Reaching Rico (The Adamos Book 5)

by Mia Madison

  Every smack jolts my body. The stinging pain turns to pure heat and sizzles through my core to my clit, until the whole universe narrows down to my ass, his hand, and my molten core.

  I’m not counting, but it’s been around ten swats when he sets me on my feet and orders, “Jeans down.”

  My eyes go wide, but I don’t argue. I unbutton my pants, unzip them, and work them carefully down to my knees so my panties stay up.

  He pats his leg again and I bend myself over his lap. I’m so glad I got that sexy lingerie, otherwise I’d be wearing granny panties right now. His hand smooths over my ass, soothing, squeezing, and then he starts again.

  “Oh god!” Without the protective layer of my jeans, it’s so much more intense. Tears spring to my eyes as Rico spanks every inch of my ass, not fast, not slow, but deliberate.

  The heat in my center spreads through my whole body. My skin is flushed, my breasts are heavy, my nipples stiff. And my clit is swollen and throbbing, desperate for release.

  Ten more, and he stands me up again. “Panties down.” Holy crap. I didn’t lock the door; someone could walk in. And now I really know I’m Rico’s kind of pervy, because that only makes me hotter.

  Hooking my trembling fingers in the waistband of my panties, I pull them down to join my jeans. His nostrils flare, and I know he’s scenting my arousal. He can see everything, including how wet I am.

  “Gorgeous,” he says softly, and I feel it right in my clit. “Over my knees, babe.” I do as I’m told, and we begin once more.

  When he finally stops, my ass is on fire and the insides of my thighs are slick. He keeps me there, his hand smoothing gently over my skin, easing the burn even as he deepens the ache in my core.

  29

  Electric Fans

  “If we were at home,” he says musingly, “I’d eat your pussy out right now.”

  The words send a jolt of electricity to my clit, making me jerk on his lap. “Oh, god, Rico. That’s just mean.”

  There’s a pause, and then, “What did you say?”

  Crap. I’m not allowed to call him Rico when he’s spanking me. “Sorry, sir. I forgot.”

  “Gonna have to help you remember.” His hand squeezes my tender flesh, then comes down on one of my most sensitive spots. I gasp, my legs kicking out.

  “What do you call me?”

  “Sir,” I moan.

  “You gonna forget again?” Another smack.

  “Oh god! No!” It hurts so good, I’m on the verge of coming just from this.

  “No, what?” He spanks me again, and I flail on his lap as a mini-orgasm lashes through me.

  “No, sir!”

  “Did you just come without permission?”

  I groan, my brain scrambled from the sensory overload. “I’m sorry, sir! I thought the rule was it had to be you — making it happen — and it was.”

  “If we were at home, you’d eat my cock and then ride it for an hour before I let you come.” I shudder against him, dangerously close to climaxing again. “But since we’re here, and you’re new to this, and you’re tryin’ to be a good girl for me …”

  He sits me up so I’m facing out, my legs atop his. I arch against him when he cups me, and that tightens all the muscles in my ass and sends a bolt of pure heat through my center. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Problem?” Rico says in my ear.

  “I’m trying not to come, sir!”

  “Thatta girl. Hang on a little bit longer for me.” He parts my slick folds, drenching his fingers in my wetness. As soon as he reaches my clit, my legs kick out and his arm locks down, keeping me safely against him.

  I’m already on the edge, so a few seconds of him rubbing me is all it takes. The tension coiled so tightly inside me gathers, tightens, and explodes. My hips buck, again and again, and every time the muscles in my ass flex and tighten, it sends a fresh bolt of sensation shooting to the swollen nub that Rico keeps stroking.

  I’m coming so hard that I stuff my forearm into my mouth and bite down to muffle my screams. He triggers another climax, waits while I ride it out, then brings me again. And again, and again.

  He doesn’t stop until I’m too sensitive and curl a hand around his wrist in a silent plea. Pulling his hand away, he holds it to my mouth, and I suck him in, tasting myself on his fingers, moaning.

