He wanted her; he wanted every part of her, his hands reached for her breasts. He found her nipples and started to tweak and pull on them as he rammed his cock in and out of her. He pinched them between his thumb and finger as she moaned in ecstasy, his cock plunging deep as his hips slapped furiously against her. He was trying with all his might not to cum. He took a deep breath, his hands moved to the top of her buttock cheeks, palms down as he rocked back and forth, varying his pace. He could already feel the cum rise up his shaft, and it was rising quick, from his tight balls that slapped against her soft folds.
“I’m not going to be able to keep this going, I’m going to cum if I keep fucking you like this,” he slapped her already reddened buttock, as a means of punishment for making him want to cum so soon. “I’ve plenty of things I want to do with you before that happens,” he laughed, as he pulled his cock out of her, holding it firmly in his hand with a big naughty smile and trademark Rubin wink.
He stood there butt naked, cock in hand, giving it the occasional wank of encouragement. Jessica turned to look at him, as she rose up from the couch, and slowly dropped to her knees.
“Uh uh, no way, you’re not sucking me off now,” he laughed as he guided her back up to her feet. “No darling, I’ll never last with that dirty wee tongue and mouth of yours. No, as I’ve said, I’ll never be able to stop myself from shooting my load deep in that tight throat that you so cleverly use.”
She could only laugh as she leaned into him telling him to hurry up and fuck her real hard, as she retreated to the couch and sat down; her legs spread eagled awaiting him. He was more than happy to oblige as he walked to her, and dropped to his knees. She leaned into kiss him; her tongue slipped into his mouth, as he slid his hard cock into her, he resumed his pounding of her very wet opening. He changed his pace as he felt the cum stir once again, he slowly ground hard against her. His cock was nestled deep inside her, to each gasp of pleasure she made. Her back arched with each grind, till she could take it no more. She leaned back against the leather of the back rest, and Rubin grabbed hold of her ankles and placed each one on his muscular shoulders. The only sounds emitting from that room were the ferocious slaps that his pelvis made against her and her squeals of ecstasy as she cried out “Oh God” several times.
Rubin bent down to her mouth, her ankles still positioned by his ears, as he kissed her hard, his tongue driving deep in her, like his throbbing cock. Again, he felt the cum rise to his tip. He slowed to a virtual stop, his tongue dancing with hers. She clenched down on his again, as she breathed hard, panting from the rigorous fucking she had endured. A naughty smile etched across her face as she watched him breath hard suppressing the cum that had built. She clenched again, clamping down on his length.
“Is this tight enough for you big boy?” She breathed through her naughty smirk, and she clenched down again in small but hard and firm clenches.
His tell-tale smile, turned up, more at just the one side of his mouth signalled his urgency, she knew all too well what she was doing to him.
“Tut tut,” he slowly pulled out of her. Her legs still hung on either shoulder. He shook his head at her. “Now, now, girlie, have some patience,” he pulled his throbbing cock out from her, as she still clenched on him. The feeling was unbelievable, only she did this to him. Both of his heads buzzed with the sensations she gave him.
He was nearly out of her when she clenched down once more, trapping his tip at her opening as she throbbed his crown in her. She pulled herself up on her elbows, a deviant look shoot across her face, as she rose up, her breasts pushed into his chest, as his enormous length slid back into her. He saw her eyes flash quickly filled with excitement as her mouth returned to his.
“Fuck me Rubin. Fuck me hard and fast,” and her tongue buried itself into his mouth.
He had no choice, as she pushed him slowly till he was on his back on the floor behind him and her legs were straddled over him. She rocked back and forth, hard, brushing her clit against his tidy pubes. She rocked harder and faster, her hands on his chest steadying herself as she rode him like a cowgirl. His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, trapping her pert, hard nipples in between his fingers as he squeezed them while he thrust up to her every hard and frantic grind she made.
