Rush (Billionaire Bared: Rush) (Erotic Romance) (4 page)

I decided to do a shot for each of my girlfriends I hadn’t seen. I took out my phone to text them as much.

To Sandra
– to your dark brown hair and big brown nipples I’d always see when you were walking about the room changing. You were a good roomie! I downed another shot of the mezcal.

To Billie
– to your red curls, and freckles, and cute dimples and your over-controlling boyfriend! Dump him soon! The shot glass clinked on the counter, as I slammed down more of the tequila.

To Wendy
– you’re such a sweetheart, thanks for letting me cheat off you in economics that one time. Salt, tequila, lime! Done!

And I can’t forget Sarah
– you boyfriend-stealing bitch! You get two shots. Salt-tequila-lime-salt-tequila-lime. I gagged slightly after that one, clumsily letting the squeezed lime fall from my hand.
Fuck Sarah.

And how about one for Lillian
– thanks for telling me that story about the junior assistant, not like I didn’t have enough to worry about, being the new girl! I took that shot without any salt or the use of a lime. I was beginning to feel numb.

I decided on one last shot, and then I’d pass out watching a movie.
Don’t do anything stupid
, my conscious said.

The last shot was for Eric Gambit
– that sexy, rich, piece of ass who was so kind as to lend me his pool house. If only he would come and give me a visit one of these days – maybe split a bottle of tequila with me. But that was asking a lot. Eric Gambit was an extremely busy man, and I’d be surprised if I ever saw him in the backyard of his mansion.

In fact, in that moment I bet myself that I wouldn’t see him my entire time staying at his pool house. I giggled, wandering through the house, looking at all the gaudy seashell paintings.

“This house is so redundant,” I said, looking at the theatre room with its rows of seats and film reel collection. “I can do anything here, and nobody will ever know. I could – heaven forbid, burn the place down –and Eric Gambit would only know because I’d be complaining at work about how another fire claimed my home.”

I noticed a light switch that I had never used before and instinctively flicked it. Nothing happened.

“A dead switch? That’s not right. What do you do little switchy-guy?”

I flicked it up and down again, waiting for something to happen. The tequila had settled into a warm glow over my whole body. I was feeling good. I was feeling loose and free.

And then I saw a glimmer of light, a reflection on the window pane. The light was coming from outside. I flicked the switch once more, and watched the light appear. I wandered towards the window, and realized that it was reflecting a light from the pool. I had discovered the pool light. I followed the light outside the patio door and felt the coolness of the stone tile on my bare feet.
Where had my slippers gone?

But wow – the pool looked simply gorgeous at night. The light gave it an ethereal and alluring quality; it was sexy, it was craving for people to swim. The light and the pool water cast an aquatic blue shadow on the entire yard, and the lights inside of the pool glittered like crystals lining the rim. The waterfall looked like a tower of light, pouring energy into this miracle of a pool. No, this was no pool – this was heaven.

And I didn’t have a bikini.
Damn it, Emma
– I had forgotten to pick up that bikini.

I settled for putting my toes into the water once more. The water was calm and warm, and the night was hot and humid.

 I considered my situation for a moment – would it be so strange if I just dove in fully clothed? No one would ever know. The only person who would have to deal with it was Sober Emma. And she didn’t mind a pile of wet clothes in the morning. But by that logic, I might as well just jump into the pool in my bra and panties. I mean – if no one was going to come by anyway, what difference would it make what I was wearing?

Plus, from a distance, my underwear was just like a bathing suit. It was just there to cover my lady parts. I didn’t understand why it was socially acceptable to walk around in a bikini but not in your bra and panties. It was the same damn thing!

But if I carried my logic one step further – why was there a need to wear clothing at all? If nobody would be coming by, there was nobody to see. I might as well just strip down to my birthday suit and take a swim,
naked
.

I thought back to the time my roomies and I snuck into some public pool one night with a bunch of guys they had met at school. They all stripped off their clothes and dove naked into the water, their bodies all on display – while I kept my underwear on, and a hand over my eye whenever one of the boys swam by, with his cock out. I cringed at the memory. I was practically a virgin at the time.

