to stand it for much longer.

  Luke shifted against her, and Elizabeth moaned as she felt the thick heat of his cock sliding inside of her in a slow, steady thrust. “I’m going to try and last as long as possible, but I’m pretty sure this first time at least is going to be pretty fast.” Elizabeth chuckled, kissing him lightly on the lips.

  “I think you can be forgiven for that after getting me off first,” she told him. Luke pushed all the way inside of her, and for a moment, they both laid still, holding each other, breathing as they enjoyed the feeling of each other’s bodies. Then, Luke began to move, rocking his hips against Elizabeth’s, sliding almost halfway out of her and then pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her own hips down to meet his thrusts, falling into the rhythm that Luke set.

  He felt so good inside of her--just the perfect size, a little larger than Elizabeth was fully comfortable with. Luke’s hand slipped between their bodies, and he began to stroke and rub her clit in between his thrusts, starting out gentle and then working up to more intensive touches as they both built up speed.

  Elizabeth touched him everywhere her hands could reach and kissed his face, his neck and shoulders, becoming more and more turned on by the moment. Luke began to pick up his pace, building up speed, and Elizabeth moaned against his neck as his hard, fast thrusts sent little jolts of pleasure through her body; every third or fourth thrust brought the tip of his hard, thick cock up against her inner pleasure center, even as his fingers sent more crackling jolts of electric sensation through her, starting from her clit.

  She had thought that it was almost certain that Luke would come before she had the chance to get close again, but as they moved together, Elizabeth could feel the telltale tension mounting between her hips as she became more and more powerfully turned on. Luke moaned as Elizabeth’s inner muscles flexed around him, thrusting into her harder and faster. “God, I’m so close,” Luke muttered as they moved together.

  “Don’t worry about getting me off, then,” Elizabeth suggested.

  “No, I want you to come too,” Luke insisted. She could feel the tension in his body, across his shoulders and down his back as he held back, waiting for her to reach a fever pitch as well. Just knowing that Luke was on the edge, that he was barely holding himself back for the sake of her getting off, was almost enough to bring Elizabeth to the edge as well.

  When Luke ducked down and began to suck and lick her nipples as well, somehow managing to balance that activity with his touches and his hard, fast thrusts, it was more than Elizabeth could take. She felt the tension give way, and the first waves of orgasm began to wash through her again.

  It wasn’t quite as intense as her first climax, but when Luke felt her body tightening around him, and Elizabeth moaned again and again against his lips and neck and shoulder as she came, it was enough to send him over the edge as well. They moved together as hard and fast as they could, Elizabeth pushing her hips down as much as she could, Luke slamming into her even as his fingers worked her clit, and the orgasm they shared seemed to go on for ages--longer than the first one, Elizabeth thought later.

  They kept moving until they were both utterly spent, panting and gasping as they collapsed into a tangled heap of limbs on the couch. Elizabeth felt relaxed in a way she hadn’t felt since the last time they’d had sex--and even then, she thought absently, she wasn’t sure it had been, good as it was, as amazing as it had been this more recent time. She caught her breath gradually, her pulse slowing as aftershocks coursed through her system, tingling along her nerves.

  “That was pretty great, I have to say,” she said breathlessly.

  “I thought it was awesome,” Luke agreed. “And from what I read, we should stay exactly like this for at least fifteen minutes, and then we can go at it again in another position.” Elizabeth laughed.

  “Okay, fifteen minutes might be enough,” she said. Luke nodded, pulling himself up off f her just enough to be able to look into her eyes.

  “Are you going to be disappointed if I don’t knock you up this time?” Elizabeth shook her head.

  “It will mean more incentive for you to have more sex with me next month,” she pointed out. “And from where I’m sitting--or rather, lying down--right now, that sounds like a pretty sweet deal for me.” Luke laughed.

  “We’ll see how you feel at the end of this particular marathon of unsafe sex,” he suggested.

  “Can I get some more of the prosecco?” Luke considered that question for a moment.

  “Let’s get you into a good position to keep the baby-batter in you as long as possible,” he said. Elizabeth cringed.

  “You are never, ever allowed to call it that again,” she told him. Luke grinned, carefully sliding out of her and shifting so that he could find her glass and refill it.

  “Here,” he suggested, climbing off of her entirely. “Put your legs up on these pillows, and you can sit up a bit, so you don’t spill the wine all over your face.” He shifted her around so that her hips were elevated, but she could still drink, and handed Elizabeth her prosecco. She took a sip and wondered absently if she should stop drinking right then, but that seemed a bit extreme. She would give up alcohol completely starting the next day, and that would be good enough.

  Luke settled near her, and for a while, they just enjoyed each other’s presences, cooling off after the intensity of their sex. “I think if you feel up to it, we should head up to the bedroom once the twenty minutes is over,” Luke suggested.

  “I definitely want to test out that huge bed and also that amazing bathroom,” Elizabeth told him. “This should be a fun forty-eight hours.” Luke chuckled and pressed a playful kiss to her forehead.

  “Might as well enjoy ourselves, right?” Elizabeth nodded.

  “Right,” she agreed. She sipped the prosecco again and relaxed, trying not to think about the fact that thousands of sperm were, at that moment, trying to get to an egg deep inside of her body. Elizabeth reminded herself that whatever was going to happen would happen, and that she shouldn’t worry about the situation too much for another week or two; she should just enjoy herself as much as possible.

  “How long has it been?” She was torn between wanting to see how Luke improved on their first session of the two days they would be having sex and almost wishing that they could stop there, but that wasn’t the best way to ensure she got pregnant, and Elizabeth reminded herself that --not pleasure, not even the intimacy of togetherness--was the point. Even if she was glad she was doing this with Luke, and even if he was the best lay she’d ever been with, Elizabeth told herself she had to keep in
mind that it was only a means to an end: it was only for the purpose of getting her pregnant to have Luke’s baby. And then, the intimacy would be over, and she would be able to focus on growing a baby inside of her body and start preparing to go back to her real life.

  Chapter12

  Luke listened as Elizabeth got out of the shower in the master bathroom and smiled slightly to himself. They’d had sex twelve times in forty-eight hours, and now--after they both had finally gotten a full night’s sleep--Elizabeth was taking a shower, and then they would have breakfast, and she would go home to get back to a project she was working on. For his own work, Luke had to meet with his accountant and do some checking on the cryptocurrency markets to make sure everything was going the way that it should.

  Within weeks, he hoped, they would know whether or not Elizabeth had become pregnant; she was supposed to have her period in the next two weeks, and technically pregnancy tests could find out up to a week before that, but it wasn’t as reliable, and they wanted to wait until they could do a test at the actual doctor’s office.

  Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one of his towels, and Luke felt his cock starting to stir at the sight of her, but he knew neither of them had the energy or enthusiasm for another round of sex.

  “So, I guess it’s back to normal life as much as possible after this,” Elizabeth said. Luke shrugged.

  “I mean, it’s not like we’re going our separate ways,” he pointed out. “Besides, we should see each other while we’re in the waiting period before we find out. It’ll make it less awkward if we have to start having sex several times a week next month.” Elizabeth snickered.

  “Considering we just had sex twelve times in two days, I kind of feel like we’ve gone beyond awkward,” she said.

  “Do you think you’re going to be pregnant?” Elizabeth let the towel fall away from her body, and Luke couldn’t help enjoying the sight of her, naked in his bedroom. Even though he knew there was no more sex for at least a couple of weeks, Elizabeth’s curves were distracting; she was every bit as appealing to look at as she had ever been.