The Billionaire's Wife: The Complete Collection(5)

“Yes” My voice is quieter than usual, and he seems to like it that way as he speeds his pace a little more, but this time with shallow thrusts letting the head of his cock slip in and out of my pussy. His hand squeezes my ass and I feel his fingers inch closer to that virgin hole, then with one deep thrust he slides his thumb inside my ass while he drives his cock in my pussy and I can’t stop it; I can’t hold back. “I’m cumming!”



“Yes! Cum for me!” he seems to have changed his mind about when I can cum but just then I feel him stiffen and his cock blasts multiple warm jets of cum deep inside me as I tighten and throb around him. “Fuck yes!” he shouts at the top of his lungs as he empties his cock inside me.



My head is reeling, I’ve been gasping so hard that I’ve made myself dizzy. Ricky seems to be in much better shape and barely out of breath at all. He slips his cock out of me slowly and I twitch as he pulls out completely. My breath still coming quickly; I pick up my panties as Ricky starts toward the bar, his cock still semi-hard and bouncing as he walks.



“Leaving so soon?” He eyes the panties in my hand and for a moment I’m embarrassed.



“Well, I do have a job to do. I’m pretty sure that Mr. Lambert isn’t paying me to fuck the bartender, as nice as it was.” I slip my panties on as he pours us two glasses of water and flashes that sexy smile and a wink.



“You don’t think so?” I giggle as I grab the glass of water and gulp it down just as quickly as I can without choking. The resounding echo of the basement door swinging open has me fraught with nerves, and a voice shouts down.



“Melissa?! What is taking you so long? We need those bottles now; in fact we needed them an hour ago!” Shit, I thought they’d forgotten about me.



“Umm, just coming now!” I shout back and I hear Ricky start to laugh.



“Your audience awaits!” he says as I reach down for my skirt and slip it up over my scarlet lace panties. My stockings are still perfectly in place and for a moment I’m amazed that they aren’t torn, with as hard as Ricky likes to play. “You’d better hurry, before they come looking for you.” Ricky takes a gulp of his water, amid the sound of footsteps on the stairs.



I just manage to get myself straightened up and get Ricky’s pants and boxer briefs thrown over the bar before a face peers around the door.



“Melissa, what are you…” the young waiter stops himself mid-sentence as he looks up and notices Ricky standing behind the bar, unknown to him, still half naked. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”



I look at the listless waiter and then back to Ricky who shrugs at me and raises his eyebrows. “Melissa,” the young man sidles up to me, now almost whispering. “We need to get back upstairs; they’re almost completely out of champagne!”



“Okay, I’m coming” I straighten my skirt with my palms, flash Ricky a smile that I hope says ‘see you later’ and head towards the basement stairs and the two bottles I had left there earlier.



Things upstairs weren’t nearly as desperate as the young waiter had made out, there were still at least five bottles of Champagne left and with the two I had brought up with me there were now seven. Action in the kitchen however, has started to pick up and I watch for a moment as I try to get my bearings.



“Take this”; the same young water shoves another silver tray in my hands. This time it is completely loaded down with glasses and I don’t dare try to balance it on one hand, especially with my legs still shaking from my encounter with Ricky. “Go!” he steers me towards the kitchen door and pushes me through. I feel like I’m in a dream or maybe drunk, or maybe drunk in a dream. My legs are barely holding me up and I feel like the smell of sex is coming out of my pores. Everyone is going to know.



The crowd in the parlor has thinned out and had long-since begun milling towards a stage that had been set up in the opposite room. I’m not sure what that room is originally for, but it can’t be all that grand with such little in terms of décor or permanent fixtures. I follow the crowd, offering glasses of champagne to donors who are already completely sloshed. As I walk I feel Ricky’s cum beginning to slide out of me and soak my panties. Just the thought of it makes me ache for him again. I contemplate dropping the tray to the floor and making a run for the basement. This doesn’t seem to be an option though as hands begin reaching around me, snagging glass after glass of champagne until my tray is almost empty, a fact for which my shaking legs are thankful. Threading through the crowd I watch as someone walks up on stage and taps the microphone.