Was I still as lame as I was then? I thought of my roomies shouting out my name, telling me to join in the fun – and I thought of me shaking my head, blushing, too scared to take a risk. That girl was too scared to feel the rush of adrenaline. But I wasn’t that girl anymore.

I was confident. I was sexy. I was a little drunk. I was part of the corporate world. I was living in a billionaire’s pool house.

I wasn’t afraid of anything.

I was going to skinny dip.

I placed my hands upon the waist of my pants, and gave one hard pull to drop both my pants and my panties. And then in one smooth motion, tore my shirt off, before unbuttoning my bra.

And then I was standing, totally buck-naked, on the patio of the pool house.

My nipples were called to attention by the warm breeze in the humid air, and the bit of hair over my vagina stood on end. I was naked at Eric Gambit’s estate. I took one last look around, saw no one, and then dove into the pool.

As I broke the surface of the crystal clear water, I felt a rush through my entire body; it was the feeling of water gliding all over me, pulling my inner-self from the depths of my being. I felt energized, renewed, and sexy. The water jetted around my body as I plunged lower into the pool; a graceful dive. I could feel the warm water brushing past my pussy; the risk of it all drove me crazy.

As I resurfaced, my hands went to breasts, cupping them, and playing with my now hardened nipples. The water beaded off the top of my breasts, while my nipples remained below the water level. Gently paddling to the shallow end, I felt the need to touch between my thighs; my wet slit and my bared ass.

My pussy was really warm – from both the tequila and the rush of doing something naughty. I let my fingers explore; massaging the lips and teasing my own clit, as I hovered in the shallow end. I looked down at my body; the water was incredibly clear – I could see every inch of myself, right down to the small tangle of pubic hair on the mound of my pussy. My breasts were in top shape as usual, generously formed, and with proportionate pink nipples. They were my favorite feature.

I did a breast stroke and looked behind me to see how my ass looked; it was cute, not overly big, but just bubbly enough to look good in yoga pants. I submerged myself in the water again, and ran my fingers over my hair to try to tame it. I felt incredible from the rush of skinny-dipping; my heart was racing and my blood was pumping. I wondered if this was how my roomies felt when they went skinny-dipping with those boys they met. If I could go back, I’d do it.
I’d do it all different
.

I started thinking about Eric Gambit, and my hand went between my legs again. With his cruel smile, adorable eyes, and the way his cheekbones looked in the office light – I felt my pussy throb as I rubbed my clit, closing my eyes and allowing myself to moan in pleasure. If only Eric Gambit was here to fill me with his cock… But no, that would be terrible for my career. I would lose all credible. No matter how bad I wanted it. Hell, if anyone found out I went for a swim naked in his pool, I’d be done for…

“Emma?” A familiar masculine voice called out from the patio.

And when I opened my eyes, Eric Gambit was in front of me.

Chapter 7

“Eric – I – I didn’t think you were coming home, oh my God, I’m so –“

Eric’s eyes studied my body, and my hands instinctively went to cover my breasts. When I realized I had left my vagina uncovered, I turned my knee inward and awkwardly fumbled to cover everything in a half-crouch, half-floating position of panic.

I was fucked. Eric Gambit had seen me naked.

“No. That’s my fault. My appearance here has been unprecedented, I know. But today I wrapped up some important business, and decided that tonight I would sleep in my own bed. I noticed the pool light was on, so I came to make sure you didn’t leave it on by accident – I know there is kind of an odd light switch in the house that controls it.”

That made sense. What didn’t make sense was how calm Eric was, compared to my utter humiliation and panic. I decided to come clean immediately.

“Listen, I drank some of that stupid tequila with the worm in it – and I’ve never been skipping dipping before – and there was one time in college when I was too scared – and tonight I wanted to make amends – and oh God, I’m babbling,” I whimpered. “Just – please, can we forget this happened? I’m so humiliated right now.”

Eric laughed.

“Emma, please, don’t worry. There’s a beautiful young woman in my pool, why should I be upset?” He took a step towards the pool, admiring the clear water as if he had never seen it before. I was duly aware that my left nipple was exposed and caught his eyes flicker to it for a brief moment.

“So, Emma. Do you need a towel? Or do you need a swimming partner?”

