Fun With Rick and Jade (6 page)

“You know why I’m here, right?”

She hadn’t left anything in his mouth besides longing and saliva and a hint of mint. He turned down the covers next to him and hoped she wasn’t there to collect on a debt or something. Being her husband and all, could she charge him for sex?

“Need a hug?” he guessed.

“Desperately.”

She slipped her flimsy robe off. The diaphanous fabric floated to the floor like a leaf, almost in slow motion. She was naked except for a lacy white bra. As fate would have it, so was he, minus the bra, of course. Jade barely touched the bed, it seemed, centering herself over his supine form in a smooth motion.

“Nice.” Her hand wrapped firmly around his cock, already hard in anticipation. “This is not what I expected.”

He cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
I think
.

His blood had raced to his dick the second she’d crossed his threshold. His entire body contracted to her firm but gentle touch. Her appreciation for the size of his cock nearly made him come. No one had handled his dick in a long time. Clearly, it also needed a hug. And a kiss.

“No, Rick, thank you.” Leaning in, her shadowed image reminded him of a singer with a microphone. “I love young men.” Her mouth closed in around the head of his cock, and he flopped back onto the mattress. He covered his face with a pillow, groaning into the softness. “They are always hard,” he heard her say. He could imagine some of her clientele weren’t always quick to harden, maybe needing some expert coaxing—and pharmaceuticals.

Rick got hard watching a Victoria’s Secret underwear commercial.

The warmth and wetness of her mouth swallowed his cock, her lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Rick’s balls tightened. He dug his fingers into the pillow he used to absorb his moans.

Her voice, smooth as silk said, “Be a man, Rick.”

He tossed the pillow away to be a man and watch her. He was afraid he’d be a man and come in her mouth, followed shortly by shriveling up into uselessness, making their first sexual encounter their last.

Rick breathed in when he watched her swallow his shaft, letting the breath out as her lips slid back to the head. Her teeth skimmed lightly over the rim of his dick and his jaw clenched. He relaxed as she swallowed him again. He combed his hand through her silky hair, knotting it between his fingers. He pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock into her eager mouth. Using his hand, he guided her head, giving himself the illusion of control. They both knew she ran the show. She was amazing. Worth whatever she’d been paid in the past. He felt the tip of his cock butt up against her throat, but she didn’t choke. She hummed a lyrical moan, and he felt every seductive note reverberating around his length and tip.

She sat up and tore a condom packet open with her teeth. She put the rubber between her lips and rolled it slowly over his dick with her mouth.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he muttered.

Condom in place, she lowered herself carefully onto his dick with a whimper, seemingly savoring every second. Or maybe that was his own wishful thinking. He suddenly remembered she’d recently had a baby. Unless her plea to be touched had been a cruel joke, she hadn’t been with anyone since way before Coral was born. Her pussy felt tight around his cock in spite of her former career and the fact she’d pushed a baby out a few short months ago. One of those two facts should have lessened his desire for her.
Nope
.

By the moonlight, he saw her bite at her lower lip.

“Easy,” he whispered, the word catching in his throat like bald tires on a gravel road. He rested his hands on her thighs. Rick moved with her, slow and undemanding, like a rolling wave on the ocean. His body told him to slam her pussy until he shot her full of six months’ worth of jizz. Logic begged him to be gentle.

“Oh, God, I’ve missed this.” She tossed her head back.

You and me both
. Her declaration fueled his need and energy as he rocked her gently, wishing he could buck her madly.

She planted her hands firmly on his chest and roiled against him, grinding her clit against his body. Eyes closed, Jade was off in her own little world, making him her human dildo.
That’s okay with me
.

“Can you touch me, please?” she whispered, her eyes still closed. “But not my nipples. They’re sore.”

Touch you like I care about you or like I want to fuck you bowlegged?
He didn’t have a clear handle on the dynamic of their relationship. Taking her crying jags to heart, he settled on gentle caresses, dragging his knuckles along her arms, followed by skimming his fingertips down her torso to her hips and thighs. She’d tell him to change it up and be an animal if that was what she wanted. The woman wasn’t shy.

