by Jan Graham
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Steve heard the soft little moan and pulled Rhia closer. He hated what he was doing to her. She deserved more from him. Unfortunately, he didn’t believe he could give her more. He knew he should say something. Instead he sat there enjoying the softness of her nestled against his body. The discussion with Barry had been a quick but interesting one. According to Barry, if Rhia was going to show an interest in anyone, he was pleased it was Steve, because he knew Steve wouldn’t hurt her and that he’d always have her best interest at heart. Barry stated that, even though Steve was into kinky shit, he knew Steve would not push Rhia in that direction. And even if they did start having normal sex, he was confident Steve would keep it that way, normal...straight-up regular bonking.
If that didn’t leave Steve with one hell of a dilemma, nothing did. He reflected on Barry’s words. Steve had just been given permission to fuck Rhia, but nothing else. If Barry knew what his sister-in-law was wearing right now, he may have given permission for more. Either that, or he’d have decided Rhia should be banished to her bedroom for the rest of her life.
I wonder if I could convince Barry to banish her to my bedroom for life. And allow me to provide a good hard spanking on her choice little bum before she went there…and once she was in there.
Steve let out an audible groan causing Rhia to lift her head from his chest. He opened his eyes to find her staring up at him with a questioning gaze.
“What am I going to do with you, Rhia McCabe? You have no idea the trouble you could be getting into.” He kissed the top of her head and dragged her up onto him, opening her legs so she straddled his lap. “You drive me to distraction.”
The heat of her pussy warmed him. It penetrated his jeans and caused his cock to harden more than it already was.
“I’m sorry.” The words were whispered beside his neck and ended with a soft, tentative kiss. Rhia nuzzled her head into his shoulder and relaxed her body over his.
“Never apologize to me for being horny, baby. I just need more time to think about this, Rhia. I haven’t been this tied in knots over a woman since…well, for a long time.” His hands moved along her bare thighs as he spoke. The skirt had ridden high over her hips allowing him to cup the globes of her ass with his hands. She whimpered softly and moved slightly, pressing onto the firmness of his groin... “I’m not prepared to take something that isn’t mine to take or to start something that could leave us both in emotional pain if it doesn’t work out. There’s more than a thin shield of skin at risk here, beautiful.”
He knew he was lost. He didn’t think he should have her, but it enraged him to think of someone or something else filling her virgin hole. He’d had the best of intentions today—tell her they couldn’t do anything, apologize and leave. Three simple steps had gone horribly wrong, and none of it Rhia’s doing. He was the one who couldn’t bring himself to leave, even though he knew he should. His hands soothed up her back, away from temptation. He held Rhia in his arms, both so horny for each other, that the slightest movement increased their agony to the point of pain. He shouldn’t want her, but he did. He couldn’t stop himself. It was going to take all his will to do what he realized needed to be done.
He cupped her chin and lifted her head, directing her gaze to him. “Don’t worry, Rhia, I won’t leave you like this, not again.”
Emotion swirled through her eyes. Hurt, confusion, lust, and sadness. Steve took her mouth in a gentle kiss, and her corset-covered breasts move against him. Her arms encircled his neck as he swallowed her soft sigh. He pulled on the ribbon at the back of the corset, loosened it, and eased the leather lower, so corset and skirt rested together at her upper hip. Rhia pulled back from the kiss and gasped his name as one hand came forward to cup her naked breasts.
“It’s okay, sweetie, I’m going to take care of you.” He kissed his way down the valley of her neck. “I promise not to leave you hanging like last time.”
Rhia let out a startled cry as his lips sucked a tightly budded nipple into his mouth. The enraptured moan that followed his actions and the way Rhia arched toward him served to heighten his own need. He could do this. He could give her relief and walk away.
The smell of her arousal engulfed him. He nipped at the hard bud in his mouth and laved his tongue over the little sting he’d inflicted. He massaged her other breast, caressing her nipple. The beaded tip rasped against his palm. He directed his fingers onto the firm peak, pinching and rolling it tenderly between his fingers. Rhia writhed against him, thrusting her breasts toward his toying mouth and fingers, pressing her mound onto his jean-covered erection.
