I try to remind myself that this might not last. I mean, this is Ruben, player extraordinaire - why should he stick around for me when no others have kept his attention for very long? Why should I think I’m different? A little voice in my head whispers that it’s because he is different, he treats me differently, but I shoo her off, trying not to get any hopes up.
I think about what his clothing choice for me might be while I moisturise and put on a little - and I mean a little - make up. If I’m going out to lunch with the Sex God, then I should put in a little effort. In my head, I have an image of a very skinny pair of jeans and a low-cut top of some description. He has said over and over how much he loves my tits and arse, so I can only imagine that he would choose something that would show off both. The thought of wearing something like that in the house, let alone out in public, brings me out in a small sweat. Good job there is nothing like that in my wardrobe.
I breathe a small sigh of relief when I go into my bedroom and see the maxi dress I bought with Molly earlier in the summer laid out on the bed. Ruben is just buttoning up a dark pair of jeans, but he instantly looks up when I enter, and I watch as his eyes eat up every inch of my towel clad body.
“Why this dress?”
“Because you looked seriously hot in it. Your tits were out of this world. I could barely contain myself that night.”
I think back to the night in question and instantly recall his weird behaviour.
I walk over to grab some underwear and the cami top I got to go underneath the dress to cover me up slightly. Ruben comes over the inspect my choices.
“You know, you have the most incredible collection of lingerie. I’m expecting to see each and every set on your sexy body at some point in the coming weeks and months, and I intend to also see every set on the floor. If you could add some suspenders at some point, I would die one very happy man,” he whispers in my ear, sending goose bumps and tingles shooting around my body.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I reply, trying to sound confident about doing just that.
I hover around in the hope that he’ll leave me to get dressed, but to my horror, when he’s done he just sits on the end of the bed, looking at me. “Well, what are you waiting for? We’re going for lunch, not dinner.”
“I…uh…”
“If you’re waiting for me to leave so you can get dressed then you’ve got another think coming. Come on,” he says, gesturing to the pile of clothes on the bed.
I huff out a breath and mutter a ‘fine’ under my breath before dropping the towel. I don’t know what I was worried about, though, because the look that appears on his face before the towel even hits the floor is worth it. His eyes are flicking around my body at the rate of knots, like he doesn’t know what to look at first. His hungry eyes watch my every movement as I slide my knickers up my legs then clasp my bra into place. He scares the shit out of me, though, when he grabs the cami top as I go to put it over my head.
“What are you doing?”
“You are not wearing that. No covering up.”
“But the dress is really low and I feel like I’m hanging out.”
“Good, even better for me then, seeing as I’ll be sat opposite you, enjoying the view.”
“But…”
“No buts,” he says, balling up the small piece of fabric and throwing it across the room.
After a bit of grumbling, I pull the dress on and try my best to pull the fabric about to cover the girls, but it doesn’t have much of an effect. Ruben’s eyes, however, barely leave my chest while I finish getting ready. I get the feeling he’s enjoying this way too much.
It’s another hour before we get out of the house and into Ruben’s giant truck that he must have picked up this morning. It’s a black Mitsubishi Warrior with ‘Foster and Son’ written in white down the side. It suits him; it’s strong and powerful just like he is.
He made me open my birthday presents from yesterday and ring my parents before we went out. I got a couple of bottles of perfume, along with some clothes vouchers and new earrings from my mum and dad. Lilly and Dec went with the standard Amazon gift card; they’ve learnt that they can never go wrong with one of those. Molly seriously surprised me, though, by booking tickets to a book signing for next weekend that we were talking about possibly going to back last year when the line-up started to get announced. But then with her accident and pregnancy, it got put on the back burner.
Not only had she booked us tickets, but also a hotel. Only problem is that she can’t go, what with Lois only being a few weeks old. She suggested in her card to see if Connie could come with me. I just hope she can find someone to cover her at the coffee shop at late notice, because now I’ve got the tickets in my hand, there is no way that I’m not going. I can already feel my inner fan girl breaking free, just looking at the tickets.
Ruben makes a fuss of me getting into his truck. I tell him it’s not my first time, but he is still insistent on helping me up. I think it has more to do with him being able to put his hands on my arse than anything else.
He took us to a pub a couple of villages over. It was a really cute old village pub with low ceilings and huge fireplaces. I bet it’s so cosy in the winter with roaring fires warming the place up.
After a gorgeous meal and two fairly large glasses of wine, I’m feeling pretty good about myself. I almost forget that I’m flashing everyone a good portion of my boobs, but every time I catch Ruben’s eyes dropping to them, I remember, and I feel myself flush red. That said, though, when we first arrived and walked up to the bar to get a table, the young barman had a hard job looking anywhere else. Well, that was until Ruben pulled me into his side and kissed me like we were on a movie set. The barman actually had to clear his throat to get our attention. Weirdly, he didn’t even look at me after that - the message was obviously heard loud and clear. The seriously dirty look that Ruben gave him didn’t go amiss, either. The thought of him being jealous made butterflies erupt in my stomach. His actions really cemented the words he’d been saying about me being his.
