Very Bad Billionaires (25 page)

After soothing their inflamed skin, he tested their pussies for wetness. Kelsey was dripping as he knew she would be. He smiled as he dipped a finger into Luisa’s folds. She was hot as fire and her fluids squished as he pushed two fingers inside her. He matched his motions on Kelsey, and soon both women were bucking the bed like untamed broncos.

Donovan brought his fingers out and placed one hand on the outside of Kelsey’s butt. He used his other hand to guide his rock hard cock into Luisa’s dripping hole. He plunged in with one swift push and continued to slam against her while she tightened her inner grasp around his length. He pounded her until he heard her scream out and felt her juices flowing around his shaft.

He pulled out and moved over behind Kelsey. “Ready for me?”

She nodded fervently. “Yes! Fill me now, Donny.”

He wiped his wet dick across her ass and teased her by running his hardness up and down her stretched open crack. He stopped at the puckered brown hole.

“Here?” he asked, and pressed in lightly.

Kelsey groaned and pointed to her nightstand drawer. “Yes, but use the lube and fill both holes, please!”

Donovan looked over to Luisa, who was lying flat on her stomach, still breathing heavily. He took a moment to stride over and get the tube of gel from the drawer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black cock dildo on the bed near a pillow and tossed it to Luisa.

“Put this inside her when I say ‘Go.’ Comprendes?”

“Sí,” she whispered.

Donovan squirted a small amount of the lubricant on Kelsey’s rear opening and worked it in with his finger. He put another dollop on the tip of his shaft before pressing his hardness into her back door.

He pushed in slowly, letting Kelsey position herself to take his length. When he had his full cock imbedded inside her, he nodded at Luisa. “Go!”

Luisa slid down next to Kelsey and gently pushed the cock into her pussy. When the black dildo disappeared into the depths, she turned on the vibrator.

Donovan watched Luisa closely and pulled out and she pushed in. He put one hand on her arm, guiding her to match his movements, so that they acted in tandem, alternately pushing and pulling in and out of Kelsey’s openings.

Kelsey’s cries escalated until Donovan thought his neighbors might hear. It was time.

“On three, Kelse!”

He placed his hands at her waist and pressed in deeper. “One, two, three!”

As he shot his seed into her, he noticed the black cock being expelled as Kelsey contracted her tight vaginal muscles. He knew she had come.

Donovan pulled out and wiped himself on the sheet before lying down on his back next to his wife. He motioned for Luisa to lie down against his other side. With the two women tucked under his arms, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chapter Three

Kelsey awoke when she felt Donovan stirring in his sleep. She lifted her head and saw that Luisa was gone. Resting her head on her husband’s chest, she waited until he wakened.

Several minutes later he kissed the top of her head, and she knew it was time for one of their intimate chats after a sexcapade.

She stretched and slid on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck, tucking them under the pillow while she gave him dozens of little kisses all over his face. Donovan shifted, which was her cue to move off him. Kelsey slid over to his other side.

“Was that your idea for your next conquest with the help?”

She giggled, running her fingers along the side of his face. “I wish I could take credit, but the truth is that I was stumped trying to figure out who’d be the next seduction, so I decided to watch some of our videos for inspiration. I was using my vibrator to get off when Luisa came in the room. Something in her face prompted me to invite her to hold the device for me. I noticed she was getting all hot and bothered watching the video, and I moved her hand to my clit to finish me off.”

She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what he was thinking. Donovan’s face remained impassive, so she continued.

“You came in just a few minutes later. Really, it all happened very quickly. But everything turned out pretty well, don’t you think?”

“It was the hottest scene ever. I loved being able to watch you and participate at the same time, which I would never do with another man present. So, yes, it did turn out pretty well.”

Kelsey brightened that she pleased Donovan. “Should I start to look for other female help?”

Donovan sat up abruptly and leaned against the pillows. He motioned for her to move up and sit next to him. He put his arm around Kelsey, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“No, I think we’re done with fucking the workers. Having to eliminate service people who are doing a good job doesn’t make sense, and our household is suffering for it.”

Kelsey felt a pang of disappointment. “You want to return to the way it was before—just you and me?”

“I never go back to anything. You know that. I’ve decided I want to try something new.”

Kelsey’s eyes widened with interest. “Tell me, Donny!”

“To tell you the truth, Kelse, I picked workers in the beginning because I didn’t want to risk losing you to another man. I knew you’d never leave me for some laborer, so it was a safe way to get excited.”

Kelsey felt a stab in her gut. “I’d never leave you for another man, rich or poor. I love you.”