  I am simultaneously completely satiated, and absolutely desperate to have his cock inside me. At this moment he could fuck me in front of every mechanic who works at Revved, and I wouldn’t even care. Later, of course, I’d die of embarrassment. But not right now.

  Rico turns me sideways on his lap and I cuddle against his chest, burrowing into the heat of him. He’s like my own personal furnace. Who needs comforters or electric blankets? A single sheet is enough when we’re spooning, even in the dead of winter.

  “Guys’ll be back soon,” he says after a few minutes. His lips graze my forehead, and the last thing I want to do is leave his arms. But we can’t stop time, much as I’d like to.

  He stands me on my feet again and helps me get my clothes back in place, then reaches over to turn on one of the electric fans we use in the summertime. Is he that overheated from our playtime?

  Then it hits me: the garage smells like sex. Thank god for fans … and the fact that I can do my job without sitting down.

  30

  Frantic

  That Friday, Rico takes me home again. The weather has been nasty all week, so I’m not surprised he wants to drive me up to his place. We’re in the parking lot, standing by my car. “I’ll follow you home and then you ride with me,” Rico says.

  Part of me warms at his protectiveness, but another, very naughty part can’t give in so easily. “I do know how to drive, you know. Even in bad weather.”

  He folds his arms. “We can stand out here freezing our asses off until you give in, or you can save us both the time. Just so you know, if you choose door number one there’ll be consequences.”

  I fold my arms in turn. I’m not actually trying to mimic him, but then I realize it looks that way and speak quickly before he can get any ideas. “So whenever I do something you don’t like, you’ll punish me?”

  “No. That would be whenever you’re being unreasonable just to wind me up when I’m tryin’ to look out for you.”

  “You’re annoying when you’re right,” I tell him, and get in my car to drive home.

  Once I’m in his SUV and we’re climbing into the mountains, I’m secretly glad it’s him at the wheel and not me. The switchbacks and hairpin turns can be tricky even in good weather, and it’s starting to snow.

  There’s an inch on the ground by the time we get to Rico’s place. Val scrambles out after us, but runs off to frolic in the snow. “She’ll come in when she’s ready,” Rico says, and leads me into the house.

  I expect this weekend to be more or less a repeat of the last one, and I’m not disappointed. As soon as we’re inside, Rico hoists me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom. We’ll get around to dinner … eventually.

  He sets me down and his hands uncover me, his mouth following. “Love the way you feel,” he says when he cups my breasts. “Your hair, your skin. So soft.” His lips skim over me, tracing my curves, until I’m naked and he’s kneeling before me.

  He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder, then weaves his arms between my thighs and up my back. I’m left spread wide before him, leaning back and braced against his hands and forearms.

  “The way you taste. Love that too. Could eat you up forever.” His head lowers and he does exactly that, savoring me with seemingly endless patience.

  Sensation spirals up inside me, sending me over into an almost-gentle climax before he transfers me to the bed. I’m astonished by his tenderness: how delicately his fingertips trace my collarbone and skim down the backs of my thighs, how soft his lips are against my skin. It makes me tremble inside to think that no one else sees this part of him, that only I receive this most precious of gifts.

  When h
e moves up to kiss me, my hands roam his chest, his arms, his abs. I love the way his muscles flex at my touch. The idea that this big, strong man is somehow vulnerable to me is intoxicating.

  I scrape my nails gently over his nipples, then trace one with my tongue before closing my mouth over the warm flesh. When I use my teeth on him, he hisses out a breath. “Enough of that. You can drive me crazy another time.”

  “But I like it,” I say stubbornly.

  “I’ve noticed that. So I’ll return the favor.” Sliding down my body, he settles with his head between my thighs again.

  He’s rougher this time, nipping at my thighs, letting his stubble scrape my sensitive skin, closing his teeth over my clit. My body already primed, I come hard and fast. Rico works another finger inside me after every orgasm: One, then two, then a third, until I’m whimpering and bucking, my body begging for all of him.

