Fun With Rick and Jade (16 page)

Her arms encircled his neck. “Let’s look married.”

If we were really married, we’d probably be home watching bad reality TV, in bed by ten o’clock, asleep by ten fifteen
. He looped his arms around her waist and dropped a soft kiss on her neck. Together, they swayed to the tune. Not knowing the first or second thing about being married, he caressed her body discreetly. No ass squeezing or breast groping, although it was on his mind. His message to all other men: she is mine. For now. They didn’t need to know his and Jade’s relationship status was temporary.

She skimmed her nails along his skull to the back of his neck, fingers playing in his hair. His impulse leaned toward declaring his undying love and devotion, but that was his penis talking. There was a direct link between his eyes, cock, and mouth. He needed to sever the tie before saying something he’d later regret.

“I love…” she purred into his ear, “this song.”

His heart nearly stopped. And it seemed his ears were a part of the link controlling his dick, because it twitched to life. “Me, too.”

Looking into his eyes, she smiled. “We’re not half-bad together.”

“That’s what I was thinking, Mrs. Jette.” A lot. Too often. Their mutual compatibility—especially in the sack—had become somewhat of an obsession and bled into other areas of the relationship. Most recently, dancing.

Her knuckles dragged along his jaw. “Can I just say that you make marriage almost bearable?”

“Wow.” He pulled her closer, their bodies touching from chest to hip, neither moving much at all. “Who are you and what have you done with my stone-crushing wife?”

He brushed his lips against hers, so soft and warm. She pecked lightly at his lips. When her lips parted, he dipped his tongue in her mouth and she moaned. He cradled her neck as they swayed and kissed, shutting out the other couples, losing themselves in the music and the darkness.

The song ended. A techno beat replaced the ballad. They remained almost stationary, trapped in a bubble of sentiment.

“Jade,” he mouthed against her lips. “I want to tell you something.”

“Later.” She pulled away. “I’d better call and check on Coral.”

“Yeah. Of course.” He stood alone on the dance floor. Dazed.
What just happened?
Had she guessed what he wanted to say?

He’d spooked her. The sex she could handle. All of a sudden their emotions had hit the dance floor with them. It was all fun and games until someone got hurt.
That would be me
. She was head-to-toe armor. When hooking for a living, protection was mandatory.

He dragged his hand along his face. Clearly his heart had joined the linkage. His eyes, ears, mouth, cock, and now his heart were connected by a vicious circle of senses he couldn’t separate from one another.

***

Jade couldn’t think of another reason to avoid bed. She’d chatted with Tiffany, her babysitter for the evening, before she’d left. After that, she tidied up the kitchen. She checked on Coral in her crib, wishing she’d stir from sleep wanting to be fed or changed. Anything to avoid Rick and his inviting eyes, warm lips, endearing smile. He had it all going on and she needed to escape his triple-threat of temptation.

Tiptoeing into the bedroom, she noticed he was still awake, watching television. Waiting. For her. She’d go sleep on the futon or the couch, but that would be too obvious. She did
not
want him to know how much he affected her.

“What are you still doing up?”

“Too wound up to sleep.” He flipped the channel. “Coral asleep?”

“Yep.” She slipped under the covers, turning her back to him.
I can do this
. “’Night.”

“Good night.” He rested his hand on her hip and continued playing the network shuffle.

Light and dark flashed in the room. Snippets of commercials, late-night talk shows, and old movies mixed together in her mind. His hand gently stroked the curve of her ass. Absently. Not sexually. She sort of wished he’d touch her lecherously so she could cling to her standard contempt of men. All men. Rick Jette included.

He barked out a laugh. “Bob. Jeez,” he muttered under his breath.

Turning slightly toward the TV, she asked, “What is it?”

“Bob and Candy have every porn channel known to man,” he complained with an edge of admiration. “It’s like I’m trapped in the valley of smut. I channel up, then down. Can’t escape it.”

“Why fight it?”

“Well…me…I…it doesn’t bother me,” he stammered. “But I’m not about to make you listen to other people grunt and squeal and cry out to be fucked harder.” He cleared his throat. “Unless…unless you want to.”

