The Billionaire From Chicago_A BWWM Billionaire Romance

by Simply BWWM

  “I’m not totally pushing the idea of having sex to get pregnant out of the contention,” Elizabeth said. “I’ll say that.”

  “Then for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of this delicious meal and maybe see about getting dessert somewhere on the way back to the hotel, and I’ll drop you off, and tomorrow we can meet up again for lunch or something and look over the contract.” Elizabeth considered that for a moment and then nodded her agreement.

  “That sounds like an excellent plan,” she told him and proceeded to do just that.

  Chapter4

  Luke followed Elizabeth back through the doors into the Allegro, carefully carrying the bag from Toni Patisserie while Elizabeth carried the slightly heavier bag they’d gotten to carry a bottle of champagne. He smiled to himself as they moved towards the elevator together; there weren’t as many people in the lobby and bar area as he would have thought, considering that it wasn’t all that late, But, Luke reasoned, most of the hotel’s patrons were either in for the night--the way he was, heading up to Liz’s room with her--or they were likely still taking the city by storm, going to the real bars and clubs that Chicago boasted.

  They’d barely made it in time before Toni’s closed, and had snatched up miniature desserts at random from what had been left in the case: tarts of different kinds, macaroons, and a couple of brownies, since they couldn’t make up their minds what they specifically wanted.

  As they’d walked up towards Randolph Street where Luke had told David to meet them, Elizabeth had suggested tentatively that a bottle of champagne might be a good way to continue their indulgence, and Luke had been fully onboard with that. Instead of going straight back to the hotel, Luke had David stop off at Pastoral and he’d quickly gone and bought a bottle.

  In the back of his mind, all throughout dinner, Luke had considered the possibility of suggesting to Liz that a “trial run” would be a good idea to help her decide whether or not to move forward with bearing a child for him. While he’d never actually fallen in love--at least, not that he knew of--Luke had never had any problem with finding women willing to spend the night with him; and he thought that he could detect a little hint of the same kind of curiosity in Elizabeth as they ate and talked.

  By some miracle, they ended up going into the elevator alone. “So,” Elizabeth said, turning to face him. “I can’t be the only one here wondering if we’re going to have a nice, chaste rest of the evening--drinking champagne and eating pastries--and then part ways before midnight with you going back home.” Luke chuckled.

  “You know, I should have remembered that you are pretty damn direct,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just trying to get around to asking if you wouldn’t mind having a little ‘trial run’ of what it would be like to have sex in order to conceive.”

  Instead of responding in words, Elizabeth carefully put her arms around his shoulders, leaned up onto the balls of her feet, and kissed him lightly on the lips. It was so like the way she used to kiss him when they’d been teenagers--playful, sweet, with just a hint of suggestion that she knew exactly how it affected him--that for a moment, Luke was almost taken aback.

  He recovered quickly, putting his arms around her waist and drawing her close, listening absently as the elevator beeped through the floors steadily. There wasn’t enough time for them to really get into it--but the feeling of Elizabeth’s body pressed up against his, her lips soft and firm at the same time, her breasts crushed against his chest through the fabric of their clothes, was enough to make him wish that she’d gotten a room on the top floor of the building.

  They broke away from each other as the elevator pinged to announce their arrival on the sixth floor, and Luke followed Elizabeth out onto the hallway, even more eager than before to get alone--really alone--with her. He gripped the handles on the bag of pastries a little more firmly; he had already started to get turned on in the elevator, and he could feel the heat beginning to pool along his groin, feel his cock starting to stir and harden. He felt like a puppy following its owner, trailing just behind Elizabeth as she turned the corner and they finally--finally--arrived at her room.

  But Luke knew that they wouldn’t be getting down to sex right away; that wouldn’t make any sense at all. He reminded himself, as Elizabeth inserted her key card and took it out, and then had to try it again because she’d gone too fast, that they had to build up at least a little bit to having sex; they weren’t on a one-night stand, and they weren’t established lovers.

