“Honey, you’ve got to let me go.”
Once she loosened her hold, Ric paused for a moment to study the picture of her. She leaned languidly against the hotel room wall. Her thick auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders, her breasts popped out of the lace cups, on display for his ardent gaze, and her panties puddled on the floor around her fuck me heels. A simple diamond pendant lay in the valley between her spectacular breasts. Her heavy lidded gaze met his openly and she smiled seductively like a temptress. Her nipples were wet from his mouth. Her legs were slightly apart and arousal glistened on her thighs.
Her heady musk scented the air and ramped him higher, harder.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Fuck. Don’t move.” He hustled to the bathroom and thanked God he’d unpacked before he’d gone to the bar. He ripped open the package as he strode back to her, then rolled the rubber over his aching cock.
He was back in a flash, and with one quick eager move he shifted his palms beneath her ass and lifted her up. With a jerky motion he impaled her on his cock.
They both groaned as she sank down, her pussy gripped him tight and to the hilt.
“Wrap your legs around me.” She was still wearing the stilettos. Damn if that image didn’t make him even harder.
She curled her arms around his shoulders and used her leg muscles to bounce up and down on his cock. Her heels dug into the flesh of his ass. Ric slanted his mouth over hers and inhaled her as he pounded up into her tight feminine sheath.
Every thrust rubbed the length of his cock against her clit and massaged her. Her breathing became more erratic. With a long lusty moan, she blew over the edge into orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, sucking, contracting, until he came with a shout, pumping into her with unrestrained fervor. Her breasts bounced with every thrust.
Fireworks exploded beneath his closed eyelids as he pumped and pumped, expelling his come in a burst so forceful his knees dipped and his mind fuzzed at the loss of cognizance. She was digging her nails into his shoulders so hard he’d have marks in the morning and he didn’t give a damn.
Her pussy continued to squeeze his erection. Sweat slicked his skin and heat rose from her body. Her nipples rubbed his pecs and her thighs still had a steely grip on his hips as her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Ric’s heart tattooed a frantic rhythm in his chest, banging hard even as the beat slowed. Adrenaline and endorphins pinged through him in a cocktail of sexual satisfaction. God damn, he knew their attraction was off the charts but he still hadn’t expected this.
He stayed rooted inside her, as he came down from the intense orgasm.
Ric dropped his forehead to the curve of her neck. His breath heaved in and out as if he’d just finished a grueling PT session. He’d feel bad about attacking her like a pit bull except she’d been right there with him.
Now she was as wrecked as he was. Her thighs went lax and her hands were no longer trying to dig into his flesh, and instead rested lightly on his shoulders, while her back pressed up against the wall.
“Holy shit.” He licked her neck, savoring the slightly salty taste. He couldn’t wait to taste her in other more intimate places and smiled against her skin. “Told you round one was gonna be fast but, day-um, that likely set the ground speed record for orgasms.”
She giggled. The soft sough of her breath over his cheek bathed him with pleasure. He needed to get her in bed and start on round two before she had time to think.
Right now she was flushed and satisfied. A lazy smile curved her lips and her eyes sparkled with a hazy satisfaction. But he was pretty sure that once her brain started firing again she’d try to bolt. And no way was he going to let that happen.
* * *
Ric carried her over to the bed. Carried her.
A primeval thrill fizzed in her blood. She was in good shape for her age but she was not a lightweight. His biceps bulged as he strode toward the king sized bed but he wasn’t struggling at all.
He held her with one arm and yanked the sheets down the bed. Then he knelt on one knee and placed her gently on the cool, high thread count cotton.
She was wrapped around his torso like an octopus. Suddenly she realized that when she let go, he’d be able to see her in all her forty-five year old glory. With her not quite as tight skin, breasts that weren’t quite as perky as in her twenties, and the faint ripples of stretch marks on her tummy from Jess. A mother’s badge of honor but definitely not sexy.
He started to back away and she held on tight. Fortunately he misinterpreted her tight snug hold. “I’m just going to get more condoms.”
Thank God he was prepared. She certainly hadn’t planned to have sex when she’d come to Vegas for Jack and Bliss’s wedding.
He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she forced herself to smile and pretend that she wasn’t totally embarrassed about being naked in front of a stranger. As if he understood, his gaze hadn’t left her face. He stared at her for another minute, tracing her features, before he headed to the bathroom. The ambient light from the open bathroom door accented the play of his glutes as he moved with unselfconscious grace.
She couldn’t help it. She pulled the sheets up and over her breasts. She knew she looked pretty good for her age, but she certainly didn’t look anything like the bar bunnies who had been hanging on him earlier tonight.
Her brain started working overtime. What was she doing here? This was madness. She was a mother of four adult children. Even if they weren’t all biologically hers. She shouldn’t have engaged in a random hook up in a bar.
Her breath shortened. Worry and shame tightened her lungs. Her fingers curled around the sheet as she contemplated throwing it off and making a grab for her clothes.
He tossed three condoms on the nightstand. Three. Condoms.
Her insecurity built. The pressure, the worry that she couldn’t give him what he wanted, what she wanted, hit her. And she couldn’t draw in precious air.
