My Billionaire Step Dad Page 8

  “Oh- oh-h God-!” William’s tongue circled my entrance, and I cried out as he teased my swollen nub with the pad of this thumb. Tensing at the ache in my abdomen, I clenched my jaw tightly to stave off the urge to cum. As if sensing my closeness, he pushed his tongue inside me completely and rubbed his thumb harder.

  “Crap- crap- oh crap!” Coming undone with a harsh moan, I arched off the bed as William licked the cum that seeped from my inner walls. Straining wildly, my neck twanged from the force of my muscle spasms as he slurped my juices hungrily. Tension seeped from my abdomen, and I sucked in a sharp, shallow breath before flopping down onto the bed.

  “Delicious.” Crawling up my body, William’s low rumble vibrated against my heaving breasts. Sucking one aching, tight nipple into his mouth, he nibbled harshly on the peak to send a jolt through me. “I almost got you to swear, Risha…”

  His mumble couldn’t register in my dazed mine, and I stared unfocused at the ceiling as he worked my chest expertly. Big hands squeezed and kneaded the heavy gloves, and he pulled on each nipple sharply with his dazzlingly white teeth.

  “Now you’re going to suck my cock, baby girl.” Instantly saliva pooled in my mouth, and my eyelids popped open in surprise as William sat on his knees over me. With suddenly clear vision I watched in slow motion as he shirked off his boxers, and I licked my lips with a fierce hunger of my own. His rod was red and throbbing, each vein pulsing with definition a man couldn’t achieve if he wasn’t hard.

  “Yes, Master…” Slowly, carefully, William crawled up to my chest, but his hairy backside didn’t scrape my skin. His length stood straight up, barely moving from how erect he was, and I stared openly with parted lips.

  “Thank me!” Burying a fist in my hair, William’s demand rattled my very bones, and I gasped at the pure ecstasy that shot down my spine. His eyes bored down on me fiercely, daring me to keep quiet. Glancing between his face and his rod, I nearly choked on the saliva that sloshed between my cheeks.

  “Thank you, Master- thank you- thank you, Ma-“ Hot, silky flesh cut me off, and I groaned a muffled sound as William slid down the back of my throat. The urge to gag tightened my airway, and I coughed around his length. His sack pressed against my chin, and for the first time I realized how perfectly average he was in length, he made up for in width.

  Pumping his hips against my face, William adjusted his grip to cup the back of my head as he braced his free hand on the wall. Through blurred vision I watched him toss his head back, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Saliva dribbled down my chin to pool on my chest in thick ropes, and I jerked on my chains as my lungs began to burn.

  “One… more- fuck!- minute! Rish-a-a- your mouth…” Swallowing around William’s thick rod, I blinked hard in to squeeze out some of the tears that distorted my vision. Above me he was glorious, chest heaving and the veins in his neck bulging as they pushed more red into his face. The sight of him would’ve taken my breath away if I had any, and I swirled my tongue against the head of his length when he pulled back. Sucking in my cheeks, I moaned as his ridges caressed my lips.

  “F- fuck- fuck… fuck- fucking Hell!” William’s rod pulsed and throbbed wildly as he set the ridge of his head in line with my lips. Thick, sticky ropes of cum spurted onto my tongue, and I greedily licked it up to suck.

  Like a lollipop- it was a phrase I’d never thought to ever use, and yet here I was actually doing it.

  “Yes-s-s- baby girl… drink it all…” Panting harshly, William pumped his rod with one hand while the other stayed firmly against my scalp. The salty taste electrified my taste buds, and I groaned in dismay when he pulled away. “Shit- I’m too old for this…”

  Breathing harshly, I shook my head as William slowly reached with shaking hands to untie one of my wrists.

  “Wh- what you lack in length… you make up… with intens-ity… I th- thought… I thought I was going to suffocate.” Stuttering and stumbling, my rasping assurance only drew a breathless chuckle from William before he moved to my left side. Watching him struggle to move spread a mushiness through my chest, but he didn’t bother trying to untie my ankles before dropping heavily down next to me.

