The Billionaire's Prescription: BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance (2 page)

“No, you’re not.” His blue eyes darkened as his expression turned somber. “I can tell you’re anything but shallow. You may not want to open up to me because I’m a stranger you just met, but I can tell you have a lot of depth. I bet if I asked your friends, they’d tell me you’re one of the smartest and deepest people they know.”

The unexpected compliment made Naomi’s cheeks turn warm. She was touched by his words, even though she guessed it might be part of his act. “Thank you, that’s very nice to hear.”

“It’s the truth, I suspect.” He downed the rest of his drink and raised his glass for another, which was promptly set in front of him. “So tell me more about being an accountant. Do you work on your own or are you with a firm?”

“Er, um, uh . . .” Naomi stuttered, at a loss for words. Having consumed three vodka tonics and working on her fourth robbed her of the ability to come up with lies off the top of her head. So she decided to change tactics.

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself,” she said. “It feels like I’m doing all the revealing here.”

“Yeah, you told me you’re an accountant. You’re a completely open book.”

“It’s more than what you’ve told me about what you do for a living.”

For the first time, his eyes shifted away from hers and up to the ceiling. “I’m a businessman,” he finally said after several long moments.

“You’re a businessman? Is that all you have to say for yourself? That could be anything. You could be an accountant like me or you could sell dog food.”

He looked at her again and she could see the twinkle had returned to his eyes. “I don’t sell dog food.”

“Then what do you do? Why are you being so cagey about it?”

“I’m a
successful
businessman. Is that better?”

“Not really, but if you want to be secretive, that’s fine by me. Although you should note that part of making friends is telling each other what you do for a living.”

“Maybe I don’t want to tell you what I do because if I do, you won’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“Are you a drug dealer or serial killer? I wouldn’t want to be friends with any lowlife types like that.”

“I’m not a serial killer.”

“Good, because they are bad people.” Naomi polished off the rest of her drink. The man raised a hand to get the bartender’s attention, but she shook her head and covered the empty glass with her hand. “I’m done. Four vodka tonics and meeting a successful businessman who’s not a serial killer means I should call it a night.”

She lowered her feet to the ground, feeling a momentary dizziness as she stood up. The man rose to his feet too, gripping her elbow as if he sensed her unsteadiness.

“It’s too early to call it a night,” he said as he looked at his watch. “And we haven’t finished becoming friends yet. Why don’t we continue getting to know each other up in my room? I promise the drinks are just as good up there as they are down here.”

Oh, hell no!
Naomi’s subconscious shouted.
You don’t know the first thing about this guy. He very well could be a serial killer.

She opened her mouth to turn him down, but their eyes met and the connection from earlier clicked between them again. A spark, a lightning bolt, chemistry ─ Naomi didn’t know how to describe the bond she had with this stranger. But there was definitely
something
between them and she felt compelled to pursue it.

“Yes, I’ll go with you,” she said, ignoring her subconscious’s ominous warnings of danger and trouble.

She reached for her purse to settle her tab but his hold on her elbow tightened. “No, let me get this.”

He reached into his jacket and took out his wallet. Naomi’s eyes bulged as he removed several hundred dollar bills and placed them on the bar top. The bartender gave a discreet nod as he scooped up the bills and moved to another customer.  She thought they would wait for him to bring back the change, but the man moved his hand from her elbow to her waist and asked, “You ready?”

“Um, I guess.” She allowed him to lead her through the maze of tables towards the exit. “I know drinks in this place are expensive, but you gave the bartender enough to pay for my tab, your tab, and the tabs of fix or six other people.”

He shrugged. “I try to give Brian a little extra because he always takes good care of me when I’m in town. Besides, he’s putting himself through N.C. State and can use every extra dollar he can get.”

You spend enough time here to know the bartender’s name and that he’s putting himself through college? Naomi wanted to ask but didn’t dare do so. The man’s answer might make her change her mind about going back to his room with him and she’d already decided to see
this
─ whatever it was ─ through.

