Protecting Rayne

by Emily Bishop

  Shit. It’s so good.

  Suddenly, Randall stops, leaving my starved pussy to lick the chocolate around my belly button and dip his tongue into the delicate hole. Again, I laugh.

  “You are so ticklish,” Randall remarks, looking at me.

  “I guess I am,” I confess sheepishly.

  “I love it.”

  He dips his tongue there one more time, then moves lower again, settling between my thighs. My stomach tenses and I bite my lower lip in anticipation. My percolating sex just calmed down again, but the feel of his breath on my clit is enough to stoke my fire back to an inferno. I want to beg him or command him but I know that he likes to tease me. If I pretend like I don’t care either way, he might give me what I want: him.

  I fall silent, even holding my breath and closing my eyes. He grips my hips and licks my shaven mound, then tracks down toward my clit and stops again.

  I can’t help it. I let out a little roar from behind clenched teeth and squirm.

  “Shh.” He licks over every part of my pussy except the clitoris. I’m so ready for him, my button practically vibrates with energy. . He dips lower, idling in front of my legs, and I feel the tip of his tongue tease at my entrance.

  I feel slightly confused. “But Randall, there’s no chocolate… there!”

  The last word comes out as a scream as his tongue enters me hard, animalistic. My hips rise, my eyes falling shut. I claw at the mat on my sides.

  God.

  His tongue, that wicked, skillful tongue, rubs against all the right spots, presses against all the right buttons. I had no idea his tongue was so long. His fingers rapidly massage over my clitoris at the same time and my thighs shake, my hips buck. Compared to his prick, this tongue is nothing, but I’m already so worked up from all the teasing, I know I’m going to break soon.

  “Randall!”

  I’m close. I can feel it.

  His tongue moves faster, his fingers teasing the nub just above that crevice, all moving in concert to bring me to the edge...

  “Randall!”

  And push me over.

  I come hard, swept away by the pleasure as it bursts, my body shaking and shattering. It feels like a physical wave of heat breaks over me, even though it comes from beneath my skin.

  His tongue leaves me and, for a moment, I lie still, eyes closed, panting.

  That was probably the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.

  “I thought singers had more lung capacity,” Randall says.

  I open my eyes to look at him. “Well, this wasn’t singing, was it?”

  He grins. “You performed well, but the show’s not yet over.”

  Of course, it isn’t. He’s still hard, and I can see it.

  I reach for his cock, stroking it idly as I simper up at Randall, teasing him. He inhales sharply.

  I prop myself up on my elbows and pull his cock out, marveling at it. I didn’t get to see it clearly last time but now, I do.

  And it’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.

  It’s easily ten inches long and so thick, the tip a dark rosy color with a gossamer droplet of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I gather the liquid with the tip of my tongue as I wrap my fingers around him.

  “Fuck.” His fingers become entangled with my hair. “Don’t stop.”

  “Why would I?” I look at him, grinning. “This is better than chocolate.”

  He’s had his tasty treat. Now I’m enjoying mine.

  I lick the tip slowly, lapping up the salty sweet liquid. I start licking the length of him, pressing not just the tip of my tongue but as much of it as possible against his sensitive skin.

  His hips buck, gasps escaping his lips.

  I continue licking and then take him fully inside my mouth. I can’t fit all of him but what I can fit, I suck and savor as my fist pulses up and down the rest of it I gaze up at him and let him look into my eyes, let him know that I love it. I’m in love with his cock, I think.

  “Sabrina,” he rasps, suddenly pushing me off him and again, in one single move, he lifts me off the bed. He carries me to the bathroom, then sets me down before starting the shower.

  “Time to clean you up,” he says.

  But I know that’s not all he’s going to do.

  Randall steps into the shower and pulls me in. It’s so foggy and steamy in here, it’s like another world, and I crowd up against his chest beneath the spray of water.

  “Put your arms around my neck,” Randall orders.

  As I obey, he grabs my thighs and hoists me up. Then he enters me, pinning me against the cold tiles. I cry out, wrapping my legs around him.

  Oh, shit.

  He kisses me again, his hands moving to my butt, cradling each cheek as he steps back so that I’m no longer against the wall. Then he begins jerking his hips, and my moans spill out into his mouth. He’s so big, and this position is almost too much to bear.

  I don’t know how he’s doing this. I’ve never been in this position before. But it’s incredible.

  Damn, it’s incredible.

  I can feel his cock deeply, reaching and rubbing against parts of me I never knew existed. As he moves against me, my nipples rub against his chest and the heat in my body swirls.

  Are we still in the shower? I don’t know. I’m in a daze. My vision blurs and I close my eyes and focus on feeling every inch of him, squeezing him.

  Randall breaks the kiss just as hard as it began, gives a particularly hard thrust. He roars and grips my ass as he bursts inside me. I come undone a second time, raking his back with my nails before falling limp against him. I relish the way his prick pulses and squeezes every drop of him into my body. My thighs squeeze him even tighter between my legs, as if he can never leave.

  After a moment, he pulls his cock out and I set my feet down on the floor, still leaning against him as I feel his cum trickle down my thighs. If I don’t, I just know I’ll fall, too weak to stand after all the pleasure my body has experienced.

