“Oh baby. You’re so fuckin’ sexy. Col’s working you good and proper. You both look so horny. Efan love – Col’s so hard for you.” Elizabeth situated herself at the top of the bed and spread her legs around Ethan’s head. She tipped his chin up and he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal. He groaned and licked his lips and she edged nearer to him placing her hands on his head and guiding him into her pussy. Ethan arched his back to get a better angle and in doing so Col hit a sweet spot in his backside making him whimper. Burying his face between Lizzie’s thighs Ethan expertly lapped and sucked and nibbled until they were both writhing and gasping and begging for more. Colin tapped Ethan on the arse and the boy intuitively knew to draw his legs up under him opening himself to Colin and then he felt the blunt end of the man’s cock at his hole.
“Fuck man you feel huge!” Ethan cried causing his lips to vibrate against Lizzie’s clit and she screamed then laughed.
“E’s a fuckin’ monster love. Brace yerself.” She grabbed Ethan’s head and forced him to continue eating her out which he returned to enthusiastically just as Colin slipped the head of his monster cock into his arse. Ethan panted and both Colin and Lizzie moaned. Then the three of them were thrusting and bucking and rutting with no beginning and no end. “Gonna come. Oh yes Eef, yes love…yesssss” Elizabeth went off like a rocket jerking and grinding against his face and Ethan grinned loving the taste of her cream in his mouth. Momentarily distracted he relaxed a bit and was instantly propelled forward on to Lizzie’s tummy as Colin jack hammered into his arse hitting his prostate with such force the boy saw stars.
“Fuuuuuck” Colin’s body slumped over Ethan’s back as his orgasm rocked through him. Ethan could feel the heat of Colin’s come in his arse and the slight burn of the harsh thrusts that he knew he would still be feeling in the morning. His own desire was at breaking point and he needed some friction on his cock to alleviate the need. Colin pulled out and Ethan heard the snap of the condom as Colin disposed of it.
“Please…I need to come guys.” Ethan hated the note of desperation in his voice but his dick was so hard he thought he might split the mattress and he was mindful of the warning against rutting the sheets. Elizabeth shifted and then he felt two pairs of hands manipulating him on to his back. And then he felt nothing. “Oh God.” The wait was excruciating and even though Ethan couldn’t see the couple he knew they were staring at him. His cock twitched and swelled impossibly harder and he smacked his head back into the mattress tempted to take himself in hand and jerk off right in front of them.
“Oh. Oh shit. Oh….” Ethan’s hips bucked right off the bed as two sets of lips and two hot wet tongues attached themselves to his cock and balls. Then a chaotic frenzy of sucking and laving made him keen his pleasure loudly above the sound of the music. He spread his arms wide and gripped on to the bed as he soared on a wave of such intense pleasure he felt weightless as if he could take off at any moment. Then one of their tongues teased the slit of his cock while the other swallowed his balls until Ethan sobbed and begged for release. Finally, he thought it might have been Colin, but was beyond caring, his cock was engulfed in sublime wet heat as one of them swallowed him down and started pumping him with their mouth. Another tongue wormed its way between his cheeks and rimmed his sensitive hole and then it was all too much. Ethan stopped breathing as heat travelled down his spine, electrifying his balls and detonating his cock into the hardest climax he’d ever experienced. The darkness behind the blindfold splintered into shards of white light and Ethan’s whole body lifted and jerked with the intensity of his orgasm. Hitting the mattress with a thud as he came down from his rapturous high, Ethan’s body felt like liquid heat as the amazing couple continued to lap at his groin. He pulled off his blindfold eager to watch the erotic act of them lapping up his ejaculate and his hands landed on their heads caressing them as they finished up.
Grinning madly at him, Elizabeth scooted up his body and insinuated herself between him and her boyfriend and they all cuddled for a bit. “That was amazing guys. I really needed that after the shenanigans of the day, thank you for letting me join you. Fuck – that was epic!”
Ethan turned towards Elizabeth but she neatly dodged him and shifted to wrap herself around her boyfriend. Colin pulled the covers up over her and winked at Ethan. It was a subtle yet clear indication that it was time for him to leave. “No worries old boy. See you at breakfast and all that.”
