Mr V (Mrs R & Mr V Book 2)

by Jessie Courts

  “You ok Joe?” Rachel had noticed his squirming.

  “Not really Rachel.”

  “What’s the matter baby?” Rachel sounded concerned and Joe snickered.

  “Got a bit of an ache that’s all. Nothing that can’t be dealt with easily.” Rachel dropped her eyes to his crotch already knowing him well enough to recognise the throaty catch in his voice that meant he was horny. Sure enough the tell tale bulge was more than apparent in his black dress pants. She laughed and patted his thigh and Joe knew his chances of a quick hand job in the car were zero. Disappointing but to be expected he supposed. “Oh look here we are. I hope to fuck they have valet parking.” Joe was hoping there wouldn’t be anywhere to leave his car and thus he could declare the evening defunct.

  “Yes – look there’s the guy.”

  “Where?” Joe feigned stupidity. He couldn’t carry it off effectively and Rachel rolled her eyes.

  “There Joe by the sign that says ‘valet parking’.” Joe exhaled loudly and Rachel giggled as he handed over the keys to his precious car. She slid her arm into the crook of his and smiled for the paps as they entered the club.

  “Wow!” Rachel gasped at the opulent interior that was mostly red and gold and cream and black. It was plush to the extreme but not tacky at all – just very eclectic and sensual. The lighting was dim and the music soft enough to talk over. There was a small stage behind heavy velvet drapes and tables and booths surrounding the dance floor. It was a smallish and intimate space and Joe was actually really impressed with the atmosphere that had been created. A handsome black man greeted them and introduced himself as Paul, Angela’s cousin.

  “Welcome to my club Mr and Mrs Mason.” he bowed at the waist.

  “Oh no – we’re not married.” Rachel corrected Paul; a little surprised that Joe hadn’t uttered a sound at the error.

  “Well none of that matters here; excuse my mistake. Please can I offer you a drink?” Paul led them to the bar where they ordered drinks and perched on the bar stools. It seemed they were the first to arrive and they made polite conversation with him.

  “What time do you expect the other guests to arrive?” Joe asked politely feeling a little bad for the guy that no one had made it to the party yet. It must be so disappointing. He decided there and then to recommend the place as much as possible and get the poor man some badly needed publicity.

  “Soon I hope. Would you excuse me?” Paul slipped away and Rachel and Joe sipped on their drinks enjoying the intimacy.

  “Oh that’s gone right through me. Excuse me while I pop to the ladies.” Rachel hopped off the stool and strutted off to find the loo while Joe more than appreciated the view of her backside swaying as she went. He would lay bets on the fact she was wearing one of her G-strings because for sure there were no panty lines visible. He slipped a hand into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved his phone to check a few emails and before long was deeply engrossed in a document one of his clients had sent for his approval. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the music stopped and Joe’s eyes were directed to the stage by a lone spotlight. He wondered what the bloody hell was going on and cursed Rachel for leaving him on his own when the curtain drew back and his jaw fell open. He felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room leaving him breathless and lightheaded. There on the stage in nothing but her high heels and various other cleverly placed adornments stood Rachel. His Rachel. His forty something looking like a million dollars Rachel. Oh my fucking god, kill me now; instant boner inducing Rachel. Joe was shocked. He frantically whipped his head around and was relieved to confirm he was the only one in the audience. The little minx had this planned all along. He exhaled the breath he didn’t even realise he was holding and took a long gulp of his bourbon.

  “Hello Joe.” Her voice sounded sultry and the hairs on his arms stood on end. “Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” Goosebumps erupted over his skin as the sultry tone of Ella Fitzgerald filled the room and the woman on stage began to move to the beat of ‘Fever. She grabbed on to a pole he hadn’t even noticed was there and swung herself around it and his heart stopped in fear but thank fully she didn’t attempt anything more perilous than some shimmying and suggestive rubbing. Joe was mesmerised. It should have been clichéd and cringy but Rachel could really move and was so confident that she totally pulled it off.

