Mrs R (Mrs R & Mr V #1)

by Jessie Courts

  Joe chuckled and slung an arm around her dragging her close. “No sweetheart, that’s not all I took. This is what I’m taking right here.”

  Rachel braced herself as Joe dipped his head to hers, but instead of replicating his prior full on attack on her mouth; he brushed her lips with his in a gesture so sweet and gentle it made her heart squeeze in her chest. His tongue flicked out to wet her lips and coax her mouth open. Rachel sagged against his chest surrendering to his sensual caress and she moaned quietly into his mouth. He played with her this way for many long glorious minutes until a discreet cough announced the arrival of their food.

  The meal was delicious. Course after course of appetisers and entrees were delivered to their table; far too much for them to eat all of it but it was too tempting not to at least have a taste of everything. Rachel enjoyed her food even in her heightened state of arousal. Everything was extra tasty and indulgent and she relished every mouthful. She was lucky she didn’t have to diet too much to maintain her figure, and of course her visits to the gym contributed to keeping her trim. Joe found it was a lot more fun to be with someone who actually enjoyed their meal rather than flick a piece of dry lettuce around their plate while he was eating, plus watching and listening to Rachel eat was turning him on. All those little noises of appreciation and the way she licked her lips after each mouthful had his dick applauding in his jeans.

  The conversation flowed and any uneasiness was soon forgotten. They entertained one another with stories of their children and the problems that come with being the parents of adults. The discussion turned to favourites and they discovered an opposing taste in music but a shared love of many of the same films. Joe wasn’t especially cultured which surprised Rachel considering his background but he told her he found art pretentious and didn’t care at all for the theatre, opera or ballet. The more she found out about the real Joe Mason, the more she was charmed by him. Relaxed Joe was a joy compared with Arrogant Joe, Moody Joe and Menacing Joe, although Menacing Joe could actually be quite sexy as she’d found out yesterday evening in the gym. She sighed as she began to mentally replay their time in the steam room and shower.

  “Rachel. Rachel!” Her thoughts were interrupted by Flesh & Blood Joe calling her name.

  “Hmm?” She was chewing on her bottom lip absent mindedly, her head still a million miles away.

  “Stop doing that.”

  “What?”

  “That thing with your mouth – it’s making me hard.”

  “Ha!” Rachel exclaimed. “You can’t say things like that. Oh my god Joe – you have no shame!”

  “Me? You are the one with the ‘fuck me’ expression on your face.”

  “And there you are again – I thought you’d gone all adorable on me.” Rachel swatted one of his rock hard biceps.

  “You think I’m adorable?”

  Rachel rolled her eyes and tutted at him. She picked up her wine glass swirling the ruby red liquid around the goblet before taking a long swallow topped off by a leisurely lick of her lips. She knew she was teasing him but the effect of the alcohol had given her a nice buzz and she was feeling brave and predictably horny.

  “Rachel…” Joe eased her name out slowly in a low warning tone as he placed a hand on her thigh under the table causing her to jerk slightly with the contact. His hand was warm as he made circling movements up and down her leg. He leaned in close to her ear, his face in her hair as he inhaled deeply and whispered, “I really wish you were wearing a skirt right now Rachel. I’d run my hands all the way underneath it up to your panties; slip my fingers into your wet cunt and make you come right here.”

  “Knickers” she croaked.

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “British girls wear knickers not panties.”

  “What the fucking ever…” Joe growled back at her, “as long as I can get them off you sweetheart; call them what you like.”

  A flush crept up Rachel’s body filling her with tingles of heat at his crude words. She could feel her juices dampen her thong in response to his whispered promise or threat or whatever; the details were irrelevant to the way she was feeling. A pulse beat fiercely in her neck and Joe licked her there causing her clit to throb. Her breasts ached and her nipples tightened with pleasure. The man was going to make her explode; she was beginning to feel both overwhelmed and desperate at the same time.

  “Jesus, Joe. Steady on mate.” She placed her palms flat against his chest. She was struck again at the definition of his physique and hard plains of his torso.

  He leaned back into the booth and Rachel could see his obvious arousal as the crotch of his jeans strained to contain his rock hard erection. He made no move to hide it from her and Rachel was taken aback by how much this man wanted her.

  “You’ve gone from hurling insults at me in your office to seducing me with delicious food, wine and smooth moves in a very short space of time, Joe. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.”

  “Definitely coming, I hope.”

  “And then you make remarks like that and it’s getting on my fucking nerves. Are you having me on?”

  “Rachel, you talk in riddles. I’m no poet, but I say things as I see them. You see this?” he grabbed his crotch, “I’d say it speaks for itself. You’re a beautiful woman; you have a brain, and a truly impressive vocabulary, much of which I’ve never heard before. The fact that you curse like a truck driver when you’re mad or stressed is so hot, and your tits are incredible. Is that having you on, whatever the fuck that means?”

  “Fuck me, Joe!” she cursed in response to his remarks.

  “That’s the plan Rachel. Just not here.”

