Billionaire's Playmate

by Chance Carter

  “Darling, you don’t have to share with us,” Mom said, trying to brush over the topic.

  Casey shook her head. “No, it’s alright,” she said. “I didn’t have the money to pay for my last year of tuition, so I decided to take the year off to save up money.” My parents nodded with understanding. “I found my job I have now, and I enjoy it, so I just never went back.”

  “Your parents must be proud of you for working so hard,” Dad said. Dear lord. Could this conversation have taken any worse of a turn? They were hitting all the topics I hoped so desperately they would avoid. Up until that point, I was thankful that no one had asked too much about her family. They’d stuck to basics, like whether she had any siblings. I knew Casey didn’t need to be reminded of her broken family life, but here my family was, bringing it up.

  “Let’s change the topic,” I nudged. I knew I was being less-than-subtle, but I still thought it would be better than making Casey take a trip down memory lane. Instead, Casey surprised me by opening up to my family. She told them about her mother’s death, and how she’d spent her teenage years in foster care, and that she had been on her own since she was 18. She didn’t go into too much detail, but she gave enough to satisfy everyone’s curiosity without feeling like she was baring her soul to them.

  My dad’s response to her story caught everyone by surprise, possibly more so than Casey’s detailing of her history. “Well, then, I was right,” he said. “Your mom must be proud of you for working so hard.”

  Casey mouthed a “thank you” to him as we subtly changed the topic to something less intense. My mom launched into a story about one of her book club meetings, but I didn’t particularly care to listen. Something in the mood of the room had changed. It was like we were a family, instead of a family plus a new girlfriend. I could tell from the look in Casey’s eyes that she was glad to have been honest with them. Likewise, I could tell from the satisfied looks on my siblings’ faces that they admired Casey’s honesty and all that she had overcome.

  I finally looked at my watch as a hint to my mother that we were ready to head out. Thankfully, she picked up on my signal.

  “It’s been a pleasure chatting with you, Casey,” Dad said as we got up from the table. “You’re quite impressive, young lady.”

  Casey blushed. “Thank you so much for having me.”

  “We’ll see you tomorrow,” Mom said, filling our hands with Ziploc bags full of desserts we were far too full to eat. “5:30 sharp. Don’t be late.”

  Before I could answer, I heard Casey’s cheerful voice next to me. “We won’t! Promise!”

  Chapter 21

  Casey

  As the Heart song came to a close, I found myself wanting to reveal another facet of myself to Alexander. “I have to confess something,” I said as Alexander hit 80 miles per hour on the highway.

  “You hated my family,” Alexander said, half-asking. “I’m so sorry, Case. I had no clue they were going to ask about your family.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not it!” I had surprised myself with how comfortable I was with Alexander’s family. I’d never opened up that quickly to a group of people before, but I somehow felt safe with them. I had no regrets telling them about my past. “They were sweet!”

  “Then it’s my mom. Damn. I knew she came on too strong,” Alexander said.

  I giggled. “Not that! It’s more of a…umm…sexual confession.”

  Alexander’s face lit up. “In that case, I’m all ears.”

  “I’ve always fantasized about, you know, having sex in a… seedy motel,” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was sharing this information with Alexander, especially on the way to our fancy hotel, but I felt that my secret was safe with him.

  Alexander jokingly scratched his head, as if he was deep in thought. “Hmm.” Without giving me a chance to say anything else, Alexander pressed a few buttons on his cell phone, and the ringing came over the speakers of the car.

  “Alexander…what?”

  A scratchy voice came through the other end of the call. “Tampa Sheraton, this is Michael, how may I assist you?”

  “Hi, Michael,” Alexander said. “My name is Alexander Preston, and I have a suite booked at your hotel tonight. I just wanted to let you know we’re going to be a few hours late.”

  “Not a problem, Mr. Preston. We’ll see you then,” the man said.

  The laughter I had been holding back erupted as I asked Alexander why he’d done that. His answer came in the form of a sharp turn off the highway into a parking lot. The sign told me we were at the Rowdy Motor Inn. Its twinkling lights were half-broken, and the entire building was in need of a serious paint job. “What is this?”