  “Fuck.” Joe swore under his breath. His heart was in his mouth and his cock strained painfully against the zip of his trousers. His skin grew damp as his arousal built and he felt like the living embodiment of the title of the song. In all his life Joe Mason had never witnessed anything as erotic as this beautiful woman dancing just for his pleasure and he was humbled by it. Rachel approached him and grabbed his tie pulling him onto a chair in the middle of the dance floor. She proceeded to drape herself seductively all over him while caressing and licking and nipping at his neck and throat and lips. Every time he tried to draw her in for a kiss she pulled back teasing him to the point of madness.

  On closer inspection Joe took note of what Rachel was wearing. She had a leather strappy halter necked bodice on and tight black satin bottom hugging knickers over fishnet stockings. Bits of chain mail and red ribbon added decoration to the harness like top and as she moved, Joe could see her nipples that made him groan. They were erect and his mouth watered with longing to taste and suck just in the way he knew would make her scream for more, but Rachel was having none of it. She was the one teasing him and driving his frustration levels through the roof. “Rach.” He croaked willing her to put him out of his misery but she simply smiled at him and wagged her finger and ended her dance on a flourish of bendy movements that left Joe panting.

  The music ended and the curtains drew together robbing Joe of the best view of the most entertaining show he had ever sat through. His first instinct was to rip them back down, throw Rachel over his shoulder and take her home and fuck her through the mattress but then he remembered that she had done this for Valentine’s Day and probably had a slightly different idea as to how the rest of the evening should go. And so he clapped and whistled and shouted ‘encore’ until Rachel finally appeared again although she had put her dress back on. He stood and beckoned her in to his arms. “Baby that was wonderful. You were incredible up there. I loved it. Thank you.” He peppered his words with little kisses to her cheeks and Rachel looked like she was going to burst with happiness which made Joe’s heart swell to gigantic proportions in his chest and he cleared his throat loudly. “We are so getting a pole fitted at home.”

  Rachel burst out laughing. “No way mate – this was a one time special offer. You have no idea how nervous I was – I’m never doing that again.” Joe grabbed her and whispered in her ear all the things he was feeling both emotionally and physically and Rachel melted in his arms. It was such a rare thing for Joe to open up and get emotional that it brought her to tears of joy as his words drowned her in love. “Joe. I love you Joe. I wanted to do something for you that was out of my comfort zone and totally surprising. I was worried you’d hate it.”

  “I didn’t hate it.”

  “I know I’m no spring chicken but it was a lot of fun. Made me feel sexy.” Rachel buried her head in Joe’s chest feeling slightly embarrassed now the adrenaline had worn off.

  “Made me feel sexy.”

  Rachel shivered at Joe’s deep drawl. “It did?”

  “It did.” Joe took her hand and rubbed it along the steely hardness in his pants. “This is all your doing.” He lifted her chin using the index finger of his right hand and placed his left hand in the small of her back. In one swift movement Joe bent her backwards and kissed her deeply. He explored every part of her mouth with his tongue leaving her a mass of heaving, wanton desire.

  “Take me home now Joe.” Rachel tugged his beard and he grunted. Whenever she did that it made his balls tingle with anticipation and on top of the sexiest lap dance in the history of sexy lap dances Joe was ready to explode.

  Joe didn’t even remember driving h
ome that only took about twenty minutes, and then he was through the door racing up the stairs pulling back the bed covers and ripping off his clothes like a man on a mission. When Rachel arrived minutes later, she stood frozen in the doorway of their bedroom greeted by the sight of Joe in all his naked glory propped up against the headboard. He was stroking himself slowly. “Do it again Rach – right there with the light from the street shining behind you. Dance for me baby.” He tapped a button on his phone and Ella started up once more from his iTunes playlist.