“Where are we going?” I ask as Ruben pulls off the main road and down a little track.
“Just making a pit stop,” he says as he turns into a field, pulls up in the corner and cuts the engine.
I’m just about to ask what the hell he’s doing when he reaches out, grabs my wrist and tugs me over to where he’s sat. His hand goes to my waist and he moves me until I’m hovering millimetres from his lips.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. Look what you do to me,” he growls out as he grabs my hand and puts it to where his erection is straining against his jeans. “I’ve been hard for you for hours and I can’t wait any longer.”
His fingers snake into my hair and he pulls my head forward gently until our lips touch. It starts out gentle, but as soon as our tongues touch, it changes. It’s like he’s trying to get even closer. Our tongues duel, our teeth clash, as we pour all our hunger for each other into the kiss. He pulls me so that I am straddling his lap and I can’t help but grind down on him. The noises that come from him make liquid pool between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he grates out as he peppers kisses down my neck until he is nipping the tops of my breasts. “And these, fuck me, these are fucking awesome,” he says as he lifts his hands from my arse to slip the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulders. He pulls the cups of my bra down so that I’m fully exposed to him. The gold in his eyes catches the sunlight pouring through the window, making him look almost predatory as he stares at my naked breasts. He lifts his hand and grabs one before pinching the nipple, then leans forward and takes the other in his mouth. Lightening bolts head straight to my core, and I continue to grind against his hard cock.
“Ruben,” I groan, joining the sounds of our pants in the car.
“You’re fucking perfect. I fucking love your tits,” he says between kisses and sucks that are driving me insane.
“More, Ru, I need more,”
“Fuck
, me too.”
And then I’m moving and I feel the breeze flow over my wet nipples, making them harden even more.
“Ruben, what are you doing?” I ask in panic when I open my eyes and realise I am now topless, clinging on to Ruben in an open field where anyone could walk or drive past. I sit up in his arms and crush my chest to his to try to hide my nakedness.
“I won’t let anyone see those perfect tits, Em, don’t worry. They’re mine.”
I shove my face in his neck to try to hide my mortification, but before I know it, I’m flying backwards and hitting something soft. I open my eyes and find that I’m laid on my back in the back of his truck.
The next thing I know, the door is shutting behind him and an almost naked Ruben is falling on top of me. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he settles himself between my legs. He doesn’t waste a second, because as soon as he’s down, he’s lifting my dress up around my waist, pulling my knickers down my legs and throwing them in the footwell where I see his t-shirt and jeans already are.
“If this hurts at all, promise you’ll tell me and I’ll stop,” he says after getting me ready with his fingers for a few minutes.
I nod at him, unable to say anything as I watch him pull his boxer briefs down enough to reveal his cock. I watch in awe as he rolls a condom on, then shifts forward slightly and lines himself up with my entrance. He looks up at me before very slowly pushing into me. It stings at first, but he goes so slow that it subsides quickly. I break eye contact with him so that I can watch where we are connected to see him disappearing inside me. I feel my muscles clench and the sight makes my whole body shudder.
“Fuck, babe. You okay?” he grates out like he’s in pain.
I nod again, keeping my focus on where we are connected in the most intimate way.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, before he starts moving in and out of me slowly.
He leans down over me and forces me to lie back before taking my lips with his. His tongue starts mimicking what he is doing elsewhere to my body.
It’s not long before I start to feel the tension building in my lower body. Ruben must be able to feel it, because he sits up straight and the change in angle makes sure he hits a spot inside me that almost makes my eyes cross over with pleasure.
“Oh God, yeah, there. Shit,” I mutter – well, I think I say it quietly, but I really have no idea.
I feel Ruben’s hands slide under my arse and he lifts me slightly while continuing his punishing rhythm with his hips. The truck must be rocking a goodun, there’d be no mistaking what is going on in here to passers-by.
“Ohhhh, Ruben, yes, yes.” He lifts a little higher and I tilt my hips. One more stroke of his skilled dick sends me over the edge. White light flashes behind my eyes and it’s like my body has a life of its own. I’m vaguely aware of me shouting his name out, but again, I have no idea of the volume. I’m just coming back to earth when I hear him growl out as his own release hits him, and I feel him twitching viciously inside of me. He drops down onto my chest and our sweaty skin instantly sticks together. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breaths.
A thought suddenly hits me and it’s out of my mouth before I have time to think. “Should I be worried that you keep condoms in your truck?”
He sits up and lifts an eyebrow as he looks back at me. “I’ve never fucked anyone in here before. It was just here for emergencies.”
He drops his lips to mine and it pushes thoughts of how this truck is pretty new out of my mind. I really don’t need to be thinking of his past conquests, especially when I can feel him getting hard again inside of me.
He pulls back and out of me after a few minutes and I feel a weird sense of loss.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m brilliant,” I respond with a wide smile. How could I not be all right after that?
“You just had this weird look on your face.”
“I just sorta…missed you.” A smile splits his face at my comment.
