Mr V (Mrs R & Mr V Book 2)

by Jessie Courts

  “I trust you” came the raspy response letting Rachel know how worked up he was already and she squeezed his shoulder before hopping off the bed to retrieve her bag of tricks. Returning to where the big man laid spread out and waiting Rachel straddled his waist and placed her toys beside them choosing the blindfold first. She pulled it over Joe’s eyes and secured it behind his head and then made to poke him in the eye – when he didn’t even flinch she was satisfied he couldn’t see a thing. Next she fastened leather cuffs around his wrists and secured them to the headboard so his arms were now straight ahead of him. Rachel pulled on the restraints and they seemed secure enough although she wasn’t fooled that if he wanted to get out of them he would. Leather or not, Joe was strong enough to break free but she knew he wouldn’t spoil her game by doing so unnecessarily.

  Rachel slid off to one side and reached for another item. “Can you shuffle up to your knees baby and stick your arse out for me.” Rachel’s voice was soft; not demanding and Joe trembled at the hint of what was to come. He shifted as ordered and spread his knees offering himself to her in a way he’d never done so before. Rachel ran a hand over his lower back pulling at the hairs then she leaned down and kissed each of his cheeks before sinking her hands into his butt and spreading him wide. Joe hissed and pulled on his restraints but didn’t voice an objection so Rachel kept going with her plan.

  Taking the bottle of lube she drizzled a healthy amount into his crack and traced it with her finger making him nice and wet. Every time she brushed over his pucker Joe grunted and bucked his hips and Rachel gazed in wonder at the pulsing hole. She wished for a moment that she could bring herself to rim him as she had no doubt he would go crazy for it but Rachel just couldn’t imagine putting her tongue in there no matter how clean her husband kept himself, instead she pushed against the entrance to his body with her index finger and buried it inside him. She gasped at the heat and tightness gripping her finger and marvelled at the fact that they were joined this way.

  “Ok to go on Joe?” She whispered and he choked out a sexy noise she could only interpret as consent. Rachel withdrew slowly as Joe whined and then inserted two fingers, which she proceeded to twist. Joe hissed and panted and begged for more, which turned Rachel on beyond belief. Searching for his prostate seemed like an impossible task but when she inadvertently pressed against an engorged button inside of him and Joe practically jolted off the mattress on a roar she guessed she’d found it.

  Watching his cock leak pre-cum onto the sheets encouraged Rachel to fuck her husband with her hand occasionally nipping at the skin on his backside with her teeth, then driving him crazy with her tongue along his neck. Sucking at the skin there was usually a trigger for Joe and now was no different. “Gotta come Rach. Please God I can’t take it…” Joe felt like he was going to implode; explode; pass out; he didn’t know what. His sweet little wife had morphed into some kind of erotic witch and he was sure she was going to kill him if she kept this up much longer. Never had Joe felt anything like it. Every nerve ending was on fire and his ass was so full of her hand he knew he was going to be sore for days. But Lord, the sensation was incredible and he suddenly had a revelation as to why Ryan preferred dick to pussy. Oh but now what was happening? Rachel had slid underneath him and planted her plump lips around the head of his engorged erection. As she swallowed him down further Joe felt like he was in heaven for nothing had ever felt so sublime.

  “Holy fucking hell!” Joe roared as Rachel nudged her fingers over and over against his prostate and he unravelled completely. Joe lost all sense of reality and let himself just soar on the euphoria that had overtaken his body and senses. He wasn’t even sure anymore that he was going to come such was the intensity of the experience but then Rachel did that weird twisty thing with her tongue and fire raced down his spine igniting his balls and he came hard in her throat over and over until the world went white and he collapsed on to the bed. Joe sighed with relief and his muscles relaxed as his sated body took refuge against the soft bed covers. He could feel his cock still spasming against the back of Rachel’s mouth as she struggled to swallow his release and his hole was still pulsating around her wicked little fingers while he floated on a post orgasmic cloud. He was vaguely aware of Rachel slowly withdrawing her fingers from his backside and sliding out from underneath him and he thankfully let his hips slump into the mattress. The next thing he felt was a warm wet cloth as she cleaned him up. She feathered soft little kisses up and down his back and then reached to release his arms from the restraints.

