Fun With Rick and Jade (9 page)

In her least revealing nightclothes and her hair piled unattractively on top of her head with a clip, she slowly crossed the room. Bringing the Honeycutts into the house was supposed to keep her and Rick from doing the nasty, not throw them in bed together.
Who cares?
She had a mouth and knew how to use it to say “no thanks.” Jade slid between the clean sheets. He didn’t look up. At all. Not once. As if they were an old married couple. Wasn’t that what she’d wanted—to be something other than a sex object?
Be careful what you wish for
.

Turning her back to him, she increased the volume on the baby monitor and switched off the bedside lamp. “Good night.”

“’Night.”

She heard the page turn, which sounded oddly like a slap in the face. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to comment on his choice of reading material and suggest he take it in the bathroom where he could caress the smooth pages with one hand and rub his cock with his other.
Why bother?
What did she care what he did with his free time? Or his free hand.

Instead of counting sheep, Jade made a mental list in her head of things to do tomorrow and the order in which to do them. These days she was all about multitasking and simplifying. Her plan: forget about the past and move toward the future. Bored by tomorrow’s agenda, her mind slipped back in time to the sex the previous night, her thoughts interrupted periodically by him turning another blankity-blank page. Her girlie parts tingled at the memory of their nocturnal encounter. Jade’s temperature shot up due to anger mixed with arousal.

Why look at a one-dimensional naked woman when he had a 3-D version next to him in bed? Not that she’d let him bang her again. Far from it, but she’d appreciate if he’d make a move or ask or something.
Who does he think he is?

He tossed the magazine to the floor. Sounded like he’d shoved it under the bed, where he’d no doubt found it. Why he’d been looking under the bed to begin with, she’d never know. He sighed, climbed under the covers, and flipped the light off. Making a big production of tossing and turning, he finally settled with his back to her.

Silence.

He coughed. She cleared her throat.

“You asleep?” he asked.

“How can I with you going out of your way to make as much noise as humanly possible?” Admittedly, Jade was not accustomed to sleeping with another human being. Her time was valuable, too valuable for a john to pay to watch her sleep.

“Need a hug?” he asked conversationally. Not at all hopeful or pleading. More like he’d be doing her a favor.

“I’m good. Thanks.” Jade wasn’t good at all. A cyclone of desire swirled around in her lower belly. She expected one of those annoying tornado warnings to sound off and wake the entire neighborhood.

“Want to play a game?”

“Is it a game you learned from your recent adventure into pornography?”
If so, maybe
.

Her pussy slowly made the transition from tingling to throbbing. A year earlier, sex had felt like the heavy burden of work. Routine. Mundane. A means to an end. Once upon a time, when she was in high school, Jade had worked at an ice cream shop at the mall and didn’t miss that.
I still like ice cream, though
. She still found it odd to miss her former occupation and to need to do it now for free. With Rick. If only she could figure some way to incorporate the ice cream.

He thrashed around some. “I don’t need any tutoring from Bob’s porn collection.”

Craning her head in his direction, she asked, “What did you have in mind?”
Out of curiosity
.

He did a one-eighty to face her, or face the back of her head, his hot breath beating down on her neck. “Rules are simple. Whoever comes first loses.”

She snorted a laugh.
I did not see that coming
. So simple, yet brilliant.

“I know.” He rested his hand on her hip. “That’s the beauty of it. Even the loser wins.”

Intrigued by his moronic game, Jade shifted to face him. “I’m afraid to ask, but what does the winner get?”

He grinned at her by the light of the moon and a nearby street lamp outside the bedroom window. “Whatever the winner wants.”

“What if I want you to do all the dishes for the entire duration of our marriage?”
Or a week, whichever comes first
.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter because you’re going to lose anyhow.” He wriggled his eyebrows at her. “But I meant the winner gets whatever they sexually want. Seriously though, if you want the dishes done or a massage or me to tell you you’re right when you’re wrong, I’m game. Since you’re totally going to lose.” He muttered that last part.

“Who lost last night?”

“We weren’t playing last night.” He winked at her. “And maybe I was hustling you.”

