The Rental (20 page)

Rick shut off the stream of water as soon as I stopped. I saw past his firm back muscles, noticing his hands gripped the handles. He turned, his fists wound by his sides and glared at me. He’d stripped himself of his T-shirt. And standing a few feet from him, I realised why. His shoulders and chest were tense, reddened by the muscles rippling over his shape. I could feel his heat from here though that might have been my imagination.

I looked down to see the point stuck out in his pants, and the sight made me jolt. I ached in my pussy to hold the smooth skin in my hands. It had been in me a day ago, and now I’d experienced that level of intimacy, I’d never forget such detail.

Standing with the gap between us, the need in my sex ached harder, dribbling a hot, wet line down my channel at the erotic image of Rick. Only Rick.

He pulled at the back of his neck so the veins at the front strained and then growled while his fingers raked down his chest. I watched, half-lidded and swallowing hard when he stood flush against my body, his length held down by the inner of my thigh. His fingers dug into the back of my panties and imprinted his fingers on both of my ass cheeks.

With strong hands, he pushed down on my hips until I buckled and collapsed on my knees. Excitement shuddered through my body. I parted my knees in anticipation.

I looked from the head of his cock, visible under his white briefs, up to his eyes, which gave nothing away but coiled passion. Staring, he gripped the base of his cock under the material and flipped it. The hardness whacked my cheek. I latched onto the end, feeling my saliva soak through and heat the material. I envisioned what the white material would look like when I removed myself, and as I did, the wet, outlined tip of his head and the darker line running down to the hilt was just as sexy as if he’d removed his jocks.

He started shuffling forwards, and all I could do not to be assaulted by his rock hard cock was to crawl back until I flattened fully against the door. He leant against it on his palms, looked down, and then thrust his hips into my face again.

“They can’t have this,” I whispered, scared he’d stop me as I flipped the elastic down under his erection and took his cock into my throat on the first thrust.

He groaned loudly, enough for Nix to hear surely, and then banged his fist against the door and stayed slack against it from the waist up. I sensed his eyes were locked on my mouth. As I peered, I confirmed the half-closed eyelids. I sucked back and forward, taking him deep. He started rocking into me of his own accord.

He hadn’t let down his defences or seemed happy to accept any of this, until now. I stilled, moulding my mouth around his cock as I took all of it—him and the weird shit happening between us.

Rick thrust his hips faster, fucking my mouth with haste. I gagged once and he slowed but I opened wider for him the next time so I took him deeper without choking on his length. He halted, holding his cock at the base. With the head so close to my mouth, I dipped my tongue out to lick him, but he pulled back. Instead, he held his length like a thick brush and traced my upper, then lower, lip.

He was silent for so long I was about to ask him if he was okay, but he said, “Do you want this cock? Is it good for you or is his better?”

I began to stand, but he held me down by the shoulder. “No, stay.”

“I want you,” I said. “I
love
you. I want the surprise of what you make me feel every time. I want what
you
give me.”

“I don’t like how you act with him.”

“I wasn’t putting on a show for
him
, Rick.”

He growled, but I noticed the desire made him waver. His cock twitched in front of me like temptation. He wasn’t angry, but horny as fuck.

“I’m not sure if I feel jealous or …”

I was right
, I thought.

“… or the horniest I’ve ever been. He can’t have you.”

“No,” I said. “He can’t touch me where you want to.”

“I watched you the entire time. I wanted to touch myself thinking about how gorgeous you are. About your eyes when you enjoy yourself. About the heat that I feel from you that fucking chokes my dick.”

This Rick was not the one who made love to me last night. And if not for having to act with Jimmy, I’d have never known this side of him existed. I blinked up, feeling the strains in my calves and ankles from being crouched down. “I want to blow you. It made me so horny knowing you were worked up all this time.”

He glanced from my eyes to toes, directly down in a path between my legs. “It hurts so
good
. I’ve been sitting with a hard dick watching you, imagining—”

I couldn’t hold the pain any longer. “My legs are sore.”

It sounded like I was interrupting, yet also asking his permission if he’d allow me relief. Rick grabbed under my armpits and pulled me to his chest. I was too high like this to sit on his cock, so I settled for wrapping my legs around his lower back, and pressing my dampness against his hard stomach. Could he feel the throbbing in my pussy? Did he know it was for him?