  “Oh god this is mad…everything I say you twist to your own advantage. What are we doing?”

  “I’m taking you home.”

  “Oh” Rachel looked and sounded distinctly disappointed and more than a little pissed off.

  Joe chuckled. “My home sweetheart. My bed, my hot tub, my shower, my fucking balcony for all I care. Just come home with me, please.”

  Rachel smiled at him, looking relieved and decidedly happier. “Get the bill, bossman. Now.”

  **********

  “Do you ever get confused driving on the left?” Rachel asked Joe watching him so at ease behind the wheel of his Bugatti.

  “Not really – it would be different if the car was a left hand drive but it all feels quite natural. The roads are very small – that’s more frustrating. And New York City is set out like a grid so you can’t really get lost. London is a bloody maze!”

  “You seem to know where you’re going though.”

  “Yeah, well. I have a good memory and the Range Rover has a G…sorry Sat Nav, so I use that a lot.”

  Rachel smiled as Joe switched from the more popular American term of GPS to the English use of Sat Nav. She vaguely recalled having mentioned it to him previously and was quite pleased he’d remembered. She felt quite relaxed in his company tonight and as he eased the Veyron into a parking space next to the Range Rover in the underground garage of his apartment block, Rachel found herself eagerly anticipating the rest of the evening.

  Pausing before getting out the car, Joe placed a hand on Rachel’s arm indicating she should also wait a minute. Clearing his throat he obviously had something to say, but to Rachel’s amusement was having a hard time getting the words out.

  “I, um, just want to make sure you’re ok with this…”

  “This?” she probed.

  “Yes, us.”

  “I’m ok Joe. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

  Joe was quiet for a moment, clearly not comfortable with the next part of the conversation.

  “It’s just; well I know you were married for a long time. Happily, from what I can gather; and we’ve been moving a little fast…I just wanted to be sure you were over Nate before we, you know…take things all the way.” Joe looked at her then, searching her face for any doubts; hoping to god she wouldn’t change her mind. There was something betwee
n them of that he was sure and it wasn’t just sex. No one was more surprised than he was to find that he was nervous at the prospect of a relationship and it made him feel vulnerable; not something Joe could ever remember feeling before. It intrigued and scared him in equal measures.

  Rachel was losing her self in the depths of Joe’s penetrating look. His grey eyes shone with hope and desire and Rachel was melting under the scrutiny but something greater was niggling at her. Joe was under the impression that he was going to be her first after Nate; she’s not sure why he thought that; perhaps because she hadn’t given him any reason to suspect she’d already been with anyone else. She knew now was the time to tell him about Luc; honesty was the best policy after all, but she didn’t know Joe well enough to predict how he would react. What she’d had with Luc was precious but she was fairly certain Joe would find it hard to understand the age difference thing and she didn’t want to be put in the position for having to justify sleeping with Luc. Rachel had her own reasons for keeping it secret from her girls, and she didn’t want to tarnish the memory of something she valued deeply.

  On the other hand, she knew Joe well enough to suspect that if he found out she’d lied to him, he wouldn’t take it at all well. Yet she wasn’t really lying; just omitting information that was actually none of his business. Rachel would tell him in her own time when she thought it was relevant or appropriate, meanwhile she was keen to put his mind at rest.

  “I said I was ok with it Joe, now please can we go inside.” She leaned over and brushed her lips over his leaving him in no doubt of what she wanted. Tugging his lower lip with her teeth she felt his lips curl under hers in to a big grin. “Come on smug boy – lead me to the Lion’s Den!”

  Joe laughed and gracefully raised himself out from the low seat of his Veyron whilst Rachel was struggling somewhat in her heels and tight jeans. Huffing, she allowed Joe to help her out giving him free rein to grab her arse in the process. Smacking his hands away she rummaged around in her bag for her iPhone. “Just need to call the girls and let them know where I am.”

  “You may want to warn them not to expect you home.”

  “Oh, like that’s not awkward! This is so not a conversation I ever thought I’d be having.”

  “Do it now Rachel, or I’ll call them myself.” Joe was getting impatient and growly. Rachel was quite excited by Growly Joe, but she wasn’t getting any signal in the basement parking area. Once they’d reached his home she excused her self to the guest loo by the front door and called home.

  “Mum!” Jess picked up on the first ring.

  “Hi Jess. Is Lucy there too?”

  “Yup – just putting you on speaker phone. Why are you whispering?”

  “I’m at Joe’s”

  “Oh my god!” they both cried in unison.

  “Listen, I know this is a bit awkward but…”

  “You’re not coming home.” Lucy finished Rachel’s sentence for her.

  “Er, no; maybe not until tomorrow. I’m not sure yet. Oh god, I’m cringing having this conversation with you, but I didn’t want you to worry.”

  “Mummy, are you sure this is what you want?” Lucy asked quietly. Rachel’s heart swelled with love for her children. The fact that they were concerned for her feelings rather than upset that she was going to be with someone who was not their Dad was such a gracious gesture, Rachel felt immediately guilty about Luc all over again. But Joe was different; he could potentially be relationship material and she wanted to be very clear from the off so the girls understood.