  The fact that the room--cozy, and well-lit--didn’t boast much more than the bed for places to sit comfortably made Luke think that the transition to sex would be a little faster than it would otherwise. He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of staying the night with the woman he’d contacted on the site; so, he’d gotten a Queen room instead of a larger suite for her--in his mind, there was no real need for anything more lavish than that, especially at such a nice hotel.

  “I’ll pour the champagne,” he suggested when the door closed behind them. Elizabeth nodded and kicked off her shoes, and once again there was that odd kind of awkwardness, like they were teenagers again: horny but shy about taking the next step. Luke kicked off his shoes as well, leaving them near the door, and looked around for glasses in the room. Since there was a mini-bar included, he was able to find a couple of cocktail-type glasses, which were good enough.

  Elizabeth handed him the champagne, and Luke got to work opening the bottle while she began setting out the different pastries they’d gotten at Toni’s. Luke thought about how he could possibly move things out of the awkward fork in the road they’d taken and back onto the right track—suddenly, there seemed to be little that was more important than finding out what Elizabeth’s body looked like underneath the dress that covered most of it.

  She turned on the TV to something bland, and as Luke opened the bottle of champagne carefully, he looked at her. If he had to guess, Elizabeth’s mind was occupied with a very similar train of thought to his own.

  She started slightly at the sound of the cork popping free of the champagne bottle, and Luke grinned as he poured the two glasses full. He set the bottle aside and handed Liz her glass, and then--when her guard was down--leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I think we can do this,” he murmured, barely breaking away from the kiss.

  “I mean, I know I can do this, technically,” Elizabeth said, her lips brushing against his. Luke chuckled lowly. He put his champagne down and wrapped his arms around Elizabeth’s waist, pulling her body closer to his.

  He kissed her again, more deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue; somehow, Elizabeth’s lips tasted exactly the same way they had when they were teenagers, but totally different at the same time: sweet, sharp, with the lingering flavor of the champagne cocktail she’d finished at the restaurant, and the champagne she’d managed to get a sip of before they’d begun kissing.

  “Let’s take it slow,” Luke suggested, pulling back just slightly.

  “Okay,” Liz said, nodding a bit as they both pulled away from each other a few inches. Luke could almost feel the heat vibrating between them, and the only thing that stopped him from plunging ahead without hesitation was that little element of awkwardness that still existed between them.

  “Why don’t you lie back on the bed and sip your champagne, and I’ll massage your feet?” He gave her a rakish smile, and he saw Elizabeth hesitate slightly--though he didn’t know why--but then, a moment later, she climbed onto the bed and settled back against the headboard, leaving her stocking-clad feet free on top of the duvet, her dress tucked around her thighs demurely. Luke grinned to himself and grabbed his glass of champagne, moving to the foot of the bed to get to work.

  He had--a few years earlier, when he’d still been optimistic about finding love--learned a few things. One of them was that the best way to make a woman comfortable, to turn her into human putty in his hands, was to rub her feet and let her fully relax. Luke started on Elizabeth’s right foot, kneading the del
icate, high arch firmly, watching for her reaction to make sure he didn’t hurt her; but the little almost-purr of relief that left her throat told him he was on the right track.

  Her feet were small enough that he could take breaks to sip his champagne as he worked the delicate, tense muscles with his fingers, spreading her toes as much as the thin material of her stockings would allow, to work away at the tension in the balls of her feet.

  By the time he moved to her left foot, he could tell that he was beginning to get the desired effect; he suggested to Elizabeth that she should start on the pastries they’d gotten for their dessert and watched with a mixture of amusement and desire as she helped herself to a cream puff, moaning softly in pleasure at the taste and texture.

  Luke started to move up along Elizabeth’s leg slowly, carefully massaging her ankle, then up to her calf. He set his champagne aside completely, making sure it was out of the range where it might get knocked over, and checked to ensure that Liz’s champagne was similarly out of the way.