Her moans were merging into one long howling groan. Her finger nails dug into his pecks. She couldn’t help but drag them down, slowly tearing at his torso as she moved faster and faster as she felt the warm glow of a rush, wash through her like a wild fire. He could feel her quiver, and shake; her howling was getting much louder with every plunge he made. He pulled on her nipples harder to match his thrusts as he started to hum an “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God, I’m cuming,” her nails dug in harder, as her orgasm ripped through her.
“I’m going to cum again Rubin, Oh God, fill me, fill me now,” she panted between breaths. “Fuck me Rubin, fuck me.”
With that Rubin held her waist as he fucked the life out of her, to one almost continuous fuck. His crown was so swollen, his balls throbbed, demanding he release his load into her, so he obliged, pulling a groaning and panting Jessica down to his awaiting mouth as he pumped his load hard into her cries of delight. He felt it rise to his tip; he gripped her hard on her shoulders causing her to push down on him. His cock was in a state of frenzy, as it throbbed while it pumped his creamy white load deep inside her. She sucked on his tongue and bit his lip, pulling on it as he squirted the last drop, her hard nipples scrapping against his chest, with each pump he made.
They lay there on the polished wood floor, just short of the Persian rug he had acquired while out in Iraq, which was in the middle of the room. Jessica, lay on his chest gasping for breath. Her head moved up and down on his chest as he tried to regain his breath from his vigorous performance. Jessica was unable to move, her legs shook up against his sides as they semi knelt on the floor unable to do anything but shake. He looked at the window and noticed the evening had drawn in, unbeknown to them. He wasn’t really that surprised considering they always had marathon sex sessions.
He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, smelling her hair. She smelt good, too good, he had missed her. They lay there, unable to speak, still trying to catch their breaths. He wanted a cigarette real bad. He always did after sex especially good sex like this. But he knew if he moved, this would stop, and he missed this Jessica too much. He wanted to say something, but choose wisely not to, he wasn’t going to take any chances and spoil this moment. It had been too long since he had held her in his arms like this and he wasn’t going to let anything spoil it. So he just held her tight, kissing the top of her head till he worked his way down to her mouth. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips to his, as his soft kisses, became more lingering, and more passionate. During that time he seriously thought about telling her about how he actually felt about her, till he caught a quick glance of her large rock of an engagement ring. It was on her hand which lay on his still heaving chest. He sighed hard.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned him, not moving from her pillow of his muscular peck.
“Nothing,” he tried to laugh it off. “You’ve just wiped me out for I’d say, about fifteen minutes, that’s all.” He squeezed her tight, kissing her softly again trying to reassure her.
“Uh uh, don’t try and fool me Miller, I know you,” she raised her head up and looked at him. “What’s wrong, I know that heavy sigh.”
Rubin looked at her. Yes, the clever thing to do would have been to keep quiet, and not open his mouth. But mixing being sensible with Jessica was like mixing lemon and milk; it just didn’t go hand in hand where he was concerned. He had proved that already with letting her walk out that night months ago, or even stopping the obvious charade that was her engagement. No, he would keep quiet, he had already made a mess of things and he had the potential to make it a lot worse, but not if he kept quiet and didn’t utter a word
“Tell me Rubes,” she looked up at him, drawing imaginary circles on his chest, and she wasn’
t taking his soft kisses in exchange for his silence. I really don’t think when she asked that, that she had a clue as to what had perturbed him. It was only after she had undeniably caught him looking at her ring that the penny dropped for her. She watched him as his eyes were constantly drawn to it. She laughed to herself, he looked at everything he could in the room, but it was like a magnet. It must have been torture for him and it was pure glee for her. Maybe she was thinking that he would possibly change his mind and beg her to come back.
“Jess,” he squeezed her tight as he kissed her.
Jessica’s face said it all, she knew Rubin all too well, and she knew he was going to say something of major importance. And she waited with baited breath.
“Oh my wee Jess, we should just stay like this forever.”
