My Unexpected Family: California Billionaires Book 3

by Harlow James

  “I live for fun, Silas.”

  “Then let’s do it. Let’s fuck each other’s brains out, and then I’ll have a tequila story to rival them all.”

  “Damn right, because not everyone gets to drink tequila with me,” she states proudly, reaching up to run her fingernails down the back of my neck.

  I lean my forehead against hers and say in a low growl, “I don’t want to drink anymore. I want to taste you instead.”

  “You’re sure? You’re not going to get all awkward tomorrow morning when we have to be around our friends? You’re not going to stalk me online and blow up my phone?”

  I love that she’s talking to me like I’m the woman in this relationship. No, not a relationship. One-night-stand. Or… whatever.

  “Nope. I’m cool. As a cucumber. Or an ice cube. Wait, no ice cream. Yeah, ice cream is cold… And I don’t even have your phone number,” I stutter while holding up a finger.

  “Silas.” She pushes a finger against my lips to silence me. “Stop talking before you ruin the mood.”

  I dart my tongue out to lick her finger and then suck it into my mouth. Her eyes dilate as I pull away and her finger leaves my lips with a pop. “Your room or mine?”

  “My vibrator is in mine.”

  Before my jaw can drop, she reaches for my hand and pulls me up from my seat. We settle our tab with the bartender, and then I’m following her into an elevator, where she pushes the button for her floor just as the doors close. As soon as they shut, I spin her around and press her against the wall, lowering my head to her neck where I drag my nose up and down her flesh.

  “God, you smell good.” Lavender and something sweet. It reminds me faintly of the perfume my mother used to wear, but more subtle. “Like sugar.”

  “It’s probably frosting. I got some in my hair earlier.” She leans her head to the side to grant me better access to her neck. I take the opportunity to kiss and lick her skin, loving how her grip on my shoulders tightens as I begin to taste her.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I love sweets.”

  The elevator dings, signaling our arrival to her floor. She grasps my hand once more and leads me to the end of the hallway, reaching into the top of her dress for her key card.

  “You kept your room key in your boobs?”

  “Where else was I supposed to keep it?” she asks as she swipes it in front of the indicator and it lights up green.

  “A purse? Your shoe?”

  “My boobs are one of the safest places on my body to keep things,” she states matter-of-factly. “Money, keys, jewelry… anything lodged between these bad boys isn’t going anywhere.” She pushes her breasts together, enhancing her cleavage. And with that movement, I completely forget what she’s talking about because all I can focus on is her chest—the perfectly round globes I can’t wait to suck on.

  “You have great tits,” I reply honestly.

  “I know. Now are we going to keep talking, or are we doing this? I mean, I don’t mind the compliments, but a few orgasms would be better.”

  I pursue her across the space of the room after we walk through the door and close it behind us, forcing her back to hit a nearby wall as my dick throbs in my pants. The widening of her eyes, the staccato of her breath turns the mood from humorous to lustful in a heartbeat.

  “Do you still want my dick?” I grind my pelvis into hers while I press her up against the wall, inhaling the scent of alcohol coming off of her breath and mine.

  “I do. But I don’t want to be teased once more and have it taken away. I might just throw a tantrum this time.” She veers her eyes off to the side while faking a pout.

  “Is that so?” I laugh.

  “I’m pretty sure my clit would cry.”

  “What?”

  She shakes her head. “Never mind. We’re getting off topic again. Give it to me, Silas. Fuck me hard and fast tonight.”

  Something in me ignites, causing me to bend down and lift Chloe up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I do so. I pin her to the wall with my body and then lift her hands, holding them hostage above her head. She gasps as we stand there, our chests rising and falling with weighted breaths.

  “Let’s get one thing straight right now, Chloe. You may be bold and think you can tell me what to do. But in the bedroom? I’m the one in charge, sweetheart.”

  She swallows and smirks up at me, pursing her lips before darting her tongue out to lick them. “Is that so?”

  “Damn right. And besides… I didn’t hear you say please.”