  Somehow, we manage to clean each other up and dry each other off. Then Randall carries me again in his arms and brings me to the bed, setting me down gently.

  I crawl beneath the blanket as he puts the sticky mat in the bathroom. When he returns, he joins me, wrapping those thick arms around me.

  “Are you all right?” he asks.

  I nod, no longer able to speak.

  I’m just exhausted, too exhausted, even though I wasn’t the one who did the lifting. Within moments, I slide into the oblivion of sleep, a contented smile on my face.

  Afterglow

  Randall

  What is Sabrina dreaming of?

  That question runs through my mind as I stare at her sleeping face, her eyelids fluttering and her lips curved into a smile.

  Something good, I hope. God knows she deserves every good thing, whether in dreams or in reality.

  I smile too. I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day.

  Every day?

  I didn’t mean this marriage to be permanent. I just thought I’d keep her safe until Vince had been locked up or was no longer a threat, until David was all grown up and no longer needed taking care of. By then, I thought I would have tired of her.

  But no. Now, I know I’ll never tire of her. She’s full of surprises after all. Just when I think I know her, when I’ve seen it all, she does something to surprise and captivate me.

  Just like last night. For the first time, she was bold enough to touch me, to lick me, to suck me, the memory of which still sends a shiver up my spine. True, I didn’t let her finish because I was afraid I wouldn’t last, but fuck, that was hot.

  I’ll never stop wanting her. Or protecting her.

  Even though Vince may disappear – no, I will make him disappear – I will still keep protecting Sabrina from everyone who might want to hurt her. And when she gets pregnant, if she does get pregnant, I will be there every step of the way to make sure she survives the childbirth along with the child.

  May
be then I can live in peace. Maybe then I’ll be able to forgive myself for not having been able to protect Dinah.

  Suddenly, Sabrina stirs. She slowly opens her eyes.

  I take her hand and kiss it. “Good morning.”

  She turns her head to look at me. “Good morning.”

  Even though she just woke up, she still looks perfectly beautiful.

  “Did you sleep well?” I ask her.

  “You know I did.” She rubs her eyes then looks around. “What time is it?”

  “A little past seven,” I answer.

  She yawns and stretches. “Shouldn’t you be at the gym?”

  “I’m playing basketball with Gil later. Besides, I had quite a workout last night.”

  “Really? I thought you didn’t break a sweat.”

  I grin.

  “Well, you had to work out, you know, since you got the calories from all that chocolate,” she adds.

  “Consider them burned.”

  “Yeah, I bet.” She turns on her side, propping her head up on an elbow and tracing the muscles of my chest. “Where you always this… big and strong?”

  “I was always big but I was overweight as a kid,” I tell her. “That’s why my mother and my sister kept criticizing me. Then I got into sports and I lost weight. I kept going and before I knew it, I was gaining weight but not in fat, in muscle. As I grew up, I put a lot of work into strength training. I joined the high school wrestling team. I joined the college weightlifting team. Mind you, I was offered a scholarship.”

  “But you didn’t need one.”

  “I still took it. I joined several competitions and won some. When I graduated, I continued with weightlifting and then I became a fitness trainer and then…”

  “You met Dinah?” Sabrina asks.

  She’s asked about Dinah before, but that seems so long ago.

  I nod.

  “You never told me how you met her.”

  “There’s nothing to tell. It wasn’t anything extraordinary like in the movies. Not like how I met you.”

  She chuckles. “You sent me flying, remember?”

  I crease my eyebrows. “I did?

  “Anyway, there was nothing special or romantic about it.”

  “Well, that spider kind of ruined the moment.”

  She laughs. “Yup.”

  “Anyway, I met Dinah and then she died…”

  “During childbirth, right?” Sabrina asks.

  “Right.”

  “Because of complications?”

  I don’t answer.

  Thankfully, Sabrina doesn’t push the issue. “So, she died and then…?”

  “As I took care of David, I started thinking about our futures and I decided to put up a gym. But why put up just one when I have the money to put up several? I mean, I had the money from my trust fund. So that’s what I did. I put up several. I started the company. And you know, the rest is history.”

  “Wow.” She squeezes my arm. “So you started out just being fit and then you set out to help others become fit and earned billions doing it.”

  “Pretty much.”

  “Your family should be proud of you.”

  “But they’re not. My company may be successful but it’s nothing like the real estate company that Lloyd took over from my father or the oil company Helena’s husband has.”

  “But Lloyd inherited his company and Helena… well, she doesn’t own the company. It’s her husband’s. You built your own company and established your fortune.”

  “A fitness company? They don’t really care about that. But, hey, I don’t care.” I stroke her cheek. “I don’t need them to be proud of me or to support me. I’m fine and now, I’m even better because I have you.”

  She smiles, placing her hand over mine.

  I lean forward to kiss her but just as my lips have touched hers, the door bursts open.

  “Shit,” Sabrina mutters as she pulls the blanket up to her chin.

  “Daddy! Sabrina!” David runs to our bed.

  “What are you doing here, David?” I ask him with a frown as I sit up.