“Yeah, Rick, you’re a fuck-hustler.” She scoffed and turned her back to him again. It was hard to take his adolescent behavior seriously. Hardest of all was squelching the tingle of desire coating her sensitive skin.

“Chicken?”

In a monumentally bored monotone, she replied, “I’m not a twelve-year-old boy you can manipulate by name calling.”

“If you were a twelve-year-old boy, I would not be suggesting this game.”

She pulled the sheet up to her ears. “You and me getting involved is a very bad idea.” Jade felt his lips on the back of her neck.
My weakness
. How did he know?
Lucky guess
. She swatted at him. “I’m a mother now. Not a…an…escort.”

“Mothers have sex, Jade.” Another kiss landed. This time right below her ear. “Otherwise there would be lots of only children in the world.”

“Right, but they have the boring kind of sex. Obligation sex. I don’t feel that obligated to you.”

With one finger, he dragged the covers away, to kiss her bare shoulder. She fought a shiver of craving for his lips and touch in altogether more intimate locations. His breath showered her skin in warmth.

“You’re a woman first. Mother second.” His knuckles carved a lazy path down her spine. “Why are you wearing a bra to bed?”

“I need the support.” Jade feared sagging breasts more than death. And her breasts were sore. Heavy. Sometimes they leaked. Sex with her would be like a gauntlet. If he made it to the end, he deserved a prize.

“Too bad.” He dragged his teeth along the curve of her shoulder. “I’d love to suck on them.”

Jade clamped her hands on her boobs in reaction to the painful thought. At the same time, his words made her clit pulse in need. She switched on the dim bedside lamp. Some sort of sexual mood lighting, not designed for reading by. “Okay, you’ve got five minutes to win it, and then it’s my turn.”

He grinned lopsided and assessed the clock by the bed. “You’re on. Starting now.” Rick spun her toward him and started with a seductive kiss. His palm cradled the back of her head. His tongue traced the curve of her lips, eliciting a shudder of need from her.

Most men would have begun with a more aggressive move on account of the time crunch, but she had let him on to her “tell” last night. Dirty, hardcore sex she’d had plenty of. Kissing was a luxury reserved for the special few. Her lips were connected to her pussy by a complicated network of nerves and she had a feeling he knew it. Either that, or he liked kissing her. He captured her bottom lip between his and licked its length. Their tongues converged, entering and withdrawing, teasing her senses.

Rick made his big move. He brushed his fingertips along her cleavage, affecting her like a small electric shock that resuscitated her libido. His lips followed, painting her heaving breasts with kisses. Yes, her breasts heaved in anticipation, as much as she hated to admit it. He slid his tongue along the lines and curves of her body. Hands followed suit, lightly caressing her arms, hips, and thighs.

He was making fatal errors as far as strategy went. She could enjoy his brand of sportsmanship all night, but glancing at the clock, she noted that he was running out of time. She wouldn’t mind winning, having him at her sexual mercy, doing her bidding after this warm-up.

Rick threw his leg over hers. Hooking their ankles together, he eased her legs apart almost like a professional himself, although he met with little resistance from her. She nearly opened up out of sheer habit, along with heated anticipation. He stroked gently between her legs over the fabric of her night shorts. As he lay beside her, his breath beat down against her ear—when he wasn’t sucking at her neck or nipping at her earlobes.

When he inched his fingers up her shorts in search of bare skin, she found a sliver of resolve and called, “Time.” Not that she wanted him to stop, but more to the point, she wanted to win. She found his arrogance too familiar, like Ewan and his sexy cockiness.

He peeked over her to the clock. “So soon?”

“I think I gave you an extra minute.” She unraveled herself from his clutches to stand on the mattress, towering above him both physically and emotionally, while also putting some distance between them. The thing was, his five-plus minutes of seduction, coupled with his time spent reading smut worked in her favor, if the bulge between his legs was any indication. Jade had the clear advantage. She’d work the angle by not giving him a second to recover. Slowly, she pulled her camisole over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Rick cradled the back of his head in his hands and settled in for the show. Jade shimmied out of her shorts and stood straddling him so he could get a nice view of her naked pussy. The bra, which was staying on, was lacy and sexy enough to stop any complaints from him. She swiveled her hips in a figure eight above him as she touched herself seductively for his visual pleasure.