  She stares at me, long and hard before finally giving in. “Please fuck me, Silas,” she whispers before pressing her lips to mine, biting my bottom lip and pulling back until my lip snaps back into place.

  “I hope you know what you’re asking for,” I growl, my dick growing painfully hard from that little move of hers.

  “I don’t know what I’m getting into, but that’s half the fun.”

  No other words are spoken because I smash my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, and she meets me with every stroke. I keep one hand on her wrists, pinning her hands above her head still, but I take my other down to her chest, ripping the strapless neckline down to find her bare tits heaving for me when we part.

  I latch on to her nipple and suck, swirling my tongue over the bud and she struggles to drop her hands.

  “I want to touch you, Silas.”

  “Not until I say so, Chloe.”

  She moans as I bite her nipple and then I move to the other side. God, her tits are fantastic. The perfect handful, the perfect small nipples that are hard and eager for my touch. I’ve always been a breast man, ever since I saw Varsity Blues and Ali Larter came walking out with whipped cream all over her tits. Talk about a teenage fantasy that never quite went away.

  “Oh fuck. Yes …”

  I lean back and pinch her nipple that I just had in my mouth. “You like that?”

  “I’d like it more if you’re doing it while your dick is inside of me.”

  I can’t help but chuckle at her honesty and then finally release her arms so I can hold her in both of mine before moving over to the bed. Gently tossing her onto the comforter, her breasts sway with the movement and her giggles have me itching to strip her completely. “Lose the dress.”

  “Lose your pants,” she retorts.

  Irritation fuels my need for her. “What did I tell you just now? I’m in control. Now, take your dress off Chloe.” I stare down at her and watch her pupils dilate as she swallows hard and sits up slowly, reaching behind her to drag down the zipper on the back of her dress. I momentarily think about offering to help her, but the stare down we’re having right now is too intense to break.

  As the dress pools around her waist, she stands and lets it fall down her body, pushing it slightly over her hips that are even more mesmerizing when they aren’t covered by clothes. Chloe stands there, bare-chested in nothing but a white lace thong, her tan skin still glistening in the dark, her chin held high as she slowly moves her hand down her body and beneath the scrap of lace covering her pussy.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

  “I don’t see your pants gone yet,” she challenges, and damn, is this woman making me rock hard just from her mouth.

  I unhook the clasp on my slacks and shove them down to the floor. “Now stop touching your clit before I call this night over before it even begins.”

  Chloe’s hand stops moving and then she narrows her eyes at me. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I would. You’re not listening to me.” I make the decision to step closer to her, reaching up to cup her face in my hands as her eyes widen. “I know you think you have to fight me on everything. Hell, you probably do that in your life with everyone you meet. But I’m asking you now Chloe… please trust me. I don’t want this to be a battle. I want to please you, make you feel good. I want you to make me feel good too, so please let me take charge and just… trust me.”

  Her face softens and then
she nods slowly. “Okay. I can do that. As long as you make me come at least twice.”

  My chest bounces with laughter. “Deal. Now take off your thong, sit on the bed, and spread those legs for me so I can see that beautiful pussy.”

  She bites her lip as I continue to hold her face in my hands. I can sense her fingers move across her hips and then I’m forced to release her as she bends down and steps out of her underwear. When she stands up again, her feet move backward until she hits the bed and then slowly lowers her ass to the mattress, followed by widening her legs for me.

  And she’s glistening. Fucking dripping—for me.

  Chloe might think she likes being in control, but her body is saying otherwise. And it’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with a woman, particularly a woman who is fighting for control, the control that I so desperately need in every aspect of my life.

  “Good girl.” I begin to open the buttons on my dress shirt, pausing at the last one before gradually opening the sides and peeling it off. I reach down and shuck my white undershirt next, revealing my chest and torso to Chloe for the first time. And the appreciative look she gives me fuels my need for her even more.

