“Where are we going?” I whisper as we get to the top of the stairs, “I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be up here!” Gideon pays no attention as he drags me down a hallway. I know just what he wants; his cock has been aching since our interrupted session under the table downstairs, and now he wants to finish what I started. We pass a number of doors before Gideon opens one and pulls me inside. He kicks the door closed and drags me to the large four poster bed in the center of the room. He wastes no time pushing me back on to the bed, his lips pressing in to my neck and his hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. I’ve never seen Gideon Lambert so flustered before.
“Now, Mrs. Lambert,” Gideon drops his pants to the floor, kicking off his shoes and letting his dress pants slide over his socks. As he leans down to slip off his socks I feel him rise back up with his hands on my knees, slowly sliding his hands up my thighs, lifting my dress. “Let’s see what we can do to reward you for being such a good wife…” I close my eyes as I feel his hands slide between my thighs, spreading them slightly before burying his face between them. His stubble scratches gently at my soft skin but all I can focus on at the minute is his warm wet tongue brushing strokes along my pussy lips. “You taste so good.” He laps a little faster before sliding a single finger inside me as he continues to lick my aching pussy.
“Mmmm, that feels so good Gideon.” As I say these words he slides a second finger inside me and slides his tongue from my opening up to my clitoris. “I want you inside me; I want you to fuck me…”
“Mmmm, you will get my cock in you when I’ve had the chance to explore this sexy pussy a little more.” He smiles up at me before burying his mouth down on to my pussy again. I feel his tongue sliding in small circles, he pushes my legs further apart and hums against me as he feels just how wet he is making me.
Gideon slides his fingers out of me and crawls up on to the bed, straddling me, his thick cock throbbing against the soft satin of my bodice, just out of reach of my lips. I want to taste that thick cock between my wet lips and to slide it deep in to my mouth and down my throat until I can no longer catch my breath. I want to taste him. He slides his cock over my moist lips and I manage to slide out my tongue and taste him just once before he pulls away, teasing me.
“And no fucking tonight, Mrs. Lambert, tonight I’m going to make love to you. Tonight I’m going to treat you like the princess you are and give you the most incredible orgasm you have ever experienced.” His words make me dizzy and I close my eyes, taking a deep breath in, my lips parting ever so slightly once more. As I let my tongue moisten my lips I feel his shift of weight and the tip of his cock brushes against my tongue. The sweet saltiness of his cum tickles the tip of my tongue and I open wider, begging for his cock again, my eyes still closed. He dips his cock in to my mouth, one slow thrust, hitting the back of my throat gently and I close my lips around him, massaging his thickness with my tongue, begging to taste him cumming in my mouth. He pulls backward, hesitating and then driving forwards again. I feel that big cock growing harder inside my mouth and I let out a moan, encouraging him to fuck my mouth until he cums.
“Mmm, as inviting as that is, tonight is all about you, so…” he slides off to the side of me and prompts me to sit up so he can undress me. I open my eyes and slide to the edge of the bed, letting my dress bunch around my waist. Gideon spreads his legs and slides behind me, a leg either side of my thighs and his throbbing cock pressing firmly against my back. He unzips the dress slowly, running kisses down my back as he does so.
“Stand up,” he nudges me gently off the edge of the bed and slides forward so that he can push the dress off me. I slide on to the floor, he slips the sleeves of my dress down over my shoulders and I shrug the top half down before letting the dress slip on to the floor. His hands take my shoulders and he spins me around, “now, what should I do with this body, this perfect, delicious body” he runs a finger down my chest between my breasts.
“Absolutely anything you like” I see his eyes come to rest on my nipples and take a step forward. He doesn’t miss a beat as he slips my nipple between his lips and draws circles around it with his tongue. As he teases my right nipple with his tongue, he takes the left between his finger and thumb and carefully rolls it between them. He opens his mouth a little wider now, sucking more of my breast in to his mouth, sliding his hand down over my body until he gets to my pussy lips that are already begging for him. One finger, two fingers, he slides them inside me and slowly he slips them out before sliding them back in.
I can hear just how wet he has made me once again as my pussy sucks desperately at his fingers. He slides those fingers in and out of me, working that slick wet pussy juice all over my lips. He slides his lips to my left nipple now and as he begins to suck that one slowly he buries his fingers in to my pussy again just as deep as he can and slowly he beckons forward, stroking me softly and making me so wet that I can barely take anymore. Each time his fingers hit that spot I feel the incredible pressure start to build, I feel myself aching for more and my breath comes so quickly that I’m starting to get dizzy.
