“Man, eat!” Rubin ordered nodding his head authoritively pointing the fork at him as he commanded.
Duncan, looked at the plate, his stomach was heaving, as he prodded all the ingredients onto the fork and held it to his mouth. He knew Rubin was watching him like a hawk. He knew there was no way Rubin was going to let him walk away from this table, without eating the food. Shit, in the same shoes, he would have done the same thing. Begrudgingly, he opened his mouth and snapped the contents off the fork, and chewed. While Rubin still watched him.
“Your eggs are like bloody rubber Rubes.” He said in between chews.
“Fuck you,” laughed Rubin, “I’m not only a whore in the bedroom, I’m also a fucking angel in the kitchen,” he chuckled, pointing the fork at him as he spoke. “Now stop complaining and eat your fucking food.” He then proceeded to shovel another mouthful of food into his mouth.
“You do realize you have used a woman quote? Do you have many of these ovary moments Rubes?” he joked.
Duncan swallowed; he could feel the food choking him as it stuck in his throat. He reached for the glass of juice and took a big drink, almost finishing the glass. Rubin, filled the glass silently, and watched him stack another mouthful onto his fork and into his mouth, and chewed. He looked at Rubin; who pursed his lips together, and nodded his head, happy with Duncan’s eating, with an “Ump” and carried on eating, as he watched Duncan.
Over those next couple of days, Rubin did everything he could to make sure he stayed on the straight and narrow. Duncan hadn’t touched a drop of drink in days, and all because of the watchful eye of Rubin. His head was starting to slowly unfuzz. Over those days, he read Simone’s letter. He read every line, again and again; he was still numb, the emptiness he felt was immense without her. But he had only himself to blame. He had memorised every word, even though he knew it off by heart, he kept the letter in his pocket, retrieving it to punish himself again, every time he felt like having a drink.
Duncan had called her parents, who were very polite and sympathetic. She wasn’t with them; he knew this as he had started running, to regain his fitness level. He found himself ending up outside their house, doing some covert reconnaissance, and had seen no signs of her presence what so ever. Originally he found himself there on a daily bases, but over the weeks it had changed to maybe once or twice a week. He had also found out she had given her notice in at work, she had left months ago. He was angry with himself for letting things have gone as far as they did. He had no idea she had done that. How could he have been so blind?
He even went as far as checking up on David to see if there was any sign of her but nothing. He still called her parents to see if they had heard from her. Her mother said she had, and she was only telling him as she knew he was worried about her. But Simone was her daughter, and her loyalty was with her. He completely understood, He thanked her, apologising, he just wanted to know she was okay. She must have felt sorry for him, as she said Simone was slowly mending, but she just couldn’t tell him where she was, that’s all she could say’.
He had found himself telling Rubin of the conversation, hoping he, himself, would have any news. Rubin could only look at him with pity. It was written all over his face.
“Man, sorry, I don’t old man.” He paused before he flashed a grin, sounding ever so innocent. “I could, only if you wanted me to that is.... I could give Jess a wee call if you like?” he gave Duncan a cheeky wink.
Duncan smiled at him, laughing to himself, at Rubin’s cheek; he knew exactly what he was thinking or rather what he was up too.
“Man, I’ll fall on the sword for you any day old boy and call her up,” he looked at Duncan, a huge cheesy smile across his innocent looking face.
“Shit Rube’s you’re just too kind,” Duncan tried to laugh back at him.
“Yeah man, I’ll take one for the team,” he laughed. “No seriously Dunc, I’ll call her if you want me too. Your heads in the right place, it’s time yes?” He looked intently at Duncan.
“But is Simone’s head in the right place too, Rubes that’s the million dollar question?” He sighed to himself. “Anyway, I thought you said she was getting married?”
“Yeah,” Rubin looked momentarily sombre, before clapping his hands the once, signalling, his epiphany. “But that’s not till next month.”
The two men looked at each other, the corners of Duncan’s mouth, turned into a slight smile. It felt sort of good, and it was the first time in months he had.
And that’s how plan A was created.
14.
All of My heart..
Rubin picked up the phone and dialled, he knew she would answer, how could she not? He felt the familiar thump in his chest when he heard her voice. He could hear the excitement in hers as she purred down the phone to him.
“Hey Rubes,” she paused before she spoke again. “What’s up?”
He stood there, imagining Jess at the other end of the phone, looking as gorgeous as always. Why did she have to put this embargo on them? His heart only thumped louder as she spoke, as did his trouser leg. For once in his life, he found himself speechless. This bloody girl tied him up in knots, in more ways than one.
“Hey Jess, how are you doing?” Thoughts of her, and their previous fun and games flooded his head.
“I’m fine, just dealing with the final preparations for the wedding.”
He heard her voice quiver slightly when she mentioned the word wedding. The long pauses between them, uncomfortable, it was evident for both of them.
“I see.” he dragged his bottom his lip under his teeth, God this was so awkward. “So how are things going?” He punched downward, annoyed with himself at asking, and this blasted situation.
