by Ravenna Tate
His pickup truck was no more than a few years old, had an extended cab so there was a back seat, and smelled like wood chips and leather inside. “What do you haul in here?”
“Why?”
“I smell wood chips.”
“Oh. Mulch. For putting around the trees near the building.”
“So you do landscaping in your spare time?”
“Ha-ha. Very funny. The building sits on three hundred acres. There’s a lot to do.”
“You could hire someone.”
“We could, but we don’t like outsiders working on the property. Every dancer and sweetbutt in that building has a job to do. We don’t hire outside help for laundry, cleaning, or cooking. The members take care of the bookkeeping, maintenance, and everything else that goes into owning property.”
“Why don’t you trust outsiders?”
He frowned slightly. “We’ve had a lot of trouble, beginning with shit that goes back over twenty years.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s all part of life.” He cut his gaze toward her quickly. “You’ve had your share of grief, too. We all have. But how we deal with that, and the lessons we take away from it, are what makes us who we are.”
“Wise words, Rahab.”
When he cut his gaze toward her again, the lust in his eyes took her breath away. “Good thing this truck has a console or I’d be begging you to give me a blowjob while I drive.”
“Kind of a dangerous thing to do, no?”
“Yeah, but also a lot of fun.”
“For you.”
“For you, too, when we get to the club. I’d make sure to properly reward you for it.”
She laughed. “Oh, I see. Kind of a payment in advance for services you intend to render.”
“Yeah! Exactly.”
He navigated the freeway traffic very well, though there wasn’t much on a Sunday afternoon. “You’re a good driver. Must be because you drive a motorcycle. I always thought they looked difficult to handle, especially in heavy traffic.”
“You get used to it. And stop changing the subject.”
She chuckled. “I’m not. I’m assessing the situation and deciding whether it’s safe to honor your request.”
“Christ, Liz. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not. Just waiting until you get past the I 90, Route 2 split. That ramp is wicked.”
He sped up, but when he reached the nearly ninety degree turn she’d spoken of, he slowed down to a more appropriate speed. As soon as they’d cleared it and were heading west on Interstate 90, he cut his gaze toward her again. “Well?”
“Jeez. You have no patience, do you?”
“None.”
“At least you’re honest about it.”
“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“So are you. I’ve never done this.” Liz reached over and unzipped his jeans.
“You mean while riding as a passenger.” She watched the traffic while he eased his jeans down far enough so that she could release his entire dick.
“Yes, that’s what I mean.” This was so fucking dangerous, especially on a freeway, but her pussy was soaked and shivers ran up and down her spine. Liz turned sideways and leaned over the console. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but it was doable for as long as it would take to suck him off. And considering how he was already moaning and grunting, that wouldn’t take long.
She licked up and down the shaft, stopping only once to sit up when he switched lanes.
“I’m okay,” he said, his voice gruff. “Just moving over to the slow lane.”
Liz bent her head again. There was no such thing as a “slow” lane on this freeway, but at least he wasn’t throwing caution to the wind completely. She took his cock into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the shaft, milking it with both her mouth and her fingers.
“Oh, Jesus Christ. Oh fuck. Liz … oh goddamn, that’s fucking incredible.”
If she flexed her Kegel muscles, she’d likely come, too. This was so damn fun and exciting because it was also batshit crazy, but she loved it. Within moments, he cried out and her mouth filled with hot cum. This time, she swallowed all of it.
When she sat up, Liz grinned and wiped her mouth. A fine sheen of sweat dotted his face. “Want me to drive?”
“No. Fuck. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Can’t wait to find out what my reward is.”
A slow, sexy grin spread over his face. “And I can’t wait to give it to you.”
As soon as they arrived at the club, Liz expected him to stuff his dick back into his jeans and take her inside, but instead he leaned over the console and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in years. She was soaking wet already, and it was all she could do not to scream in frustration by the time he released it.
“If that back seat was larger I’d fuck you in this truck.”
She opened the door. “Your room is a lot more comfortable. Let’s go.”
“Now who’s being impatient?”
“Me.” She closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, standing there with her bag slung over her shoulder while she watched him adjust his jeans. Finally, he climbed out, that damn sexy grin mocking her.
He led her inside the back door and up the stairs. She heard voices, but ignored them. Her entire being was focused on fucking him again. Once they were in his room, Rahab backed her up until her knees touched the edge of the bed. She dropped her bag on the floor. He pushed her down and pulled off her jeans, taking her panties, socks, and shoes with them.
When he kicked the ottoman over, she giggled as he sat on it and pulled her hips close to his face. “Commencing reward.”
Tiny contractions began as soon as his lips touched her labia. He drove her insane with his teeth and tongue, coaxing the orgasm out of her, inch by inch, and then prolonging it until she was aware of nothing except that mouth on her pussy. Breathing was difficult. Thought was impossible.
She couldn’t take much more by the time he finished, but it was pure bliss. He rose and walked over to a dresser, opening one of the drawers. Liz sat up, dizzy and thirsty. “Do you have any water?”