“That feels too good. How do you make me feel this…” She squealed, shivering in response to the hard pinch of fingers and firm bite of his teeth. She arched back, and he liberated the well-loved nipple from his mouth. She giggled at the little popping sound the release of flesh made. He took possession of her mouth once more and eased her away from his crotch. One hand kneaded the soft flesh of her thighs, moving higher, traveling inward toward the heated pleasure between her legs. The other cupped the back of her neck, fisted in her hair at the nape.
“You are too sexy for words.” His voice was husky with desire, and his fingers tightened in her hair. He pulled her head back and looked at the flushed arousal filling her face. His fingers pushed the tiny G-string aside and caressed the swollen lips of her sex. She shivered and pressed down toward his inquiring hand. The needful moan that escaped her lips sent a thrill up his spine as he delved two fingers between her lips, brushing lightly against the unexplored bundle of delight at the crest of her sex. “You’re so delightfully wet baby, so hot and wet.”
Steve battled the urge to lay her back and dive into the folds of heated flesh with his mouth. He wanted to taste her. She was slick and hot, ready for the taking, a temptation he wouldn’t be able to resist for long. He rolled the swollen bulb between his fingers and then slid them along the wet slit, to rim one finger around her virgin hole. He let the tip of his finger venture inside and began gently thrusting. She rocked against it, taking it a little deeper. He watched her eyes widen, and saw her body stiffen as he slipped a second finger into the tight opening. He eased her head onto his shoulder, kissing the side of her face.
“Relax, sweetie, just relax and let my fingers make you feel good.” Her heavy breathing and mewling cries heated the side of his neck. She slipped her arms around him and entwined her fingers in his hair.
“I don’t know what to do. What should I do, Steve? Please, tell me what to do.”
“Just enjoy the feeling, baby.” He continued the gentle thrusts into her, ensuring he didn’t go too deep. He found her engorged clit with his thumb and rubbed against it with the movement of his fingers. Rhia tightened her grip in his hair. Her body shuddered against his, and her pussy tightened on his fingers as she tried to impale the digits deeper within her.
“That’s it, baby, let it go. Let the pleasure flow through you, beautiful.” He pressed his thumb more firmly against her clit and let her set the pace against his fingers. “Hold onto me, baby, and just enjoy the release.”
Rhia’s thrusting became more frantic. His thumb rolled over and around the bundle of nerves beneath it with every frenzied movement of her body. Her scream of release filled the air, and he watched her unravel around him. She attempted to pull her hips away as the shudders of her first release subsided. He quickly moved his free hand to grip onto her bottom, holding her against him.
“Again, Rhia, come again for me baby.” He didn’t want her first orgasm to be a quick affair. He’d ensure she received complete relief of the arousal that had plagued her for the last two days. He took control of her cunt, continuing the shallow thrusts. As she clenched around his fingers, he continued the hard strokes against her clit. Rhia gasped for breath and cried out his name as another series of tremors racked her body, her pussy clenching and releasing over his digits in a flood of release, as a second, then a third orgasm ripped through her body.
As he removed his hand, she slumped against him. Her essence coated his fingers and moistened his palm. He licked his palm before placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking her moisture from then. Damn, he should have gone down on her. He waited as her breathing returned to normal, stroking the soft stands of her hair, running his fingers over the smooth flesh of her back. When she finally spoke, her words shocked him.
“What about you?” She pushed against his chest and sat up.
“What about me?” he replied cautiously.
“You’re still hard. You know your…thing…I mean, your penis is still hard.”
“My thing will be fine. I’ll take care of it when I go home.”
Rhia climbed off his lap and positioned herself between his legs. Kneeling down, she reached for the snap of his jeans.
“I know what to do. Let me fix it.” Shocked by her actions, he tried to make sense of her words. His mind went into overdrive, and before he realized, she was lowering the zip of his jeans. He gripped her by the wrists, stopping her activity.