Jade rolled over.

Sex being her and Rick’s comfort zone, they said in near perfect unison, “You want to play another game?”

Jade laughed at the way they thought alike.

Rick’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Yes.” His affirmation sounded somewhere between an answer and a question.

She scoffed. “Don’t you want to know what the game is first?”

“Tie me up, spank me. I don’t care what it is.” He swallowed hard. “I trust you.”

“That was your first mistake.” She guessed he did indeed care what the game was. She’d met some freaks in her life. He wasn’t one. She wished he were a perv so she could hate him. Maybe his inner sleaze would rear its ugly head before the stroke of midnight and she could place him in the jerk category with the rest of the men she’d known. And turn her infatuation with him into disdain. Jade glanced at the television. “Whatever they’re doing on the television, we do.”
How bad could it be?
He’d scream “whoa” way before she would.

Rick did more than glance at the screen. On the TV, the couple were pounding into each other, flesh slapping together, faces contorted, both grunting. He pressed the button on the remote, changing the channel. “Okay.” The next channel had a scantily clad secretary removing her thick-framed glasses. She unclipped her hair, shaking it loose around her shoulders and straddling the big boss in his desk chair.

“What game did you have in mind?” she asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “I like your game.”

She tossed the covers aside, throwing her leg over his lap. He gripped her hips and pressed her pussy against the length of his erect cock. He sucked in some air between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. “Damn.”

From the sounds emitting from the porn, the big bad boss and his naughty secretary were kissing, so that’s what they did and did it better than the couple on the screen. She and Rick had real-life passion on their side, whether she cared to admit it or not.

“I hate to break it to you,” he said, “but she slid down under the desk on her knees to blow him.”

She licked one last time at his tongue. “Do you really hate to break it to me?”

He scoffed. “No. Not really.”

Jade slinked off the bed, coming to rest on the floor on her knees. Rick threw his legs over the side of the mattress and peeled away his boxer shorts. Glancing at the TV for a starting reference, she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. He planted his hands palms down behind him on the bed. Jade wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and slid slowly down to the base, making the return trip just as slowly. They established a nice rhythm as he eased his hips back and forth.

She ignored the couple on the porno, since Rick’s eyes were closed anyhow. His length slid from her lips at her command. “Don’t come in my mouth unless the big boss does.” She knew the big boss wouldn’t. They’d want to catch the money shot on film. Her mouth closed in around his shaft again, moving steadily over the length. Faster. Tighter. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

Rick nodded. One hand left the mattress to cradle the back of her neck. “Jade,” he muttered. He eased his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her mouth.

Jade cupped his balls. She abandoned his cock to run her tongue along his balls. “Mmm.” She snatched the remote and changed the channel. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Glancing at the TV, he grinned. She expected a complaint about her changing the channel seconds before the happy ending, but it was her game and if he didn’t like the rules, which she made up as they went along, he should have asked for clarification.

She stood and peeled away her nightgown, leaving nothing but the bra that never came off for long. He patted the mattress. She spread out across the bed with a view of the television. The couple on the screen went at it rough and raunchy, him brutally eating her pussy. Rick sprinkled a few delicate kisses on her abdomen, hips, and thighs before easing her legs apart. For a few seconds he stared at her pussy by the flickering light of the television.

This wasn’t going the way she’d predicted. She wanted to remind herself he was a man like any other man. A dirty dog bent on satisfying himself at her expense, by any means necessary. Didn’t look like that would happen. Her secondary motive was to have him satisfy her desires. She wanted to enjoy him while she had him, before they parted forever.

He dragged his knuckles between her labia. She arched her back to his gentle touch. Rick combed his fingers through the patch of hair between her legs. He palmed her mound and pressed, rotating the heel of his hand in a circular motion against her clit. Jade ground her pussy against his palm. His eyes cut to the television where the handyman was munching on the desperate housewife’s pussy like a cob of corn.