She moaned and groaned and gasped at his touch, telling him he’d chosen the right path.

Her sounds of ecstasy transitioned quickly into noises of frustration. “This isn’t working.” Her desperate words struck him as a cry for help, rather than defeat.

He was probably crazy to touch her this way without encasing her completely in plastic wrap. He knew better. Rick didn’t pick up hitchhikers. He didn’t exceed the speed limit. He did
not
fuck prostitutes. Shit, he only had two or three one-night stands under his belt.

“Come here.” He beckoned her closer with a flick of his finger. She looked so fresh and completely untouched. Jade smelled like a field of flowers. She was not as she appeared, he told himself. But logic was out the door.

Leaning in, she kissed him. He cupped her cheek tenderly, but maybe she wanted something less civilized. He didn’t know her. Rick feathered his fingers on and around her spilling breasts, careful to avoid her nipples, as previously ordered. He wasn’t opposed to taking orders in the bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. He gently glided his fingers over her soft skin. Her body sank deeper against his in long, fluid movements. Her tongue in his mouth imitated their deep movements. Slow. Rhythmic. Sensual.

She stopped suddenly, her breath coming out in heavy, even puffs. “I’m broken.” Jade’s voice cracked.

“No.” He soothed her with his voice, since his body wasn’t doing the trick.

“You should finish.”

“No. I’m good to go.” He stroked her cheek. “Let’s try something different.” He rolled them over across the bed, reversing their positions. She went easily along with him, almost as if they shared one brain. They both laughed when their feet tangled in the sheets.

Maybe she needed a good laugh. Some fun. They were putting too much pressure on themselves.

Jade drew her legs up and he spread her apart by looping his arms under her legs, cradling them, pinning her beneath him. Rick pushed in and pulled out as she thrust her pelvis forward to meet his plunges. He fought to remain in control amidst her moans, gasps, and whimpers that played tricks with his mind and subsequently his body as well. His choice would be to give it to her quick and dirty, roll over, and check out for the night. But wedding nights being sacred and all, he wanted to give her a special memory. Maybe she’d return for more over the weeks or months of their union—if he delivered.

She’d come to him for a reason, and he didn’t want to fail her on day one of their marriage. He drove into her deeper and faster with each thrust. He was a ticking time bomb set to explode. His cock throbbed like it had a fucking heartbeat all its own.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Shut up, Rick. You talk way too much.”

I know, I know, I know
. She was so limber. Her one leg hooked over his shoulder. He pressed his hand against her other thigh, prying her legs apart. Suddenly thankful for the curtainless window where light leaked in, he watched his cock disappear into her manicured pussy over and over again. Maybe he should be looking into his wife’s eyes, but damn, he couldn’t take his eyes off her cunt. He didn’t even blink. His free hand caressed the thigh stretched out along his chest.

She skimmed her hand down her flat stomach to the small landing strip of hair between her legs. She danced her elegant hand along her mound. With her ring and index finger she spread her outer pussy lips, rubbing and pressing the middle digit along her clit, slowly dragging the pad back and forth. “Oh.” She thrust her hips up forcefully against his cock. Against her finger. He’d never seen anything so hot outside of pay-per-view porn.

“Holy-mother-fuck-oh-fuckit,” he rattled off through labored breaths. “Shit. Damn.” Rick hung his head but couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting at her one final time as he convulsed and climaxed ahead of schedule. A shudder of pleasure erupted in his body, spewing like his fifth-grade science-fair volcano. He tensed and groaned and held deep inside her, never wanting to leave.

“My oh my, doesn’t someone have the Tourette’s when they come?” she drawled, a hint of disappointment tinting her words.

“Actually, very few Tourette’s sufferers shout out obscenities,” he said between bursts of heavy breathing.

“Do you ever shut it?”

When his heart rate stabilized, Rick resumed slowly easing in and out of her, attempting to keep his erection alive—for her. In spite of her testy mood or maybe to improve her testy mood. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs wide and continued to fuck her. He felt his erection fading. Failure loomed in the shadows.
Some wedding-night fiasco
.