  Rachel exhaled trying to calm her rapidly drumming heart. Joe looked magnificent and it was all she could do not to jump him there and then. But the fact that he wanted her to dance for him again was fantastic. It was the biggest compliment he could have bestowed upon her and there was no faking the way he was looking at her at that moment from hooded lust filled eyes. She shucked off her coat leaving it in a pool at her feet and shimmied out of her dress undulating against the architrave in place of a pole. She still had the intricate strappy leather top on and she ran her fingers up and down the straps exposing tantalising bits of flesh. In the privacy of their bedroom with no threat of interruption, Rachel made her moves far more provocative and the resulting grunts and groans from the bed spurred her on to get dirtier.

  “Jesus Rachel you’re killing me.” Joe continued pumping himself and with the other hand reached down and played with his balls. Every so often he’d move his hand back over his chest brushing his sensitive nipples and then down his abs to his groin. He was working himself up to the point that Rachel could no longer refrain from joining her lover on the bed. Kicking off her shoes she climbed on at the bottom and crawled on all fours between Joe’s spread legs and up his body until they were face to face. The song finished and the silence in the room was broken only by the heavy breathing of the two people on the bed who looked on the brink of pouncing on each other in a desperate attempt to douse the fire burning within them both. Rachel hovered over Joe who no longer content to wait for her to make the next move, grabbed her head with both hands and smashed their mouths together in a passionate onslaught meshing their lips and tongues and occasionally teeth.

  Rachel collapsed onto Joe’s chest unable to withstand the power of his touch and the leather straps of her bodice teased Joe’s skin and pulled slightly at his chest hair. It drove him insane and he wriggled underneath her to add more friction grasping on to her bum cheeks to keep her in place. Moving his mouth away from hers for a badly needed oxygen break, Joe nipped at Rachel’s bee stung lower lip before tugging on her collar. “I like the way this looks on you.” His voice was husky with lust that made Rachel shiver and Joe grunted as she brushed his cock with her body. “Keep it on but get rid of the panties.”

  Rachel placed the palms of her hot little hands on Joe’s pecs and pushed herself up to standing placing one foot either side of his chest to give him the best view. She slowly began to release the stockings and removed them one by one dropping them on to his face, which he quickly batted away. She unhooked the suspender belt and flung it behind her and they heard a clack as it hit her dressing table. Joe grinned and Rachel giggled. This was so much fun. Rachel hooked her thumbs into the sides of her big black satin knickers and slowly drew them down her legs – she actually hated them but they suited their purpose and Joe’s eyes were getting wider and wider as he waited for the moment she’d have to step out of them. Not wanting to disappoint, she removed one foot leaving the underwear hooked around the other then slowly lifted her leg so that they dangled over Joe’s head. He reached out his hands and she held on for balance as she continued to amuse him with her antics. Next she flicked the panties into the distance with a jerk of her foot and shuffled up the bed standing directly over Joe’s head. He laid his head back on the pillow and smiled widely.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello Joe.”

  “You look nice.” Joe’s hands were wrapped around Rachel’s ankles.

  “You look like a man who knows what he wants.”

  “I always know what I want sweetheart.” He winked at her and Rachel’s breath caught in her throat. Joe Mason really was a terrifyingly attractive man and not at all shy spread out on their bed wearing nothing but a bobbing leaking cock.

  “And what would that be Joe?” Rachel winked back and she heard him chuckle as his strong hands grabbed her around the waist and hauled her down to his face. Just before he dove home, Rachel heard one word that threatened to make her come before he’d even touched her.

  “You.”

  Joe delved between Rachel’s legs as she sat on his face gripping on to the headboard as she rode him to oblivion. He was engulfed with her scent and her juices and he was having a wonderful time. Feeling her respond to him as he tasted and probed with his tongue was turning him on and it was all he could do not to jerk off at the same time. But he wanted to devote his attention to Rachel and give her as much pleasure as he could and so he focused on her body and used his quite considerable skill to make her scream and beg and plead and sob. Finally, when he knew she was at the point of no return he sucked hard on her clit and slid two fat fingers into her throbbing cunt bringing her to a powerful climax.