  Instead of giving me what I crave, he starts all over again, hands and lips and tongue and teeth exploring me from head to toe, driving me toward another shattering peak … that he doesn’t allow me to reach. As soon as I’m on the verge, he eases off.

  Again and again he torments me, so much pleasure but never quite enough, until I’m frantic.

  “Rico,” I beg. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  31

  Congratulations

  My head thrashes on the pillow. He sets his teeth in my inner thigh and my hips buck. “You know what!” I cry.

  “Say it anyway.” He sucks my clit into his mouth for several long seconds, then stops, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses up my body.

  “Stop torturing me and do it.”

  There’s a wicked light in his eyes. “Do what?”

  I take his face in both hands. “Do I need to make you mad?”

  He arches an eyebrow. “You wanna delay things with another spanking, I can oblige.”

  It’s my turn to growl. “I want your cock. Inside me.”

  That gets me a long, deep, drugging kiss, until I turn to liquid in his arms. Finally, I get my reward. Rico takes himself in hand, rubbing the tip of his cock against my slick flesh, then positions himself at my entrance and slowly, slowly fills me.

  “It’s the best thing in the world,” I tell him in a voice thick with pleasure. “Having you inside me.” He pulls slowly back, then presses in again. “Oh,” I moan. “Oh god.”

  “Yeah?” Another stroke, back and then in.

  “Yeah. Please, Rico, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t.” My hips lift, meeting him stroke for stroke. “That’s my girl.”

  “Rico,” I whisper. It’s all I can say, the universe contained in a single word. “Rico.”

  He keeps the rhythm slow and steady, our bodies moving together, rising and falling on an ocean of pleasure. When I gasp and arch against him, he reaches down to find my clit and send me over. His fingers roll, then press, and I rocket into ecstasy, vising around him.

  As soon as I come down he starts to move again, building up speed until he’s fucking me hard. I love this even more, my nails raking his back, my teeth sinking into his shoulder when he pours himself out inside me, sending me over a final time.

  My arms come around him, holding him close. After a few seconds, he rolls us so I’m sprawled on top of him and pulls the covers over us. I snuggle close, ready to doze off until it’s time for more.

  At first, I think the doorbell is part of a dream. Then Val starts barking, and I blink awake as Rico shifts me aside and rolls out of bed. Maybe there’s a motorist stranded on the road.

  I get up and tug on a sweatshirt before Rico comes back, his expression one of grim amusement. “What’s wrong?”

  “We got company.”

  “What?” I stare at him. “Who on earth would come out in this weather?”

  “Who do you think?”

  And then I hear the murmur of voices. Lots of voices. “Oh my god. Seriously? Tonight?”

  “Yeah. Congratulations, babe. You’re about to get snowed in with my entire fucking family.”

  32

  Ways Of Being Quiet

  By the time I’m cleaned up and dressed, the house is packed. My Revved girlfriends are all here with their men. As soon as I hit the living room, they rush me.

  "This is the biggest one yet!" Cait whispers. "There are Adamos here from all over the state."

  "Holy crap," I whisper back.

  "Rico's a big deal," Erin says. "Everyone's going to be checking you out. But don't worry; we'll keep you company while you meet them.”

  My friends are as good as their word. At least one of them is always with me, no matter how many Adamos swarm me. Rico gets pulled into a lot of huddles, but he's never far from me either.

  It takes a few minutes for his parents to reach me. Rico's mother, Carlotta, is tiny next to her husband and sons. My heart skips a beat as she comes up to me. I'm not expecting her to pull me into her arms and hold me close without a word.

  There's a lump in my throat by the time she releases me. Framing my face in her hands, she says softly, "I'm so happy. Welcome, Mickey."

  I swallow hard. "Thank you. It's good to meet you finally."

  Rico's dad hugs me too, gently and briefly, but his eyes are warm. I avoid looking at Rico directly until his parents move on to talk to someone else. When I finally meet his eyes, his expression makes me blush and glance away.