“Nice.” He reached out and grasped her ankles, caressing a path up her calves. “How would you feel about turning around?”

She spun around to let him view her butt in all its glory. She had no idea how much it might have expanded during her pregnancy. She half expected him to go soft. Instead of running screaming from the room, he propped himself up on one elbow and ran a hand along her hip and thigh, curving around to feather his fingers along her cheeks. With her feet planted about a foot and a half apart, she bent at the waist, jutting her ass toward him.

“Oh man,” he muttered. He skimmed his hand between her legs to pet her pussy, already wet in expectation of where their fun and games would take them.

“Ahhh.” Her body tensed and then relaxed into his tender touch. She spread her fingertips out on the mattress to brace herself. She had some sort of sexual yoga position going on as he caressed her skin. And she wanted to know who was playing whom, here. It was supposed to be her turn to make him come, not the other way around.

He explored between her labia with his digits, sliding back and forth in her slickness. Rick grasped her leg to keep her stable while he positioned himself on his knees, worshiping at the altar of her cunt. He slid a finger inside her and she bit at her lip and moaned, afraid their guests would hear.

“I thought it was my turn to tease you,” she said.

He removed his finger, leaving her feeling empty and needy. “You are.” His tongue dragged along her crease before filling her void. Rick alternated teasing her with his mouth and his hand as she writhed with need. He ate at her with the hunger of a man on the brink of starvation.

“Time,” he said, leaving her with one last swipe of his tongue along her slit.

“No,” she whimpered, balancing above him on trembling legs.

“Do you surrender?”

She yanked the clip from her hair, letting her tresses fall around her shoulders, and shook her head in defiance. “Dream on.”

“Shall we go another round?” he asked, but Rick almost certainly knew her answer. “Four minutes?”

Considering it was her turn to be pleasured—again—still—she agreed. Jade wondered what Rick was after, so like a dog with a bone. Anal sex, maybe. Something worse? What creepy, disgusting sex act would he demand? Because he was a cheater, and she was destined to lose this game. He knew it. She knew it.

Rick tossed his pajama bottoms aside and spread out on the mattress between her legs with his head at the foot of the bed. His gaze connected with her saucer-like pupils in the dimly lit room. The clock was ticking.
Come to Papa
. He motioned with both hands for her to climb aboard the Jette-liner before it left the station bound for Ecstasyville. Something he’d keep to himself because she’d laugh at him and ruin the mood.

She hesitated.

“Come on, baby.” He motioned again. “I’m not full yet.”

She lowered herself tentatively, straddling his mouth. She was the rat to his trap. Jade wanted the orgasm they both knew he’d deliver, regardless of losing the game.
My evil plan
. He lapped at her sweet, pink pussy, her hips swiveling as she moaned. Covering her clit with his lips, he gently swirled his tongue around the epicenter of her genetically perfect sexual structure. Essentially her power button. The off-on switch. She was built for sex from her slinky, sensual body to her uninhibited mind. He’d never have an opportunity like this again in his entire lifetime. Call-girl sex was for the rich and elite. And for a limited time—for him.

She loudly sucked a gush of air in between her teeth. “Yes.”

With his fingers, he spread her outer pussy lips apart to do his
Karate Kid
wax on, wax off routine with his tongue. Her breath caught in her throat.
Works every time
. Jade reclined, arching her back. Rick marveled at the flawlessness of her body, her stomach so flat, thighs toned, her ass…
her ass is so firm
…he wanted to caress the curve of her butt. But these four minutes weren’t about what he wanted. It was about what she wanted. Placing one hand behind her, flat against his abdomen sort of like a tripod, Jade reached her free hand between her legs to help him do his job.

Some guys would take that as a personal affront. Not him. Without words, he’d convinced her to help him win his little game. She undulated her pussy against his lips while she stroked her clit. He followed her lead, alternating licking with sucking and fingering her opening for good measure. His more-is-better strategy.