  “I wanted to…” The confession didn’t shock me like it should’ve, and I hummed as I stared at the ceiling. A trembling bicep worked under my head, but that was as far as our cuddling seemed to go. “But I told you I’d go easy on you, baby girl.”

  Chapter Eleven: William

  “Are you sure it’s okay for me to meet your friends? We haven’t even been on a date yet?” Risha’s uncertainty weaved thickly in her voice, and I glanced over at her as we drive down a mildly congested freeway. She must’ve asked that question three or four times since we got in the car, and I regretted telling her where we were going. Smiling as she nibbled her bottom lip, I shook my head before telling her the same thing I had only five minutes earlier.

  “We’ve been on at least two dates, and that’s not including our trysts at my house. Trust me- no one will judge us for that. Besides, a lot of people here aren’t really my ‘friends’, but Nash, his girlfriend, and Frank will be there. I didn’t tell them you were coming.” Despite the mild frustration welling in my chest at Risha’s incessant worrying, I’ve never felt better; even when I first got my business out of the country didn’t give me as much life satisfaction as being with her. Reaching for her hand, I squeezed reassuringly before she tangled our fingers together, and my chest tightened as I turned back to the road.

  Holiday travelers packed the roads, and in a half an hour or less the highways would be at a standstill. Whether it was shopping or heading out for winter vacation, people somehow always thought ‘the highway will be quicker’.

  “Surprising them won’t make them like me.” My smile grew at her grumble, and Risha sighed exaggeratedly with an indignant sucking of her teeth.

  “No, but it’ll make Nash and Frank at least annoyed with me, which will make them more likely to sympathize with you. Trust me on this, baby girl. I’ve met thousands of people in my life. I know how to make this work.” Over the past two weeks I learned two things, the second manifesting right in my car as Risha twisted away from me but kept holding my hand.

  Number one- sex was apparently a learned thing, and practice made it easier.

  Number two- Risha had two main parts, each encompassing a set of traits that created either the image of a woman or the image of an unruly, young, angsty teenager.

  “You owe me.” Glancing at Risha out of the corner of my eye, I bit back a chuckle at how small and suggestive her demand was. Instead I shrugged, flicking on my blinker and checking my mirrors before swerving onto an off ramp.

  “No, I don’t. I’m letting you get away with this attitude because I know it’s nerve wracking, Risha, but for the love of God- do not ever do any of the other stupid shit teenagers do. You might get into that mode, but you’re not 15 anymore, baby girl. You have to accept that.” I feel like her dad and her lover. The thought came up on me, but it wasn’t the first time it’d appeared. With Risha’s comfort with me came changes in her; just like with Luca she wanted to do and experience things she had never before. My only hope was that she did so safely, and so far she hadn’t strayed. Staying up all night to eat frozen yogurt and watch movies with Cynthia- I could deal with that.

  “You mean have lots of sex, and drink, and sleep until noon…?” A cheeky smirk crept up onto Risha’s face, and I snorted a laugh before nodding. The solemn quality in her voice tickled my ears, only growing in intensity when she kept talking. “I’ll have you know that I already do all of that stuff, William. I know I’m not 15 anymore… but… I can’t help it. I don’t even realize I’m doing it unless you point it out to me. Is it wrong that I subconsciously want the man I’m in a relationship to also parent me?”

  And that’s where she’s different from Luca entirely. For a moment I thought on her question, gently stepping the brakes as I came to the end of the off ramp. Untangling our fingers to grip
the wheel, I tapped the leather absently when a red light halted our journey.

  “I don’t think it’s wrong, baby girl… but I don’t think it’s right either. And here’s why-… You didn’t have a father growing up, and your mother isn’t a model standard. In that way, I don’t think it’s wrong to want a father figure. If my father wasn’t in my life, I definitely wouldn’t be who I am today. But, at the same time, I don’t think it should be me being that figure precisely because we’re in a romantic relationship. We can’t balance these two very different bonds, baby girl, and it would be a bad idea to try. You know I’ll do whatever I can to help you find your biological father- all you have to do is ask.”

  Risha had only mentioned her father once, and I knew she was scared of the split reality of the situation. Across the center console she was quiet, and when the light turned green I took a right turn to head towards the Lincoln borough. My mind paced, probably acknowledging the same truths that she struggled with now that I had brought it up.