Then Ric was there. “Cariña, take a deep breath.”
She realized he was right. She was practically hyperventilating.
He was gorgeous. Lean muscled strength, a smattering of dark hair dusted his pectorals and arrowed down to his hardening erection.
The sight of all that masculinity, the thick purple head of his cock, kissed with a glistening drop of arousal was stunning. His cock bobbed showcasing the V of his muscles, his thighs bunched and flexed as he crawled over her. His body was awe inspiring, but what had her breath slowing and her heartbeat calming, was the intent, intense look in his glittering dark eyes. He wanted her.
Why, she had no idea.
“Breathe,” he commanded.
He knelt on one knee, curled his palm around her nape and kissed her. His lips were warm and firm. He invaded her mouth with his tongue in a confident, aggressive move.
She loosened her death grip on the sheet and stroked the warm tensile strength of his biceps. She waited for him to lower over her. It was hard to miss what you rarely had but she still trembled in anticipation of his bigger, harder body covering hers. Inside hers.
The musky scent of sex permeated the warm air surrounding them, wrapped them in a sensual blanket of heat and lust. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Her body responded to his words as if he’d licked all those places he couldn’t wait to touch.
Ric gently tugged the sheet away from her body. His palm skimmed over the curve of her breast, her nipple hardened into his caress. With a reverent hiss, he trailed his tongue down her neck and then pressed wet open mouthed kisses along her breastbone until he stopped in the valley of her breasts.
His face buried between her breasts was a visual aphrodisiac. His dark hair brushed the sensitized skin of her breastbone and the scruff of his beard was a delicious scrape over her softer skin as he nuzzled one mound with his mouth and cupped the other in his hot palm.
Shelley didn’t just want to be a recipient of his sexual attention. She needed to be an active partic
ipant in their physical play. She skimmed her toes up the back of his thighs, and gloried in the bunch of his ass beneath her hands. His cock brushed the valley of her stomach like a hot thick brand. Good, gracious, he was hard again, searing her with the promise of ecstasy.
She squeezed her arms around his shoulders trapping his head between her breasts. He snickered and turned his head to the side, licking up the slope before suckling her nipple into his mouth.
“You’re not distracting me that easily.” He pushed up, disengaging her legs, as he nipped his way down her stomach. She prayed he wouldn’t notice the silvery strands of her stretch marks.
But he was too busy tonguing her belly button to comment on her body. Her thighs fell open as he kissed and suckled his way down her body until his nose was buried in the auburn curls at her sex.
He smiled against her clit.
“Oh,” she gasped. “You don’t have to—”
“You’re right.” His tongue lapped at her slit in one long languid lick. “I want to.”
She’d only had this done to her a few times. And it had been nice but truly she couldn’t seem to let go of her inhibitions enough to enjoy it. “Really.”
Ric scooped his arms underneath her thighs, lifting her up until the back of her legs rested on his shoulders, his palms cupped her ass, and he was face planted in the heart of her sex. He inhaled slowly, then pressed an open mouthed kiss right over her opening.
He spread his palms wide and pressed down on her lower belly as his tongue continued to do wicked things to her. His swarthy skin was a stark contrast to her pale belly and lighter curls. Her pulse sped up.
“What a gorgeous pink pussy.”
Her hips jerked at the dirty talk.
He chuckled against her curls and then used his thumbs to spread her wide. The air was cool against her damp sex. “Someone likes it dirty.”
Her entire sex clenched, dying for more of him.
As if he knew exactly what she wanted, he jammed his tongue inside, stabbing in a rhythm that had her clenching wanting more than the bulk of his tongue inside her, wanting the girth and thrust of his cock.
Her feet were planted next to his shoulders and her hips rocked involuntarily into the hot press of his mouth. His slight stubble stimulated nerve endings as her whole attention narrowed to the carnal attention of his tongue and the stroke of his hands.
God it was building again. Her body was like a hot air balloon slowly filling, expanding until she knew she was going to take off in a burst of helium. Anticipating her imminent explosion, Ric’s mouth continued to work her sex and he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he pinched her nipples hard. She lifted off, flying as her sex clenched around nothing, convulsing with an explosive fury.
The lusty moan that erupted from her was as much a surprise as her body imploding in a spectacular burst of sexual bliss. She was going to have to rethink her position on oral sex. That had been more than just nice.
She wasn’t loud during sex. She wasn’t loud anytime. She was proper, and quiet, and dignified. She’d spent years perfecting that persona, dealing with the malicious gossips and their snide comments when she’d first gone to live at the Stone Mansion at twenty-five.
She was a calm placid lake. Nothing could rattle her. And that naturally bled over into her somewhat sparse sex life.
At least it had. Ric continued to work at her, feeding an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I don’t—”
He pulled her closer as she tried to push away from the intensity of her climax. But Ric held her down, pressed on her belly and continue to eat at her. She didn’t usually have multiple orgasms. One per night seemed to be her limit so she was already at 200 percent.
She was almost incoherent. “I can’t—”
“Of course you can.” He smiled, she could feel his lips curving against her sex.
