Friday 30 January 2009

Chapter 27

His hand grabbed her breast roughly and he pummelled and squeezed it harder than he normally would, his fingers leaving marks that would turn to bruises, he didn’t even think about it. He ground his weight into her more, his mouth moving to her throat where his inner caveman took over and he bit her, and then licked the sting from it.

Gail’s reaction to his hand and bite rocked her to her core, she’d never felt so, well, wanton, she wanted him to fuck her senseless and into oblivion. She shuddered as his teeth nipped her ear, his wicked tongue curling about the outer shell, his hand on her breast had it in an iron grip, almost painful, she loved the feel of it, but she realised he was still holding back! If he was going to make love to her, she wanted it all!

‘More Richie, I want more!’ She whispered hotly to him, her legs gaining purchase back about him again, her fingers tangled back in his hair and she tugged till he got the message and mouths clashed back together, their breathing intensifying, their hands wandering at will.

Richie heard her and wanted the same, he was on his last bit of control where this woman was concerned, hauling her to him he moved away from the wall and walked her quickly to the king size bed he’d noticed on the way passed, her mouth was on his neck, returning what he’d done to her minutes before, soothing the bitten skin with open mouthed kisses.

As they got to the bed he almost threw her on it, but he gently laid her there and there she laid, propped on her elbows, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with passion, and that glorious hair surrounding her, his dick grew even harder! God he wanted her like no other before, he crawled up her legs watching her, she swallowed. At the top of her jeans the shirt had fallen back leaving bare skin, her muscles trembled as he laid butterfly kisses on it, blowing, and licking. Her fingers fisted in the sheets, he grinned into her stomach his tongue tracing crazy patterns about her belly button, she groaned and her head fell back, leaving her throat bare.

He worked his way up till he was level with her heaving chest, still covered by the shirt, he sat on her hips and she jerked up and looked at him, her eyes a deep mossy green now, his control slipped again, and he grabbed the shirt in both hands and praying she wouldn’t run screaming, he ripped the thing apart, the sound of ripping material filled the room, buttons pinging to god knows where. He heard Gail’s gasp, and watched her eyes dilate even more, she was so turned on! He let it hang open, torn and ragged, just like his breathing.

Her insides were clenched so damn tight, he’d ripped the shirt nearly off her back, and she’d loved it. His eyes were black now, and she could see him fighting for control and didn’t want that! ‘Richie, now, please, I want your mouth on me.’

His eyes dropped to her breast, she was panting, the globes heaving in that emerald bra, he tried to reign his demon in, but to no avail, he leant forward and instead of his usual finesse of working his way to his goal, he just opened up and latched onto her, the bra was soaked in seconds as he sucked her nipple through it.

Gail died and went to heaven where a dark haired devil corrupted her at the gates with his wanton mouth! He pushed her back and she went willingly, his weight blanketing her, his hand holding her breast as his teeth worried the protruding nipple, she was so damn near the edge. Her hands now locked into his hair, trying to get him to move up her and kiss her, it was like trying to move a mountain, she was a little miffed, then he nudged her thighs apart and slid between them, settling him there, rocking against her, her eyes rolled back in her head. He swore that he’d nearly cum in his pants; just her heat through the jeans was enough to tell him how ready she was.

Richie wanted more, and before she knew what he’d done, he’d opened the front clasp and pulled away the soaked material, he grinned, damn she was beautiful, and need smacked into his gut, and he growled and finally sucked her bare breast back into his hot mouth. She arched off the bed with such force she nearly threw him off, he chuckled at the sounds coming from her, whimpers, panting, groaning, and damn it had more effect on his dick, he hurt with wanting to bury himself deep into her and never leave.

After he’d treated both breasts equally he slowly licked and nibbled his way up her chest, to her neck, to her ear then around to the other one, then finally he ground his mouth onto hers. He bit her bottom lip and then licked the sting away, sucking it into his mouth and pulling on it till her lips parted and his tongue shot it, claiming it, owning it. His large hand was on her breast kneading it, staking his claim, his!