  I’m a big man—burly, muscular, and tan, with just a dusting of neatly trimmed chest hair. I have a few tattoos across my chest and arms, and I take pride in maintaining my physique, especially given the demand of my job. But that look of appreciation from a woman when they see my body for the first time never ceases to get old.

  “God, you’re a beast,” she breathes as her eyes dance up and down my body. The only piece of clothing still on me is my briefs, so with her eyes still trained on me, I push them down my legs as well, standing tall once more as my cock juts out toward her. He knows there’s a wet and willing woman in the room, and we are definitely eager to play.

  “I’m definitely not a small man, that’s for sure,” I say, reaching down to squeeze my cock and give it a good stroke. “Now touch your clit, Chloe.”

  “I can’t wait to feel that dick inside of me.” She wastes no time reaching down again and moving her fingers in small circles, spreading her wetness around as she inhales deeply.

  “That’s it, baby. Put your feet up on the bed so I can really see you.”

  Chloe lifts her legs up, planting her feet flat on the mattress beside her, supporting herself with one hand behind her while the other moves in between her legs.

  “Such a pretty pussy. Such a beautiful woman.” I watch her move faster, knowing she’s getting close. And I’m going to let her get there before I take over. “You’re fucking stunning, Chloe.”

  “Your dick is stunning, Silas,” she replies, licking her lips as she begins to pant.

  “Stop,” I command as her hand freezes and she waits for my direction. I close the distance between us until my dick is almost perfectly lined up with her mouth. “Open.”

  Her eyes flick up to mine and she opens her mouth wide, slowly sticking her tongue out to lick up my shaft.

  Fucking hell.

  And then she starts to move her hand again between her legs. I reach for that arm, yanking it up and shoving her fingers covered in her arousal into my mouth as she sucks me off. And fucking A, is she sweet.

  I watch her head bob up and down with her fingers still in my mouth, her hums of approval and enjoyment edging me closer to the finish line than I’d prefer right now. We’re just getting started. I need to fuck this woman before this night is over. But my mind is spinning with all the ways I want to touch her, all of the sensations that are overpowering my ability to think clearly.

  And that’s terrifying. Nothing knocks me off-balance—at work, in my personal life—so why do I suddenly feel dizzy and drunk on this woman?

  You’re not drunk on her. You’re drunk on tequila. Get your head on straight, Silas, and fuck this woman like you promised. Fuck her out of your system so you can get back to the predictability of your world, just the way you like it.

  With my cock still in her mouth, I bend slightly so I can rub my fingers along her slit. She scoots forward on the edge of the bed, searching out my hand and thrusting her pussy at me as I run my fingers through her arousal.

  Slowly, I slide one of my thick fingers inside of her, loving how tight she feels just on my finger. Fuck, she’s going to feel amazing once I put my cock in her.

  Chloe’s head continues to bob on my dick as her tongue circles around my head each time she pulls back. She hums in approval as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, and the sounds of us moaning in the room are bringing my orgasm on quicker than I’d like. Time to get to the good part.

  Gently, I push Chloe off of my cock and lean over her, diving in for a kiss. “This fucking mouth, Chloe. You’re right. It does know how to do some wicked things.” I press my lips to hers again, slowly sliding my tongue against hers as goosebumps appear on my arms.

  Every touch with her gets more intense as this unfolds.

  “Does your cock have tricks too?”

  “You’re about to find out, baby.” I help her shift up the bed and then reach down to locate a condom in my wallet. It’s been there for a while, but I quickly check the expiration date. We’re good.

  I tear the foil open and then sheath myself, loving how Chloe almost looks like she’s drooling at the mouth while I hold my cock in my hands.

  “Now before I give you my dick, I have to finish something.”

  “And what is that? I’m growing impatient here, Silas—”

  I lower my head between her legs and find her clit with my tongue, which actually has the words freezing from her lips, replaced by an appreciative groan instead.

  “Oh, hell,” she cries, reaching down and tugging on the strands of my hair as I work her over with my mouth. Short flicks, long drags, deep thrusts into her pussy as I feel her grow wetter with each stroke.