“Oh no, Mrs. Lambert, we’re not ready for you to cum just yet.” My nipple slips from his mouth as he speaks and he slides his fingers out of me before switching places with me and pushing me back down on the bed. “First I want a real taste of this succulent pussy.” As these words drop from his lips, he falls to his knees and once again buries his face between my thighs. His long tongue beginning to massage my clitoris before he slides it downwards and probes my opening. He moans as he laps at me and I hear the suction of my soaking wet pussy inviting him back for more and his hands slide under my legs pushing them upwards, outwards so he can slide his tongue in deeper. “Mmmm” he moans again, burying his tongue inside me, lapping every inch of my tight pussy that he can reach, pushing my legs apart as far as they will go and yet still begging for more. I lift myself off the bed, just enough to press his tongue deeper inside me, my hands grasp on to the striped coverlet of the bed and he wraps his lips around my pussy and starts to suck me softly. As he suckles my clitoris and I feel myself mounting, his tongue darts in and out of me and his lips taste everything I have to offer until I can’t hold back anymore. I let out a cry as my hands ball in the coverlet of the bed, twisting the fabric, my legs stiffening against his hands. My whole body shudders as I cum around his tongue, letting him taste me as I give him exactly what he was waiting for. He moans in to me as he tastes my cum flooding in to his mouth, pushing harder and deeper making sure to get every drop.
As my body slows I fall back down to the bed and Gideon slides my legs down as well. With one last lick he tastes my cum again before crawling up on to the bed to kiss me, his face glistening. I taste myself on his mouth, that sweet pussy taste and the warmth of his breath.
“You. Taste. Amazing.” He says breathlessly, pressing his lips against mine and pushing his naked body in to me. His cock is harder than I’ve ever felt it before, digging in to my stomach almost to the point of pain, but not quite. He rocks backwards, watching me with those sparkling eyes, his hair flopping down over them. “But…I’m not finished with you yet, that was only the beginning.” He leans down again to press his mouth to mine and he rocks softly, his cock sliding against my warm skin. His breathlessness against my mouth is enough to make me ache for him inside me. I feel his cock throbbing as he works it against the softness of my stomach, I feel him rocking himself, teasing himself, pushing himself to the edge. I know what he wants; he wants to bury his cock deep inside her; inside my tight pussy that is dripping with cum. I want him inside me, as incredible as his tongue felt I know that his throbbing cock can feel a million times better and I want that, I want him to fill me with his cum.
“I want you inside me Gideon,” I plead with him with my eyes and run my tongue along my parched lips.
“Oh, believe me, you’ll get just that…” he flashes a wicked smile, the kind of smile he had that night he blindfolded me with my panties. His knees creep
downward on either side of my body; I feel his throbbing cock moving closer to my pussy as he presses his face in to my neck. Carefully he lays his dick against my shaved pussy lips, careful not to slip inside before he’s ready to give me exactly what I want. No, Gideon has to tease first.
The wetness of my pussy makes it easy for his cock to glide over my pussy lips, I hear his breath catch as he uses my pussy to stroke his cock, slowly at first and then a little faster. The friction makes me ache. He leaves me throbbing, aching for his cock inside me if only for a second and then with one quick thrust he slides inside me completely. Driving his cock down to his balls, burying his member as far inside me as he can before thrusting just a little harder. I can’t process the incredible feeling it brings as I finally feel him inside me, after so much teasing. I know I won’t last long, even after cumming once already, I know that this sudden thrust, this deep pounding of my aching slit is going to push me over the edge in a matter of minutes but I surrender.
Gideon presses his warm body against me, his face pressed against mine, his arms either side of my head as he drives his cock deeper. I feel his dick getting rock solid as he works it inside my pussy, I feel my breath coming fast but as it does Gideon stops moving, leaving his cock buried inside me and I feel his mouth against my ear.
“I want to make you cum so hard, I want you to cum so hard that you milk my cock with your pussy.” His voice is raspy and I tense the muscles inside me to draw his cock in deeper. As I do this Gideon starts to thrust again. Each thrust pushes me closer and I watch him close his eyes, the velvet folds of my sex massaging him until he can take no more and with one shuddering thrust we explode together. My sweet pussy suckling his cock, milking every drop of cum and reveling in the warmth of it as it spills out inside me. I smile up at him, his mouth open and his body still shuddering. Our breath comes in unison as we both pant for air, our bodies spent and weak. With one final throb he comes to a standstill, letting his cock slide out of me, a last few stringy strands connecting us before he collapses on the bed beside me. I feel his cum sliding out of me as I lay still beside him, my breath coming quickly and my body still trembling.
Chapter Fifteen
The room is still as we both lie on the bed staring up at the ceiling, our breath finally coming slower but both of us still tired. My mouth is parched and while I would do anything for a glass of water, I’m afraid that trying to get to my feet at the moment is out of the question. My trembling legs would hold me up for all of two seconds before giving way. I slide my tongue over my bottom lip and take a deep breath.
“Gideon…” He turns his head sideways to face me, “Ricky, well…I don’t know what to call you but do you think you could get me a glass of water?” He laughs and slides off the bed, heading towards the en suite bathroom. I wonder how he knows his way around the upstairs of this place so well while he fills a glass from the bathroom tap. “How do you know your way around here so well?”
“Hmm?” the tap turns off and he brings out my water, taking a drink of it himself before handing it to me.
“I said…” I gulp down as much water as I can, “how do you know your way around here so well?”