  “Merry Christmas baby.” Rachel sighed as Joe flopped on to his back dragging his eyes open to look at his wife. “How was that for you?” She sounded slightly tentative as she waited for his reply.

  “Epic. Quite simply the best fucking experience of my life.” Joe grinned at her and she tugged his beard rolling on top of him.

  “Oh my God – you have never looked so fucking horny handcuffed to the bed with your arse in the air. I’m so turned on – what do you think your recovery time’s going to be?” Rachel licked the side of Joe’s neck and inhaled his scent deeply.

  “Not a Goddamn chance baby. You finished me good and proper.” Rachel moaned at her husband’s honest answer. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy my wife!” Gripping Rachel by the hips, Joe hauled her up his body until she was quite literally straddling his face. She grabbed the headboard and immediately began rocking against his mouth and when his tongue came out to suck her clit Rachel cried out in desperate need.

  “Fuck you’re so good at this Joe.” Rachel gasped and when Joe hummed his response the vibration against her pussy combined with the brush of his beard set her senses alight. “Too much. Don’t stop; don’t stop. Oh God…that’s it. That’s it.” Rachel squirmed and bucked then screamed Joe’s name as her orgasm ripped through her hard and fast. If it weren’t for her husband’s strong hands around her waist – Rachel thought she might have actually taken flight around the room like a balloon that’s just been popped such was her almighty need for release. She wriggled back down Joe’s body and snuggled into his chest for a cuddle. He wrapped his arms around her back and chuckled.

  “That was quick. I think the sight of me all trussed up did indeed do wonders for your libido Mistress Rachel.” Rachel laughed. She loved when Joe was in a teasing mood – it was a soft side of him she rarely got to see. “And far be it for me to deny you such pleasures. When can we do that again?”

  Rachel pinched his nipple. “Let’s see if you can walk straight first Bottom Boy – then we’ll discuss.” Joe snorted and hugged Rachel tighter and they napped on and off for the next hour or so before Christmas dinner.

  CHAPTER 20

  “Something wrong old man?” Luc watched as Joe shifted on his chair looking for all the world like he would rather be standing. “Can’t get comfy?” Joe leered at him and if looks could kill Luc would be dead on the floor. Still, Luc decided not to pursue that line of questioning as he’d actually rather not know. If Joe Mason was suffering from haemorrhoids - that was his business alone and not something Luc wanted to contemplate for too long. Of course there could be another reason but Luc daren’t go there for fear the visuals would make his eyes bleed. Sniggering he turned to his beautiful girlfriend and nipped at her chin. “Hmm you taste divine Livs.”

  Olivia rolled her eyes. “Cranberry sauce I think you’ll find.”

  “Oh my favourite. Can we nick a jar and take it back to the room?” Luc pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth and she smacked him on the chest.

  “We don’t need to steal sauce you idiot. I can buy you some in Sainsbury’s.”

  “But I can’t wait that long. I want to smear it all over your fantastic tits and lick it off slowly.” Luc batted his eyelashes at his girlfriend and grinned unleashing his dimples. Olivia choked on the swig of champagne she’d just taken and swivelled her head around to see if anyone had overheard him.

  “Fuck’s sake Luc – not here. Get off me and eat your turke
y.” Olivia pretended to be cross but the blush in her cheeks and the way she crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together gave away how she really felt and Luc grinned happy in the knowledge she was just as horny as he was. In the few months they’d been shagging, Luc and Olivia’s passion had escalated to the extent that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other for a second when they were together. They were joined at the hip and it looked like it was blooming into something serious and permanent. Rachel kept glancing over and smiling at them; Joe scowled then let his shoulders sag in resignation every time he caught them kissing and George and Leo kept up a never ending series of sighs. The twins and Olivia had become very close friends and Luc knew they’d bond even if they weren’t stepsisters and that was important to him because Lucy and Jess were his best friends. He felt blessed and he bowed his head and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Sometimes his good fortune threatened to overwhelm him and surrounded by the people he loved most in this world was having a crazy effect on his emotions.