  As usual, there's enough food for ten times the number of people here. The snow is coming down harder than ever by the time all the visitors have stuffed themselves into every inch of the house ... except for Rico's dungeon, aka our naughty playroom.

  He built it for me, bit by bit, in a corner of his downstairs level, in the hope — the wish — that someday I’d be ready for him. No one but the two of us has ever been inside. Thank goodness he keeps it locked.

  The back of his hand brushes mine, and I look up. "You do keep that room locked, right?"

  His eyes crinkle. "Always, babe."

  "Okay, good. I don't even want to think about the awkwardness of explaining that to your family.”

  Someone has bought a bunch of board games, and others have brought sleeping bags and blankets and pillows. The house is utter chaos, but it’s a cheerful chaos that somehow feels absolutely right.

  By the time we’ve greeted everyone, my head is spinning. “There won’t be a quiz, right? I don’t think I remember a single person’s name.”

  “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll be meeting them all again.” He tucks me against his side, and I surprise myself with a sudden yawn. “We better get you to bed.”

  “But … we have company.”

  “It ain’t like they’re going home in an hour. They’re gonna be here until the plows come along to dig us out.”

  I shake my head and grin at him. “It’s like camping out at home.”

  “Pretty much, yeah. Good thing I got plenty of food here. And a generator, and solar power, and wood for a stove. Just in case.”

  “Like a good Boy Scout,” I say, grinning.

  His gaze turns hot. “I was never a Boy Scout, babe. They didn’t give merit badges for what I liked to do.” The heat intensifies. “Except maybe rope tying.”

  “Rico!” I can feel my face turning red. Other parts of me are getting warm too.

  “Bedtime, Mickey.”

  “But we can’t — I mean …”

  His eyes gleam. “There are ways of being quiet.”

  Oh my god.

  33

  Here’s Where I Belong

  Rico’s right; the invasion lasts all weekend. It should be claustrophobic, all those people, most of them strangers, all of them curious about me, and all of us occupying a single house. But somehow, it works.

  The adults take the kids out to play in the snow. The board games, and the pool table downstairs, get a heavy workout. Valiant is in doggie heaven with all the people paying attention to her. Everyone pitches in with cooking and chores, and there’s so much warmth a
nd laughter it feels like we’re in some carefully-crafted commercial about family togetherness.

  When the snowplows come through early Monday morning and everyone starts to clear out, I’m almost sorry to see them go. Almost. Rico stands at my back, arms around my waist, while we wave goodbye.

  “Rico?”

  “Yeah, babe.”

  I wouldn’t normally have the nerve to bring it up, but now seems like the right time to ask. “Do you ever want kids?”

  He tenses; my heart sinks. But then he pulls me closer. “Think about it all the time. Puttin’ a baby inside you.”

  My body trembles. “You do?”

  “Yeah.” He turns me to face him. “This weekend didn’t scare you off kids?”

  I grin. “No, just the opposite. It made me think how much I’d like to have a bunch of my own running around.”

  “A bunch, huh?” His mouth curves up.

  My eyes have a sudden need to examine the floor. “Well …”

  Rico frames my face in his hands and tilts it up. “I’m okay with a bunch, babe, if that’s what you want.”

  “Really?”

  His eyes are warm. “Yeah, really.”

  My smile threatens to crack my face. “I think … having a bunch would make me really happy.”

  “How many we talking? Three, six, ten?”

  I giggle. “I don’t know. Five or six, maybe?”

  “Happy to make babies with you, doll. Anytime.” He leads me over to a recliner and sits down, getting me settled in his lap. “But that doesn’t leave a lot of time for you to do other stuff.”

  My finger traces a pattern on his shirt. “I always figured I’d go to college someday, because it’s what people do. But I never really had a burning desire for a career, so I wasn’t sure what to major in. I thought maybe business classes, to help out at the garage.”