Gail didn’t know how much more control he had, but hers was shot to shit, her arms reached down and her nimble fingers pushed between them and started to undo his shirt, she wanted skin on skin, and damn it she was going to get it. Richie took the hint, sat up and ripped the shirt off and threw it, looking down at the picture she made, red cheeks, sheen of sweat on her brow, hair, damn her hair was everywhere. She shimmed out of the torn blouse and bra, and grinned at him, nope she wasn’t pissed at him. Then she held out her arms to him, and he groaned and lowered himself to her.

As chest touched chest, electricity jumped from them and both gasped. He moaned as her leg hooked over his hip bringing them into perfect alignment, he thrust against her, jeans making everything feel sensitive.

Gail wrapped her arms about him and held him tighter too her; loving the way the little bit of hair on his chest brushed her hardened nipples. Then he was kissing her, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once, he moved to the side a little so he was cupping her breast, then flitting down her stomach and over her mound, pressing the heel of his hand down and into her soaking pussy.

Damn he wanted to feel how wet she was from wanting him, and taste her, burying his tongue deep inside her, and feel her clench about it. He pulled away roughly and stood, his breathing laboured. His jet black eyes feasted on her and reaching down he flicked the button on her jeans open, and before she could help he’d yanked them down and off, nearly dragging her with them in the process. Her panties had gone too, damn he was good!

He stood at her side, and his hand had a will all of its own. It reached out and caressed her from ankle, to knee, her breathing stuttered then picked up. From knee it slowly, torturously made its way up and across her thigh, she tensed, he skimmed her silky mound and carried on up her ribs, leaning over when his hand cupped her breast and suckled on it making her whimper.

Gail tried to rub her legs together to take away some of the ache his touch caused, it didn’t work, she needed him inside her. As he kissed her breast, her hand reached out and cupped him, his breath hissed through his teeth and his hand tightened, more bruises, but what a way to come by them!

She pushed him away from her, and sat up, her hair falling over her breast and covering them, her nipples though, still poked through.

He stood still as she gently undid the button, and carefully pulled the zipper over his straining dick. She pushed the sides down and he sprang out, fuck me she thought no wonder they called it the moose! It was long, thick and wide; she could feel her excitement running from her.

She deftly pushed them down, no underwear, who knew, and she chuckled, and he stepped out of them standing proud in front of her. She moved forward and wrapped her fingers about him and pumped him, his hips thrust forward and his head fell back. She couldn’t resist and leaning in kissed the tip of him, then slowly she started to take him into her mouth, relaxing her jaw, as his considerable length went deeper. His hands fisted into her face, but he didn’t push himself into her, for that she was glad, the man was hard and huge, finally she relaxed her throat and slid nearly all the way down, she hummed and winced as he grabbed her hair and pulled it, trying to get her to let him go. Miffed she made her way back up to the head of him, licking the slit, and making him thrust forward, she looked up at him.

‘Darlin if you keep that up I’m liable to end this pretty fuckin fast, and I don’t want too.’ He picked her up and crawled them both back into the middle of the bed.

They started to touch and kiss again, but now skin touched skin, breathing became erratic. Teeth bit, and tongues mingled, fighting for each others taste.

Gail touched him again, wrapping her fingers over him; he growled in her neck, ‘Richie, now, I can’t wait.’ Her tongue licking his ear then neck, kissing the chords that stood out with his determination not to make it a fast fuck. Her other hand reached to his back and she racked her nails up it, digging them in, he flinched but groaned loudly, his eyes rolled back again and his control snapped!

He moved over her, his knee thrusting between her thighs pushing him roughly between them, his finger snaked downwards; there he breathed a sigh of relief at the wetness he found.

Gail felt those long fingers brush over her clit and push into her, her orgasm shot through her, her legs tensing, back arching off the bed, her breath locked into her lungs, and on it went as he slowed his ministrations, waiting for her to come down.

And just as she finally returned to earth, he thrust into her, she felt like she was being ripped in two, but in a fucking good way. They both froze as emotions and feelings crashed over them.

He held still, the strain of not pulling out and slamming back into her again and again was telling on him. Then as he tried to hold back, she moved, well her internal walls did, gripping him and then the rolled her hips and he was lost!

She felt him loose it and smiled about damn time! He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her, he rose to his hands to get more thrust, his hardened dick impaling her, again and again. Gail locked her legs about his waist and her arms about his neck, as he fucked her hard, riding her, grinding into her.