  When he was sure that she was fully relaxed, Luke slithered up along Elizabeth’s legs, moving up to claim her lips with his own. He let his hands begin to wander over the curves of her body, caressing her through the fabric of her clothes, and kissed her more hungrily, holding back only as much as he needed to make sure she was following along with him, that she was in the same place as he was, mentally.

  For a long time--or at least it seemed that way to Luke--they stayed like that, just kissing and touching, both of them almost avoiding each other’s most intimate parts as they teased and caressed each other. Luke felt the heat pooling along his groin, felt himself getting hard and then harder, his cock straining at the fly of his suddenly too-tight jeans as he finally let his hands cup Elizabeth’s firm, heavy breasts through her clothes, and squeezed them lightly.

  Elizabeth moaned against his lips at that, and Luke dropped down to her neck, nibbling softly at the spot where he could feel her pulse fluttering. He felt her nipples hardening, straining at the fabric that separated them from his hands, and knew that they were both more than ready to move onto the next phase. He pulled back from Elizabeth’s neck and smiled at her slightly as he let his hands fall away from her breasts, and slipped off the blazer he’d put on to meet her.

  His tee shirt followed suit, and he felt Elizabeth wriggle out from under him; startled, he looked and saw that rather than trying to get away from him, she had reached down to the hem of her dress. She pulled it up along her thighs, her hips, revealing the lace tights she wore underneath along with the barely-there panties she had underneath that, and then the matching brassiere as she pulled the dress up and up, over her head.

  As soon as Elizabeth tossed her dress aside, Luke moved to cover her body with his own, pinning her down against the bed. He kissed her eagerly and pushed his hips up against Elizabeth’s, rubbing against the juncture of her thighs. She moaned and pushed down against him, and the heat between the two of them intensified as they began to kiss each other more hungrily, hands wandering everywhere.

  He dropped down to her throat once more, nipping and nibbling and kissing, and bit by bit they managed to both move around on the bed, grabbing at the closures on each other’s remaining clothes; for a moment, the prospect of Elizabeth’s lacy tights stumped Luke, but she chuckled low in her throat as he hesitated there.

  “They only cost me about two bucks; I can replace them pretty easily,” she told him. Luke grinned and ripped the flimsy material carefully away from her, making sure not to pull too hard against her skin. Before Luke knew it, he had Elizabeth fully naked, her cheeks and the top of her chest flushed, underneath him. She was every bit as tempting, every bit as glorious naked as he could have hoped, her breasts moving with her panting breaths, her dusky rose-colored nipples hardened into little nubs. His gaze traveled downward to take in the sight of her pussy: a small, dark triangle of hair pointed downward to her bare labia, already soaking wet from her arousal, slick down almost onto her thighs.

  Luke realized that he was still in his boxers; he sat back on his knees, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, and pushed them down over his hips to free his throbbing, hard cock. He caught sight of Elizabeth’s slightly startled look and chuckled.

  “I mean, it isn't like you haven’t seen it before,” he pointed out. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

  “Well yeah, I’ve seen it, but it’s been years--and besides, we never actually did that much,” Elizabeth pointed out. Luke had to concede she was right about that.

  He wriggled the rest of the way out of his shorts and covered Elizabeth’s body with his own once more, kissing her eagerly. “I don’t think we need to use a condom, do we?” He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of having sex with the woman he’d contacted on the site; he hadn’t known it would be Elizabeth, and so he hadn’t prepared for the outside chance that he would be attracted to his potential surrogate.

  “You’re clean, right?” Luke nodded. “I am too,” Elizabeth said. “So, I mean...if the point is a trial run for getting me pregnant, then I guess we shouldn’t use a condom.”