“No. This was about your relief, not mine.” Jesus, she was on her knees staring up at him with pleading eyes. Her bare breasts sitting flush with the upper edge of the corset, nipples still budded, G-sting pushed to the side exposing her swollen pussy lips. If her wrists were cuffed rather than being held in his hands, she’d be every Dom’s erotic dream.
To hell with the cuffs. She’s my perfect erotic dream.
Steve took a deep breath and released it slowly.
“Please, I want to do this for you. I found out what to do. Please let me at least try.” She wiggled forward a little closer to the sofa and rested her butt against her feet. “Please, I want to give you pleasure like you’ve given me. Please, Steve.”
She begged so sweetly and didn’t even realize she was weakening his defenses with every soft little plea leaving her lips. He released her hands and nodded silently, watching the smile not only fill her face, but also light up her eyes. She moved tentatively toward his crotch, the slight tremor of her hand the only indication she was nervous. He raised his hips marginally as she pushed on the band of his jeans, lowering them, releasing his cock into her uncertain grip.
“Oh, my goodness.” She gulped quietly, as she stared at his erection. She nearly released him. A look of surprise filled her face as his cock flinched against her palm. Her fingers encircled him, not quite long enough to enfold him fully. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, the softest of caresses. Her gaze lifted to his face. She was clearly unsure.
“You can hold it tighter, gorgeous, it won’t break.” He placed his hand over hers, tightened her grip and moved her hand firmly up and down. Once he knew she had the idea, he pulled his hand away. Oh yeah, she knew what to do now. He stifled a moan and eased back onto the sofa. He closed his eyes and relished in the stroke of her hand against his flesh.
“That’s so good, baby. Just like that is perfect.” This time he didn’t stifle the delighted groan, as her grip tighten a little more. She giggled and he took it as a sign that her confidence in her handy work was growing, as was his impending release.
“Jesus, fucking, Christ.” The words exploded from his lips. His eyes shot open, and his hips jerked forward as her mouth engulfed the upper part of his cock and she began to suck. Her tongue licked over the head and delved downward along the shaft then her lips pressed tightly around him. He pushed against her head to try and get her to move back. “Where the hell did you learn to do this?”
Rhia looked at him and blushed as she eased away. “I thought you’d like it. Did I do it wrong? The man in the movie liked it. Let me try again, tell me what to do differently.”
He stood up and went to step away, but she grabbed hold of him, shimmied back a little and looked up at him with those pleading eyes again.
“I’ll do better.” Before he could say anything, she was going down on him again. His cock stiffened further as her moist, hot mouth encased him.
The man in the movie liked it? He glanced over to the TV and saw the DVD case sitting beside it. Porn. His little innocent Rhia had been watching porn. He looked down at her bobbing head, felt the pressure of her sucking mouth and moaned his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, suck me just like that.” The man in the movie wasn’t the only one who liked it. He curled his fingers in her hair and tried not to thrust toward her mouth with the force he knew he wanted to. “Go down a little further, Rhia. Take it deeper, baby.”
Her hands rested on his thighs, her mouth moved further down his shaft and her wicked tongue licked him. He fisted her hair and forced her head to tilt back. She lifted her gaze to look in his eyes. Damn, it was his shower fantasy come to life. His hips moved forward of their own accord, and her eyes widened in surprise as he took her mouth deeply, careful not to block the back of her throat. He quickened his pace, keeping her eyes locked with his, ensuring she showed no signs of fear or panic.
“Good girl, Rhia. You’re such a good girl. You have the sweetest mouth, baby.” He didn’t want to leave the delightful confines of that sweet mouth, but he refused to come while in there. Not for her first time. “I’m going to come, baby. You need to finish me with your hand, sweetheart.”
He’d barely wrapped her hand under his and clamped it around his shaft when the first spouts of cum erupted. He moved her head back just in time for the jets of hot seed to miss her face. Instead they landed on her naked chest, dribbling between the valley of her breasts, and down her stomach. When the last stream left his body, he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm. Rhia stared at her chest in startled surprise.