He kissed her, then sat on his haunches, arching her back, Gail looked down to where their bodies join and licked her lips and swallowed, he looked so damn beautiful, she locked her ankles at his back and with his hands on her hips he started to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her onto him every time he thrust forward.

Gail watched him thrust into her, and her breathing quickened, she felt like she was running a marathon, under water, everything slowed down except Richie’s movements. The way he stretched her, each thrust taking him deeper into her, hitting that elusive spot deep inside. But even as he pounded into her, she knew there was still a tiny bit of restraint holding him.

She reached for his neck, hooked her arm about it, pushed off the bed with the other till she pulled herself onto his lap and firmly onto his dick, her mouth pressing open kisses to his neck, her nails scoring down his back, she bit the lobe of his ear, ‘Harder.’ Was all she could say?

The blood roared in his ears and even though he thought control had already snapped he was surprised the growl ripped from his throat, he fell forward taking her with him and proceeded to fuck her silly, riding her fast and furious, mouths attacking anything they could reach.

He slammed into her again and again, always wanting more, deeper, he tilted her hips and went deeper still and that was when his orgasm shot through him, he came, his head thrown back as cry breaking him lips, distantly he heard Gail’s scream as she came, clamping down on him, drawing out his orgasm even more, before he collapsed on top of her, spent like never before.

Gail’s breathing was erratic, sweat rolled between her breast, and she held Richie to her, holy hell that man knew how to make love to a woman! She was certain she’d never be able to walk straight for the next few days. But she grinned and held him tighter, feeling him drop a kiss on her chest.

They both sighed, and he gently rolled off and out of her, gathering her to him, breathing in her scent, he leisurely kissed her lips and tucked her head into the crook of his neck, pulled her cooling body flush against him, then he thought better, put her away from him and reached over to grab the duvet, pulling it over them as he pulled her back to him and repositioned her to his liking.

Within minutes they were both fast asleep.

Sunday 18 January 2009

Chapter 26

Gail was laughing, she’d never played hide and seek before, well not with a full blown man, her heart was pounding, and she could hear his footsteps pounding up and down corridors. As he neared the kitchen, she opened the secret backstairs door, used decades ago by maids and butlers, and nipped through it, pushing it closed and laughing out loud in exhilaration at the thought of his ‘capturing’ her and making her pay.

Richie heard her laugh and shot into what turn out to be the kitchen, and damn it was like the rest of the house, huge! He scanned around the room, taking in the black granite tops and the white wooden cupboards and the beautiful deep red of the walls, but no woman! Damnit where’d she go? Then he caught the faint sounds of footsteps walking upstairs. He walked towards a wall and put his ear to it, then walked the wall from one end to the other, and just as he thought he’d gone nuts he saw it! A small gap in the wall, he looked for a catch and couldn’t find one, so he pushed the wall and let go, it opened silently, he grinned and took of up them knowing this was where she’d gone.

By now Gail had made it to her room, closing the door a little more loudly than necessary, hell she didn’t want him to give up. She opened the patio doors and switched on her stereo, selecting some dark bluesy music, to make love by, or fuck his brains out, depending on how hot and bothered they got. She nipped into the bathroom and took care of her full bladder, looking back from the mirror was a flushed cheeked and wanton looking woman, lips puffy from kissing, hair that had had a man’s fingers playing with it, and her eyes, heavy with desire. And her stomach so knotted up and full of butterflies she didn’t know whether she’d make it to him finding her without throwing up! She held onto the sink and waited for the feeling to subside..

He’d heard the door slam too and grinned, his dick twitched, she wanted him to catch her, thank god, and hell he was getting to old for running after alluring creatures like this one. But damn it was fun! He got to the top of the stairs and walked through the door she’d left open and out onto a corridor, where all but one of the rooms had opened doors. He shook his head and chuckled, seems the lady wanted him to find her quickly.

He walked quickly and quietly up to the door and silently opened it. His ears were met by the low heavy beat of a guitar solo, his dick jumped in anticipation. He slid around the door and closed it without a noise, cocking his head he heard the water running in what must be the bathroom, and smiled, she’d not heard him, good!