  “One seedy motel, at your service,” Alexander said.

  “You must be joking,” I said.

  Alexander grinned. “Your wish is my command.”

  I followed Alexander up to the reception window, which was covered in cracked glass and fingerprint smudges. He requested a room for the night and, as I’d gathered, they had plenty of vacancies. The nondescript man behind the counter took Alexander’s $40 in cash and handed him a key to room 101.

  “Are we really doing this?” I asked as I skipped down the sidewalk. Instead of responding, Alexander slipped off his jacket and quickened his pace.

  The motel room was everything I’d imagined. It had decades-old wallpaper with ugly-looking floral patterns, and the rugs looked as if they hadn’t been shampooed or replaced in at least a dozen years. The single king was the main focus of the room. With an unattractive pattern, it was the epitome of every seedy motel I’d fantasized about. I didn’t know where the fantasy had stemmed from, but I suppose that’s what made it so interesting.

  I removed my scarf from around my neck as I drew in a deep breath. I was still a bit full from the extensive dessert spread Alexander’s mother had put out, and I hoped that any indigestion would hold off until after my little rendezvous with my sexy man.

  Alexander danced closer to me and pulled my sweater over my shoulders. I looked down at my unclothed bump and hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a hindrance. Hormones made no sense, I decided. They got me all revved up, but they put this giant belly in my way. Lucky for me, Alexander didn’t seem to mind. In one swift motion, he removed his shirt and flexed. He then leaned me over the bed, my stomach facing down, and gave me a nice, firm spank.

  “Ooh, daddy. I’ve been naughty,” I cooed.

  I felt Alexander’s cold hands make their way down my back and pull down my leggings and thong.

  His hand landed on my ass a second time, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through me.

  “You’ve been such a naughty little slut,” he teased, and his firm hand came back down again, even harder.

  “Show me how naughty I’ve been, daddy.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

  My butt was pink and burning and I wriggled it at him sassily.

  He pressed himself against me, squeezing my thick buttocks and kissing my neck. Alexander’s swollen flesh was warm against mine as he pulled down his pants and boxers to let it break free. Hot and bothered, I turned to face him and gripped his cock in one hand. With the other hand, I felt up his spectacular muscles. He let out a satisfied moan that only made me want to squeeze harder and kiss deeper.

  I ran my hands up and down his creamy skin as I clawed with desperation. Beads of sweat from his body soaked mine. He found his way on top of me and alternated between kissing my neck and caressing my perky tits with his tongue. I felt my nipples grow tight, and my mouth fought to find his. His perfect, juicy tongue danced with mine as I searched for an outlet for my passion.

  Alexander stood up, bringing me with him. Our bodies were one. I felt his strong hands grip my ass as we landed on the floor in a tangle. We didn’t miss a beat. I got on top of him, and, though he had a brief look of confusion, he let me take the lead. Before having our bodies collide once again, I moved downward and took his raging erection deep into my mouth. I fe
lt up his rock-hard abdomen as I caressed his growing shaft with my tongue.

  I continued toying with his cock, running my tongue around the head in circles, until I felt it throb in pre-orgasmic pleasure.

  It was time.

  I adjusted my body on top of him to let him fill me completely. He slid inside me so perfectly it made me cry out in pure joy.

  His hardness felt like pure bliss as I rocked back and forth. I went fast and let him absorb me. He was big in every way possible. I breathed in slow, desperate rhythms as Alexander teased my breasts. With each careful move, I felt him deeper, stronger inside of me. I could feel my soft flesh becoming drenched in excitement, and I rode him until shots of pleasure began to surge through my body. I felt his warm, wet orgasm inside of me as I screamed out in pleasure.

  As my orgasms washed over me, he poured spurts of cum powerfully into the very core of my body. The sensation was mind-bending. I cried out with each surge of his semen, the orgasms refusing to give way.

  Eventually, my body was too exhausted for any more pleasure and the orgasms subsided.