  “Yes, Silas …”

  “Come on my tongue, Chloe.”

  I focus my attention on her clit, sucking the nub so hard that her arousal drips around my fingers. I slide back inside of her. Finding that sweet spot on her inner walls, I curl my finger forward and a few seconds later, Chloe is screaming in ecstasy.

  “Oh, God! I’m coming…fuck!”

  She throws her head back, her body bows, and she comes all over my hand and mouth, yelling through her climax.

  Just as she starts to come down, I flick her clit with my tongue once more, lift back up on my knees, widen her legs, and slide inside her tight heat easily given how wet she is.

  And fucking hell, she is soaked.

  “Oh, Silas. Fuck yes.” She looks up at me as I begin to move, thrusting deep and slow as I feel her clench around my length.

  Her hands find her nipples and she pinches them, twisting them slightly as I pick up the pace. And then I remember how she wanted me to suck on them while I was fucking her, so I eagerly oblige.

  Bending down, I gently push her hand off her breast and replace it with my mouth, licking and sucking on her nipple as she grows wetter and tighter.

  “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”

  “You like that? Is that what you wanted?”

  “Uh huh,” she breathes out while clawing at my back. I spend a few more minutes on her other breast, and then I wrap my arm around her and roll us over so she can ride me.

  “Ride me, Chloe. Show me how much you want my cock.”

  She smirks and then lifts up and lowers down my length agonizingly slow.

  “Fuck yeah, baby.”

  “I am in heaven, Silas. This dick …” she sighs as she rocks back and forth, up and down, rubbing herself along my length while creating friction against her clit. She starts to tremble, her breathing quickens, and then she’s struggling to take in air and speak.

  “Oh God. I… I think I’m gonna come,” she moans.

  “You think?”

  “I’ve… I’ve never come like this, but you’re hitting something… inside… oh, fuck!” Her entire body shakes as her orgasm tears through her and I ca
n feel her spasm around my cock as she rides out her release. And the sight of her coming undone, owning her sexual contentment is so fucking hot.

  She collapses on my chest, but I continue to thrust up into her from underneath, slowly, dragging out every last tremor of her orgasm.

  “Silas…I can’t…”

  “Yes, you can. You wanted this, Chloe… remember? You wanted my cock and now I’m giving it to you.”

  “Jesus.” She bites down on my collarbone as I continue to fuck her and the mixture of pain and pleasure has pressure building in my balls. “You wanted this too. You said you regretted walking away from me.”

  “I did. And now I know how fucking stupid I was.”

  She lifts up and scans my face, locking on my eyes before lowering her lips to my lips, and then our tongues are meeting, dancing across each other as Chloe picks her hips up and slams them onto mine.

  “God,” I groan, breaking our kiss and closing my eyes.

  “Am I in charge now?”

  “Fuck no. Turn around,” I reply as Chloe stops moving and lifts off of me. “On your hands and knees.”

  “God, yes. I love doggy-style.” I’m not even surprised. “Give me my vibrator,” she declares, motioning to the night-stand beside the bed.

  The fact that Chloe has a vibrator shouldn’t surprise me, and it doesn’t. It actually turns me on even more, knowing I get to witness this woman take her orgasm in her own hands and she’s letting me witness that. I have no problem with a woman taking out a toy during sex. I’m not naïve. I know most women need assistance in order to come, and frankly, more men should be accepting and encouraging of it as well.

  Once Chloe gets in position, I slide back inside of her and thrust hard and deep again since that seems to be what she likes.

  “Oh God, Silas! Yes… harder.”

  I smack her ass once and then push forward as hard as I can, causing her to shriek in pleasure. And then she lowers her head to the bed as she clenches around me, and with two more strokes, I’m seeing fucking stars.

  “Fuck, Chloe. I’m gonna come.”

  “Hold on.” The buzz of her vibrator becomes apparent and then I feel her hand move between her legs. The vibrations against her clit travel up my shaft as well, making it even harder for me to hold off.