“I’m not going anywhere, babe, don’t you worry.”
He reaches down to grab his clothes before opening the door and hopping out. I feel a whoosh of summer breeze lick over my exposed, overheated skin, and I welcome the fresh air. The truck smells like sex and sweat. Not the horrible kind, though - the hot and sexy Ruben kind.
“Can I have my knickers, please?”
“No.”
I decide it’s probably going to be easier not to argue with him, so I right my dress before sliding my way out of the truck. Embarrassment instantly floods my entire body when I see two women about our parents’ age looking over at Ruben as he pulls his white t-shirt on.
“No doubt I’d be screaming too, love, if I was in the back of a car with him,” one of the women shouts out to me before linking arms with her mate and disappearing into the next field with two dogs in tow.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips and the minute I look at the shocked look on Ruben’s face, I can’t help but burst into laughter. I think I finally understand what Molly has been going on about - a good man really can make you feel great.
Ruben
“I’ll be two minutes,” I say, jumping out of my truck and jogging towards the shop. Today has been the best day of my life by far, and I intend of having many, many more like this with Emma. She’s incredible. She’s so kind, loyal, funny and so fucking sexy. I never thought she would have been so innocent, but in just a few hours, I feel like I’ve brought out who she really is. Gone is that timid, shy little mouse I first met, and in her place is a passionate goddess, just as I was hoping for. She’s like putty in my hands, and one touch from me turns her on to the same astronomical level that she does me. Just being near her makes me hard. I should not be walking around in public sporting a massive hard on, but I can’t help it. She’s like a fucking drug that I need more than my next meal. Hell, more than my next breath.
I head straight to a section I’m fairly familiar with before paying and heading out to the car with a smile on my face at how embarrassed the young girl behind the desk looked scanning my items through the till.
I pass the bag over to Emma and jump back behind the wheel.
“What’s this?” she says, looking in the bag at the two biggest boxes of condoms I could buy. “Ruben!” she squeals, and looks a little like the girl behind the till.
“What? That was the last one I had, and I’m presuming you aren’t on anything, so we’re gonna need them. All of them,” I say with a wink in her direction as I start to reverse out of the space. “I plan on filling you with my kid one day, but maybe not just quite yet,” I say, completely seriously. I look over to her shocked face as I pull out on to the roundabout and can’t help but smile. I’m completely serious; I’ve got ahold of her now. If she even thinks for one second that I’m going to let her go, then she has another think coming. Never in my life have I thought about marriage and kids being on the cards for me, but that all changed from the moment I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes in the photo Connie sent me months ago.
She’s mine, and I am not letting her go for anything.
“Whose car is that?” Emma asks as we pull up to my place, ready for dinner with Connie and Fin.
“Grrr, not fucking again,” I growl as I jump from the car as soon as it’s parked. I storm into the house, ready to rip his fucking head off. I should have done it properly last time to stop him coming back after her.
I’m abruptly stopped in my tracks when Fin blocks my path to Connie’s bedroom.
“Get out of my fucking way,” I growl at him.
“It’s not what it looks like. I’ve already had words, but he came because he couldn’t find something that he needs for a date tonight or something. Trust me, I would not just be sat here if something was going on.”
“Bullshit. Connie, get the fuck out here now,” I shout as I shove Fin out of the way and storm towards her room.
When I get there, she is handing him a box. “I’m pretty sure I haven
’t got anything else of yours,” she says calmly, even though she knows I’m there.
“Thanks, Con,” Elliot says, placing the box in the bag he is holding. “She’d kill me if I didn’t turn up to this place dressed properly.”
“No, problem. Ignore him on the way out!” she says sarcastically, and he turns to leave.
“Ruben,” he says, as he stands tall in front of me, waiting for me to move.
“This better be the last fucking time I find you in my house.”
“See you later, Con,” are his parting words as he barges past me and out of the house.
I feel Emma place her hand on my shoulder, and it instantly calms me down. I take a breath and follow Connie out of her room and into the kitchen.
“Why the fuck was he here again? You better not still be fucking him. I swear to fucking God, Connie, if I find out you are-”
“Ruben,” she interrupts, “Get a fucking grip of yourself. He came to pick up some stuff he left here months ago. He’s got a girlfriend, for fuck’s sake. He’s taking her out to some fancy pants restaurant tonight and he couldn’t find his cufflinks. And when I say girlfriend, I mean a serious girlfriend. We haven’t been together for ages, so calm your tits.”
“So, who were you with-” Emma starts to question, but is soon cut off by the death stare she receives in response from Connie.
Fin then changes the subject by asking Emma what she wants to drink. I’m glad of the change of direction, because I don’t want to know anything about what Connie is up to. It’ll only piss me off.
We had a great night once I cooled off from seeing Elliot in my house again. Thankfully, Emma was fine with celebrating her birthday, and there wasn’t a hint of her sadness from the previous day. Connie made her a homemade cheesecake for pudding, and put some candles in for her, and even that didn’t dampen her spirits. I was worried this might push her over the edge again, but I’ve actually never seen her happier.
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