“Better?”

I nodded.

“Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like it when we’re not alone, when we’re with strangers?”

I turned my chin, thumbing my ear. “Okay,” I muttered and then said louder, “When I feel your interest, I love the attention. The need in you fires me off. You make me do things
I
don’t even understand.” I cleared my throat. “Can I ask you something now?”

He nodded.

“How jealous were you tonight? Really?”

He chuckled. “You know, I was
wild
hot jealous when I had to watch Jimmy with you. But fuck me dead if I’m not hard enough to take you right here.”

“Do
you
like it when I’m with others, Rick?”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate of me to answer,” he said, his tone formal. But that hungry Rick soon emerged through gritted teeth, and he couldn’t help his honesty. “I love seeing you want to get to me. Being able to watch you. I get even harder, seeing you clearly. I swear I could have come after looking at you tonight in like fifteen seconds.”

“What if …” I shut my lips and looked away. No, too far.

“What?”

“No, it’s so bad.”

“Tell me.”

“What if one time Nix were to touch me.”

His eyes grew wide. I wiggled down to rub his cock between my ass cheeks.

Suddenly, my pussy clenched and unclenched. I spoke with a strength and confidence I didn’t know I had. “What if I said I was horny for her to lick me? She’s gorgeous. She could get me wet, even.”

He slipped his finger under my panties, grazing a trail between my cheeks, thumbing my back hole before rubbing my wetness up and down the length of my folds. “You drive me wild.”

“I can’t get enough of that look in your eyes.”

“What one?”

“This one.” I slipped from his hands and sat myself on the edge of the basin bench. I lifted, slipped off my panties, and dropped them. Rick watched everything. He was now zeroing in on my exposed flesh, pink, swollen, and throbbing as I sat with my legs spread.

He stalked to me, no hands, and moved his cock up and down my wet pussy lips. Then, with his hands, he stroked the side of my face, cupping my cheeks. Kissed my lips. And then, grinning, he dropped to his knees. He looked up, and it was the sweetest thing—him submitting, on his knees, and waiting to pleasure me.

“Stay there on your knees until I’m ready,” I said.

“It’s going to be painful. I’m going to bring you to the point where you can’t stop and then I’m going to stop, because you’ve been a bad little vixen tonight.”

“You won’t,” I said. “I’ll ride your tongue anyway.”

He plunged his tongue in, fucking me with it in the first stroke and simultaneously shaking his head as he ate my pussy, eating up my wetness and sucking loudly. I hadn’t expected the suddenness of his tongue on me and couldn’t help myself as I threw my head back and squealed. I couldn’t waste energy being embarrassed I made that sound because the pleasure was so high, so rapid, and it made my thighs clench. So, I squealed again, without abandon.

“Rick,” I moaned. “Fuck me …” I panted, gripping onto his head and riding him harder, which he understood as he ravaged his mouth on me faster and rougher, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin. It shot a spark up my channel. “… fuck me, God, fuck me like that.”

I tried to keep my voice even, but it rose as I stiffened and felt the spark in my sex. Rick felt it, too, and pulled away, grabbing my finger as I made to touch myself to ride the climax.

He grabbed his cock and rammed it into me so suddenly I cried out.

“Fucking hell,” I moaned into his ear. I bit the edge, needing to do something with my mouth.

Pounding into me, he gave me no relief—not like last night. My virginity had been broken down and I was all woman for him to play dirty with. The dying spark returned to my sex, making me antsy with the desire pooling within. Shivers ran down my neck, and I fell against the side of his head, lips moving over the line where his hair started. Coiled up tight, I began to lick my lips, and met his ear by accident. The sensation zapped me like a perfect connection between two magnets. Without thought, I fucked his ear with my tongue, feeding my need to do something with my mouth—he was going at me too hard to kiss. Rick moaned the moment I touched his ear. I breathed hard, and then continued to fuck with my tongue as he rammed me with his cock.

“Lick it,” he growled, holding his finger at my mouth, while working inside me with his cock.

So, I licked it, afraid of losing the climax. He withdrew the soaking finger and that was when I felt him push it up my other hole.