“Oh, dear. It’s a bit messy, isn’t it?” She giggled and drew a pattern in the fluid dribbling over her body. “And slightly sticky.”
“Yeah, it is, baby, it’s very messy.” Steve helped her stand and led her to the bathroom to clean her up.
Yes, it certainly was messy and getting more complicated by the minute. In fact, the whole damn situation was quickly becoming one giant, motherfucking mess.
Chapter Ten
Sunday had been hell, and Monday and Tuesday weren’t much better. Steve walked into the morgue with Carlie James by his side. There had been another death, this time a teenager, and more than likely the result of badly cooked meth from a backyard lab. So Wednesday was turning out to be a charm as well.
Steve spoke to the coroner while Carlie handled the two grieving parents. A local death was never easy, but under these circumstances it was more difficult than most. He knew the parents of the young man lying on the cold slab before him. Yes, he’d been in trouble with the police before, petty crime like shoplifting and some vandalism. Street art, the young man had called it. Still, there’d never been any indication of drug use. He hadn’t run with the pot-growing crowd, he’d never been under the influence when he’d been spoken to by the police. It didn’t make sense.
“He’s sixteen. It was obvious he was under the influence of something when he was brought in.” Daniel Shore now stood behind Steve, also staring at the young man before him. “Staff had to get security to restrain him so they could attempt treatment. He was violent, lashing out, not making sense when he spoke. Then he collapsed. Ten minutes later he was dead.”
“And the preliminary blood tests indicate it was the same chemical concoction found in the body of the out-of-towner Trevor mentioned at the meeting the other day?” Daniel nodded and handed Steve the hospital’s written report on the incident.
“That information will also go to the coroner for his investigation. You might need to forward it to Trevor if he needs to be kept in the loop.” Daniel turned to walk away and stopped. “You look stressed, man. I’ll tell Angel you’re joining us for dinner. We’re all worried about you.”
Steve was stressed, and he’d been avoiding everyone since his encounter with Rhia on Saturday. He hadn’t even visited or called Rhia, which he realized made him look like a prick. Nothing ever scared him, until now. He was terrified of the
lusciously petite little woman across the road. Well not exactly of her, but of the barrage of feelings that had assailed him since their last meeting. His emotional defenses were crumbling, although he couldn’t pinpoint when the first crack in the wall around his heart appeared.
When his wife died, he’d believed his heart had gone with her. He no longer had a capacity for love. Now there was an unfamiliar ache in his chest that only seemed to subside when he was near Rhia.
If he wasn’t concentrating on something else, then thoughts of her filled his mind, and blood rushed to his cock. He’d never experienced anything like it in his life. Even when he’d initially met Kathy, he hadn’t been like this. Sure, she’d occupied his thoughts, made him horny and stolen his heart. But it hadn’t been anything like he was feeling now. Then again, he’d pursued Kathy from the moment he met her, rather than running the other way. There had been no reason to resist his desire for Kathy, unlike Rhia.
With Rhia there were numerous reasons to hold back, however, he was starting to wonder whether the excuses he made about her being too innocent, not wanting to introduce her to BDSM and not being the type of man she needed were just that…an excuse. What if resisting Rhia was more about him, and not her?
He spoke to the young boy’s parents before leaving. Not that any words he offered could compensate for their loss, but still, it was the right thing to do. Carlie was going to the school and interviewing the boy’s friends, so Steve made his own way back to the station. Hopefully the walk would do him good.
Something had to give. He needed to make a decision about Rhia, figure out how to either get her out from under his skin, or take the step to make her his. He favored the second option, only because he didn’t think he’d ever be able to rid himself of his feelings toward her. He hadn’t decided exactly what those feeling were. He wanted her sexually. That was as clear. Ultimately, sexual attraction didn’t mean there was anything else going on. However, with Rhia there was definitely more to it than just the hard-on she provoked every time he thought of her.