Colin snuggled down under the covers effectively dismissing their guest and Elizabeth Mumbled her goodbyes obviously already in the throes of slumber. Ethan slid out of the bed and got dressed feeling slightly disappointed at being so quickly ousted but still too buzzed from his immense orgasm to really care too much. He kissed them both on the head and slipped out of the room quietly pondering on the bizarre end to his already crazy day. The hallway was quiet as he padded on bare feet back to his room with only the occasional cry or grunt disturbing the silence, but Ethan chose not to consider who or where they came from. His sister and his father were behind those doors somewhere and he really couldn’t stomach the idea of knowing those sex noises emitted from either one of them. Grimacing as his high started to wear off and the soreness in his arse started to throb, Ethan decided a hot bath before bed would conclude this day nicely.
CHAPTER 9
“Is there any hope that I can salvage today and make some good memories for you sweetheart?” Joe and Rachel were in fact still in the bar and not in bed as Ethan had expected. “Do you want to go upstairs or shall we just go home?”
Rachel downed the last of her drink. “It would be so nice to go home to our own bed but we have that big breakfast arranged in the morning.”
“So?” Joe frowned at the implication not really understanding how that affected them.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “So our family will be expecting to see us there before we go on our honeymoon.”
“They’ll live without seeing us for two weeks surely?”
“Jesus, Joe. I think you might want to have a word with your kids before you go. Make sure they don’t think I’m a complete cougar for fuck’s sake.” Rachel poked him in the chest. “And Luc? Don’t you want to apologise?”
“Apologise?” Joe played with his beard, which did crazy things to Rachel’s insides. “Yeah I suppose I do. Just wasn’t banking on doing it tomorrow.”
Rachel tutted loudly in disapproval. “Did you not just tell me you wanted to make amends? If you don’t speak to Livvy and Luc tomorrow then we’ll have it hanging over us all honeymoon. And I want ‘Sexy Husband’ Joe not ‘Mean and Moody’ Joe thank you very much.”
Her husband raised his eyebrows still twiddling with the hair on his chin contemplating Rachel’s words. “Ok.” He nodded with a tilt of his head; the decision made.
“Ok? That’s it? Don’t you want to discuss with me what you’re going to say to them?” Rachel looked a little put out and Joe chuckled obviously having compartmentalised today’s events into one of his neat little boxes to be opened back up and dealt with at a later, more convenient date. Not his wedding night as was becoming abundantly clear much to Rachel’s frustration. The look on his face now however, turned her on so much she thought she might be willing to let it go. Joe shifted on his stool and the pants of his suit hugged his thick thighs enticingly. Rachel licked her lips unable to look away from her man’s lower regions. His cock was cradled so nicely in the folds of the fabric but there was no denying the bulge was increasing in size right before her very eyes and it made her heart beat faster and caused her pulse to race leaving her breathless and needy despite everything.
“Oh sweetheart. We’re going upstairs now and the last thing we’re going to do on our wedding night is discuss the kids. When I’ve finished with you, you’ll barely be able to string a sentence together Mrs Mason.” Joe stood and shook himself so his clothes fell into place, then he scooped Rachel up into his arms and gave her a look of such possession her heart slammed into her chest making her ga
sp. .
“Promises, promises.” She teased and he grinned, turning his usually stern expression into a thing of pure beauty. Rachel raised her hand to his face and cupped his cheek. “I love you so much Joe. Don’t ever doubt that will you? No matter what.”
She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his throat inhaling the scent of him like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. Joe squeezed her tightly and walked over to the lift. Standing waiting Joe noticed the glint of his wedding ring reflecting in the steel doors and his heart lurched. He had everything he’d never known he’d wanted, and today on his wedding day he’d placed that all in jeopardy and nearly lost everything. It was only the understanding and patience of the incredible woman in his arms that had salvaged any sense of celebration and here they were about to consecrate their marriage. The first time they would make love as husband and wife was such a monumental occasion in Joe’s mind and the thought that he’d nearly destroyed any chance of that weighed heavily on his conscience. Hopefully, when Rachel was safely alone in the room with him, she’d realise just how special this night was to him and how much he loved her.