  “Boy.” Joe’s hand fell to Luc’s shoulder. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s uncomfortable. Care to talk a walk.” The big man cocked his head towards the door and Luc realised it wasn’t really a request.

  “Sure Joe. Excuse me Livvy – just need some fresh air. Going to pop outside for a sec with your Dad.” Luc pecked her on the cheek and she muttered something but turned back to the deep conversation she was having with Leo about Victoria Beckham’s spring summer collection and whether one could take her seriously as a designer. Luc was already bored so took his leave and followed Joe out the room.

  “Cigar?” Joe offered Luc as he lit up just inside the lobby before strolling outside. It was crisp and murky in the fading sunlight of the afternoon and Luc shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. Joe seemed oblivious to the temperature and inhaled deeply on the stubby cigar clamped between his lips.

  “No thanks. Not for me.” Luc shook his head and screwed up his features in disgust.

  “Yeah – Rachel won’t let me smoke too much but it’s a guilty pleasure I indulge once in a while.” He removed the cigar looked at it then shoved it back in his mouth. It was a look that suited him and even though smoking should not be cool, Joe Mason’s street cred took an instant elevation. “So, Vincent; something on your mind?” Luc turned his face away from Joe and looked out into the distance of the beautiful countryside around them. He paused before answering unsettled by his old adversary’s unusual friendliness. Sure he’d become more tolerant of him in public, but Joe had never instigated a personal conversation with Luc up until now. Luc squirmed beneath Joe’s intense scrutiny. “You’re in love with Livvy.”

  “That’s not news.” Luc stared at his shoes and shivered with the cold.

  “Here take my jacket.”

  “I’m not taking your fucking jacket Joe.” Luc sighed. “Yeah I’m in love with your daughter. So much it scares me.”

  “And you’ve just had your eureka moment. I saw it at the table – the moment when you realised you can’t be without her and it made your balls shrivel up into your body with fright.”

  “Oh that’s nicely put. Well said man.” Luc huffed and his breath left a cloud in the cold afternoon air.

  “You’re not denying it though are you? I’m right of course. So you gonna marry her or what?” Joe puffed on his cigar and the sweet aroma settled around them. Luc was shocked to the core that Joe was being so casual about the prospect of him and Livvy getting hitched when just a few short months ago the man had nearly killed him over their being together. Joe went on. “Look I know I’ve changed my tune but I see things differently now. You’re a good man Vincent and no matter how I feel about you, it’s plainly obvious that Olivia thinks you fucking hang the moon and the stars just for her. So enough shitting around – do the right thing and marry her.” Joe scraped the lit end of his cigar against the wall of the hotel and checked to make sure it was out properly while Luc processed his words.

  “So what – now I’ve got to call you Dad or something?” Luc’s voice was gravelly with emotion in contradiction to the humour of his remark. Joe clapped him on the back sending Luc stumbling forward.

  “Call me Dad once and I’ll have your balls in a jar on my desk.” He cupped the back of Luc’s neck. “Joe will do just fine.” Then he released his hold on the younger man and marched off back to the dining room leaving a stunned Luc to carefully contemplate his next move.

  “Who wants to pull my cracker?” Karen waved the foil-covered novelty above her head and shrieked with laughter at her appalling innuendo.

  “Me, me, me!” Rachel leapt up and trotted around to her friend where they proceeded to very noisily pull open every cracker they could get their hands on. They made everyone, including Joe, wear a paper hat and then read out all the cheesy jokes. The gifts inside were cheap but fun and kept the guests amused for a while until a tap on a glass and the clearing of a throat caught their attention. All heads turned in Luc’s direction as he stood tall at the end of the table by Joe’s side. He rested one hand on Joe’s shoulder and many an eyebrow piqued at that gesture which spoke volumes as to how far they’d managed to fix their relationship.

  “I’ve a few things to say if you’ll permit me.”

