Playing the Game. (Business and Pleasures)

by Lovecraft, Valentina

  Starting slow; he pushed up her pelvis. Rin felt the little sharp pains of her skin stretching to accommodate the girth of his thick erection, as inch after inch slid inside her.

  When he reached full depth and their pelvises met, he lifted her upright. Their torsos tangled together, he was on his knees, her legs straddling his thighs. He tugged her down hard.and fast this time, making her gasp He kissed her roughly, wrapping her in his embrace and pulled her upwards. Rin ground back down again, gripping his shoulders tightly. She felt the hard muscles in his body flexing as he pivoted his full length into her, her fingers exploring his perfect form while he screwed her, taking pleasure from his every aspect.

  They writhed together, Jensen restricting her movements and simultaneously kissing and nibbling her neck. Rin felt dominated by his control, riding up and down on his cock; it felt as though he had filled her up entirely.

  Jensen held her tighter and sped up the pace, slamming into her again and again; she felt herself turning to jelly as the beginnings of her orgasm took over.

  The tingling began in her toes and fingers and worked their way towards her centre. What started as a pleasant pressure, built up into a heat and engulfed her from the abdomen outwards. She heard herself cry out as she lost control.

  Jensen continued to pump her until his rhythm became uneven, she pressed against him with the failing energy she had left.

  “Aaaah, Riiiiiiiinnn uhhh!” He thrust deeply a few more times, and slowed, leaning his head against her shoulder and loosening his grip on her thighs. She could feel him pulsing inside her.

  Still holding each other their breathing slowed, Rin could feel the tender spots throbbing where his fingers had dug into her butt. She lay her head against his for a moment, and silently congratulated herself on not messing up his hair.

  When the tingles had worn off entirely, she lifted herself off of him and lay back on the bed.

  “Phew!” She huffed, fighting the lethargy that followed a good orgasm.

  Jensen was still on his knees, breathing heavily. He gave her a lopsided smile.

  “Where is the bathroom?” he asked, turning and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

  “En suite through there.” She pointed and turned to her bedside table to grab the hand wipes she kept there.

  After freshening up and touching in her makeup Rin was ready to go again. That, was pussy meltingly awesome! She thought. He is an excellent lay; It's a shame that I can’t make this a regular thing; I am really starting to like Jensen.

  Jensen returned to the room looking as smooth and unflustered as he had pre sex.

  “So do you have enough energy left to dance my Lady?” he asked looking smug.

  “You better believe it, do you think if you tire me out I won’t want to dance?” she replied cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms.

  “Oh I’m not trying to tire you out, I'm putting you through your paces. The night is young, and I have plenty more designs on you yet,” he said firmly, leaning against the door frame and filling it with his broad upper body.

  Rin gazed back at him trying to stop herself smiling. This was a new game; he was going to be the boss now huh? Rin had to admit it; she liked him making the rules. She had never been dominated by a man before, but it was pretty hot.

  “Well ok Mr. Altman sir, what would you have me do?” She challenged.

  “I will have you do much! But first there is champagne to be drunk, then I may consider having to ‘do’ you on your kitchen table,” he replied with a serious tone and arched an eyebrow back at her.

  She couldn’t hide her smile this time.

  Chapter 6

  So far, they had stopped in a slick west end eatery and been to three bars in Soho. They had nearly gotten into a fight with a terrifyingly large drag queen over a matching handbag misunderstanding, and they had just left half a fish bowl in an edgy cocktail bar to get a taxi to the club Sapphire near Covent garden.

  “Hell, I’m glad we left that last place,” Rin said looking out of the black cab’s window. Jensen laughed.

  “Why is that? Weren’t you enjoying your free drink?” he asked whilst checking the time, it was 11:46 PM. Rin shot him a sarcastic look.

  “When he offered a drink on the house I assumed I’d be able to pick my own! Honestly, do I look like I would order a fishbowl? I’m a refined lady!” she said and stuck her nose in the air, then cracked up.

  The taxi arrived at the club and they exited; Rin gazed up at the impressive lighting then looked over at Jensen.

