Holiday Hoax (Windy City Holidates #3)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

MIA

His fingers slide under my dress, gliding over my stockings until he reaches the lace at the top of them. My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing each one. It feels like Christmas morning and the excitement of opening your first present.

Inch by inch of his chiseled chest and abs are revealed by the parting shirt. I shift my weight back so I can free it from his pants, but I’m too distracted by kissing him to look at where my hands are going. He groans as my hand grazes the large erection tenting his pants. I pull my hand back quickly, startled by what I’ve done.

His fingers caress the smooth skin of my thighs in soft circles, moving ever so slowly up to the juncture between my legs. I want them stroking me, teasing me but not as much as I want to rip his shirt off, so I can do my own exploring of his body.

“Let me take this off,” I plead against his lips as my fingers run up his chest to his shoulders.

He pulls his hands out from under my dress, so I can push his shirt off. I toss it on the other side of the couch as my eyes drink him in. His skin is pulled taut over lean muscles, and he has a smattering of blonde chest hair, a shade or two darker than those on his head. A darker trail of hair leads from below his belly button to beneath his waist.

“This next?” He runs the back of his fingers from my shoulders, over the swell of my breasts, and down my belly.

I stand and reach behind my back to grab the zipper. My cheeks flush as I watch him watch me with rapt attention as the dress loosens and falls to my feet. He stops me from moving when I try to climb back into his lap.

“Just a second. I’ve been thinking about seeing you like this for so long.”

I feel every sweep of his eyes as he takes me in. My nipples pebble against the lace holding them in place. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be the outcome of tonight when I chose the sexiest balconette bra and panty set I own. I just wanted the confidence that comes with knowing you have sexy underwear whether or not anyone else is going to see it.

Just as quickly as he stopped me, he’s pulling me back down onto his lap. I lower my core directly onto his cock and rock my hips against him. Pleasure pulses through me at the friction between us.

“Fuck,” he groans before catching my mouth with his own.

This kiss is deeper, more feral. His teeth scrape against my lip before trailing down my neck. He nips at the place where my pulse flutters and then laps at the hollow of my neck. My fingers slide into the hair at the back of his head and pull, angling his head back so I can kiss him again.

I can’t get enough.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs finding and stroking my nipples softly over the lace. He hooks a finger inside one cup and pulls it down, pushing that breast up at the perfect level to take between his lips. My head falls back as he circles the hardened nub with his tongue.

My pussy aches with need as he reaches around behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall down my arms and let it drop on the floor with my dress. As his lips descend on my other breast, I reach down and fist him over his pants. He’s so thick my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“We should move this to the bedroom,” he says after releasing my nipple with a pop.

“Yes.” I start to move off his lap, but he pulls me closer, standing and taking me with him while his hands cup my ass cheeks.

“Is there any part of you that isn’t fucking perfect, Mia?”

He carries me as if I weigh nothing. It’s not the first time, so I’m not sure why it’s surprising. But, fuck, is it sexy.

“I could say the same for you.”

He enters his bedroom and kicks the door shut with his foot behind him. I watch as he walks to his bedside table and pulls out a strip of condoms, setting them out within reach. We lock eyes as he opens his belt, the metal gently clanking as he unbuckles it. The room is quiet aside from our breaths and the swish of the belt through the loops.

I reach out before he can unbutton his pants. “Let me?”

He steps toward me with a crooked, soft smile as I reach toward the button on his pants. I can’t resist the urge to squeeze his erection before unzipping him. As his pants fall to the floor, I look back up and see a damp spot on the front of his boxer briefs.

Seeing that he was so turned on by me that his cock was weeping makes my blood sing with feminine power. The fact that he wants me that bad turns me on even more than I already was. I can feel how slick I am between my thighs, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.

He presses me back onto the mattress, his lips once again finding mine. My thighs open for him as he shifts his thigh between mine. One of his hands runs down the length of my body, stopping to tease my nipple and explore my curves. He hooks his fingers under my panties and begins to slowly pull them past my hips.

I don’t breathe as he pulls them past my feet and then pushes my thighs apart. There are no lights on in the room, but the blinds are open, so ambient city light filters through the windows. I can feel his eyes on my cunt, memorizing and fantasizing about what he wants to do to me.

I cry out when he finally runs a fingertip through my soaked folds. He catches his lip between his teeth as he finds my clit and swirls my juices around the bundle of nerves. My hips arch off the bed chasing the teasing pleasure he’s doling out.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He slides two fingers inside me and groans. “Is all this for me?”

“Yes.” I shift closer to him, hoping for more. “That feels so good. More please.”

“Because you asked so nicely.” He scissors his fingers inside me, wringing pleasure from my body. “Better than I imagined,” he murmurs as he lowers his face between my legs.

Heat builds in my center as he presses his lips to my thigh just above the edge of my stockings. I look down at him as he watches me and blazes a path of hot, wet kisses up my thigh until he reaches the apex. My eyes flutter closed as he licks the length of my slit. It’s too much, too intimate to watch.

His thumbs part my folds, opening me so he can see everything. My hips buck as his lips wrap around my clit. He swirls his tongue around it, playing with me as I dance on the edge of my release. My climax tears violently through me as he thrusts his fingers inside me and drags them along my front wall. I grip his hair as my body trembles with wave after wave of pleasure.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He squeezes my thigh, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin there.