“Beg, baby,” he rasped.

“Ahh,” I whimpered.

“No,
beg
. How much do you need me here,” he said, rocking his hips, “and there,” he twisted his finger.

I could have cried. Oh, fuck it was beautiful.

“
Please
! I’m begging.” I ground out.

He worked both appendages, and the sudden climax doubled—a shattering feeling that broke me apart. The pain and pleasure of release crashed through and out of me in waves, combined with the ecstasy of double penetration.

It truly was twice as good as last night.

Then he cried out and pulsated, firing up my dying climax again. I rode it longer as crippling pleasure made me shudder and weaken around him.

He jerked inside my body one last time as my pleasure soaked deep throughout my core, my limbs. If I could turn around and see my reflection in the mirror as he could see us all this time, I’d surely be glowing.

Through the silence came Nix’s voice, “Fuck, can I have whatever you’re having?”

I trapped my mouth, dying out the ill-timed giggle. “Shit, I’m going to die of mortification.” I snapped my gaze to Rick who was smiling down at himself, washing up.

“You do this stuff for a job, love.” Nix. Damn her.

I called out, “No, I don’t! Oh, my God, I just got eavesdropped on while fucking. For real. I’ll never be able to look at you the same.”

“Pssh!” Footsteps up to the door. “As if you didn’t plan to give me some.”

“You bitch.”

“Come on, you were loud all this time. You knew I was there.”

True.

“So can I come in? This is ridiculous talking to a door after hearing all that.”

Rick looked to me. He mouthed, “Are you okay with that?” then looked down to his half-hard cock, still naked after washing up.

I nodded. It wasn’t like Nix hadn’t already seen his cock, and we all
had
done some crazy shit together before, even if it was for a job.

She sauntered in, wearing only her bra and panties—well, at
least
she had put her bra back on. “What I really wanted to say,” she said, “was sorry. I didn’t know you were, you know. Together, together. If I did anything to come between that.”

“Oh, we’re not together as a couple,” I said without even thinking. Being here in The Rental building had me still thinking about Victoria mode. That meant protectprotectprotect.

“Actually,” Rick said, “Victoria was just telling me how many dirty thoughts she had of you touching her.”

Nix looked down to what I imagined were her swollen, throbbing folds. She hadn’t gotten off like I had now. A jolt of pleasure rippled through my chest and legs. I snapped my legs shut.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. “Really?”

“No way. I was kidding.”

“I heard you mention wanting me,” Nix said, walking up to me.

“Thought Rhett would like the dirty talk.”

Put on the spot, I was all talk, no guts. How on earth would I say I’d been dreaming of a woman like her trying things on me?

“You ladies, I love all this, and I’m turned on seeing it, but this big man here needs time, so,” he said, shrugging and smiling. “You can start without me.”

I shook my head. How could my
boyfriend
say that? Wasn’t doing this cheating if it wasn’t for a job? I’d do this stuff for our job without flinching, and I’d enjoy it at the same time, but crossing this line with a staff member for personal desires, with a
woman
no less, was something that made me ache in embarrassment.

Lost in thoughts, I missed a look between Rick and Nix. Panic struck me. “Don’t go fuck each other. I’ll kill both of you.” I pointed at Rick. “Your dick stays inside my—” but his mouth cut me off. His tongue delved in, circling mine, calling for me to deepen the kiss. I moaned into him, “More.”

His finger touched my throbbing folds. God, I ached for him. The pulses of pleasure had built within me already, my climax from before so deep and high, it worked me up for more, though my body was too tired to ride it through.

But his finger. It was so soft, and …

And then I realised. This time it was a different finger. It was slim and the long strokes were elegant, rhythmic.

I pushed Rick back by his chest to see Nix smiling at her handy work, fingering me.
Me.
My pussy.

I moaned and told myself I was too stunned to tell Nix to stop, or yell what the hell. That I’d stop after a few more—
oh, fuck it.
I moaned harder and harder, riding Nix’s finger. It was far too late to stop. My insides were all twisted at the horror at what I loved, but regardless, I jerked back and forward on the gorgeous woman’s finger. I tensed from crippling toes to clenched pussy to gripped fingers on the edge of the basin.