He removed his hand and then touched his tongue to the slit between her legs, wiggling the tip along the length of her pussy, cutting a path to her clit. She whimpered. He licked slowly up and down against her nub. Jade planted her feet on the mattress, lifting her pelvis off the mattress for more. Jade struggled to control her labored breathing. She reached out to finger his hair, to encourage him, to hold him between her legs by force if necessary. Her touch seemed to encourage him to lap eagerly at her pussy, driving his tongue into her depths.

Moaning, she rotated her hips against his lips. When the not-so-handyman stabbed his digits into his partner’s pussy, Rick slipped two fingers into Jade’s channel, giving her something else to thrust against. “Uhmm,” she groaned, adding her vocals to the grunting and moaning from the couple on the television.

“Change the channel,” he prompted her.

Reluctantly, she raised the remote toward the TV. She guessed he wanted to get to the deed. His happy ending. One channel up had the wench on the screen having her breasts squeezed and pinched, making Jade cringe at the prospect.

“Here, let me.” He grabbed the remote, speed-flipping. He passed some threesomes and sex-toy scenes. Not that there weren’t plenty of toys in the house, but Jade wasn’t about to use one of Candy and Bob’s dildos, although she knew Candy to be the queen of sanitizing. He stopped, mesmerized by a lesbian scene. “Nice. Now they could show me a thing or two about oral sex.” He tossed the remote and returned to licking her pussy, mimicking the scene playing out on the screen. With his tongue, he traced lazy figure eights along her pussy lips. He followed suit with his index finger.

“I don’t know,” Jade said, “you’re pretty good. But aren’t you tired of giving me oral?”

“Never.” He said the single word with longing and conviction and sincerity. Things she didn’t expect and wasn’t accustomed to.

“The blonde is fingering the brunette,” she said.

He slipped two fingers into her depths again, massaging her pussy as he stroked her clit with his thumb. Rick’s mouth joined in whenever and wherever needed, swirling and massaging her nub.

“Yes,” she choked out in a strangled plea.

“We’ve got a third player.” He patted her ass. “Change in position.”

“When did that happen?” She rolled over to her hands and knees. A threesome played out on the TV, a man and two women. Rick straddled one of Jade’s legs. He filled her pussy again, from behind this time. His free hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her to and fro against his digits. Jade clenched her pussy around his invasion and bounced against him, using him the way men had always used her. “Oh, yes.”

Warmth spread from her insides out. She tightened her hold, rocketing against him. Wetness dripped down her inner thigh. Rick pressed his thumb against her anus instead of her clit his time, but the result was a powerful quake shuddering through every inch of her flesh. Jade’s arms wobbled, nearly liquefying, causing her chest to drop to the mattress. She whimpered something between a laugh and a cry. He held firm and steady, dropping a few affectionate kisses on her back until the spasms faded away.

He caressed her ass. “I think he’s going to back-door it,” Rick said with concern. “The movie is called
Bottoms Up
, or something.”

“Get a condom,” she muttered. “Just because they go bareback doesn’t mean you can.” She’d take the game so far without establishing some rules or stomping on the brakes.

“Right.”

While he tossed the drawer next to the bed for a rubber, Jade reclined on the mattress and flipped through the channels. She could close her eyes and sleep, but that wouldn’t be fair. Not after how accommodating he’d been to her needs. Nothing on the screen interested her. Or maybe her disinterest was a result of her total satisfaction.

“Stop there.”

“Here?” Two buff, freshly waxed men stroked each other’s fake-tanned chests. They kissed.
Please don’t make me pretend to be a man
. Not after she thought so highly of Rick.

“No. Back one.” His hands caressed her reassuringly. “Yeah. There.”

With her laid out on her side, he folded her thigh to her chest, cradling her leg in his arm. He straddled her extended leg, balanced on his knees and eased the head of his cock into her cunt. Leaning in, he lightly bit into the flesh of her arm, and groaned.

Jade moaned, clamping the walls of her pussy tight around his cock.

“This okay?” he asked, sinking deeper into her. He slid back out, followed by pushing slowly in again, all the while holding her still and stationary. Cradling her. Controlling her.