He paced to the door like a panther stalking its prey and he all but slithered into the bathroom and up behind Gail, she looked a little worried, and so she should making him run! As his hands slid around her waist he whispered ‘Got ya.’ in her ear, both making her gasp and scream; he laughed darkly twirling her around and into his arms, his lips crushing hers his want had grown with the chase.

Gail’s brain registered the steel bands of his arms, then her brain fritzed out, and as he crushed her to him she melted into him; her arms wound about those massive, muscled shoulders. His tongue plundered her warm eager mouth, his hands grasped her ass and he backed her up, slamming her into the wall behind her, her head hitting the tiles made a dull thud, his body blanketing her front, she whimpered and her fingers yanked his hair hard in retaliation.

He heard her whimper and his head reared back, ‘Oh fuck darlin I didn’t mean to hurt you are you ok?’ He flushed red, sometimes he forgot to reign himself in, he never really let loose with anyone.

Gail looked at him nonplussed, hurt her? Damn she was in heaven all that man pressed into her, but his afraid look dragged her back from the lust that had over taken her. ‘Richie love, trust me when I say you’ve not hurt me! The only way I’m hurting is that you stopped kissing me.’ Her lips quirked up at the corners, and then into a pout.

Richie looked into her eyes and stammered to her ‘But…….but I wasn’t gentle……..your head hit the wall…..hell Gaz you could have concussion!’ He tried to move away from her.

Gail held him fast, he was going nowhere! ‘Richie I repeat, I’m okay, all that happened is a little rough play, talk about hitting my on switch, I’m not going to break when you manhandle me sweetheart.’ She grinned evilly at him, undulating her hips onto his waning shaft, making it twitch to life again.

He groaned, looked at her and finally heard she didn’t care that he was rough. ‘You’re sure?’

‘Oh for fucks sake Sambora, snap the hell out of it and kiss me!’ The fingers still in his hair twisted and pulled, he winced but got one hell of a message as she mashed her mouth to his. His mama never raised no fool, his hands went back to her ass and lifted her up so her legs clamped about his waist, locking onto him; she growled deep in her throat as she felt him grinding into her, growing, lengthening, hardening……she was soaked!

He chuckled as he heard the growl, she looked like a panther, all black hair and emerald eyes, he swallowed the chuckle as her hand ran from his shoulder, down till she burrowed into his shirt, till she found his nipples and scrapped them with her nails making him growl back at her.

Two could play that game. His right hand unclenched from her ass and slowly, tortuously gently made its way up her ribcage, he counted the ribs he found there with his fingertips. Gail’s breathe lodge in her throat when she realised what he was doing. Her legs that were wrapped around him keeping her off the ground started to weaken the nearer that hand got, she slipped a little and realising what had happened he pinned her more to the wall with his body. She nearly died with the force of need that shot through her.

Finally, he reached his goal and his palm lightly brushed the tip straining through the shirt. Gail groan, thrusting it towards him, wanting those large hands about her, not the light touches he was doing, he was driving her around the bend. He chuckled again at her impatience, she wanted more and wanted it now, no teasing required. Mind you what did they call what they’d been doing all damn day! With that thought, all thoughts of nice and gentle flew out the window!

Sunday 11 January 2009

Chapter 25

As they sat in the back Gail ran her hand down Richie’s hard thigh, making circles on it like she had earlier, he took that wandering hand, threaded his fingers through it kissed it again and held it on his lap. ‘Keep playin darlin and the drivers going to get an eyeful, just wait a lil.’

She huffed but grinned and they sat fingers stroking fingers till the taxi slammed to a halt in just over six minutes, Richie tipped him the hundred anyway, got out, unloading the bags and Gail, and then stood looking at the wrought iron gates in front of him.

The house was set well back from the road; it was a huge Victorian house. ‘Wow you own this?’ His passion put on the back burner for a minute! He knew she said she had money but not this much!

‘Yeah, Santa thought I’d been a good girl.’ She laughed; she could see he was impressed. ‘I used to see this house when I walked passed it each day when I started out, I always said I’d buy it one day. And voila I did about eight years ago, it had been run down and I fixed it up, it’s my refuge, my home.’

He grinned, ‘So you like the place then?’

‘A little.’ She walked to the wall and flipped open a panel, if you didn’t know it was there, you never would. A pin pad sat there and Richie being nosy crowded her, if he knew the code, he could get to her anytime, a smirk crossed his beautiful mouth.

