Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance (5 page)

So while she waited for Ian, she braved the idea that he would be the only one to walk through that unlocked door. Braved it, because she was undressing in preparation of his arrival.

It was damned chilly in that room, but nevertheless Kathryn unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it open, and popped her breasts out of her bra. She jiggled things around until both breasts pushed prettily up, one button of her shirt giving them the final boost they needed to look beyond perky. Then she leaned back, kicking off her boots and pulling her pants down to the floor.

By the time Ian finally walked into the office, Kathryn was nearly naked and spread open on the couch.

“Wow. Is this safe to do after eating?”

Kathryn pushed her hand down her slit, spreading it open so Ian could see her clit and the wetness beneath. “You haven’t even had dessert yet.”

“Oh, I haven’t had dessert in over a
month.
”

He locked the door behind him, his shit-eating grin radiating warmth in Kathryn’s direction.
Good, because it’s cold in here.
She could put up with a lot of things for the sake of sex, but freezing to death was not one of them. Kathryn didn’t care
how
much heat the two of them generated when they did horizontal – or vertical – tangos.

Time he got tangled in my pussy, damnit.

“What if everyone in the dining room hears us?” Ian removed his vest and let it drop to the floor. His forest green sweater came next, but only halfway – just enough for Kathryn to see how much that man had been hitting the gym in their time apart.
Get over here or I swear to the fucking sky…
Ian was deceptively strong. He wasn’t “big” like other cut men, preferring to save his hard abs and muscular arms for surprises in the bedroom. Or a guest office. Didn’t matter when Kathryn was showing off how wet he made her from teasing her with his skin.

“Sorry, too cold,” he muttered, pulling his sweater back down. “Someone should turn a heater on in here.”

Kathryn patted the top of her slit. “I’ve got some heat right here for you,
sir.
”

“Ohohoho, she makes bad jokes
and
calls me sir. I have me a real winner right here.” Grinning, Ian knelt between Kathryn’s legs and rubbed her folding stomach. “My word, my darling, you really
are
hot down here.”

“Told you. Now do something with it.”

This was the crux of their relationship. Kathryn, a Domme in her “real life,” had no problems ordering Ian, also a Dom, around when she saw fit. Like now, when her body shook in the great and mighty need to be fucked by her hot and – ahem, well
endowed
– boyfriend.

No, not just his manhood, which was probably straining against his pants right now, but his large, thick fingers and tongue, which caressed her legs, thighs, and then finally – finally! – her eager folds which cried for attention.

“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 lifted 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.