  “Are you ok?” he asked taking his hand from his pocket to hold hers; she accepted it and stood closer to him.

  “I’m suddenly feeling nervous…” she replied looking at the long queue. He smiled reassuringly down at her and began to walk to the door, guiding her past the queue.

  “Don’t worry about a thing, you’re going to love this place,” he said calmly, as they swept by the waiting crowd and straight past the doormen with only a nod for entry.

  “Lovely to see you again Mr. Altman! Please would you and your… guest, both follow me?” said a glamorous woman in a tiny gold dress.

  Rin looked up at Jensen quizzically; he flashed her a smile and draped an arm around her shoulders. They followed the golden girl past a velvet rope guarded by an unfathomably large, bald man, to a private booth with a bottle chilling in an ice bucket. They slipped into the seat, and the girl poured them a glass each from the bottle.

  “Can I get you anything Mr. Altman?” she asked leaning forward as if to present her cleavage to him. She never once looked at Rin, who appeared unimpressed.

  “No I’m fine thank you, would YOU like anything beautiful?” he asked Rin. Who glanced at him then leaned forward placing her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together.

  “Why yes, actually,” she said in the same voice she had used on him at the wake last week. He leaned back, enjoying the fire building in her. The girl looked at Rin with an expression of distaste.

  “First of all, I would like the decency of being addressed, at the very least acknowledged, by staff.” She bit out.

  “I would also like a glass of water and to see a cocktail menu. If that sounds like too much to contend with then by all means, feel free to send someone with less attitude and more capability,” she continued.

  “Thank you that will be all.” Rin sat back and waited for Goldie to make her move. Visibly chastened the girl hurried away without a backward glance. Rin watched her leave with an air of superiority and turned to face Jensen. He eyed Rin appreciatively and felt the zing of arousal pull at his core; it made his jeans uncomfortable. Glad for the cover of the table he adjusted a little.

  She looked exotic tonight. Her fiery hair was bigger than she normally styled it, bouncing and shining in large curls. Her choice of dress was almost scandalous, and the colour complimented her crystalline eyes. He had stopped himself from ravishing her over and over this evening but this last hour it had been harder to control.

  Jensen sipped his drink and moved around the table to be closer to Rin, slipping a hand around her back.

  “So is this your usual table?” she asked, He sensed the fight still roiling behind her calm façade.

  “Pretty much,” he said leaning down to kiss her exposed shoulder. She licked her top lip and looked away from him.

  “It’s quite secluded for such a large club,” she continued,

  “Do you often bring your women here to impress them?” She turned back to him.

  Jensen noticed the flash in her eyes and sensed he was entering dangerous territory, but he couldn’t help himself.

  “Yes. Sometimes. I meet women here too; the celebrity type can be surprisingly insecure,” he replied looking directly at her and facing her challenge.

  “Oh yeah?” Her eyes darkened, she was testing him.

  “Yeah, you just flatter their egos a little, and they are all over you,” he replied directly without an ounce of smugness.

 
; “Of course, that is why you only party with the ‘IT’ crowd, you don’t start a relationship in one. It’s self-destructive.” He sipped his drink and waited to for her to continue her questioning. He knew she was trying to get a rise out of him-other than the one in his pants, but he liked that she was asking about his private life; it showed a continuing interest in him, perhaps if he was careful with his answers he could be honest about the army of women in his past and not put her off. Thanks to the hounding media it was common knowledge that he had spent the last eight years enjoying the variety of females in the world, but he never spent more than a couple of weeks with just the one.

  “Well I can’t comment on that, I don’t have time for relationships, celebrity or otherwise,” she said as she took her glass from the table.

  Another woman, this time in a tiny silver dress, arrived at the table brandishing the cocktail menu and a bottle of spring water. Chirpier than the last girl, she handed them both menus and placed the bottle on the table.

  “I’ll give you two a minute to make your selection!” she sang out and left for the next table. Jensen eyed the menu quickly.

  “Ah that’s the one for you, ‘the firecracker’!” He laughed. She glanced up at him trying to hide a smile.

