The Perfect Woman

by Gemma Michael

  And watching Rico was making it worse. She’d been curious, sure. She’d wanted to see him. She just hadn’t realized what seeing him was going to do to her.

  He had unbuttoned his shirt, and spread the sides apart to expose a beautifully muscled chest and a perfect six pack. Smooth dark skin, just begging for her hands. A dark ribbon of hair trailed down from his belly button to the black tangle around his dick, and his nipples were puckered. He was touching them with one hand. Pinching and tweaking, the way she liked when someone did to her. His other hand was fully wrapped around his shaft now, pumping up and down. Occasionally he slid his thumb over the head, catching a bead of liquid and rubbing it into the soft skin, making the head glisten. As she watched, the hand that had been touching his chest slid down to cup his balls and lift them. Squeezing and massaging.

  And through it all he kept his eyes on her, obviously getting off on watching her watch him.

  “You know...” Jenna cleared her throat. “I’d be happy to help you with that.”

  “This?” He looked down at his hand, at the dick straining for release. Up at her face again. Her mouth.

  “If you want.” He didn’t answer, and she added, “You’ve had a hard day. I think you deserve a little attention. And since Jillian isn’t here to give it to you...”

  “You figure you’ll stand in?”

  She shrugged. “It seems the least I can do. After all, we’re practically family.”

  Rico grinned. Kept fondling himself while he thought about it. While Jenna waited, heart thudding, for his answer. “So you’d be, like, what’s-her-name? Under the desk? On your knees with my cock in your mouth?”

  She nodded. Please say yes.

  “Hell.” An appreciative smile curved his lips, and he let go of his dick to put both hands behind his head. Offering himself to her. “Knock yourself out.”

  Jenna took a step closer. And another. Got down on her knees in front of him and leaned forward. Licked him. Up one side and down the other. Twirled her tongue around the head, tasting him. Salty and strong. Opened her mouth and took him in. Just a little. An inch or two. Up and down a few times before taking another inch. And another.

  Slowly. Making the experience last. For her as well as for him.

  Rico groaned, his hands fisted at his sides now, and Jenna knew he was fighting to keep his ass on the sofa, to stop himself from thrusting up and into her mouth. She appreciated it, although she planned to have all of him before she was done. Opening her throat, she took in another inch. Her mouth was full of him, and Jillian had been right: he was almost too big. At least too big to suck comfortably. Having him fuck her would be different, though. He wasn’t too big for that. She couldn’t wait to spread her legs for him, to feel him at the entrance to her body, big and thick and hard. Couldn’t wait to scream her head off as he filled her, in one hard move.

  Damn, Jillian was lucky.

  His hand slipped down to cup the back of her head and apply pressure, his voice hoarse. “Take more of me.”

  With him filling her mouth, she couldn’t say no. Not that she wanted to. Instead, Jenna concentrated on fitting more of him in her mouth. On not gagging as he started moving his hips. Thrusting up into her mouth and pushing her head down to meet him at the same time. In and out in deep, powerful strokes, fucking her mouth the way she ached for him to fuck her pussy.

  He came in a rush. She felt his balls tighten, his muscles clench, and sensed him fight to hold back for long enough to give her time to withdraw. And then she felt his surprise when she clasped his balls in her hand, sucking hard on him as the first spurt hit the back of her throat.

  Jenna swallowed. And kept swallowing as he shuddered and groaned, shooting his seed into her mouth. Thirsty for him, she drank it all down, like the fine Jamaican rum he had served her.

  It went on forever, or seemed to. Until he finally dropped his head back on the sofa and took a deep, shaky breath. “Fuck.”

  Jenna lifted her head. Slowly. Sucking him clean as she retreated, then slicking her tongue all over him to make sure she hadn’t missed a single drop. She thought about wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she was finished, and then thought better of it. Slid her tongue over her lips instead.

  “You taste good. Salty. Hot.” She didn’t plan for her voice to come out so husky, like a bad B-actress in a porn movie.

  Rico didn’t laugh. Just looked at her, his eyes dilated to black. “Jillian doesn’t like to do that. Wants me to pull out before I come. What’s the fun in that?”