Gail took a breath; with him standing right behind her, her brain was short circuiting a little, damn he only had to be near her for her to want to rip his clothes off! She punched in the code and the gates silently opened, she grabbed her bags and turned, bouncing off Richie! He was frowning and looking at the pin pad as something was bugging him.

‘What?’ She asked she’d got an inkling why he couldn’t get it.

He looked at her and then the pad, ‘What number did you punch in?’

‘One-one-zero-seven-five-nine.’ She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at his confused look. The gate swung closed again, neither of them noticing.

She knew the moment it sank in and he’d turned the numbers about, his grin lit up his face, he leant down and wrapping his arms about her, bags and all, pulled her to him and kissed her; after a second his lips bussed hers once more and she looked into laughing chocolate playful puppy brown eyes, ‘Well darlin, I don’t think even I could forget that number.’

Gail blushed, ‘Yeah took you a while to realise it was your birthday didn’t it.’ She laughed and snuggled into him, loving the feel of his arms tight about her.

‘Well you English, have to change the damn numbers about!’ He sniffed loudly, she jabbed him in the ribs making his laugh. Then his chest puffed out, ‘You used my birthday, wait till I tell Jonny boy.’ He turned her to take her through the gates, laughed, leant passed her, opened the box punched the numbers in and the gate opened again, he ushered Gail through and keeping his arm about her walked her up the long drive way.

‘Honey, don’t get big headed, most Jovi girls use their favs birthday numbers for all sorts of things, its common.’

I am not common! I’m very special!’ He sniffed and looked affronted again.

Gail took the keys from her bag and unlocked the massive, daunting door, he looked disappointed it didn’t squeak and groan open, ‘Yes Richie, you are very special, and not in a good way!’ She scooted over the doorstep and into the house.

His stunned look turned into a fierce scowl and he growled deep in his throat, Gail took off running towards the back of the house as he crashed through the door, ‘Not nice lady, you’re gonna pay for that one!’

He stopped and looked about the massive entrance, which opened into a grand foyer. Two staircases rose from either side, meeting at the top. He glanced about for her, she’d gone, he grinned, he liked to stalk his prey sometimes. He dumped the bags and listened.

He heard her dirty laugh, ‘Gotta find me first before you can make me pay Richie love.’ His head whipped from side to side, which way, it sounded like it came from everywhere at once. Richie love huh, he thought, not as bad as it could have been, he laughed loudly and took off to the right, damn this place was huge.

Saturday 3 January 2009

Chapter 24

‘Someone better tell me what the hell’s going on before I start shouting!’ Her gazed bounced from the pure devil look in Jon’s eyes to Richie’s grinning face to her friend’s laughter, ‘And for god’s sake stop looking at me like I’m a piece of chocolate cake!’ That was said to Jon who to be honest, was looking at her just like she’d described!

‘But darlin, you just said, out loud, and I quote, you’re saving the back putting out for me.’ His grin grew wider as Fee tried to back up through her friend going bright red, then she stopped and stood stock still, they could see her brain flick a switch and she pursed her lips and licked them, Jon’s dick twitched to life.

Fee took stock of the men about her, what the hell was her problem? She’d lusted after the blonde one for decades and here he was! She’d always said if she ever got hold of him she’d snap him in two trying to fuck him to death, and she was trying to run from him! Nope, not going to happen, she’d been known to eat men up and spit out their bones, why should he be any different?!

Fee moved from her friends embrace, and locking eyes with Jon, she ran her fingers through her shoulder length shaggy cut red hair; this pushed her already generous breast upwards and threatened to spill them out. She saw Jon’s eyes fall down and he swallowed hard, then harder as she righted her shirt, taking it lower, and as he started to salivate she turned towards Gail and grinned at her friend as she cocked her hip making her ass twitch in her tight jeans.

‘So how the hell have you got not one, but two of the men we’ve always dreamed of fucking, and have you?’

Behind her back Richie and Jon shared a quick raised brow at each other and grinned. Jon liked this woman, forth right and full of fun seemed to encompass her.

‘They’ve done everything but fuck each other.’ Jon said which had Fee twirling back to him, eyes sparkling with fun and devilment, just like his own were.