“I see that now, Kelsey. But I have to tell you that I noticed two things during our little tryst before.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I’ve never been so excited or gotten hard so fast as when I saw the two of you going at it before you knew I was watching. And, now that I’ve observed you in a three-way with both men and women, I can see your preference is for women.”

Kelsey smiled self-consciously. “Was it so obvious?”

Donovan nodded and kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes, and I liked being part of it. I’m not interested in being part of ménage with you and another man, but I like being between two soft, curvy bodies.”

Kelsey was thrilled. “I feel the same way!” she exclaimed and straddled his lap, facing him. “But if we’re not screwing the help anymore, how are we going to find partners?”

Donovan kissed her lightly on the lips. “I have an idea. First, we’re going to visit some special nightclubs that cater to people like us. Once I see how these places operate and how it can be done better, I’ll open an exclusive club for billionaires.”

“Brilliant!” Kelsey admired her husband’s ingenuity. His sometimes-annoying quirk that pushed to him to want more and better was also the quality that made him billions, and that, truly, was why she loved him.

Donovan nudged her slightly, indicating he wanted her to get off him. “My morning meeting was cancelled, which is why I came home. It was rescheduled for this afternoon. I’m going to shower and get ready now.”

He got up, but walked around to sit next to her and deliver another hug and her next assignment.

“I want you to find the hotspots for us to sample in Miami, New York, L.A., London, and Paris. Once you do, I’ll set up business meetings in those cities and make the travel arrangements.”

Kelsey held onto his arm as he started to get up. “Wait. Now I have two things to share. First, I don’t want you to fire Luisa. And—” she paused to flash an impish grin, “I have the name for our new nightclub.”

Donovan sat down again. “All right. You may keep Luisa. She can even travel with us, if you like.” He glanced over at the nightstand clock. “And quick, tell me the name you’ve chosen. I have to get going.”

Kelsey smiled and kept him waiting another few moments before bursting out with, “It’s so obvious. Club Billionaire! No need to explain that it’s exclusive or who can join. Whatcha think?”

Donovan leaned in and kissed her. “I think my wife is brilliant,” he said, and bounded off to the shower.

Kelsey settled into the pillows and reached up to turn off the cameras before pulling her iPad from the nightstand drawer. She had to do her research first and have something to show Donovan when he got out of the shower. She could review and edit the recording later and watch it with him tonight. Maybe they’d even invite Luisa to join them.

A smile engulfed her face.

~The End~

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Morgan Black

1

“So are you coming out with us tonight or not?”

I looked up at my adorable, bubbly, roommate Alexis. Sitting on the floor was the only time she actually looked tall. Her petite stature almost always felt like it was bursting at the seams with the energy that was built up inside her. She was the perfect, affluent college freshman. A cheerleader, in the Student Senate, and she had more money than God. I was lucky that we'd become friends during first semester, and she had offered to let me move into her apartment. Sure, I paid rent, but it wasn't anything much, and she didn't need it anyway. But sometimes, the differences in our worlds were really evident. I couldn't tell her that I couldn't go out tonight because I didn't have the twenty dollars to spend on drinks. And I knew that she would get some jock to pay for them anyway, but it made me uncomfortable knowing that if we couldn’t find someone, I wasn’t even sure if I could pay the cover charge.

“No, I have to work at the library.” Not exactly a lie, but I only had a couple hours to work. I would just hide out there or go to the gym until she left with the rest of our friends.

She stomped her foot, childishly. “You can never go out with us! I swear, why do you even bother working at the library?”

So I could afford food. “I just like the books. You know they're really hurting for people since break is coming up, and I said that I'd stay over break, so they've given me a lot of hours.” She still looked annoyed. “It's fine. I don't mind, really.” I was honestly really lucky to have the hours. And I would stay over break in order to pay my bills in January and February.

She shrugged, “I don't know how you maintain a job with our course load. But good for you.” We were both political science majors, but her minor was in business, though. I hadn’t made a decision about mine yet. Sometimes, I wondered if she was ever going to use her degree, or if she would just become a trophy wife like her mother had. Something else I was hiding from her.

“That's what's nice about working at the library. I can do my homework all I want. I mean, really, if I check out ten books the entire time I'm there tonight, it will be a miracle.” It was true that students didn't really need library aides anymore. We had a machine for them to check books out themselves if they needed them. But mostly, students used their laptops, and did research online. Some came to the library to study, too. It was quiet with no distractions. As an employee, I was more there as security and a monitor than I was to help them find any research material.