“Give it up, Rick.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

Rick pulled out of her opening, leaving Jade feeling empty and cold like all the wives of the men she’d taken into her bed for a price. Karma was a knife-wielding bitch who always got her revenge.

She turned her head to the side. Her pussy, not to mention her waist, hips, and ass, would never be the same as before her pregnancy. Her tits were round and full now, but check back in three to six months: they’d be making their way south after nursing a baby. Not only did her body not look the same after childbirth, it didn’t feel right or work like before.

Jade was broken, all right.

What’s he doing?
Bringing her attention back to Rick and his never-give-up-never-give-in mindset, he’d moved across the room to dispose of the condom. Her misplaced orgasm was a lost cause. Closing her eyes for a second, she reminded herself not to fall asleep here with him, tempting as that might sound. He struck her as a cuddler. Before she knew it, he’d be thinking they really were a couple. She’d seen it before, dozens of times.

The foot of the bed dipped and she longed to be held, but would not ask him for his assistance. She’d already broken down and asked him for enough. His kisses suddenly fell like warm raindrops on her inner thighs. Her belly thawed at his tenderness. He pressed her legs apart and she drew them up and away for him. His thumb brushed across her pubic hair and she moaned her approval of his gentle technique. Soft kisses connected with her outer pussy lips, once, twice, too many times to count. She gasped when he cut a path with his tongue along the seam that split her.

When was the last time anyone had given
her
oral? Way before Coral had formed in her body. Not too many johns paid to give head to their whore. Those who did lacked the talent but expected the accolades. Pleasure coiled in her belly. Cupping her ass in his palms, Rick used his thumbs to spread her labia. His mouth danced over her pussy, sweeping back and forth before diving into her channel. Craving the heat he’d created, her hips involuntarily thrust forward, closer to his lips.

“What do I taste?” He grabbed a pillow and propped her bottom up with it.

“Strawberry.” Her reply came out labored, desperate, and wanton. “The condom was flavored.”

He burrowed back into her, sampling another taste. “I’d prefer tasting you, just you.” His tongue swiped at her clit and she squirmed.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jade tried to sound sultry, in control of her desires, but he closed his lips around her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nub. Her back arched. “Ah! Do that again.”

He didn’t listen or obey. Rick flicked his tongue against her clit, smacking it deliciously, once, twice, three times, before laying his tongue flat against her pussy and pressing. She became lost in the warmth heating her lower belly, spreading slow like a lava flow. He pressed, rubbing against the bud of sensitive nerves.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. Her orgasm was out of reach, taunting and teasing her with a cruel game of keep-away.

He eased one finger into her channel. Jade dug her heels into the mattress and ground her pussy against his hand. He added a second digit like he could read her mind. Fingers curled and massaged her passage while he licked and sucked at her nub.

Her orgasm grabbed hold and she raked her nails through his hair, holding him prisoner between her legs. Her pussy pulsed and shuddered against his lips. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Oh.”

He responded to her quivering pussy by digging deeper, pressing harder, intensifying and prolonging the quaking going on around him. If not for his persistence, her orgasm would have been a nice release instead of one for the record books. She felt his cocky smile on her labia. “Mmm.” She relaxed into the lumpy mattress, shaky but sated.

Rick continued kissing at her thighs. She thrashed her head around in response to his softer-than-soft kisses on her sensitive skin.

She fought for control over her heavy breathing. “I guess you think you’re something else.” Jade thought he was something else. Telling him so would give him an inflated ego and hope for more sex in the future. She couldn’t allow it. This was a one-time deal. And now she could honestly say in a court of law that they had consummated their marriage.

“Yep.”

Obviously quite proud of himself, he kissed a path up her stomach to her breasts. His lips meandered a drunken path around and between her breasts. Hovering over her, he suckled at her neck and earlobe. She thrashed and giggled like a stupid schoolgirl.

Coming face to face with her, he hesitated a mere inch from her mouth. He craned his neck forward, and then back, stopped by propriety or chivalry or hygiene.