  “Well this must be yours, the ‘Smooth criminal’.” She smiled, the undercurrent from her previous questions ebbing away.

  “Oh that does sound tasty!” he replied not really referring to the drink, and watching her face. She read the contents from the menu in her hand. She was oblivious to his attention until he rubbed his free hand over her thigh. She squirmed a little and took a great interest in the menu. He bent his head to her neck, the sweet fragrance teased at him, enticing him in.

  He brushed his lips against her soft skin, placing small kisses and testing to see how much she would allow. The hand he had looped around her waist, smoothed up her slender back, losing his fingers in her deep red hair.

  Jensen’s kisses pressed harder at her neck, working his way up to her ear lobe where he stopped to nibble. Rin sucked in a breath and tilted her head a little to allow access.

  Her acceptance triggered the sudden rush of need that blossomed from his centre; the hand on her thigh stealthed under the hem of her dress and discovered the curve of her firm ass. He felt Rin’s hand delicately touch his leg.

  “Mmmm, you smell delicious. I wish I could taste you,” he whispered between nibbling and kissing. Her hand crept towards his inner thigh. He hooked his thumb under the fabric of her panties and drew it back to the junction of her legs.

  “I want to taste you here,” he said pressing his thumb through the pooling damp of her hidden lips.

  “Jensen!” Rin whispered at his scandalous words. She turned to him eyes wide with shock and delight, he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. She returned his kiss hungrily and brought her hand to the bulge of his crotch, cupping him and teasing him through the thick fabric. Overwhelmed with the need to bury himself between her thighs, he lifted her easily into his lap. He felt the hardness of her pert nipples through the thin layers of her dress.

  A cough brought them out of their preoccupation with each other.

  “Sorry, I came to take your order,” said the girl who had brought the menus.

  “I’m fine with the champagne thank you, but could you tell me where the lady's room is please?” Rin asked.

  “Certainly, they are just through that door.” She pointed and left the table.

  Rin hopped off Jensen’s lap and scooted out of the booth. She turned back to Jensen wide eyed.

  “Are you coming?” she asked, like butter wouldn’t melt. He stared dumbly at her for a beat before realising what she was planning.

  “I plan too,” he replied and was out of the booth in a shot.

  Chapter 7

  He led her giggling into the hall past the doors marked as the toilets, beyond a sign for staff only, into an unmarked room. Feeling about in the darkness for the switch, Rin pushed past him. He found it and flicking it on, revealing a long room filled with stacks of chairs, boxes, some open-half full of glasses or bottles, tables, a few white appliances and at the far end what appeared to be large piles of cloth.

  “Have you been in here before?” Rin asked skeptically, eyeing the heap of material and shooting him a look. He looked at the light switch and chuckled.

  “A dimmer in the storage room? that’s decadence.” He dialled it down until the room was barely lit and checked the door was closed.

  “I’ve not been in here before, I’ve seen the staff organizing events, using this place to keep extra tables,” he said absently and wondered to the end of the room. Rin followed, peeking into a box as she stepped carefully around the splayed contents of another.

  “Do you think anyone will come in here?” she asked.

  “Doubtful…” he replied unsure how likely that was.

  At the end of the room she perched on the top of an industrial washing machine and beckoned to Jensen, who closed the space between them in one step. She grabbed a handful of his T-shirt and yanked him down towards her.

  “Then I guess we had better be quick,” she purred. The kiss started slow, taking his face in her hands, lips soft and tender, but Jensen was hungry for her passion. He licked along the seam of her mouth, changing the angle of their faces and forcing her mouth open. He could tell from her breathing she was ready for more. Their tongues moved against each other's, the kiss became a voracious battle. Rin’s nails dug at his back through his T-shirt, moans of desire escaped from both. Jensen felt her fingers against the waist band of his jeans. She was quick to unbuckle his belt, but he stayed her hand before she could unzip.

  “Why?” she demanded stopping for a second before re-opening her mouth to the wrestle of their tongues. His cock was rock hard against the zipper, but he knew he wouldn’t last if he let her touch him too soon.