“Close your eyes sweetheart.” Rachel frowned but a hint of a smile played at her lips and she obeyed willingly. Joe chuckled grateful for small miracles that for once she hadn’t argued with him. He waved the electronic key over the pad on the door to their suite and it clicked open. Joe looked around quickly and was very satisfied with what he saw. “Hey, Mrs Mason, I’m carrying you over the threshold. You can open your eyes now.”
Rachel’s eyes widened and she let out a ‘wow!’. The carpet in the lounge was covered in a layer of white rose petals and free standing candelabras provided the only light making their shadows dance around the room. Joe walked them into the bedroom where strings of fairy lights decorated the walls and more petals were strewn about everywhere. The atmosphere was warm and fragrant and soft Jazz played quietly in the background. Their bed was a massive four poster affair dotted with inviting pillows and cushions and Rachel yearned to feel how comfortable it was. But apparently Joe had other ideas. Carrying her into their bathroom she was not surprised to see that the huge square Jacuzzi bath had already been drawn and was bubbling enticingly. By the side stood a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket with two crystal flutes and Rachel chuckled at Joe’s romantic attempts. It was perfect and any lingering doubts that her husband wasn’t exactly where he wanted to be faded away.
Rachel kissed Joe on the cheek then asked him. “How on earth did you arrange this? I bet the bath’s stone cold now after all the delays of the evening and I’m sure the candles are nearly burned out. What about the ice in the bucket? Has it melted?” Joe froze not exactly keen on the fact that Rachel wasn’t feeling the love. He dropped her to the floor and faced her with his hands on his hips. Taking a step closer to his short, shoeless bride, Joe used his bulk in an attempt to intimidate her into silence. When he noticed Rachel swallow hard and clamp her mouth shut then look up at him meekly, he knew he’d got her attention.
“For the love of fucking God Rachel Ren…Mason. Would you please just let me have my moment? Have you any idea how frustrating you can be?” Rachel went to speak but Joe held his palm up to her effectively silencing her. She chewed on her lower lip desperately trying to keep her snarky retorts at bay. “I had a member of the hotel staff on standby and she came up here to get the room ready at my signal. Hence the bath is hot; the champagne is cold and the fucking candles still have a long life left in them yet. Which is more than I can say for you if you don’t get naked and into that bath right fucking now!” Joe’s voice had raised and he was raking his left hand through his hair while his right hand was busy gesticulating all over the place.
“Calm down Joe. Jeez you’re going to have a heart attack.” Rachel shook her head and tried to sound as patronising as she possibly could which she knew riled her husband more than anything. She couldn’t help it; he was so incredibly sexy all worked up and at the end of his tether. Joe looked at her through narrowed eyes and she grinned at him. “I’m going to need help with this dress…”
“Do you plan on wearing it again?” Rachel faltered at the tone in Joe’s voice knowing exactly what he had in mind.
“Oh no you don’t this dress cost a fortune – you’re mad!”
And then she foolishly tried to run away from him but of course there was nowhere to go and the man was too fast for her anyway and the next thing Rachel heard was the ripping of satin as her dress came away from her body.
“Joe! Oh my God, what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, I could have had the dress altered into something wearable and oh shit what….what are you….oomph!”
Joe grabbed Rachel and spun her around in to his arms and planted his mouth firmly over hers and delivered a knee buckling; earth shattering; panty-melting kiss that finally; finally shut Rachel up. Breaking away gasping and panting for breath, Rachel collapsed into a fit of giggles as Joe watched astonished at the unpredictability of his wife. One minute she was mad as hell; the next laughing up a storm and he had no clue how he was ever going to get used to it. Grinning at her, Joe proceeded to help Rachel out of the remains of her bridal gown, which was now no more than tattered rags, and as the rest of her body was revealed his smile just got wider.
“I knew it!” He barked drinking in the gorgeous sight of his beautiful wife in nothing but a nude coloured satin thong. Joe smirked. “The dress was fabulous baby, but if you had just worn this right here? Whoa – I would have been soooo happy.”