She shrugged. “Well, you have a great time then, book nerd. I'm going to get ready to go out. There's this new club downtown, and I heard that they have a whole VIP section. Jake’s going to take me.” She smiled devilishly at the last sentence.

I gave her an assessing look. “Jake, huh? What happened to Stephen?”

She laughed. “Stephen was just a little too… I don't know, weak?”

I began to stack my books on the floor. I was studying in front of the television again, with three books spread out in front of me, way more than our coffee table could handle.

“I don't know how you study with the television on.”

I smiled. “It’s that documentary everyone is talking about, the one about that escort service. I think it’s all fake, but still pretty interesting. They said it’s here in Boston. Unbelievable, but a little hot.” I winked at her.

She shook her head at me, and walked away. “You have to help me pick out something to wear!” I heard her call from her bedroom. I stacked my books, and then walked dutifully into her room. Even though our bedrooms were almost the same size, they looked completely different. Her furniture set matched, while mine did not. I'd hobnobbed a bedroom set together from local thrift stores and then painted the pieces bright colors, but it was only because of Pinterest that it even looked good. Everything of hers was brand-new, and she had the only walk-in closet in the apartment. But she needed it. I only had a few outfits. I mostly just wore the same couple shirts, with a few different pairs of pants, to class. But Alexis was totally different, her closet was completely full of Steve Madden, Michael Kors, and every other designer name you could think of.

“So, what do you think for tonight? I definitely want to wear my new Gucci bangle bracelet, so I'll take my Gucci wristlet as well. Maybe that black number I bought when I was shopping with my mom last week? I mean, Jake would just have to be stupid not to come back here afterwards.”

I smiled at her. “The black dress it is. Just make sure your ass isn’t hanging out. You want him to come and get it, not come and have already seen it.”

“Excellent point. You better get to the library, I guess. I'll see you tomorrow morning.”

I looked at my cell phone to check the time, “Shit, yeah, I gotta get to work. I start my shift in ten minutes, and you know it takes longer than that to walk across campus.” I grabbed my books off the table, and shoved them in my backpack before waving goodbye to her as I shut the door.

As I got outside, I rifled through my backpack to pull out my scarf. I hadn’t worn anything more than hooded sweatshirt all day, but suddenly my neck was feeling exposed. I hustled across campus, feeling glad that I had running sneakers on to make it to work on time. In the dark, I saw the looming library standing before me. It looked a little scary at night, but I'd worked enough late nights to know that it would be quiet in there. It was my safety zone, and even though it didn't give me a lot in the amount of a paycheck, it gave me an excuse for why I couldn't always do all the fun things that Alexis and her friends did. She hadn’t seemed to catch on yet. I think she thought my bedroom furniture, and lack of wardrobe was just because I was a hipster. But I wasn't. It didn't matter to me what she thought, as long as she didn't know that I was having trouble paying the rent.

The sliding glass doors greeted me with warm air as I entered the library. I quickly walked behind the counter because I saw one of the grad students coming down the stairs. If he knew I was late, I'd be in trouble. I typed my code into the computer just as he rounded the corner. I forgot how good he looked, even though he was a complete ass.

“Just on time, Calla?”

I smiled. “Always on time, Shane. I didn't know you were working tonight.”

He nodded. “Just you and me. We decided that we didn't need Julie tonight, so I sent her home. You're only working a two-hour shift though, right?”

I nodded again. “I mean, it's already nine. We’re only open until midnight.”

He looked me over, noticing my sweat pants and hooded sweatshirt. He knew I had no plans for after work. “Do you think you'd be a willing to stay until midnight? There's a party I want to go to.”

It was a Friday night on campus. There was always a party to go to. “Sure, I don’t have any other plans.”

He moved closer to me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. He bent down to whisper into my ear. “I'll give you the address if you want to join me. It's been a while since we've had any time together.”

I rolled my eyes, and pushed him back. We had agreed to not talk about that night. He hadn’t said anything about it since. “Whatever.”

When I first got the job at the library, it had maybe been in October, and I had met Shane at a party. Alexis and I were just getting to know each other, and she invited me out with some frat boys. Not really my scene as I was more the intellectual type of partier: coffeehouses and wine tastings. But I didn't want to ruin a potentially great friendship, so I went out with her.

Shane recognized me from my new position at the library, and offered me a little bit more to drink than I should have. It had only been one night, but every time I saw him since, I couldn't help thinking about it. Shane was dynamite in bed. He had the perfect just-past-college physique; he was lean, but with strong shoulders and a six-pack. As much as I had pushed him away the past couple months, I couldn't help that his offer sounded tantalizing. I hadn’t been seeing anyone, and really hadn't had any really good sex since him. Against my better judgment, I told him I was going upstairs.