  Either Risha’s father didn’t want her, or he didn’t know about her- and she feared both those outcomes.

  “What… what if I can’t ask?” Heading towards the affluent neighborhood of white picket fences and block parties, I pursed my lips together at Risha’s hesitant half barely veiled request, half question.

  “Then I’ll ask for you, Risha. You can trust me with anything and everything, baby girl.” She only hummed in response, and I didn’t bother trying to revive the conversation. I loved learning about Risha, but there were lines I couldn’t cross; at least, not yet.

  This must’ve been how Nash felt with Natalie. It seems like it’s been so long, but it hasn’t.

  The thought brought a small frown to my face, and I shook my head as we reached impeccable urban sprawl. Each house was big and majestic, all generally the same with only minor differences in cosmetics. Glancing at each one as they passed across the road, I rolled my jaw absently.

  These houses were limited to 4 bedrooms- maybe 5 if the owners renovated the basements. That just wasn’t enough room for me and what I wanted to do with my life. Sneaking a peek at Risha, my eyes narrowed as her confession the morning I drove her to her interview sounded against my skull. She wanted a horde of kids; there wasn’t anything else she could even contemplate doing with her life but being a mother.

  And I wanted to give her each and every one of those little human beings even though I wouldn’t admit it to her. Money would never be a problem; my companies basically ran themselves.

  “Speaking of- Why didn’t you tell me you’re the 5th richest man in the country?” Risha’s accusatory question came with a glare, and the intensity of her stare bored holes into my cheek. Furrowing my brows, I let out a heavy breath at the absurd notion that she could read my mind.

  Freaky.

  “I assumed you would look me up online if you had the brazenness to approach me at the auction. Besides, you don’t care about money, baby girl. Why does it matter what number I am or what my price tag is?” Instantly I could tell by the change in atmosphere that Risha searching me on the internet had never crossed her mind, and I smiled. “I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant. Does knowing that change anything?”

  “No. You’re right- I don’t care about it. But I would’ve liked to not be blindsided on the train this morning by a magazine journalist. Asking stuff like ‘what kind of gifts does Mr. Holden get you’, or ‘how much is he paying you to be his trophy girlfriend’, or- this is my favorite- ‘are you contracted to carry his children since he’s getting on in years’-“

  “Hey now… I’m not that old. That journalist obviously doesn’t understand how shit works…” Reaching to tug Risha’s ear lobe, I laughed at her crappy male impressions. “Why is the last question your favorite? Because 42 is considered old, or because people expect someone of your physical beauty to destroy your body having kids that wont really be yours? Not to be offensive, but most women that look as beautiful as you want to keep it that way, and they’re very nasty and vain as a result.”

  “No offense taken.” Heaving a sigh, Risha took hold of my wrist to draw my hand down to her chest. Her heart beat hard under my palm, and I took my foot off the gas to look fully at her drawn expression. “It’s my favorite because even people that don’t know you think you’ll be a good dad.”

  Rolling to a stop, my car idled in an awkward position on the road as I stared wide-eyed at Risha. She kept her gaze on her lap, and her palm on my hand was still even as her heart beat faster. With each passing second, she darkened a half shade of pink, and only when she flexed her fingers did I snap out of my daze.

  “Risha… I-“ A short beep cut me off, and I tore my gaze off her to look out the back window. Nash’s familiar four door sat behind me, and even from so far away I could see the shit-eating grin on his face. Scowling lightly, I twisted to put my hands on the wheel and touch down on the gas. The silence was awkward, and I released a hard breath at the realization that Nash had just saved my ass from saying something I might regret.

  “Here, you have to wear this inside the house. I had it made for you.” Passing Risha a small, wide box once we parked, I watched with childlike excitement as she brushed the felt top with her fingers. “I hope it fits.”

  Holding my breath in a tight chest, my gaze narrowed into fine points when Risha carefully popped open the jewelry box. Her gasp was loud, lips forming a perfect ‘o’ and eyes wide as she stared down at the mask I’d given her. I knew what she saw; the mask was a dark, deep, forest green to compliment her perfectly corkscrew curled, brown hair. It only covered half her face, and little, delicate swirls of gold were laid to frame her eyes.