  Jenna couldn’t imagine. Couldn’t imagine having Rico and denying him anything. Having Rico and not wanting to have him in every way. Completely.

  But she wasn’t surprised. Jillian had talked about how big Rico was, and how great it was when he fucked her, but she hadn’t mentioned anything else. Like having him come in her mouth. Or coming in his. Or any of the other things that Jenna could do for him. Would love to do, if he wasn’t her sister’s boyfriend. If he wasn’t worried about cheating on perfect Jillian.

  “Glad to be of service.” She flashed her teeth, a bright, brassy smile. “And now I guess I should probably go. Find a nightclub and celebrate.” Find someone to take some of her edge off. It wouldn’t be Rico, but it would be better than nothing. She started to get to her feet.

  “You wanna brush your teeth before you go? Get the taste out of your mouth?”

  Jenna shook her head. “I like the taste of you.” And the memory of him, pumping his seed into her mouth. She’d be thinking about that every time she saw Jillian from now on. Watching Jillian with the baby, she’d be thinking about being on her knees on the floor in Jillian’s apartment, with Jillian’s boyfriend’s dick in her mouth, making him come. Doing something for him that perfect Jillian was too prissy to do. Giving him pleasure that Jillian withheld. “I don’t mind tasting you for a while longer.”

  He looked up at her from his place on the sofa, his body still gloriously on display, hot skin glowing against the black leather. “How about another drink?”

  Jenna hesitated, and he added, “We could celebrate here. Just the two of us.”

  His eyes were steady. Oh-kay. So it seemed like either he just didn’t want her to go get laid by someone else tonight. Or else he wanted her to stay here so he could fuck her brains out himself.

  Please. Please let him want to fuck my brains out.

  “I suppose another glass wouldn’t hurt. I mean, it’s not like I’m meeting anyone. In particular.” She sat back down on the sofa. Crossed her legs demurely.

  “Right.” Rico grinned. Leaned forward, to splash another couple fingers of rum into her glass. Put it in her hand. Clinked their glasses together and took a deep swallow. “Cheers. Again.”

  “Cheers.” She took a sip. A small one. Not quite ready to lose the taste of him yet. In case it was all she was going to get tonight.

  He twisted on the sofa to look at her. Totally unselfconscious about sitting there with his shirt open and his pants bunched around his ankles. “This is nice.”

  She glanced over. Looked at him. Up and down. “Very nice.”

  He smiled. Stretched a little. “I can get dressed, if you like.”

  “Not for my sake.”

  “Maybe you should get undressed too, then.” He reached out. Trailed a fingertip up her thigh. Skimmed it along the bottom edge of the short dress. “So I won’t feel so lonely sitting here in my skin.”

  “You want me to get naked?”

  He grinned. “Like you said, we’re practically family. So yeah, I want you to get naked. You got to see me, now I wanna see you.”

  I thought you’d never ask.

  Jenna put the glass on the table and got up, her heart beating faster. Beating in time to the music. That driving beat. The Latin rhythm, getting in her blood. Heating it.

  Swaying, she began to work the dress up over her hips. It was a basic Lycra number, short and clingy, and it slipped over her head and got tugged into place. The on
ly way for it to go was up.

  “Aw, man.” Rico chuckled, settling back to enjoy the show. “I didn’t expect you to strip.”

  “I can stop if you want.”

  He smiled, his eyes hot. “Don’t even think about it.”

  Jenna smiled back, running her hands up her body, drawing his attention from the bottom of the dress, riding high on her thighs now, to her breasts. To the nipples, already hard and poking at the clingy fabric.

  Watching her intently, Rico licked his lips, causing another hot slide of liquid to trickle down Jenna’s pussy.

  Biting back a moan, she turned her back to him. Put her hands on her ass and pulled the dress high enough to show him her bare buttocks.

  “Christ.” He sounded like he was choking.

  And a glimpse of the back of the thong riding high on her ass.

  When she turned to face him again, he was rigid. His dick was standing at attention, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were burning. He didn’t look like he dared breathe for fear that she’d stop what she was doing.