  Rachel rocked over Joe’s head as her orgasm slammed through her unable to think or breathe or focus. She was floating on a cloud of ecstasy induced by Joe’s ridiculously wicked tongue and if it weren’t for his hard grip on her waist she thought he might have had to actually scrape her off the ceiling. Finally he stopped lapping at her and she sighed and relaxed and Joe pulled her into a hug. Resting her head on his shoulder Rachel idly played with his nipples and chest hair loving how it induced little sighs and grunts from her man mattress. “That was amazing. Fucking incredible.”

  “Why thank you. I have a very specific set of skills…” Joe barked a laugh as he quoted the famous line from a recent movie and Rachel rolled her eyes and tugged on his beard. As if on cue Joe’s cock took notice and he grunted. “I don’t know why the fuck that happens.” He frowned.

  “What baby?” Rachel was curious.

  “Every time you pull on my beard I feel it in my balls or my cock. It’s like there’s an invisible line connecting them. Weird.” Rachel laughed and then purposefully yanked at the hair on his face and Joe’s eyes fluttered closed.

  “Oh my god it’s true.” Rachel’s voice was full of wonder. “Oh the possibilities.” She giggled and he popped one eye open to glare at her.

  “Don’t even think about it Mrs R.” Rachel gasped at the use of a nickname she never wanted to hear form Joe. It was what Luc had insisted on calling her during their affair as a kind of oblique reference to Mrs Robinson and their age difference. She hated it from Luc and she certainly didn’t ever want to be referred to it by Joe.

  “Don’t call me that Joe. Please.” Her tone was serious and her lover narrowed his eyes at her.

  “Oh kayyyy.”

  “Don’t take that tone with me Patronising Joe or there will be consequences.” Rachel gave two short sharp tugs on Joe’s beard and he yelped but she could tell it drove him wild and so she distracted him from asking her any more about the Mrs R thing by combining another pull on his beard with a sharp bite to his nipple. Joe jerked and Rachel nearly ended up tumbling to the floor but he caught her and sat her back atop his hips. Rachel reached behind her and positioned Joe’s cock so that it rested hot and heavy along the crack of her arse; she could feel it throbbing and loved how it pulsed against her flesh. “Love how you feel.” Rachel licked and sucked at the skin of Joe’s neck below the hairline and across his Adam’s apple.

  “Fucking love your tongue.” Joe craned his neck back offering more of his throat. Rachel obliged by laving at his flesh hitting all of his most sensitive triggers making the man practically purr. “Need you baby.” Joe lifted Rachel by the waist and slowly lowered her on to his cock to the background of much hissing and sighing and moaning coming from them both. “God you’re so hot. No don’t move – let me look at you.” Rachel sat
up straight so Joe could study her bodice and he ran his fingers up and down the leather playing with the ribbons and teasing her flesh underneath. “You are the most exquisite woman I have ever laid eyes on. This attire suits you very well.” Joe pulled at her nipples where they had become exposed through the gaps in the leather and Rachel rocked on his lap building the heat between them. Joe reached behind her neck and fiddled with the fastening and then the bodice fell away from her body so that Joe could lavish her smooth olive skin with his hands. He was all over her paying particular attention to her breasts while she reached back and fondled his balls until the craving for release got too much and Rachel clenched and Joe bucked and they found a frantic rhythm that drove them onwards and onwards until…

  “Gonna come Rach…” Joe’s voice was croaky and his muscles rigid as he strained to hold off.

  “Wait for me Joe” Rachel cried in response panting as she slammed up and down on his cock. “Oh god, oh god…now! Now Joe!” Rachel screamed as Joe thrust into her hard and filled her with his hot come shouting her name as she spasmed hard through her own climax. They clutched at each other as their bodies coasted on waves upon waves of pleasure and then finally Rachel collapsed on top of her very sweaty man. “Fucking epic Bossman.”