Rachel snorted. “And the guests? Not so much…” Rachel threw her hands around Joe’s neck and he lifted her up his body placing his big hands under her bum cheeks. The feel of his rough skin on her flesh sent heat flooding through her and Rachel huffed out a resigned puff of breath. “What am I going to do with you Bossman? You’re so naughty but I can’t stay upset with you for long, not when you make me so bloody horny. Is it always going to be like this do you think?” Rachel nuzzled Joe’s nose.
“I hope so sweetheart. I can promise you that you’re all I’m ever going to need of that I am certain.” Joe kissed Rachel on the nose; ripped off her thong, then lowered her into the bath. “Get comfortable while I open the champagne.”
“Oh Joe? I have a request first…” Rachel winked at him. “Lose the tux big man and show me what’s mine.” Then she threw her head back and laughed. “Oh God that was so cheesy. We’re not the most romantic couple are we? Just get naked Joe and hurry up.”
Joe chuckled along with his wife and eagerly complied shucking out of his clothes in seconds. He popped the cork on the bottle and was about to throw it away when Rachel stopped him. “I want to keep that please.” He cocked his head at her before placing it on the vanity unit for safekeeping. “I want to keep a few things from today in a memory box.” She explained almost apologetically and Joe thought that was adorable. He knew Rachel was horribly sentimental and it lifted his heart to know that today was still so special to her even after all the drama.
“Here.” Joe climbed in to the bath and handed Rachel a champagne flute. “I’d like to make a toast.” He manoeuvred his huge bulk so that Rachel was sitting in the v of his legs and he slung an arm around her waist. “To my beautiful wife. You’ve made me so happy Rach and I’m honoured that you made me your husband. Even though we’ve gotten off to a rough start, I’m gonna put everything right and we’ll live happily ever after I promise you. I love you baby.” Joe leaned down and kissed the side of Rachel’s head. “To us eh? Mr and Mrs Joseph William Mason the Third.”
Rachel sniggered at just the wrong moment and the champagne bubbles shot up her nose making her splutter and cough. Her eyes watered; her mascara smudged and her nose ran and her hair had started to wilt from the humidity in the bathroom but to Joe the moment was completely right – typically and for once predictably Rachel and he loved her for it.
“You are one hot chick do you know that Mrs M?” He grabbed a tissue and wiped he
r face and took the glass from her; then Joe twisted his new bride around until she was straddling his lap. He smoothed away the frown and apologised for his mistake. “Sorry; Mrs Mason.” He remembered she hated to be called Mrs M and one day he would find out why but not today. The rest of the night would be spent worshipping his wife like she was the most precious thing in the world, because to him she was. “I love you Rachel.” He was drowning in her big brown eyes reflecting all the passion that he had for her while she contemplated his words.
“I love you too Joe.” And then she kissed him.
Rachel lay flat on her back in bed next to her husband with a slightly perturbed expression marring her beautiful face. She had long ago accepted that having Joe Mason in her life was not going to be the easy; companionable existence she had with her last husband Nate; indeed it was already quite the opposite. Joe was fierce and passionate; loud and brash; arrogant and ambitious whilst Nate had just been; well a lot quieter. Since Joe had barged his way into her existence Rachel felt like her feet hadn’t touched the ground and quite often that was literally the case as Joe had a tendency to swoop her up into his arms on a regular basis. It was fine when they were at home but in the middle of Sainsbury’s not so much. Still, he lacked any sort of restraint especially when it came to her it seemed. In the few months she known Joe, Rachel’s life had twisted and turned itself around him and her path ahead looked just as unpredictable. She worried that Olivia wouldn’t be able to forgive her father just as much as she feared Joe would retract on his promise to apologise to Luc. Her overwhelming realisation however was that Joe Mason would ultimately do what he thought was best for those he loved the most and Rachel had to trust him. He was not a stupid man, nor was he ignorant but sometimes his monstrous ego could obstruct those around him from seeing his intentions were ironically selfless.
Mr V (Mrs R & Mr V Book 2) Page 8