  I was numb. My inner thighs were stiff as I shuddered in completion. The explosion of release filled me, and I couldn’t move for several moments. I had never felt such intense release. “Wow,” was all Alexander could muster, much like how I’d been the first time we had made love. He’d said what I was thinking. This had, by far, exceeded every wild fantasy of mine.

  We laid in a clumsy pile on the floor as we let our fingers intertwine. “I love you,” I said.

  “I love you, too,” Alexander said. The desire in the air was palpable, and we laid in blissful silence for several minutes, basking in our passion. Without so much as another word, we dove in for another round of lovemaking.

  Our hands felt every part of one another as we let our lips do most of the work this time. Alexander’s kiss was intoxicating. Our tongues slipped between each other’s lips as we made our way back onto the bed. I decided to let Alexander take the lead this time. As our lips remained magnetized to one another, his delicate but firm fingers made their way inside of me. I moaned as he slowly made his way further. His moves with his fingers were just as deliberate and sexy as his moves with his cock. He made his way toward my most sensitive spot as I cried out with pleasure as another shower of orgasms washed over me.

  If I had to rate our motel room on a scale of one to ten, as compared to the room we received upon our arrival at the Sheraton, it would have been a negative five. Though the Rowdy Motor Inn was the site of deep pleasure, it was the epitome of seedy motels. The Sheraton was gorgeous from the moment we stepped inside. I felt like we were on a luxurious vacation, instead of simply on a trip to see Alexander’s family. From the lobby, the outdoor pool, an oasis complete with lounge chairs and a hot tub, was visible, and I also learned from Alexander that there was an indoor pool.

  The hotel room was the biggest of any I’d ever stayed in. Of course, this wasn’t saying much, as most of my getaways had been with college friends on a tight budget. Suites had never even been on my radar. Nonetheless, having a living area and a bedroom in the same hotel room was something completely new to me.

  “Wow,” I whispered as I put my bags down.

  “You like?” Alexander half-said, half-asked. I nodded. “Only the best for my beautiful girlfriend.”

  Feeling the baby kick in my stomach, the word “girlfriend” sent me taking the smallest step backward, but only because it felt like such a measly word in relation to our situation. I suppose it sounded better than “baby mama”, so I shrugged it off. I wouldn’t let my oversensitivity ruin our stay. Alexander leaned in for a kiss, and I obliged. “Everything has been incredible, babe,” I said.

  Alexander smiled. “I’m glad.” He changed into workout clothes and headed off to tone his already-perfect muscles at the fitness center. I stayed back in the comfort of the fluffy hotel bed and basked in the magnificence of this trip.

  Chapter 22

  Alexander

  Christmas Eve day in the Preston family was no big deal, but Christmas Eve was even more exciting than Christmas day. For as long as I could remember, we’d have Christmas Eve dinner at six o’clock—always with my mother’s famous cooking—and hang the Christmas ornaments, open presents, and head to a light show at a nearby field.

  It was something we’d all looked forward to since Connor and Patrick were old enough to walk and talk. I was excited, albeit a bit nervous, to have Casey with us to participate in the festivities this year. I’d watched enough awful TV movies to know that Christmas was a horrible time of year for those who came from broken—or nonexistent— families, so I just hoped that Casey would be alright with the big hoopla we put on every year.

  Casey woke up with bad morning sickness, so our morning was spent lounging around the hotel room and watching Law & Order reruns in between her trips to the bathroom. I wished desperately that I could help her feel better, but that was one thing beyond my control. When she was finally feeling better, we decided to head down to the indoor pool on the fourth floor so I could swim laps and Casey could relax.

  “I look ridiculous in my bathing suit,” Casey said, looking in the full-length mirror as she tugged the suit over her bump.

  I pulled up my swim trunks and turned to face her. How could she think that? She was stunning, even with a frown on her face. The sunlight from the window was hitting her at just the right angle, and her skin was glowing as if she were an angel. “Don’t be silly, babe,” I said. “You look gorgeous.” I walked over and planted two kisses, one on her lips, and one on the bit of skin that was showing in her two-piece.