  Luc bestowed one of his very best killer grins on everyone and his dimples were in full view much to the delight of the females and three of the males in the room. Even Ethan cocked his head in appreciation and sighed as he looked Luc up and down wishing just like George, Leo and Ryan that the stunningly attractive man in front of them was just a little bit interested in cock. Sadly, according to his sister, Vincent was hetero to his core. He caught Ryan’s knowing expression before dropping his gaze to the table and resolved to get laid as soon as possible; male or female he didn’t care as long as he got off soon.

  Luc continued. “On behalf of the Vincent family I’d like to thank Rachel and Joe for inviting us here; it’s been truly amazing to be included in such a wonderful group of people and a lot of fun.” Luc looked up to find his parents beaming and he quickly continued before he lost his nerve. “So um, most of you know that Joe and I haven’t always seen eye to eye but I’m thrilled to tell you that we’re working on that and it’s going well.” Luc reached around and tugged on Joe’s beard cheekily narrowly avoiding being swatted by one massive paw. Everyone laughed although Rachel and Olivia had both paled in disbelief at their men bonding so publicly. “And the big man has given me some pretty good advice. When you have your eureka moment you need to go with it and so this is me going for it.”

  Luc walked around to where Olivia was sitting and dramatically dropped to one knee. Olivia clamped a hand over her mouth and her eyes started watering immediately. Luc grasped her free hand in his and kissed it.

  “Baby I love you so much it scares me, but it feels right and I never want that to go away. I don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you by my side and I want that piece of paper that binds us legally and in matrimony. Olivia Montgomery Mason; will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honour of marrying me?” Luc’s voice had reached all time raspy limits and the traditional words of his proposal sounded like the intimate caresses of a lover so perfect for the moment. Olivia had turned bright red and her breath was coming out in hitched puffs as she struggled to retain control of her emotions.

  “Yes.” She whispered on an exhale. “Yes oh yes!” She finally cried more confidently and then she threw her arms around Luc’s neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. When they finally came up for air Luc was laughing.

  “Hey I never had time to get a ring – will this do for now?” He held up a pink plastic princess ring from one of the crackers and Olivia beamed.

  “I love it!” she giggled as he slipped it on her finger and held it up for all to admire. “It’s perfect.” Then they were swarmed by their family and friends bestowing good wishes and luck and toast after toast so that they were all merrily pissed b
y the time dessert was served. A little while later they retired to the library again for tea and mince pies and games. The telly was on and it was very homely and relaxed. Rachel sat on Joe’s lap in a big armchair in the corner of the room where they could see their nearest and dearest all enjoying themselves.

  “What a fantastic day darling. You made Christmas perfect for us all. Thank you Santa Joe.” Rachel rested her head on his shoulder and hummed a popular Christmas song that was stuck in her head.

  “I can honestly say the pleasure is all mine. I can’t believe how humble I feel in the face of everyone’s gratitude. It’s so easy for me to spend money that I forget that it can bring joy if used sensibly. Until I met you and you showed me what it is to cherish family and friends properly, money was just a commodity to me but now I’m so grateful to be able to spoil those I love I feel privileged for the first time ever. Thank you Mrs M.” Rachel lifted her head to study her husband’s expression. It seemed entirely genuine and apart from his using a nickname she wasn’t overly fond of, she was blown away at his speech. Joe wasn’t prone to long monologues or expressing his emotions verbally but he’d just surprised her by doing both. “Being here with you Rach; and all these people - that’s the greatest gift of all.” Joe dipped his head and Rachel lifted hers and their lips met in a sweet kiss that after just a few seconds turned into something deeper and more meaningful.

  And such was the story with Rachel and Joe; what started off as flippant ideas usually turned into life changing events and this Christmas was no different. The New Year was going to bring exciting changes and together they looked forward to every last one of them.

  CHAPTER 21 - 5 YEARS LATER

  Joe entered his office at Gyles Bishop and the first thing he did was remove his jacket. Even bespoke he still felt more comfortable in just his waistcoat and shirtsleeves that allowed his bulging biceps to do just that. He undid his top button and loosened his tie and sat in his chair feeling a little weary. It had been a good day – he’d just returned from court where he’d successfully won his client a huge amount of compensation in a particularly complicated case that had monopolised his time recently. He was looking forward to actually being able to relax this weekend and enjoy the celebrations.