“So Rubes, what do you want?” It was an obvious and reasonable question to ask.
“I was wondering if you heard from Simone?”
He shook his head, somewhat disgusted with himself for having asked it. But it was the reason why he called her.... Or was it? He could hear her voice sink as soon as he said it. He could have kicked himself, it was a cruel thing to have blurted it out so unmercifully, this was definitely an occasion he should have, at the very least, have used some form of tact and diplomacy.
“Oh, Simone, you’re calling about Simone,” she took a deep breath, obviously shocked at his question. “Yes I’ve heard from her, that’s why you’re calling to find out what I know. I should have known,” she took another deep breath. “Yes, yes I’ve heard from Simmy, but you really don’t expect me to tell you anything do you? Does that answer your question?”
Rubin felt horrible to the core, he knew that statement had hurt her, and knowing how much he had with how they split, he wasn’t feeling as plucky as he had, when he had first lifted the receiver to call her. He stood there, leaning against his hallway wall, trying to think of something to say, but the words weren’t coming easy for him. She must have picked up on it, as she broke the very awkward silence.
“So, you have nothing else to say then Rubes? You just wanted to know about Simmy, and that would be for Duncan.” She tried to sound nonchalant but it wasn’t working for her as the hurt was all too evident in her voice. “I’ll let you go then Rubes, seeing as I can’t help you.”
“Hey Jess,” he didn’t want her to go; and it was the only thing he could think of.
“What Rubes? What do you want from me?” She begged.
He could almost hear the tears in her eyes. It was ait was a bad, bad idea to have called her. And his motives weren’t exactly the best. He was annoyed with himself, thinking of his conversation with Duncan from the other night.
“Look Jess, I didn’t want things to turn out like this. I can promise you that, I was happy with the way things were. I thought it worked? I thought you were happy?”
“I told you Rubes, I want more. You can’t give me what I want, I want the package.”
“Ahh Jess, come on, be reasonable. I’ve been honest with you from the word go. You wanted
the same as me. That’s why you and I worked; we’re both cut from the same cloth.”
“Yes Rubes I did at one point, but people change, I changed. I told you I want the whole package, as much as it killed me, us breaking up. It was the right thing to do. You can’t give me what I want, so I’ve had to go elsewhere to get it, it’s the law of nature.”
“The law of nature would be, you and me, in bed together or maybe not even the bed,” he laughed as he shrugged his shoulders. “And you know I mean that.”
Yep, you had to hand it to Rubin; the chap had no shame at all.
“It’s not as easy as that Rubes, you know that. Not everything is solved with your cock or bloody sex you know.” She paused clearly annoyed by his response. “Listen I have to go, I can’t do this Rubes.”
And she hung up, leaving Rubin standing there, staring at the receiver in shock at her having actually hung up on him. He replaced the handset and walked into his living room thinking ‘That didn’t go as planned’ and walked towards the scotch that was sitting in his drinks cabinet, and poured himself a glass. He walked over and sat down on one of the two chesterfield couches. He felt like a right bastard, every sip confirmed it. He had blown it royally, not only for himself, but for Duncan too. Failure was never an option for Rubin; he wasn’t looking forward to telling Duncan, that he had probably done more harm than good. What had he been thinking? He was annoyed with himself; he shook his head in disbelief at the situation and the damage he had done, for both of them.
Rubin stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet, and refilled his glass when the doorbell suddenly rang out its ‘ding dong’. He put the bottle and glass down, and walked out to the door. Knowing his luck, it would be Duncan he threw his eyes up to the heavens. That fucker had a sixth sense for shit like this, and he really wasn’t in the mood. He could see a figure shape in one of the glass panels. Typical, it had only been forty-five minutes since he had got off the phone to Jess, and now he would have to deal with Duncan, Could this day get any better?
He reached for the lock, and pulled the latch down and pulled it open slowly. He wasn’t looking at all, assuming it was Duncan; he was looking at the floor as he didn’t want to make eye contact. Duncan would immediately know he failed, and quite miserably too, and by just one look. And no doubt, this would be written all over his face. Duncan had an uncanny eye for seeing things you didn’t want to be seen.
“Come in,” he turned leaving the door ajar and moved to walk back into the living room, and back to his scotch.
“Charming,” came the voice.
“What, what are you doing here?” Rubin spun around, surprised.
Rubin wasn’t often shocked. No; Rubin was more of the shocker, than the shocked. It was like a life’s work for him. He stood there, glued to the floor, his mouth hung open, aghast. The person walked in past him, and as they did, they placed their hand underneath Rubin’s jaw, lifting it up and snapping his gapping mouth shut.
“I see nothing’s changed with you Rubes,” came the voice, which looked around the place for any other signs of life as they stood in front of Rubes.
“I, I mean, what are you doing here? I thought...?” whispered a very baffled Rubin who was completely thrown off guard by his unexpected visitor.