Jessica still laid there, her head heaving up and down on his chest, as he stroked her body, running his fingers slowly, letting them trail, teasing her skin, which was still electric to his touch. She was in heaven, having had her fill of Rubin’s big fat cock and a good, hard pounding. Her body shivered as he worked down from her shoulders to as far as his fingertips would allow him to go. His head nuzzled against hers. Yes you could say Rubin was most definitely in his comfort zone as he lay there, comfortably numb. He squeezed her again.
“Ahh Jess,” he kissed the top of her head.”Why can’t you just come home and forget all this nonsense? The place isn’t the same without you, and me tripping over your booby traps of the ‘things you hang on the floor’,” he laughed, remembering their life together.
“But Rubes, you’re forgetting, I’m supposed to be getting married next month, or have you forgotten?” She smiled to herself, her fingers still circling his chest, as she obviously toyed with him. “Anyway, the clothes on the floor are not my fault, you only have yourself to blame, as you normally tear them off me,” she laughed.
To look at them, they looked like any other normal couple who were deeply in love.
“Ahh Jess, like your still getting spliced, to whatever his name is” he laughed.
“Why? Are you going to do something about it?” she asked devilment in her eyes.
“I just did, didn’t I?” And he leaned up to meet her face which was now facing his with a kiss as he held her waist tightly. “I think I’ve done a good job there too,” as he playfully smacked her reddened buttocks.
“Rubin,” she pulled away from his mouth onto her elbows and rose up to her feet, her hands on her hips as she defiantly looked at him still lying on the floor butt naked. She shook her head. “Uh uh, I’m not moving back in, and you’re mad if you think I’m calling off my wedding for just a fuck Rubin.” She cut him a look and made for the hallway, gathering her clothes leaving Rubin, scrambling to his feet to follow her out. “No fucking way Rubes. I have a good thing going with this guy have you seen the size of this rock?,” she had already stepped into her panties and had put her bra back on, as she bent down picking up her blouse and skirt as she flashed him the obscene ‘how many carats’ rock?... “No way’s Rube, I’m sorry I’m not doing this.”
Rubin stood there aghast, watching her dress in a hurry. He stepped forward, to be immediately met by her hands extended in a stop motion.
“No Rubes stop, you’re a fucking smooth talking car sales man, I know you,” she backed away from the naked man, who made her heart thump at the mere mention of his name.
“Move back home Jess, you don’t have to do this,” he shook his head. “You’ll only regret it. Mark my words,” he shook his finger at her.” It will be your second biggest mistake.” She looked at him puzzled. “Your first was leaving and your second was setting up this sham of a wedding.” ‘Yep, nice one Rubin, get out of that one’, he thought no sooner had he said it as she went into her ‘Challenge accepted’ mode.
“A sham is it?” she raised her eyebrow at him, her eyes wild with temper, her arms folded across her chest defiantly, as she tapped the floor with her foot. “A sham you say?” She picked up her jacket and bag and made for the door latch, she turned it and pulled the front door open wide. “I’ll show you sham Rubin Miller! Next month! Marylebone register office!” She bellowed and she turned, walking abruptly out the door, down the garden path and onto the pavement and towards the main road where no doubt she would pick up a black taxi cab.
Rubin of course followed her out, calling after her, which she completely and utterly ignored. Rubin stood there in the street, as naked as the day he was born. A middle-aged woman was walking her Jack Russell who pulled on the lead taking her for a walk. Her eyes focused on all ‘Rubin’s glory’, as she passed, her mouth was wide open with shock. She tilted her glasses to see if what she was seeing with her eyes or were they deceiving her. Well it wasn’t every day you would see a strikingly handsome, muscular man, butt naked, especially in Loftus Road.
“Good evening, nice weather we’re having,” he smiled nodding his head politely at her, as her head nearly did a three-sixty, still trying not to look at the naked Rubin.
The small dog dragged her ahead having spied one of the big trees not far from where he stood. Rubin still hadn’t covered himself up, even with his hand, as he walked back up his garden path, and into his house closing the door behind him...
15..
Not Fade away..
One month then two and so on, passed quickly for both men. They had even gone through Isabella’s first anniversary, which was an incredibly tough time. But in a few short months from now, Duncan and Rubin would have completed their twelve years of service. As far as both men were concerned September couldn’t have come soon enough.