They reached the elevator and his grip around her waist tightened as he pressed a button for the top floor. As the doors opened and they entered, their eyes locked again and Naomi fought off a shiver of desire. She had a feeling this would be a night she wouldn’t forget.

Doubts plagued Naomi from the moment he inserted the key card and they entered his room. Actually, it wasn’t so much a room as it was a suite ─ a master suite at that. Easily four or five times the size of her own hotel room, Naomi looked around the spacious quarters, taking note of the separate living and dining areas, both tastefully and expensively furnished. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed off the stars twinkling in the sky above as well as the lights from the buildings and houses below.

Before she could ask him how exactly he scored a suite as luxurious as this, he caressed her lower back. His touch sent tingles throughout her body that made her forget what she wanted to say.

He pulled her closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

She shook her head, not trusting herself to talk but managing to say, “This probably isn’t a good idea, maybe we shouldn’t ─”

The lowering of his mouth on to hers cut her off. His tongue swiped over the corners of her mouth and traced an outline around her lips, as if memorizing their form. Though his lips looked full and pillowy, they crushed against hers with a hard insistence. She responded by opening her mouth, allowing his tongue inside to duel with hers.

He pulled her closer as his tongue swirled inside her mouth, causing a rush of erotic sensations that made her grow dizzy with desire. The headiness went into overdrive as he pressed his erection against her stomach. A hardness that left no doubt as to what his intentions were and what he wanted to do.

Who are you kidding?
Naomi asked herself.
You knew all along you were coming up here to fuck. Don’t act all coy now.

But she had to admit she was acting anything but coy as she pressed her body closer to the man’s to feel the full weight of his erection. She also opened her mouth wider to deepen their kiss. A deep groan floated into the air but she couldn’t if it came from him or her.

They broke apart as quickly as they’d come together. Naomi wondered if her eyes burned as brightly with lust as his did. Although he hadn’t turned on any lights in the suite, the glimmer from the stars outside illuminated the desire on his face.

A knowing smile curled the corners of his mouth. “Now what were you saying about this not being a good idea?”

“Huh?” The loss of the heat from the kiss left Naomi disoriented.

“A minute ago, you were about to say this wasn’t a good idea and maybe we shouldn’t do this?”

“Oh, yeah.” She attempted to take a step back but his tight embrace allowed her only a few millimeters of wiggle room. “Um, we probably shouldn’t.”

“No?” He rotated his hips so that his cock ground into her tender belly further, coming dangerously close to her mound and her already wet pussy. “Your body is telling me otherwise.”

“This is crazy,” she protested even as she enjoyed the tingling sensations flooding her body, especially the region between her legs. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Chris,” he muttered, nibbling on her earlobe. “What’s yours?”

“Naomi,” she managed just before his mouth overtook hers again. Though she only had a first name from him, somehow it seemed like enough information to continue this journey towards sexual paradise.

She placed her hands flat against his chest, enjoying the feel of the hard, sinewy muscles underneath the soft cloth of his shirt. He let out a small groan, thrilling Naomi who hoped it meant her touch was affecting him as much as his touch was her.

Her innate competitive nature made her want Chris to desire her as much as she did him. She’d always been an ambitious person, which drove her to finish at the top of her class not only in high school and college but medical school as well. But the sexual arena wasn’t the same as the academic world. From the masterful way his tongue teased both the outside and inside of her mouth, Naomi got the feeling she’d soon be surpassed in these sensuous stakes. And for the first time in her life, she wouldn’t have a problem coming in second.

Chris’ alternately fierce and gentle kisses commanded so much of her attention, she was barely aware of his fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse or unhooking her bra. Only when she felt his hands cup her bare breasts did Naomi realize how far he’d progressed.