  No chance of that. Jenna wiggled the dress up another few inches, letting him see the front of the black lace thong as well, before moving her hands up to touch her breasts. Covering them with her hands this time, and squeezing, the way he’d done earlier. Giving the nipples a quick pinch while she was at it, because she enjoyed the sensation of being pinched, even when she was doing the pinching herself. Enjoyed that quick jab of almost-pain shooting straight to her pussy. Which was so wet now, the juice was practically trickling down her legs.

  She kept moving the dress up, inch by inch, until there was nothing but her breasts left to reveal. Turning her back to him again, she pulled the dress up and over her head, letting him see that she wore nothing but the thong underneath. And then she slid that down her legs as well, stepping out of it, before turning to face him, naked but for the pair of four-inch fuck-me heels on her feet.

  His gaze was hot enough to burn when he raked it over her body. Slowly, he raised his glass in salute, then tossed back the rest of the rum. “Turn around.”

  Heart pounding, Jenna spun on her heels. Stood there, waiting. Shivering with anticipation. Heard the rustle of cloth and the squeaking of the leather as he got up. Footsteps coming closer, soft on the shag rug. Then he was at her back. She could feel the heat of him, and then his body pressed against her, his front to her back. His cock nestled against her ass, almost enough to make her knees buckle.

  When his hands came around to close over her breasts, she realized he was still wearing his shirt. The crisp fabric wrapped around her, scraping against her sensitized skin. She looked down, turning hot—hotter—at the sight of his hands kneading her breasts, dark against her pale skin. Her nipples poked his palms, demanding his attention. Which he seemed only too happy to give. All of Jenna’s breath left her body on a long, shuddering moan when his fingers came up to grasp the pink tips. Rolling them between thumb and index finger, pinching lightly and then harder as she moaned her appreciation, he sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

  She let her head fall back against his shoulder, weak with desire as his hands continued their plunder. Hard fingers plucked her nipples. Pinching, tweaking, tugging. Making her pussy quiver, and her breath stutter in her chest. Making her writhe and whimper as delicious pain and pleasure mixed to create desperate need. She moved her legs apart, inviting the same attention there, and he laughed, his breath stirring the hair at her temple. But instead of moving his hands down, he continued his torture of her breasts while inserting a knee between her legs from behind. Pushing up. Pressing it against her. The hard muscles and crisp hair felt amazing against the smooth insides of her thighs.

  Jenna moaned, rubbing the entrance to her pussy against him. Showing him how wet she was, how ready for him.

  He choked back another laugh. Slid a hand down, finally, over her stomach to cup her mound. To trace her slit, and probe the entrance to her pussy, so wet and wanton. She wished he’d penetrate her, even if it was just with his finger and not the part of him she desperately wanted inside her, but he didn’t. Just slid his hand back to the front of her cleft, where he used two fingers to spread her open, so he could touch her clit.

  Jenna gasped, her back arching. Pressing her ass against his dick.

  “Christ.” His voice hoarse, he responded by grinding himself against her. Until he came to his senses. His hands flexed on her hips; whether to hold her in place or keep her safely away from him, Jenna didn’t know. She could hear the desperation in his voice, though. The absolute conviction that if he didn’t have her, he would die. Each word fell with the weight of a stone. “I have to fuck you.”

  No hesitation on her part. “I want you to.”

  “I can’t. Jillian...”

  “She won’t find out.” He didn’t answer, and Jenna repeated it, her own voice filled with desperation now. So close. She was so close! “I won’t tell her, Rico. I promise. She doesn’t have to know.”

  But...

  “I can’t.” He dropped his hands from her hips. Stepped back.

  Jenna stood for a second, her head bent, while unfulfillment spread throughout her body. Then she swung around to face him, her eyes spitting blue fire. Raked her gaze over his body. The grim set of his mouth. The hot desire in his eyes, mixed with disappointment and disgust. At himself, at what he saw as weakness. His chest, his flat stomach, the heavy weight of his dick. His hands, clenched at his sides, so he wouldn’t reach for her again.

  No.

  She wasn’t going to miss out on having him. She wouldn’t accept that.