She was forty-five years old and she still had problems with sex talk. It stemmed from early sexual experiences resulting in an unexpected pregnancy. She had stunted her sexual growth. Being a single mother, and then suddenly mother to four at twenty-five, she had skipped the sexual revolution and the world’s easy acceptance of casual sexual encounters. Which meant sometimes she had difficulty verbalizing explicit wishes and situations. “But you haven’t….”
“I will.” He prowled up her body dropping kisses in random spots, her hipbone, the valley between her ribcage, the underside of her breast.
His cock was hard and hot along her thigh. Even as loose as she was right now, taking him again was going to be a challenge. Dammit, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
Her arm was trembling as she reached for the condom packet. “I believe in equal opportunity orgasms. Your turn.”
She tore open the package and tossed it onto the carpet. With careful deliberation, she rested the condom on the head of his cock. Her fingers strummed along his thick length. Damn, he was big.
“I’m all for equal rights,” he quipped. Ric groaned as she rolled the condom slowly over his erection all the way down to the root.
She explored his body with her hands, running her palms over his broad shoulders and skimming the defined muscles of his lats. With an unexpected urgency, she sucked on his tight nipple and grabbed his ass.
“Trying to slow it down here.” Ric panted.
“Why?” she murmured against his mouth. Completely bewildered.
“Mutual satisfaction.”
“I’ve already been satisfied,” she said urgently. “Twice.”
Ric laughed low and husky, the sound trilling over her nerve endings and stimulating a cascade of shivers. “Yes, you have.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her dripping sex. She wanted him inside her again.
Everything in her clenched. She was nearly blind with need. She curled her legs around his butt and urged him to breach her. “Do it.” It was a command, and finally he listened.
He slid all the way inside her, filled her up, buried to the hilt, her sex sheathed his girth. “I guess round three will be the slow and steady one.”
Round three?
But before she could register that thought, Ric began to power in and out of her, and sensation after sensation bombarded her. The heat of his body, the thick invasion of his cock, the rub of his chest hair against her breasts.
Then he tunneled his hands underneath her body and tilted her hips. The new position changed the angle of his thrusts and suddenly the head of his cock rubbed a spot inside her.
Oh my God.
She’d thought the infamous g-spot was a myth. But Ric had just busted that myth wide open.
Shelley moaned. Her channel was on fire as he breeched her body and caressed that sensitive ridge. Her desire swelled and grew in immense waves until she trembled on the verge of another cliff. Impossible.
She never had this many orgasms. But as his body plundered hers, with every rock of his hips, her nerve endings focused on that spot.
His thrusts took on an urgency and he began to slam into her. Each bang increased the pressure on that secret internal ridge, and her body began to shake. He slammed his mouth over hers, their teeth clashed together. Her hips jerked in time to his thrusts as the incredible pressure built, until scent, sound, sensation crescendoed into a violent mind blowing explosion.
Her vision went white, and she clung to his shoulders as if he could anchor her to this world. Ric groaned into her mouth and his body arched back into a rictus of pleasure. His release pulsed inside her. Her body contracted around his as he shot his come into the condom. Her insides fluttered, triggering another mini-orgasm.
Ric was panting as if he’d just run a marathon and she lay limp and replete beneath him, her body still vibrating with the force of her climax. She couldn’t move. She still couldn’t believe that she’d come again. “You must be some kind of sex magician. I don’t ever….”
; He stifled a laugh. “That’s me. I’m a regular David Copperfield of orgasms.” He was draped over her insensate form. Her arms had fallen to her sides, her legs were splayed open and he was hard and satisfied between them.
He should have been too heavy, instead his weight was comforting, pleasing. He rested his forehead in the curve in her neck.
Shelley snickered. She threaded her fingers through his short hair. “At the risk of…swelling your head—“
“Christos, woman, give me a few minutes to recover before you talk about my head swelling again.” He wiggled his hips.
She laughed as he’d meant her to do until his still semi-hard cock hit that spot inside her again and she shivered. “I don’t ever—”
“Let’s change that rhetoric.”
“Hmmm?” She was only half listening as she languidly ran her fingers through his hair and over his strong, muscular shoulders. He was really quite beautiful.
He rephrased her former sentence. “I haven’t in the past ever—”
“Ever,” she said emphatically. Too satisfied and sated to be embarrassed. “Ever. Had that many orgasms in one night.”
“Let’s see if we can set another record.” He rolled them over so that she was on top of him. He ab curled up and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Her sex spasmed as his cock pulsed in her overstimulated sheath and his pubic bone rocked against her clit.
“Give me a second.” Ric discarded the used condom in a tissue on the bedside table and then ripped open another package.
“Not possible.” But good God damn, her body seemed to be on board with another slower round. It was sweet of him but she needed to be honest. “The odds of another orgasm for me are about a billion to one.”
“Never tell me the odds.”
Queen of Hearts: Chapter Four
A loud, frantic pounding on the door woke Ric.
Shelley was draped over his body, one thigh slung over his, her arm across his chest and her chin snuggled into the crook of his neck.
He grinned. Setting records was certainly fun.
The pounding increased in volume. “Jeez. Don’t get your cammies in a twist.”
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