“Oh,” he takes the empty glass from my hand and sets it on the night stand before lying back on the bed beside me, “you know.”
“No?”
“Oh, right. Well, they always hold these things here; I’m something of a veteran donor for every cause under the sun. Usually they’ll put me up here so I don’t have to drive home if I’ve had too much to drink.” I roll over to face him.
“Why don’t you have a driver like, umm…the old couple we met downstairs?” He turns his head to look at me.
“I told you already, I can’t stand the richy rich lifestyle. I mean, I have two perfectly working arms and two perfectly working legs and if I get too drunk to drive I’ll call a cab or” he gestures around the room “crash at a hotel or something.”
“Oh. It must be strange being around so many people who do live that lifestyle when you choose not to though. I mean tonight I felt so out of my league with everyone asking me about being a billionaire’s wife and I just had no clue what to say. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the name of the building where you live!” Gideon laughs shaking the bed as he does.
“Well I can imagine that would be a little uncomfortable, why didn’t you let me know you needed ‘saving’?” I shrug, looking up at the ceiling wondering whether I dare ask him why I had to play his wife to all these people anyway.
“It was, and I didn’t know how because you were too busy talking to Howard. Besides, how exactly would a woman go about asking her husband what the name of the building they live in is called?” I wait for an answer; I wait for him to pick up on just how hurt I am that tonight I felt like nothing more than an actress. There’s something about having to pretend you’re someone you’re not that feels shameful, pretending that I’m his wife, the fact that he can’t admit that I’m his girlfriend.
Gideon doesn’t answer; his eyes turn back to the ceiling. After a few more minutes of silence I ask him,
“Do I look a lot like her?” I feel him turn his head again to look at me.
“What?”
“Your wife, do I look a lot like her? No one seemed to bat an eyelid tonight when you told them they’d met me before. I mean, I must look quite a bit like her in order for them to believe that they’ve already met me before…right?” Gideon gets quiet, he turns his head away. “I just…” I try to gauge his expression but I can barely see his face now. “Never mind.” Gideon doesn’t speak again, he lays still, we both lay still in silence.
After an uncomfortably long silence I slip off the bed and slide my dress over my thighs, pulling it up over my shoulders. Gideon follows my lead and gets up starting to dress himself too.
“Could you zip me up?” I don’t dare face him; I don’t want him to see that I’m crying like the stupid lovesick schoolgirl, the ‘bit on the side.’ He comes over and zips up my dress and as I feel his hands against my skin one more time, I can no longer contain the tears. They begin to flood down my cheeks and I can’t stop them. Stepping in to my heels, I grab my clutch purse and turn to face him. His eyes meet mine and I give him a sad smile before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for a lovely evening, Gideon.” I wipe my tears from his face and straighten his collar. “I’m afraid I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t be something I’m not, no matter how much I might want to be. I can’t be your wife lookalike, I just can’t.” I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye as I say these final words. He says nothing and I head for the door.
Chapter Sixteen
As I slip under the velvet rope downstairs I half expect Gideon to come chasing after me, but as I turn to look back up the stairs, he is nowhere to be seen. I wipe at my cheeks, sure that my makeup has all but slid down my face; I head straight for the front door. The man who had greeted us as we arrived was no longer outside, but another man in a similar uniform was standing in his place.
“Excuse me?” I sniffle and he turns around.
“Yes Ma’am?”
“Do you think that you could get me a cab?” As I say these words I hear Gideon mocking me for asking for a cab at such a high society function. The doorman, however, doesn’t think twice.
“Of course Ma’am.” Stepping down to the front of the building he waves his hand quite impressively and a black car pulls up from the side of the house. “Here we are Ma’am.”
“Umm…” I realize as I look at the small clutch purse in my hand that I have very little money and I lean over to the doorman. “I’m so embarrassed, but I don’t have any cash on me, I’m afraid I’ll have to walk.”
The doorman leans in to me and says with a whisper, “This is an estate car, Mrs. Lambert so please don’t worry about the fare, the estate provides his services for our guests on occasions such as this. Just tell him where you’d like to go and he will take you there.” He flashes me a smile, a warm
smile that for the first time all night makes me feel normal.
“Thank you so much.” I offer him a smile back and he opens the rear door of the car for me. I had felt so out of my element all night that it was a welcome relief to get away from the gravel driveway and on to the main street. I debate whether I should go straight home or beg the receptionist at Gideon’s building to let me in so I can grab my stuff, most notably my house keys. I don’t want to risk running in to Gideon again, not now that I’ve ended it but if I don’t do it now it only means that I’ll have to call him again later and do it then when he is most definitely there.
I lean forward and tap the driver’s shoulder, “would you mind taking me to Mr. Lambert’s place please? The building next door to Lambert Enterprises, it’s just down here to the left.” The driver nods and smiles at me through the rearview mirror. I offer a halfhearted smile back.
As we pull up to the building I contemplate whether I should ask him to wait for me and decide it would be best incase the Selma Blair lookalike isn’t working the reception. Then I’d be left without a car, house keys or money to get a cab home.
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