  But there were more than one way to skin a cat.

  “Fine.” She turned on her heel. Looked around for her dress. Spied it on the floor a few feet away, where she’d tossed it after peeling it off earlier. Headed in that direction, talking to him over her shoulder. “If you want to spend the rest of your life fucking Jillian, just Jillian, and no one but Jillian, then you go right ahead.”

  She scooped the dress up and shook it out. Started working it over her head. “I don’t know how much fun that’ll be for you, though, when you said you don’t like fat women. And Jillian really is a porker now. With the baby, she probably won’t have time to exercise, either, so she’ll be fat for years. And with all-night feedings, she’ll be a bitch on wheels. So not just a porker, but a tired, bitchy porker. With lots of headaches.”

  She pulled the stretchy fabric down to cover her breasts. Rico’s eyes lingered on them. “You like these?” She cupped them, showing them to him. “Well, you won’t get to suck hers anymore. They belong to the baby now. And if you squeeze them, or pinch the nipples, like you just did to me—did I tell you how hot that was? I really get off on having my nipples pinched, and you almost had me coming just from having my breasts touched—anyway, if you do anything like that to Jillian’s nipples, milk’ll squirt out. Isn’t that a turn-on?”

  The dress was down past her waist now. “And as for getting in her pants—” She shimmied the tight fabric over her hips, “you can pretty much forget that, too. At least for the next month or so. The doctors won’t let her have sex again until she’s completely healed. Four to six weeks. Minimum.”

  She yanked the dress into place, minus the thong, which was somewhere she couldn’t see right now. “As big as you are, it could be months before you’re allowed to fuck her again. And you said yourself she doesn’t like to suck your dick. So I guess you’ll be spending lots of time in the shower, just by your little lonesome, won’t you, Rico? But hey... if Jillian’s what you want, then I guess you’ll be happy with what you can get, right?”

  She shook her hair back over her shoulders before she headed for the door. “Me, I’m outta here. It isn’t too late to go somewhere else. Plenty of guys out there who’ll be happy to have a piece of the ass you’re turning down.”

  She grabbed the doorknob and yanked. Had the door halfway open by the time he slam
med the flat of his hand against it and knocked it back into the frame. His voice was dangerous.

  “You ain’t going anywhere.”

  Yes.

  “I suppose you think you can stop me?” She pulled on the doorknob again. Tried to get the door to open, unsuccessfully.

  “I know I can stop you.” He grabbed her around the waist. Hauled her off her feet and dragged her back into the living room.

  Jenna squealed with rage, kicking her feet. Not too hard; those four-inch spiky heels could be lethal, and she didn’t actually want to hurt him. Just wanted to make it look good. “Put me down, you bastard. Get your hands off me!”

  “In a minute.” He shifted his grip to toss her over one shoulder, pinning her knees together so she couldn’t kick him anymore as he strode through the living room and down the hallway beyond. His other hand slid up the back of her thighs to slip under the short dress. And then he was touching her ass, running his finger down her cleft to the wetness pooling at the entrance to her pussy.

  Jenna renewed her thrashing. “Stop it! Put me down!”

  “Yeah, yeah.” He wasn’t even breathing hard when he carried her into the master bedroom. Where he locked the door behind them, before dumping her on the king size bed.

  Jenna landed and bounced, and scrambled around to face him. To face the potent mix of threat and desire in his eyes. “You fucking bastard! Let me go right now!”

  “Take the dress off.”

  She shook her head, on her hands and knees on the bed. “No way.”

  His eyes flashed dangerously. “Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.” He took a step forward.

  “No, you won’t.” She scurried back, out of reach. But not too far back, because she wanted him to catch her.

  He didn’t disappoint. Lunging for her, he snagged her ankle. Wrapped long fingers around it and pulled. By the time he had dragged her across the bed, the lower half of the dress was twisted around her waist. He laughed. Hissing, Jenna kicked out at him with her other foot. Came close enough to graze him, too. It was unintentional but effective, as her shoe scraped across his ribs and raised a welt. Rico cursed, grabbing her other ankle. And then he pushed her legs apart. And looked down at her pussy, wet and glistening.