But instead of feeling vulnerable or exposed ─ emotions she’d often experienced with Sean, even after they’d been lovers for months ─ Naomi shrugged off the shirt and bra, eager for more of Chris’ touch and the erotic impulses in aroused within her. No one had ever made her feel like this before. She didn’t know whether to attribute it to all the vodka tonics she’d drunk earlier or maybe the excitement of coming to the end of a sex-deprived drought.

No, neither one of those were the reason she let out a long, low moan as his thumbs caressed her hardening nipples while simultaneously deepening their kiss. Naomi’s excitement, from the increasing wetness of her pussy to the throbbing of her bud, had to do with the incredibly sexy man arousing all these feelings and sensations within her.

She slid her hand from his chest down to between his legs, enjoying the hard path of rigid muscle. As he rubbed her hand over the crotch, she didn’t quite believe the messages that her sense of touch were sending back to her brain. That’s not a cock, it’s a monster!

“Stuffing,” she mumbled when they finally came up for air from the endless, passionate kiss.

“What’s that, beautiful?” he asked, though he seemed more concerned with unzipping her slacks than getting an answer.

“Stuffing,” Naomi repeated. “You stuff your pants. This isn’t real.” She squeezed the hard bulge for emphasis.

A low rumble of laughter emanated from his throat before he said, “I assure you that is all, one hundred percent me. No stuffing.”

She let out a disbelieving snort and set to unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. After she tucked her fingers in the waistband, she said, “I’m warning you, if all balled up sock falls out of here, I’m leaving.”

“As well you should. But there’s no sock in there. Take a look and see.”

Naomi gave him a suspicious glare before pulling his pants and briefs down to his ankles, kneeling as she did. Oh, mother have mercy, there was no sock or stuffing of any kind in his pants. Just a huge, swollen erect cock that sprang out at her like it had heard her disbeliefs of its existence.

She remained on her knees as she tentatively stroked the length of it, still not quite sure of what she was seeing. A white guy packing dick like this? Was such a thing possible? She’d never seen one this big in either her professional or her personal life. While she’d thought Sean’s cock had been good enough to satisfy her, it didn’t come anywhere near matching Chris’ in either length or girth.

Her caresses grew bolder as she reveled in every bump, ridge, and vein of his cock. A bead of precum formed at the tip and she massaged the sticky gel into the mushroom shaped head. She couldn’t help but smile as he groaned and shuddered, while his cock continued to grow under her touch.

“Do I pass inspection?” he asked, his voice a strangled moan. “Are you satisfied or are you going to leave?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” To prove it, Naomi licked the tip of his cock, enjoying the salty, musky taste of his precum. She dragged her tongue along his dick’s slit, almost unable to contain her delight as he trembled even harder. Where she might have been at his mercy before, he was definitely at hers now.

Naomi took more of his hard cock into her hot, waiting mouth, wondering exactly how much of him would fit. She didn’t have any experience with dicks this big, not to mention the fact she had practically no experience sucking them. Oral sex hadn’t played much of a role in her sex life with Sean. A few squeezes of her breast, a few jerks of his dick, and a few humps in the missionary position pretty much summed up their sexual escapades.

But Chris was different ─
very
different. He aroused a curiosity and awakening in Naomi she’d never experienced with Sean or anyone else. She found herself eager to test her limits and push the sexual envelope by widening her mouth to take in more of his cock. The musky, earthy smell of his crotch heightened her senses and caused her to bob her head faster and faster. It was as if more sexual enlightenment came with the more dick she sucked.

Chris buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer into him and forcing her to take more of his dick than she was prepared for. When Naomi gagged a little, he seemed to realize his mistake because he eased his grip. “Got carried away there. I’m sorry,” he muttered.

I’m not
, Naomi wanted to tell him but didn’t want to interrupt the rhythm she’d developed. Continuing to suck his cock would demonstrate just how un-sorry she was. Showing was almost always better than telling.