Yes Jessica did marry the business man. It had been a beautiful day as far as the weather was concerned. Rubin had been watching from across the road, from the Marylebone register office. He didn’t actually believe she would go through with it. But she did, like everything she said she would do. She looked lovely as she stepped out of the blue chauffeur driven Bentley, no doubt her future husband’s, as it was far too new for it to be a hired vehicle for the day. He laughed to himself. The chap was obviously resourceful enough to use his own vehicle. He snorted to himself, thinking how Jessica would have taken that news. But she did look amazing, as she stepped out of the car and straightened herself up. As she did, she looked around, he found himself, pulling back to behind the huge Greek style granite column he had been leaning against, so she didn’t see him.
He shook his head, annoyed at her for following through with her threat. From behind that pillar he saw her casually search the surroundings, no doubt looking for him. He imagined the scenario of her catching him there. Would she still go through with this charade? There was no way she loved that man, he wasn’t him. He sighed hard; she was as stubborn as a mule, too much like him. He would quite happily cut his own nose off to spite his face, and she was cut from the same cloth as him - in every way. That’s why they worked, even their scorching hot make up sex. He felt himself stir in his trousers, yes, thinking of Jess and the kinky things they would do, often had this effect on him.
He gave it a minute before his head popped out slowly from behind the pillar. He wasn’t here just to watch the joke that was, Jessica’s wedding, but to also see if Simone had turned up. Duncan was still making good progress on piecing his life back together. It was a slow and arduous process, but it was a huge improvement and a good one too. He was proud of the way his friend was starting to come out of the ‘dark black hole’ that he had been emerged in, since that fateful day.
Since the day he had thrown Duncan in the shower, he hadn’t touched a drop of drink. Yes he was very proud of Duncan, if it had been him, he would still be in the bottle, and it would have been thrown out to sea, with a letter saying ‘Do not open’. He took a final look, breathing deeply as he watched Jessica step up the steps to the registry office, with a woman who he didn’t recognize. No doubt she was a fellow air stewardess. She took one final look before she walked in through the door that the young woman held open for her, and
she was gone. No sign of Simone, he shook his head, as he realised that he would have to wait for the wedding party to come out. There could have been a chance that she was already in there. He had to be certain that she wasn’t in there for Duncan’s sake. So Rubin stood against the pillars for twenty minutes or so until they came out.
He surveyed the small jubilant crowd, he saw Jessica’s skinny, nerdy, bald husband, much to his amusement. He even laughed out loud when he saw Jess plant a kiss on the nerdy fucker’s lips. But there was no sign in any shape or form, of Simone. He watched them get into their vehicle, to the joyous cheers from their party and drive into the traffic probably off to their wedding reception.
He headed back to his new car, the one that had replaced his 'Betsy'. A gorgeous, sleek, black 1978 Triumph Stag MK, which he affectionately called ‘Deirdre’ and made his way home. Rubin sat in silence, once he had parked up. He was sat there for a good while before he realised what he was doing. Annoyed with himself, he slammed ‘Deirdre’s’ door as he got out, it was the first and only time he did. He stroked her door softly with “I’m sorry baby, see that’s why I love you girls, your far less trouble.”
Once in the comfort of his home he picked up the phone to Duncan.
“Hey old man, you fancy partying it up tonight?”
Duncan laughed down the other end of the phone, with protests of ‘no, and he wasn’t up for ‘partying’ as Rubin called it.
“Ah man, come on, I need a wing man,” he could hear the cogs going in Duncan’s head. “Come on, keep your old pal company, it’s been ages since I’ve had my wing man with me?”
“Rubes, I just...”
“Ahh I’m not asking you to dip your wick man,” he interrupted. “Come on, it will be a blast, and I promise not to force some hotties on you if you don’t want,” he laughed. “But the sooner you get back up on that horse the better, Trust me, I’m a gynaecologist,” he chuckled.
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