  “Ladies first of course,” he said smoothly pulling away from her embrace.

  He ran his hands under her dress, holding the fabric up; he placed a kiss above her belly button. She leaned back on her hands and he bent over her to place a kiss on that perfect pout, whilst pulling her panties down.

  “Before you touch me, I have to taste you.” He stood back and appreciated her beautiful pale figure. He smoothed his hand over her mound; she was shaven and soft to the touch the way he preferred. She watched him through her heavy lashes enjoying the game of restraint. Jensen could have happily delved inside her there and then. He slid a finger over the moist slit keeping his eyes on hers; she was breathing deeply. He teased her by pressing at her opening but not entering, instead bringing it back and gliding over the bud of her clit. Her moan was subtle, but she kept her eyes on him.

  “Mmm your so wet Rin.” He grinned. She couldn’t pretend that hadn’t affected her as she answered him with another moan and a blush that heated her entire body. He wasn’t usually one for sex talk, but Rin had a hold over him that was new even after all his previous experience. She certainly brought out his A-game. His fingers explored her damp pink folds as he eyed the height of the machine she sat upon, yes the height would work fine. He sank to his knees in front of her and buried a finger into her. She rewarded him with a sharp intake of breath and splayed her legs a little; her flesh swollen from their earlier copulation. He manipulated her with a thumb on her clit until she threw her head back, he carefully inserted a second finger and held her still, gripping her hip and butt with his large hand. He quickened his fingers until she began to moan and arch her back, she clamped down on his fingers and brought a hand to her face stifling her groan, surprising him with the shudders of a sudden orgasm. He stroked her thigh and moved his fingers gently within her until the pulsing slowed.

  “Fuck” she murmured, her eyes still closed, lost in her private ecstasy.

  “Are you ready for more?” Jensen asked pulling her closer to the edge of the machine. He licked at the slippery divide, before she had a chance to answer making her arch
away from the surface. He dug his fingers into the firm flesh of her butt and suckled at the taut nub nestled in her wet pink lips, tasting her peachy flavour.

  “Oh Christ Jensen what are you doing to me?” she cried anchoring herself to the edge of the machine, her knuckles white with tension.

  “Oh I’ve got plenty to do to you yet!” he replied from between her thighs, allowing her a moment from the onslaught of his tongue; she looked as though she couldn’t hold off for much longer.

  Jensen lapped at her clitoris and slipped a thumb inside her, sending her over the edge again. His jeans threatened to burst open under the strain of his hard on, Rin’s second orgasm wrecking through her aroused him further until he could barely stand it.

  He stood and unzipped, unleashing the pulsing beast and slipped his jeans down low enough to expose his sack, a little swollen and soar from the earlier pounding. He longed to rip the dress from her and expose her loose breasts, but there was still the risk someone would find them; it was better to retain as much clothing as inserting his cock into her would allow.

  “Rin, I’m going to fuck you now; I'll fuck you until you can’t take it, then I’ll keep fucking you.”

  His swearing brought Rin's attention and she sat up still dazed, but visibly rebooted when she saw his rock-hard cock towering proudly in front of her. She licked her lips first then bit at her bottom lip and straightened, hungry for more.

  She brought her hand to the tip and stroked a finger the entire length making it jump. She cupped his balls, stroking her thumb gently over them and leaned over to lick the sensitive peak.

  “Uuuhhhh.” She could make him come in no time if she put her mouth on him.

  She sucked the head between her lips and flitted her tongue against the tip.

  “Ohhh, if you do any more to me, I won’t last long enough,” he whispered hoarsely, but she was reluctant to stop, taking more of his length into her mouth.

  Bringing his hand to her head, he felt her tongue against the underside of the shaft as he reached the back of her throat. One of her hands still toyed carefully with his balls, the other gripped the base. She closed her lips around him, sucking gently and so slowly to the head and back down. Her touch was magical. Jensen couldn’t bring himself to stop the bliss, but he was determined to claim her again.