At her angle, she couldn’t accurately judge but Naomi thought she had maybe a little more than half of his dick in her mouth when she realized she’d reached her limit. If only she’d sucked more cock in her life, or had a wider mouth, or had a bigger jaw, then she might have been able to tackle more of his enormous erection.

However, Chris seemed to have no complaints with her inability to swallow more of him. In fact, from his loud moans and vigorous thrusts into her mouth, it appeared to Naomi like he was having the time of his life. But that couldn’t be. He was a handsome man with a colossal cock. Surely, he had women falling all over themselves to be with him. Women who could probably swallow him whole without blinking an eye.

But he’s with me now, so ha-ha!
Naomi silently said to her imaginary rivals. And from the way the precum from his dick dripped down her throat in a steady stream, she couldn’t imagine Chris would want to trade her out for any one of those other women either. He bucked his hips at such a furious pace, she could no longer tell if she was sucking his dick or he was fucking her face. It didn’t matter because there was enough heightened sexual pleasure to go around for the both of them.

Naomi’s bud throbbed insistently, wanting in on the action. She would have loved nothing more than to slip her fingers between her hot pussy folds already slick with sticky moisture. However, she couldn’t do it without interrupting her flow with Chris. Seeing him through to completion took priority. While she might not have been able to take in all of his glorious cock, she’d at least make sure he came hard. Her inner straight-A student would come out on top one way or another.

She could tell he would orgasm soon. Not only were his thrusts jerky and disjointed, like he no longer had any control over them, but the steady drips of precum had turned into a solid flow. Naomi prepared herself and her throat to receive the spurts of semen that would soon come her way. She couldn’t wait to taste his salty, sticky essence.

But instead of releasing his cum down her throat as she’d anticipated, Chris suddenly jerked his dick out of her mouth. Before she could say anything or protest, long white ropes of hot cum splattered on to her chest. Spurt after spurt landed at the base of her throat, her breasts and her nipples. She remained there on her knees as his cock continued to spasm, coating her with the hot, stick goodness.

By the time he finished, Naomi was saturated with his cum, with remnants clinging to her breasts and dripping from her nipples. She looked up at him and watched his eyes change from sexual haze to apologetic realization. When he opened his mouth to say something, she flashed him a defiant glare, hoping he’d see he had no reason to say, “I’m sorry.” She’d wanted this as much as he did, which was why she allowed it to happen.

She watched his expression change again, this time to a look of awareness. He nodded as if she’d voiced her thoughts out loud and dropped to his knees beside her so they were almost at eye level. His mouth curled into a wicked smile as he placed his hands on her shoulders, gently easing her to the ground until she was lying on her back.

It was Naomi’s turn to moan as Chris gave her a tongue bath, carefully licking his sticky cum away from her lower neck, upper chest, and breasts. He paid special attention to her nipples, sucking one and then the other until they were hardened little nubs.

“You taste good,” he muttered as he kissed a path to her belly button, inserting his tongue into the crevice there.

“You mean
you
taste good,” Naomi said, hearing a husky satisfaction in her tone.

“
We
taste good,” he countered as he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She lifted her hips to allow him to pull them, along with her panties, down her legs. When his hands lingered longer than necessary at her thighs and calves, she couldn’t help but smile.

Chris caressed her lower stomach with the palm of his hand, coming dangerously close to the mound.
Keep going!
She wanted to shout on behalf of her pulsating bud and hot, wet pussy. Instead, he got up on his feet, stepping carefully out of his pants and briefs.

Selfish bastard
, she thought just before Chris extended his hand out to pull her up to her feet too. He must have read her mind because he asked, “Now do I look like the sort of gentleman who lets his lady go unsatisfied?”

“Hope not,” she mumbled as he twined the fingers of his hand into hers, shooting sparks straight up her arm. Though she’d had his cock in her mouth only minutes before, this act of hand-holding seemed much more intimate and personal. Something that lovers of many years would do, not strangers who’d only met a couple of hours ago ─ if that.