He didn’t get a chance to finish what he was saying as Jess’s lips were hungrily on his. She pushed up hard against him as he crashed up against the wall. Her hands eagerly pulled at his clothes as they dropped to the floor. His trousers hung limply around his ankles as he stepped out of them, in their frenzy. Rubin’s hands slipped down, and undid the buttons of her blouse, and his hand slipped eagerly inside her top to her bra. His hands cupped her breast, her nipple popped to attention at his touch, his fingers grazed over it teasing it harder in their passionate clinch.
Jessica’s kiss intensified at his touch, her mouth hard on his, devouring him, as he tweaked and toyed with it. Being the fair man he was, he unfastened the buttons to her blouse, exposing the white silky bra. He pulled away from her mouth. He smiled at her, fire in his eyes as he dipped down to her erect nipples that were begging to be taken in his mouth. Rubin’s tongue, licked slowly around the rigid nipples, teasing them harder, as he sucked, and pulled them with his teeth. He slipped his hand, down to her skirt, which had been previously squeezing her buttock cheeks into him. He hoisted it to her hips, and his hand slid over her panties.
Rubin’s hands slid slowly up and down over the silky panties, which no doubt knowing Jess, were matching her bra. She instantly started to moan to his soft, but forceful touch, as his fingers slid into the hem, to her awaiting soft folds that were now begging for him, as he sucked hard on her nipple, he slipped two fingers into her, as they glided in and out of her to her groans of longing.
“Oh God Rubes I missed you,” she moaned as she pulled his t-shirt off over his head hurriedly.
Rubin bent to his knees, as his tongue slowly worked its way down across her abdomen, his hands took either side of the panties and he pulled them down to the floor, as she stepped out of them still in her heals. His tongue teased her thighs open, and slid into her soft folds with great skill, causing her to open her legs further, as Rubin’s tongue led an assault that caused her to involuntary place her leg over his shoulder, her thigh resting on it as she quivered to his tongue, dipping in and out of her at a very varied and exciting pace. She gripped the back of his head, her fingers moving through his hair with every stroke and flick his tongue made. He felt her cum hard as he buried his tongue deep inside her to her purrs of delight.
Jess’s legs were still shaking when Rubin stood up, his huge cock in his hand, as he stroked his length with a firm grip watching her reaction. She lay against the wall, watching him, he knew she liked to watch him wank his cock, it was a huge turn on for her, and it drove her wild as she pulled him feverishly towards her. He was left with no choice to slip his hard length into her opening. He held himself there, still wanking his length, his swollen crown, being pumped into her. Instinctively Jess’s leg wrapped tightly around his arse, as his hips moved backwards and forwards pushing her hard up against the wall as she groaned with every pound or thrust he made.
His need for her surprised him, as he nuzzled her neck, sucking hard, occasionally biting. He was so caught in the moment with her - like he always was. She knew just how to press his buttons, and she made sure she always pressed a real fine combination, inducing all sorts of naughty antics.
“Don’t Rubes, don’t leave any marks,” she gasped through her heavy breaths as he ground hard into her still sucking and biting her neck.
Rubin silenced her with his tongue as it danced around in her mouth, entwining with hers as he slammed hard into her. Jessica’s legs spread apart, he held her thighs, his cock throbbed to the tip with every plunge he made as her nails clawed at his back pulling him into her leaving her welted claw marks scattered across his back like he had been flogged with a cat of nine tails.
“I missed you,” he growled into her ear, as his teeth pulled gently at her lobe, and worked down on her neck again.
Jessica was panting her eyes filled with lust as his mouth found hers; she pulled away from his mouth.
“Are you going to just keep fucking me in the hallway, or are you going to take me upstairs?” She moaned as he slammed harder.
“Good point,” he winked at her as he cupped her buttocks lifting her off the ground and walked them towards the living room placing her down onto the couch on her back and resumed his thrusting, nestled between her thighs.
Jessica raised her buttocks off the leather, greeting every thrust he made, groans escaping from her as he hit that certain spot in her inner core causing her to whimper underneath him, the six foot two, blue eyed Scot that hammered her like a nail.
“Give it to me doggy,” she purred as her eyes narrowed with a pure unadulterated ache for him to fill her which was obvious for anyone to see.
Rubin laughed; sweat forming on his forehead, and on his
strapping muscular back. He smiled at her, before slapping her arse hard, leaving his very large, very red, shovel handed print on her right buttock cheek. The print began to form straight away, as he flipped a very eager Jessica over onto all fours. While she waited for him, her hand slid to between her legs as she rubbed her clit with her wet fingers, which she had just dipped into herself.
Rubin held his cock, rubbing it over each cheek. It glided with great ease over each buttock and he slapped it against her, giving Jess a mini spanking with it. She giggled before he grabbed his hard rod and slid it into her, slowly, teasing, as it went in deeper and deeper, with a huge throb from his tip to his shaft.. He had reached her inner core, when the spanking resumed again, with each thrust his enormous cock made, he spanked her harder, till he was almost in one continuous slapping motion. His hand was starting to sting, her arse cheeks reddened as she begged for ‘more’ and ‘harder’. It felt so good to be back in her. It felt like home, as she clenched down hard on him, strangling his fine girthy length.
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