“Mini fridge in the corner.”
After grabbing three bottles from it, she sat on the bed again and drank one of them without stopping, then placed the other two on the nightstand. Rahab finally approached the bed, carrying three paddles.
“Oh my.”
“Your ass is really bruised, but I wanted to introduce you to my favorite ones regardless. And besides.” That grin! She was powerless under its spell. “There are other places on your body to paddle you besides your luscious ass.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He sat next to her and brushed a wooden one up her leg. “Really.”
“I know I’ll regret asking, but where exactly do you plan on using that thing?”
He put the paddle down and pulled off her top and bra, squeezing her breasts in his strong hands. “These.” He licked each nipple, forcing soft moans from her. “But I’ll be very careful. If I hurt them, you might not let me do this again.”
“Damn right I won’t.”
The soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Rahab released her breasts and slid his hands down her body, spreading her legs. “And this, of course.”
“You’re going to paddle my pussy?”
“Yes.” He picked up the paddle and brushed it along her inner thighs and labia. “You should get tattoos on your thighs. Right here. On top.”
“I’m too chicken to get a tattoo.”
“I’d come with you.”
“I’ll think about it.” She wanted to change the subject without it appearing obvious, but wondered whether it would fool him. Probably not.
“Lie back”
“How hard will you hit me?”
“Not hard.” He frowned. “Hang on a minute. I have an idea. This will help refocus your attention.”
She sat up again, and when he cr
ossed the room and pulled a large vibrator out of the drawer, Liz grinned. “Now that, I’m not afraid of.”
Chapter Eleven
Rahab’s dick was as hard as a rock by the time he convinced Liz to lie on her back on the bed, arms overhead, and let him experiment. He’d never hurt her, but she didn’t know that yet. However, he also wanted to test her limits. This girl was a wildcat. He’d been right about that the first time he laid eyes on her.
Turning the vibrator to its lowest setting, he teased her nipples and the undersides of her breasts with it, before smacking them very gently with each of the three paddles he’d brought over. The wooden one, which resembled a fraternity paddle, seemed to be her favorite, or at least, the one she was able to tolerate the most.
The small, black, leather one he’d have to be careful with. She said it burned even with the softest smack. It figured that was his favorite one to use. But she did enjoy the thin leather one with holes in it, which surprised him. Of the three he’d chosen, that was the one women hardly ever let him use a second time, once they had a taste of it.
When he turned his attention to her pussy, she definitely enjoyed the paddling a lot more. He was able to give her several hard swats with each of the paddles, alternating those with vibrator teasing.
He turned up the speed on the toy. “Lift your legs. Keep them apart and grasp your ankles.”
This way, he was able to play with the toy, using it to torture her towards another orgasm, and still smack both her pussy and now her ass cheeks, too, with the paddles. He was careful, as promised on her ass, because it really was bruised from the other night.
Playing with her like this turned him on something fierce, so he hoped she got used to it over time. Maybe he could convince her to take a week off work and stay in this room the entire time? His own curvy sex toy, waiting for him in bed twenty-four seven. He could get used to that.
Her pussy lips and upper thighs were soaked with her juices by the time he turned off the vibrator and tossed the paddles to the other side of the bed. He couldn’t wait any longer to fuck her. Rahab lay on top of her and kissed her deep and rough. Listening to her moans, and feeling the warm curves of her flesh as she pushed her body closer to his, made him crazy with need.
When he truly couldn’t wait any longer, he sat up and pulled down his jeans. After donning a condom, he rolled her onto her stomach and pushed his dick into her pussy from behind. She cried out and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter, squeezing it in her hands as he slammed into her.
At this angle, it was tighter than fucking an asshole for the first time, but he didn’t mind. She was obviously enjoying it tremendously, and that in turn spurred him on. A weak orgasm started again, and her moans turned to whimpers and soft cries.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Exquisite.”
Exquisite, indeed. Rahab was out of his mind with the need to come, but he wanted to milk this for all it was worth. He massaged her ass cheeks, and slid one hand underneath to rub her clit as he thrust.
“You feel so damn good, Liz!”
“This is amazing.”
She sounded really spacy, and he was nearing his limit, so Rahab increased his speed and let the climax overtake him. He yelled and grunted until every drop was squeezed out, and only then did he withdraw and peel off the condom.
“Wow. Holy fuck.” He flopped down on the bed, turning his head to look at her. Her eyelids fluttered a few times before she opened them.
“Yeah. Wow. I like your paddles, Rahab.”
“They like you, too.” Now he sounded spacy. He obviously needed sleep. Rahab closed his eyes and gave into it.
****
The smell of roasting chicken woke him. A quick glance at his cell phone revealed it was almost dinnertime. Whatever was cooking down there smelled delicious. But where was Liz?
He had fallen asleep still dressed, with only his cock hanging out of his pants, so he adjusted his clothes and glanced around the room. Her bag was still on the floor where she’d dropped it. She wasn’t in the bathroom. Where the fuck had she gone this time?