  “Sounds great,” Luke told her. He slipped down between her legs, and the feeling of Elizabeth’s wet heat against his cock was almost agony, reminding him of what he wanted so much--and what he knew he couldn’t have just yet. He rocked his hips against hers, rubbing his erection against Elizabeth’s slick, slippery folds, and she twisted her own hips down to meet the movements, moaning as his cock rubbed against her clitoris.

  Elizabeth moaned against his neck, and Luke struggled to hold back a few more moments, to keep himself composed just enough to actually enjoy the moment to its peak. They stayed like that for several minutes, rubbing against each other, their hands wandering and trailing over each other’s bodies, and then Luke couldn’t stand it anymore.

  He shifted against Elizabeth, reaching down between their bodies to guide the tip of his cock up against her inner labia. He thrust into her slowly, savoring the feeling of Elizabeth’s tight, wet pussy wrapping around his cock inch by inch. “Fuck,” Luke murmured, kissing Elizabeth lazily on the lips. “If I’d known you felt this good, I wouldn’t have let things end between us until after I got a chance to try it.” Elizabeth chuckled lowly, pushing her hips down to meet his thrust.

  Luke pushed deeper and deeper inside of Elizabeth’s tight, wet heat until their hips were pressed flush together, and just rested there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her muscles tightening and flexing around him in little spasms. When he was sure he wouldn’t lose control of himself immediately, he began to move inside of her, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting deep inside of her, finding a rhythm.

  Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist, falling into the rhythm that Luke created, twisting her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. She felt absolutely amazing, fitting him like a glove, so hot and wet that Luke knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. He slowed down and nearly stopped, kissing Elizabeth everywhere, dropping down to her breasts to worship each of her nipples in turn with his lips and tongue. He wanted--as much as he could--to savor the moment, since he had no idea whether or not Elizabeth would follow through on being his surrogate.

  Luke began to speed up again when he was sure he wouldn’t come right away, and Elizabeth kissed and nibbled along the column of his throat, up to his earlobe and down to his collarbones, her hands trailing over his back, caressing him as they moved together. Before too long, they were both moving with abandon, the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies filling Luke’s ears along with Elizabeth’s moans and gasps of pleasure. He reached down between her hips and found her clit by touch, wanting to at least get her off one time before he tumbled over the edge himself. Luke carefully rubbed the little bead of nerves, swirling his fingertips around it in counterpoint to his thrusts.

  He brought Elizabeth to the edge and then slowed down, again and again, until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Luke began to thrust into Elizabet
h with abandon, stroking her clit even as he pounded into her, kissing her face and neck and chest as he struggled to hold back just long enough to let her climax first.

  When he felt Elizabeth’s whole body tense up, her moans cutting off to be replaced with stuttering gasps, Luke went even faster. He felt the spasms around his cock come faster, more erratically, and all at once Elizabeth came, the wet heat of her pussy gushing slightly as she shuddered underneath him.

  Luke gave into the tension he could feel gathering in his balls, and kissed Elizabeth hungrily on the lips, moaning as the first wave of pleasure crackled through his nervous system. He kept moving for as long as he could, trying to maximize both their orgasms, but after what seemed like only a few moments, Luke felt his muscles begin to go slack as the waves of pleasure began to ebb, leaving him spent.

  He caught himself before he fell onto Elizabeth’s body, burying his face against her neck as they both went still. Both of them panting and gasping for breath, Luke pressed a lazy kiss to Liz’s neck. “We should do that again in like...twenty minutes,” he said.

  “Twenty minutes and a shower,” Elizabeth countered. “But yeah, definitely.”

  Chapter5

  Elizabeth looked around the apartment she had formally taken possession of only about three hours before, trying not to feel disturbed by how impersonal it seemed to her. My stuff will be here in a few days, and it’ll be more homelike then, she told herself, glancing around the living room.

  Luke had suggested that for the best possible transition, she choose a handful of furniture items she didn’t want to live without--and her bed, along with her kitchen table, had made the cut, as had her desk--and then donate or sell the rest, that he’d be happy to furnish the apartment he’d chosen for her.