  “What?” David looks disappointed. “You said I could come here anytime.”

  I did say that but…

  “That was before I married Sabrina.”

  He glances at her. “Oh.”

  “Good morning, David,” she greets him with a sheepish grin.

  “Good morning,” he mumbles.

  “David, you can still come here anytime, but you have to promise to knock, okay?” I tell him.

  “Okay. So, do I go back out and knock then come in?”

  “Sure. Why don’t you go back out, and we’ll put on some clothes—”

  “You’re not wearing anything?” David asks, his expression one of confusion and surprise.

  Oops.

  Sabrina gives me a look of disapproval.

  “We are, but we have to put on more clothes, okay?” I lie.

  “Okay.”

  David reluctantly leaves the room. As soon as he’s out, Sabrina rushes out of bed.

  “Maybe next time, you should lock the door,” she whispers before going to the walk-in closet.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, putting on my robe.

  David knocks.

  “Wait a sec,” I tell him.

  After a minute, Sabrina comes out, dressed in a shirt and shorts. As soon as she’s back under the blanket, I call out, “You can come in now, David.”

  He does.

  “What do you need, David?” Sabrina asks him, happier now. “I know I promised we’d play a video game today but isn’t it a little early for that?”

  “That’s not why I’m here,” David says. “It’s because I wanted to show you something.”

  “What?” Sabrina and I ask at the same time.

  He goes to the computer and after a few moments, he shows us a video of his and Sabrina’s performance on YouTube.

  Sabrina gasps, her eyes wide. “Someone took a video of me?”

  “A lot of people were taking videos,” I tell her.

  “And they uploaded it to the Internet,” David says. “Look.” He points to the numbers below the video. “You have so many likes and views. Do you know what that means?”

  Sabrina shakes her head, her hands clasped over her mouth.

  “That a lot of people have seen the video?” I guess.

  “That means you have a lot of fans, Sabrina!” David says excitedly. “That means you’re famous!”

  ***

  “Whoa. So Sabrina is actually a singer?” Gil asks as he dribbles the ball, the sound of the rubber against the wood resonating throughout the full-sized, indoor basketball court that is Gil’s non-virtual playground.

  “Yup.” I pull my shorts up and squat in front of him, preparing to steal. “She left home to become a singer. I didn’t tell you that?”

  “No.”

  “She’s already sang in bars before in Memphis, though it was under a different name – Savannah Brown.”

  “So, that’s why I couldn’t find anything about her. She went by a different name.”

  I try to steal the ball from him but he dribbles out of reach.

  “Some people recognized her from her video,” I continue. “They said they knew she was talented and were surprised when she disappeared. They want to hear more of her. And the people who are hearing her sing for the first time are saying the same. They all say she should be a recording artist.”

  “Wow. All that based on one video?”

  He tries to make a drive to the basket but I stop him.

  “You should hear her sing. She’ll send shivers up your spine.”

  “I’d rather have something else send shivers up my spine.”

  He makes another drive. This time, he sneaks past me but as he jumps, I swat the ball away, sending it bouncing back on the floor and then chasing after it. I run to the other side of the court, aiming for a fast break but Gil is quick to recover, already on defense.

  I dri
bble the ball. “I know you do, but she’s really good.”

  Gil shakes his head. “You sound like a sailor bewitched by a mermaid, man.”

  “That’s how I feel, and I’m sure I’m not the only one.”

  “So, what? Are you going to produce her album or something? Maybe talk to some of those singers you know? You do have some friends in the music industry, right?”

  “Yup.”

  Some of my clients back when I was a personal fitness trainer were really famous.

  “I was thinking of helping to launch her music career,” I go on. “But then the video came out and it’s viral. This morning, Sabrina got a call.”

  “From?”

  I move closer and try to shoot the ball but it’s too short, falling into Gil’s hands. He breaks away from me, running to the other end. I don’t bother chasing him, watching him as he scores an easy lay-up.

  “8-6,” Gil announces. “I’ve got the lead.”

  “That was a lucky shot,” I tease him.

  “Maybe but sometimes, in this world, luck is all you need.” He passes me the ball. “So, who called Sabrina?”

  I dribble the ball. “There were two calls, actually. The first time, no one answered. Scared her a bit. The second one was from the Today Show. They want Sabrina to sing live on TV.”

  “Already?”

  “So, it seems she doesn’t need me to launch her career.”

  I go past him, shooting over him from the corner. This time, I score.

  8-8.

  “Time out,” Gil says, heading to the bench.

  I sit beside him, drinking water.

  “Did I tell you her video has close to half a million views already?” I wipe my face with a towel.

  Gil looks at me. “No way.”

  “Yes way.” I drink more water.

  “Maybe I will watch her video,” he says.

  “You do that. Otherwise, you might get left behind.”

  He puts the cap on his water bottle. “From nanny to celebrity. Who would have thought?”

  I nod. “I know.”

  “Aren’t you worried, though? If she’s famous, doesn’t that mean Vince might come after her? I thought you married her to keep her safe from him.”

  I’ve thought of that. I’ve thought that maybe if Sabrina’s famous, Vince might want her back all the more. Still…