I pull his face to mine and kiss him. His lips are wet with my release, and I taste myself on his tongue. My hands work to free him of his remaining clothes, pushing everything down his hips. He helps work everything off before reaching over and grabbing one of the condoms.

As he opens it, I take the opportunity to wrap my hand around his base. He jerks in my hand as I begin to move my fist up and down. I’m so focused on watching his perfect cock that I barely register the sound of the foil packet being torn open.

“You want to do the honors?” he asks with the condom held out toward me.

“Yes.” I take it from him with my free hand. His abs tense as I roll the latex down his shaft.

As soon it’s in place, he pushes me back onto the mattress and lines his crown up with my entrance. His eyes meet mine, asking wordlessly for permission. He presses inside me as soon as I tell him I’m ready.

I cry out as he moves inch by inch, my body stretching around him. He drags an unsteady breath through his parted lips as he bottoms out. His forehead drops to mine.

“You good?”

“Yes.” I nod and kiss him. “God, yes.”

“I’m gonna be honest at my ego’s expense. It’s been a long time for me, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

I feel his length twitch inside me as I clench around him, craving movement and friction.

“Ian,” I whisper against his lips. “Fuck me. Fill me. Use me.”

The words set him free. I’ve already come, which is more than I could ask for. It’s his turn.

He sits back on his knees, pulling me by the hips over his thighs. His eyes lock on the view as his cock glides in and out of my tight channel. My g-spot is hit by his shaft at this angle. My veins are alight with white hot heat and visceral pleasure as I hear his panted breaths and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass as his tempo increases.

Sweat beads on my temples as my body feels like it’s going to combust from the pressure building in my cunt. I grab the sheets, my fingers digging to hold on. His hoarse moan detonates my release as my walls close around him. I feel his cock swell and jerk inside me as he comes.

I look up at him, taking in the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the sheen of sweat across his chest. As soon as both our bodies come down from the aftershocks, he slowly withdraws from my body and pulls the condom off.

I watch as he stands and walks into the bathroom. His body is unfairly perfect, like he himself could have been carved of stone and immortalized by Michelangelo. Water runs in the bathroom as he cleans himself up. I should probably get dressed to leave, but I can’t bring myself to get up quite yet.

He emerges with a warm washcloth and kneels beside me on the bed. “Let me clean you up.”

That’s a first. The second first of the night actually. A different kind of warmth surges through my chest. I’m not ready to examine that feeling, so I go for lighthearted banter.

“Way to rally for the cause, old man,” I tease.

His lips tilt into a full-blown smile and that pesky sensation in my chest returns. “What was the cause, exactly?”

“My orgasm.”

He tosses the washcloth through the bathroom door where it lands with a wet thunk . Then he pulls the duvet from under me and lays down before covering us back up. “Glad to be of service.”

“You went above and beyond. I didn’t know I was capable of two orgasms back to back.”

“Really?” He lays facing me, braced on one elbow.

“Really.”

“We should try for more,” he says as his body disappears beneath the duvet and settles between my legs.

Blinding sunlight wakes me the following morning. I roll over, squinting as my mind catalogs the unfamiliar surroundings. Last night floods back into my mind. I didn’t mean to sleep over, but after the second round and fifth orgasm, I passed out.

“Good morning,” Ian says quietly.

I roll over and give him an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep over.”

He sets the book he was reading down on his lap and tilts his head. “What did I do or say to give you the impression that you would be sleeping anywhere other than my bed?”

Blonde stubble dusts his jaw and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses sit perched on his nose. Paired with his muscled body and messy hair, he’s panty-melting hot. I forgot all about his Sunday morning ritual of reading in bed all morning.

“I feel like I’m intruding on your Sunday routine.”

“On the contrary, you’re very much adding to it. I’d take reading in bed next to a beautiful woman over being alone any day. Even if that beautiful woman drools in her sleep.” He gives me a crooked grin.

I rub the back of my hand over my chin, feeling no trace of dried saliva. “I do not.”

“I’ll take a picture next time.”

I give his chest a playful smack and try to ignore the way my stomach flips at his very casual mention of a next time. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.”

“Really?”

“Are you hungry?”

I think about it for a second before answering. “I could eat. Are you cooking?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Trust me, you do not want that.” He grabs his phone. “We can order something for delivery?”

“That sounds great.”

After we order he gives me a pair of his athletic shorts and a well-worn hoodie to borrow. As I freshen up a bit before breakfast, he goes out into the kitchen and finishes tidying up. When I come out of his room, I notice he’s put on the sluttiest clothing a man could wear, gray joggers and a white t-shirt. His biceps are large enough to fill the sleeves; even though he was naked and inside me yesterday, I didn’t have time to take in anything other than his chest and abs. It shouldn’t be a revelation to me that he’s this hot. But here I am, eye fucking him like he didn’t wring me dry of orgasms last night.

“You’re drooling again.” He smirks at me over his shoulder. His eyes flash with desire as he does a slow sweep of me in his clothes.

“I can’t help it. You know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says innocently.

I huff a laugh and walk around the counter to him. “Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it.” He reaches out and grabs the pocket of the hoodie, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my lips. It’s short and chaste but sends my stomach for another loop.

He’s so casually affectionate. And hot. It’d be so easy to fall for him. That’s a risk I can’t take, though. He’s a billionaire. A nepo baby. I just have to remind myself it’s not real.

It’s. Not. Real.