  “I am.” Rachel stated with no need for elaboration at this point. She had to sound certain in order for her girls not to worry.

  Jess continued. “Well, no one wants to think about their mother having sex. But; oh; my; god Mum, if you’re going to do it I can’t think of anyone more fuckable than Joe!”

  “Jess!” Rachel hissed and turned beetroot red. She could hear Lucy smacking her sister followed by peals of laughter.

  “Have a fabulous night Mother dear and please, please spare us the details Euww!” Lucy teased. Rachel smiled shaking her head as they rung off. Despite Lucy’s warning, she knew they’d question her relentlessly for all but the most intimate information.

  Walking down the hallway of Joe’s home, Rachel reached the open living room. Joe was standing with his back to her looking out the wall length window over Regent’s Park. He had removed his jacket and gotten himself a drink while she had been gone. Rachel was transfixed by the play of the muscles in his back as he twirled the amber liquid of his drink. The clink of the ice against the sides of the crystal glass tumbler in his left hand sounded inviting.

  “Got a drink for me Joe?” she enquired her tones soft in the quiet of the night. The room was dimly from a table lamp and the street lights outside creating a sultry atmosphere. Joe held out his hand to her and she joined him by the window. He held his glass to her lips and she sipped at his drink. It was a strangely intimate and sexy gesture enhanced by the taste of the honey coloured alcohol.

  “Hmm, what is that?”

  “Jack Daniels. Bourbon.”

  Rachel licked her lips as Joe placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She stood like that her back to his front sharing his drink. It was relaxing and Rachel appreciated Joe’s attempt to make her feel comfortable in his home and not pressured at all.

  “I like your flat.”

  “Flat what?”

  Rachel giggled. “Are you being serious?”

  A low rumble from Joe’s chest vibrated deliciously against her back.

  “If you mean my apartment, then thank you.”

  “Why did you choose Regent’s Park; it’s not the first location I’d have thought of. Kensington; Richmond; even nearer the City?”

  “I like it here. It’s really central and they close the park at midnight so it’s quiet at night. I can sometimes hear the animals in the zoo over the road.”

  “And your Embassy is just around the bend up there.”

  “Yeah – although I haven’t been invited over yet!”

  Now Rachel really was unsure if he was being serious or not?

  “The ambassador is a family friend as it so happens – my father represented him many years ago and they remained close.” Rachel was impressed. Joe tightened his hold on her and she felt his head dip to kiss the side of her neck. She sighed as he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin there and his hand opened to splay warmly against her stomach. Rachel pushed back into him appreciating the feel of his rigid length against her bottom.

  “That feels so nice.”

  “Again with the nice. Nice wasn’t really what I was going for Rachel.” Joe muttered still into the crook of her neck.

  “Then you’ll have to try harder mate.”

  Knowing Joe was never one to back down from a challenge, Rachel risked taunting him a little bit. He dropped his hand and took a step back leaving her slightly unbalanced on her heels. The affect of the alcohol relaxed her but a subtle tension had crept into the room as Joe still hadn’t responded to her remark. Turning towards him, Rachel detected a shift in his mood. His grey eyes were dark and predatory and his body language suggested she was going to very much regret describing anything to do with Joe as ‘nice.” Despite the threat rolling off him, Rachel’s breathing sped up and her thong dampened as her lower half throbbed with desire. A flush crept up from her toes and she braced herself for Menacing Joe.

  **********

  “Nice? What kind of bullshit comment was that?” Joe yelled. She was completely exasperating – wanting to go slow with Rachel was proving challenging to say the least when all he really wanted to do was slam her up against a wall and ram into her until she screamed his name coming around his fucking cock. “Nice; god damn it. I Am. Not. Nice” and he was about to prove it.

  Reaching out he fisted the front of her blouse and yanked her forward into his chest. He heard a loud ‘oof’ escape her lips but feeling her hands grip his shoulders only confirm
ed to him that she was willing to take whatever he had in mind. He slammed his mouth on to hers and thrust his tongue deep; she tasted delectably of bourbon and something else uniquely Rachel and his dick swelled with every sweep of his tongue. He pulled back slightly tugging her bottom lip between his teeth and she dug her nails into his shoulders protesting the halt of his kiss.

  “Much nicer Joe” Rachel jibed grinding her hips into his crotch. Joe growled and laced his fingers through hers practically dragging them across the room to one of the two low square tan leather couches. They complemented the oak wood floor and natural coloured décor creating a neat and comfortable space. So far the only personal touches were photos of his kids and family scattered over much of a huge oak wood coffee table and fire mantelpiece. Rachel made all these observations in the few short seconds it took for Joe to have her flat on her back on one of the couches towering over her. He slowly undid his shirt revealing his magnificent upper body that never failed to turn Rachel’s insides to mush. She lifted her hand to run it over his abs but he batted it away before she could connect with his skin, the movement made all the muscles in his torso ripple and Rachel sighed with pure joy.