‘Shit shorty, did you have to say that!’ Gail coloured prettily and rolled her eyes.

‘Well baby its true, and Fee darlin she’s also had her hands all over me.’ He winked at Fee who swung back to her girlfriend.

‘Hands on the Jovi, bloody hell Gee and you didn’t ring me? Some best mate you are. Spill it sistah, is that body as hard and muscled as it looks, and the fur, what’s it feel like?’ Before Gail could answer she swung back to Jon, walking towards him, stalking him like he did to women! ‘And when do I get to pet it?’ She pouted at him, fluttering her lashes at him.

‘Well darlin, how about you take me out back while the love-birds shop, and you can rub the………fur.’ He waggled his brows at her and leered, ‘All you want.’

Fee’s jaw dropped, then snapped back, was he serious? In for a penny in for a pound she thought, and she held her hand to him, ‘Let’s go blondie.’

As Jon’s fingers caressed her palm and lightly touched her hand, they both felt the electricity run up their arms and blue eyes clashed with grey, both checking the other felt it. They grinned and Fee turned, pulled his hand over her shoulder, so their locked fingers brushed her cheek, and led him towards the back. ‘Gee, flip the closed sign, and if you hear screaming, don’t come running! Unless you want to be blinded!’ and with that they walked out of the door towards the back of the store Jon’s laughter ringing in their ears.

‘Damn you girls work fast don’t ya?’ Richie came up behind her looping his arms about her waist and nuzzling her neck.

‘Rich, I think you need to rescue Jon.’

He laughed and hugged her, ‘He’ll cope, she’ll be mush in minutes.’

She leaned back into him as his teeth scraped and nibbled the skin at the line of her jaw, his hands coming up to brush the sides of her breasts, making her arch into them. ‘I doubt it; she’s a bit of a man eater. It’ll be Jon who will be a gibbering idiot.’ She gasped as he skimmed his palms over her nipples, making a lazy circle over them, then moving back to her waist and his mouth latched onto her tender flesh at her collar bone and branded her.

Gail moaned, god help her, she was a biter and liked to be bitten too, not hard, but what he was doing to her and her knickers wetter than being in a shower! She pulled away from his warmth, making him frown; she walked to the door, flipped the sign and locked the door, pulling the blind down. She turned, grinned at his pout and ran back towards him, launching herself into his arms and wrapping her long legs about his waist, her mouth attacking his.

Richie had braced himself when he realised what she was going to do, now she covered his front, his fingers biting into her ass to hold her to his burgeoning erection, he turned and found the counter, sliding her ass onto it he found her legs tightened about him even more

‘Darlin….’ Richie leant back from her wanton mouth, trying to calm both of them, ‘I’m sorry, but I am not taking you on the counter of your friends store! Not going to…..ah……..shit……..happen……Christ that feels………woman stop it!’

‘Nope, I want to play!’ Gail’s fingers and mouth followed each other, from his neck to his chest, where she’d already got his shirt open, over his nipples and as her hands headed south Richie grabbed both of them and pulled them to his lips and he kissed both before keeping them where they couldn’t send his brain into overdrive, like his libido already was!

‘Gail, as much as I want to have your breasts bare in my hands and my mouth on them, I want a bed either under us or near us.’

She wanted that too, but damnit her hormones weren’t listening to her brain, her heart was shouting take me and damn the consequences! ‘We could leave them here……and head to my place…it’s not that……’

‘How near?’

‘Ten minutes…’

Before she could finish Richie had her on her feet and pushing her towards the back door, he banged on it and shouted to Jon he’d meet him later, turned walked her to the racks of clothes, ‘Pick something and lets get the hell outta here!’ His chocolate brown eyes looking molten with the passion he was controlling.

Gail didn’t have to be told twice she grabbed the skirt and top she’d seen the other day, pulled the tags off and wrote a note saying ‘bill me for these, see you at the party, if you can walk.’ Quickly folding and putting them in a bag, they grabbed the others and head for the door, Richie nearly running her out, slamming the door behind them making sure it was locked.

He stood at the kerb, and let out a piercing whistle and a taxi screeched to a halt and he bundled Gail into the thing and made her give to cabbie her address and Rich told him if he could make it in under five he’d give him a hundred. They both slammed to the back as the taxi took off!