My jaw dropped. What? Was he really offering to get into the pool with me? I wondered briefly if he had been drinking like I had, but fuck it -
who cared
. In that moment, all my common sense fled in a rush of desire. I slowly lowered my hands from my body, revealing my wet breasts and pussy to my boss.

“I could use someone to swim with,” I said shyly.

Confidence
, Emma.

“It would be my pleasure, Emma Faro.” Eric undid his shirt, button by button, until his bare chest was exposed – rock hard, lined abs and strong built shoulders and arms with muscles coiled like tight rope. Then he unbuckled his pants, and let his slacks fall to the ground. He was wearing only his boxers. “Here we go,” Eric said with a shrug, and dropped his boxers to his ankles. A gigantic cock sprung forward.

I coughed, choking in amazement. That was the biggest cock I had ever seen; it almost looked out of place on my slim-muscular boss. But it was magnificently shaped; a slight upward curve and a light dusting of pubic hair around the base. He caught me staring. “Eyes up here, Emma.”

Eric dove in the water.

He lingered for a moment beneath the water behind me, likely staring at my ass. Then he resurfaced with a grin on his face.

“Well, Emma. You have a breathtaking body. No reason to hide it behind clothing in any place other than the office, right?” He laughed, as he swam around me.

I floated there, bared for him to see, while his perfect figure encircled me.

I felt his hands at my hips; he pulled me in towards him and I felt his cock on my belly. He whispered to me, “I never thought this is what I’d find, coming back to the pool house,” and I could smell a bit of booze on his breath.

“Do you want to fuck me, Eric Gambit?” I said to the billionaire whose arms now wrapped me in the pool.

“Yes I do, Emma Faro.” He replied, and then kissed me deeply on the mouth, his hands grabbing my ass cheek, pulling on it softly, exposing my ass and pussy to the water briefly.

Eric kissed my neck, his hands grabbing my ass and breasts intermittently; his thumbs skillfully swirling my nipple and playfully teasing my asshole. I felt a rush of desire in my pussy, and I pressed my mound into his cock. He understood, and his hand slid between my thighs and massaged my pussy lips, eventually landing his palm on my clit. He moved it up and down while kissing my mouth and rubbing my breast.

Then Eric lifted me up from the water, and placed his face between my thighs – my entire body was over the surface of the water, held up his strong arms. He walked me to the side of the pool and set me down; my legs spread, and my pussy wet and dripping right in his face. He looked into my eyes and then began to tongue my lips and clit, licking all the way from the hood of my pleasure center, darting into the hole to taste my juices, and then licking the deepest inner parts of my thighs while I buzzed in pleasure, my knees shaking.

“You taste amazing, Emma.” Eric offered as he pushed his tongue into my vagina, savoring the taste with his slowly moving tongue. He licked me in an agonizingly pleasurable way, bringing me to climax; my juices dribbling down his chin and my knees weak from the pleasure.

I fell limply into his arms, but I needed more; I needed his cock inside of me. I took a hold of his giant penis with my hands and began to stroke it under water, while he smirked. I dunked my head under the water to put his cock in my mouth; I had to taste it. I wouldn’t let this night pass without feeling his cock in my mouth. Under the water, I opened my eyes and my mouth found his penis instantly. I licked the head all over, swirling it in my mouth, while my hands rubbed the shaft up and down. After a moment, I resurfaced for air and was met with another deep kiss from Eric.

“I need you to fuck me, Eric.” I said, looking into his eyes, feeling his cock pressing against me.

“There is nothing I’d rather do right now than fuck that gorgeous pussy,” he nodded and took me into his arms.

With a rush of pleasure, I felt his gigantic cock slide into my tight cunt – stretching it open in a beautiful twinge of ache and pleasure. I cried out his name, and he fucked me hard in the water, our bodies splashing back and forth; his hands holding me up against him while he rocked his magnificent penis into my body.
My boss, my billionaire, my fuck for the night
.

Eric had one arm around my ass, and one on my breasts, but somehow I was held perfectly in place; his arms were incredibly strong. I rode his cock up and down by swiveling my hips, feeling his erection hit my g-spot over and over again. It was all I could do not to cum again.