  An hour at the pool turned into an hour showering and getting ready. Finally, it was time for the Preston family Christmas festivities to begin. “You don’t have to participate in anything you’re not comfortable with,” I said to Casey on the car ride over. “I know some of our traditions are ridiculous. If you don’t want to go to the light show or hang ornaments, we can always—”

  “Don’t be silly,” Casey laughed. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you told me about it.” Her smile reassured me that Christmas Eve was going to be fine.

  I shrugged. “You’ve been warned.”

  Connor greeted us at the door and led us into the living room, where Christmas ornaments were dispersed across the floor. The aroma of lasagna wafted through the air and made me hope this year’s ornament shuffle would go faster than last year’s. “Time to decorate the tree!” Mom chirped.

  All six of us took turns shuffling through the ornaments, deciding which ones would make the cut this year. I was pleasantly surprised to see how fast Emily and Casey clicked. Emily was entering her final semester of her medical residency, and Casey worked at a fertility clinic, so I supposed they had that in common. They also happened to be two of the most talkative and fashionable women I knew.

  “Look at this one,” Dad said, holding an ornament out in Casey’s direction. “This is from when Alexander was two years old.” I didn’t have to look at the ornament he was holding to know that it was the one with a photo of me in my underwear holding maracas. Everyone had a nice laugh at my expense.

  “This one’s my favorite,” Emily said, holding up a crystal ornament with all of our names for everyone to see.

  “How about you, sweetie?” my mom asked, turning to me. “Do you have a favorite for the tree?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Whichever one will get me the lasagna the fastest.” As my joke sent my family into a frenzy of laughter, I noticed Casey walk off to the corner of the room. She dug through her purse and came back holding a small box.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Preston,” she said. Everyone stopped to look at her.

  “Please, call us Lynn and Marc,” Mom replied.

  Casey looked nervous as she adjusted her oversized dress to cover her bump. “Lynn and Marc, I just want to thank you for having me this Christmas. Alexander told me about your tradition and I thought maybe I could contribute.�
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  My mom took the box Casey’s hands and carefully removed the ribbon. “Oh my goodness, dear,” Mom said, staring intently at the contents of the box. “This is stunning!”

  “Let us see,” Emily said.

  “Yes, Lynn, can we see what it is?” my father asked, though it sounded like more of a statement than a question.

  Mom held up a multicolored ornament that had “Preston” written in large letters, and each of our names below it in a gorgeous script. I was just as surprised by the ornament as the rest of my family. I’d initially mistaken my mother’s fawning as fake, but I could tell by the looks on everyone’s faces that they genuinely loved the ornament.

  “It’s perfect, Casey,” Emily said. “Where on earth did you get it?”

  Casey’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pinkish-red. “Actually…umm…I made it.” Everyone—my dopy brothers included—told Casey how beautiful the ornament was and how talented an artist she was. We decided that the perfect spot for it on the tree was right next to my maraca ornament.

  “Babe, that was so sweet of you,” I whispered as we made our way to the dinner table. “I didn’t know you could paint.”

  Casey shrugged. “Just a little hobby of mine.” The smile she gave me was a sight I wouldn’t have minded seeing every day for the rest of my life. She made me feel like a teenager again. Still mesmerized by how well my family was taking to Casey, I took my seat between her and Patrick. It was time for Mom’s famous lasagna.

  As I turned to pass the bowl of Caesar salad to Casey, I found her facing the other way, engaged in conversation with my sister and mother. It had been one day since Casey had met my family, and already she was comfortable having conversations without needing me there. She really was incredible.

  Christmas Eve was the most exciting dinner in the Preston household, but also one of the quietest. We were all too busy chowing down on lasagna, meatballs, and salad. My parents asked Casey all the normal questions you might ask someone you’re getting to know—where she grew up, what she liked to do for fun—that they hadn’t already asked upon meeting her. She answered each question with grace and seemed to satisfy and impress my family. I almost spilled the beans about the pregnancy when I started to make a crack about Casey eating for two, but I stopped myself just in time.