Heading down to the kitchen first, relief filled him so much that he grinned like an idiot when he spotted her with Rai, Chloe, and Meghan, helping them prepare dinner. He had no clue how that had happened, but was grateful it had. Maybe if she got to know the other women here, she’d be more likely to stick around.
Meghan spotted him first. “Oh, hi. We stole her after we found out she knew how to bake Cornish hens without messing them up.”
“You can’t mess them up,” said Liz, giving him a big smile. “Sorry I didn’t leave a note or anything. I came down looking for something to eat that I could bring up for both of us, and was told they were just starting dinner. I figured since I knew how to make these, I might as well help.”
“It’s fine,” he said, perching on a stool. “Smells fucking delicious. How long until it’s ready?”
“About a half hour,” said Chloe. “You’re welcome to stay, but if you do, you need to grab a knife and help chop vegetables for the salad.”
“Since when did any of them help cook?” asked Meghan, laughing.
“Never,” he said. But he didn’t want to leave Liz. What the hell had happened to him? “Okay, but I’m not chopping any fucking onions.”
“We’re not putting fucking onions in the salad,” said Liz. “They’re red onions.”
Meghan, Rai, and Chloe laughed hard, and it took all of Rahab’s self control not to join them. She had a witty sense of humor that was easy to miss when he let his ego get in the way.
“Here.” She handed him a knife and a colander filled with celery. “Small pieces. As small as you can make them, please.”
He gave her a droll look, but took the knife and celery. “Where do you want the pieces?”
She handed him a bowl. “In here.”
Rahab leaned close and whispered, “I’m only doing this because you’re so fucking good in bed.”
She gave him a look of desire that made his damn dick hard again. If he wasn’t so fucking hungry, he’d take her back upstairs for another round. As he worked, he let the memories from earlier wash over him. It was rare to find a woman who enjoyed sex and play with toys so much. One would think it wouldn’t be, but it was.
While quick and easy pussy or blowjobs had never been in short supply for him, he rarely had intimate moments like the ones they’d had, or been able to convince a woman to have so much sex, and engage in so much play, within such a short time frame. Liz was a rare find in bed. She was also fun to be with, and easy to talk to.
“When you go to law school,” said Chloe, “what kind of law will you practice when you finish?”
“I have no idea. Everything I do now is so interesting. I especially enjoy digging into contract language for businesses, so I might focus on that area.”
“After I have this baby, I want to go to school.”
“For what? Have you decided?”
“No, not really.”
“You can just take classes for a while in general studies until you find something that holds your interest.”
“That’s what Gorgon suggested. And Rai, too.”
“Well, I admire all of you for even wanting to tackle college,” said Meghan. “I’m too scared to try.”
“Why?” asked Liz.
“I just don’t see myself as the studying type. The idea of writing all those papers and taking tests scares the hell out of me.”
“We’d pitch in and help you,” said Chloe. She cut her gaze quickly toward Rahab. “If Liz ends up sticking around for a while, you’d have two college graduates to help you.”
Rahab pretended to ignore Chloe.
“Is your paralegal training from a degree, or do you have a certificate?” asked Rai.
“It’s a two-year degree from Cuyahoga Community College.”
“But you need a bachelor’s degree to get into law school.”
“I kn
ow. Russell and I have discussed that. He said they’ll work with me to pay for whatever I need to finish law school.”
“That’s wonderful.”
Rahab stopped chopping. He hadn’t realized she’d need more college before she could even apply to law school. What she’d gone through, and her determination to reach her goals, was even more impressive now.
“Let’s take out one of the hens and see if they’re done,” said Meghan. She and Liz opened the top oven and slid out the roasting pan, and Liz cut a piece of the bird off and put it on a plate. After closing the oven, Meghan tasted it.
“Wow. Yeah, I think they’re just about there. This is wonderful. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“Hit and miss at various places.”
She hadn’t told them about her past. He could tell by the tone of her voice, and the way she averted her gaze. Her answer was too nonchalant. He hadn’t realized earlier exactly how ashamed of her childhood she was.
These women each had issues or secrets in their pasts. They would never judge her. If only she knew that, but he couldn’t say anything now. It would embarrass and humiliate her.
“How is the celery coming?” Chloe gave him a curious look.
“Almost done.” Rahab finished it, and told them he’d go and find the others to let them know dinner would be served soon. “About twenty minutes?”
“Yes,” said Meghan. “Tell them to bring their appetites. This is going to be a feast.”
He was halfway down the hall when he turned at the sound of footsteps. “I hope you’re not upset I came down here.”
Rahab pulled Liz close. “Of course not. It’s nice to see you working with them.”
“Why is that?”
“Because maybe I can convince you to stay here instead of at that shithole you live in?” He had no fucking clue why he’d said it, but as soon as he did, her entire demeanor changed. Fuck it all to hell and back. Way, way too much, too soon.
“Just kidding.”
She smiled, but he wasn’t fooled by that. He’d just made her very uncomfortable, and Rahab had no fucking clue how to undo it.