“I've got some reference books to go through on the third floor. I'm not in the mood to go to your party, but I'll be up there probably for the next hour by myself. I might need some help with the heavier books.”

I took off my sweatshirt, and left it on the chair at the circulation desk. Underneath that, all I had on was a little cami and a sports bra. I knew I was teasing him, and it probably wasn't fair, except that a small part of me wanted him to act on it. Shane made me feel dangerous. I walked up the stairs to the third floor, and made a sharp left to go into the darkest corner of the stacks. There wasn't a single person on the entire floor. I checked a couple of the study rooms just to be sure, but I was completely alone. I pushed the cart down to the last aisle, and started stacking some of the books about Art History in the Middle Ages. I had moved into the second row, which still wasn't very well lit at this time of night, when I felt a hand around my waist. I almost screamed, but I knew it was him. He had figured out my little game. He put his hand across my mouth, and spun me around towards him. When I turned around, I was looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes, almost hidden underneath shaggy blonde hair. They were reeling me in with every breath. “I get that you're not a party girl. You would prefer to be here.”

He removed his hand from my mouth, and I nodded. “It's quiet here. Nobody knows your secrets. The books can’t tell my secrets. People can.”

He had a smug half smile on his face. “Should we go to a study room?”

I took him by the hand, and led him across the aisle from where I was working into a secluded study room that was connected to the back of the elevator. No one ever used it, and it had its own light switch. I pulled him in by the front of the shirt, and he closed the door behind him. His back was against the door when I flicked off the light switch, so that we were plunged into almost darkness. There was just a glow coming from the lights outside in the Art History section. We could hardly see, but that just made it more interesting. He yanked off my top, and dragged his fingers along the back of my neck, and down my back until he reached my ass. He gave me a light slap before he started to kiss me.

I could feel his tongue breaching my lips, and I allowed him access to my mouth. We continued to kiss for only a minute more, before I broke free, and tossed my head back. He trailed kisses down my throat and collarbone. He slipped a finger under my sports bra, and began to pull it over my head just as he had with my shirt.

“We should do this every shift,” he murmured into my skin.

I could only nod; words were escaping me. I took a deep breath, and pushed my hands underneath his shirt. I pulled the tight shirt off easily, and threw it across the small room. I pushed him against the wall again, and pressed my body onto his. The warmth of his skin made my flesh tingle with excitement.

He ran his hands through my hair as we continued to kiss. But, as he released me, he moved his hands down to my waist, and then gently pulled down my pants. Shane wasn’t one to waste time on foreplay. He pulled them down to my knees, and then removed his own jeans. I stepped out of my shoes, and took my pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

I was completely naked, in the dark of the night. The only two people who may ever know about this were secluded in a small sweaty room on the third floor. It was everything.

He picked me up so that my legs swung around him, and he laid me on the wooden study table. My legs hung off the edge.

“I wish I could see you better,” I heard him whisper.

“Don’t you dare turn on that light.” I couldn’t let anyone know about this.

“So secretive.” Then he added, “Then you better be quiet. And if memory serves me right, you’re not.”

He spread my legs, and put his dick inside me. It was quick, and made my toes curl. He wrapped a hand loosely around my throat while he pumped in and out. He pulled on my shoulder for leverage, and I felt him push deeper into my folds. Suddenly, he pulled out and didn’t return. I pushed myself up on my elbows to see why.

He was bent down, and began kissing the inside of my thighs. Shit, now I was going to get loud.

“Grab me my pants,” I commanded.

“But I just started!”

“Just do it.”

He searched the floor until he found them, and then tossed them to me.

“Okay, now you can keep going.” I put the pants over my mouth so the whole library wouldn’t hear me scream.

He shook his head. “You’re nuts.”

“No, I’m smart.”

He went back down between my legs, but instead of using his mouth, he quickly switched to his fingers. He rubbed circles on my clit, and made my legs tremble. I moaned softly.

He continue to rub, as he stood back up, and used his hand to guide his dick back into me. He slipped it in, and then began furiously pumping in and out, his fingers moving faster with each thrust.

“Oh my God!” I yelled into my sweatpants. I held them tighter over my face. “Yes!”

He was right. I wasn’t quiet.

He pushed one final time, and I felt his come fill me. He continued to rub my mound until I came just a minute after.

I saw something in the shadows of the bookcases.

“There’s someone up here,” I whispered to him, forgetting the pants.