  “It’s beautiful.” Awe colored Risha’s voice, and I grinned as I watched her gently lift the mask from its velvet bed. “I love it… William… thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.” I kept my reply short, not wanting to let slip that a few thousand dollars was nothing. The mask had been a rush job, made by hand, and I admittedly abused my position as HCEO to get it shipped here overnight. The joys of owning a shipping company.

  Climbing out of my car, I glanced around to find Nash leaning on the hood of his own vehicle. His gaze scanned me critically before he sauntered towards me, and I combed my fingers through my beard absently.

  “You look good, Will. I didn’t hear from you after the dinner, so I was a little worried you were depressed about being single again.” Shaking hands firmly, Nash smirked as I shook my head.

  “I’m not single.” Arching an eyebrow in question, Nash glanced across the top of my car while Natalie came up next to him to pat my arm, drawing my attention. “It’s good to see you. How was your week? I read in the paper that you officially closed your bakery on Thursday.”

  Natalie’s face fell, and I frowned at the depression that radiated from her. I knew it was hard for her, but Nash and I had a plan. When she was ready, her bakery would be properly financed- not anything like the half assed loans that she’d taken out to get herself into a good building.

  “I’m okay. It sucks, but whatever. Besides, I felt this little monster kick for the first time yesterday…” Trailing off, Natalie’s eyes drifted beyond me to widen, and I twisted with a hum of acknowledgment. Risha was beautiful in the waning sun, her thick, black, woolen stockings making her legs seem sleeker and longer. Her body was hugged by a black coat with big, white buttons and white fur on the hood, and my chest tightened at what waited for me underneath. A plain, white collar clung to her neck, but only I knew it wasn’t a shirt.

  “She’s fucking gorgeous- holy shit- ow!” Earning himself a sharp elbow to the ribs, Nash jerked against my shoulder as his appreciation burst into the cold, frosty air. “Nat- baby, I love you, and you’re the most beautiful thing ever, but you don’t look like that. You seriously couldn’t break up with that old hag for her- William, what the fuck, man?”

  “Anna is my mother…” I wished I could see the look on Nash’s face, but Ris
ha’s little giggle and smile wasn’t going to share my attention. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I took a deep, freezing breath that stung my lungs. “I’m Risha. William’s told me a lot about you both.”

  For a long, pregnant moment there was silence, and when I turned to my friends I couldn’t help but laugh. Nash was so obviously star-struck, and for a man that was used to celebrities such a reaction was rare. Natalie recovered first, reaching out to draw Risha into an awkward, quick hug.

  “I’m Natalie, and this is Nash. We’ve heard a lot about you, too, Risha. It’s great to finally put a face to a name.”

  “You’re going to explain all of this to me because I’m confused as fuck, Will.” Speaking out loudly, Nash glared at me for a moment, but I only shrugged. In a silent, collective decision we made our way towards the house, and against my side Risha stared out at the pristine snow that carpeted the lawn. She was a winter girl, I knew; her argument was that she could always put on more clothes or start a fire if it was too cold. She couldn’t peel off her skin when it was too hot.

  But I was going to unwrap her logical, regal layers to reveal the carnal fiend underneath.

  Chapter Twelve: Risha

  My heart thundered in my chest, and I slowly slid my coat from my shoulders and into William’s waiting hands. Goosebumps rose on my arms and across my chest from the warm air heavy with conversation, but I blocked it out. Nerves tingled my fingers and nibbled at my gut, my lungs taking in shallow breaths from the tension zinging through me. Carefully pulling a few curls from around my ear, William pressed against my bare back to brush his lips along my crest.

  “Don’t forget- your clothes are in my car, baby girl.” Nodding curtly, I could already feel eyes on me, scanning and searching. When William asked me to do a demonstration with him, I wasn’t expecting the crowd that I would be in front of. The house was packed, and he wrapped his hand around my waist to caress my bare hip. Glancing around, I nibbled my bottom lip fervently as I took in the people around me with wide eyes.