Fun With Rick and Jade (20 page)

“That must be why the ice is melting so fast.” Taking a drink of the water, he drew in a chunk of ice, rolling it around in his mouth. He covered her slit with his lips.

Jade gasped again, her back rising off the surface. “Rick.”

How he loved hearing his name on her lips, especially in a fit of passion. His cold tongue shot into her hot channel. She squirmed, but not away from his mouth.

Jade wriggled against his lips. Her shoulders rose off the table. Her fingers plowed into his hair. “Oh,” she groaned in agony and ecstasy. “More.”

His ice had completely melted, same with hers, but his lips were cold. His digits bobbed for another cube. He spread her outer lips with one hand and teased her labia with the ice, circling her opening before pushing the cylindrical cube into her channel, holding it in place with his finger.

She shuddered. “So cold.” Her body attempted to reject the intrusion, but he held it firmly in place.

He covered her clit with his mouth, hoping to add some heat. Rick lapped between her folds and dragged slowly along her swollen nub.

“Oh.” She clutched at the edge again. “No. I don’t want it to end.” Her thighs trembled. “No, not yet,” she whimpered, willing her orgasm to wait.

He rode her rush of pleasure, feeling each spasm pounding at his mouth and lips, the flood of liquid heat mixed and melted the ice in her passage. As she lay recovering from the energy-zapping climax, Rick stood, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. He tore into the condom packet and kicked the chair away.

Jade sort of slid and rolled off the surface. He feared she’d decided to call an end to their afternoon, but no. She turned around, bending over the kitchen table. He stroked her ass appreciatively. His cock strained against the fly of his jeans. Rick yanked his jeans and boxer shorts down and off, tossing them to the corner. He carefully rolled the condom on.

Jade spread her legs, bracing her bare feet against the wooden legs as if expecting a wild ride. With his hands on her hips, Rick pushed his shaft halfway into her pussy. Stopping, he took a deep breath before burrowing his length as far as it would go. She moaned and muttered something he couldn’t quite make out. He rested there, enjoying the tight fit of her pussy hugging his cock.

It was Jade who slowly pulled away with a groan and then slid against him with a moan. The sight of her puckered asshole nearly sent him spiraling out of control. Her little mews of pleasure didn’t help keep him focused. Grasping her hips, his fingers splaying against her flesh, he hauled her close and pushed her away over and over again. With his thumbs he spread her ass cheeks, enjoying the view.

He wanted—no—he needed her to come again. Rick dipped his fingers in the water for another cube. She clutched tight to the lip of the table when he ran the ice along the crack to her anus. Rick used the cube to tease and tantalize her ass, the melting ice rolling to her pussy.

It hadn’t been his intention, but he impulsively pushed the ice into her ass and she gasped. She also thrust harder and faster against his dick. He pressed his thumb against her anus, holding the cube inside her as he applied pressure he knew she’d feel in her pussy.

Jade panted, moaning and gasping, her hips rocking and roiling. Her pussy tightened like a cuff around his cock. Rick fought his climax.

“Oh, Rick,” she choked out. “Don’t stop.”

What she meant was
don’t come
. He groaned, growled, shaking his head to clear his mind.

“Yes!” cried Jade.

Her pussy massaged his cock, her glorious second orgasm quaking and pulsating around him. This time she rattled off a string of expletives. His balls tightened, but he fought off the inevitable end.

Jade found herself so overcome with emotion from hormones or endorphins or pleasure, she nearly cried. Without pulling his cock out of her pussy, Rick grappled for a kitchen towel to mop up his icy mess.

He gently eased out of her cunt. “I want to look at you when I come.”

His sentiment did little to quell the emotion bubbling up in her throat and burning behind her eyes. She felt drunk as she pushed up to standing. Her legs wobbled. She’d probably end up bruised from the table. He spun her around, cupped her cheek, and kissed her.

“You okay?” he asked, still touching her face and searching her eyes with his.

She nodded, but Jade was anything but okay. He’d invaded her body and conquered her heart. Rick Jette owned her. Not for an hour or for the night. He owned her and, damn, she loved the sensation like a drug.

“We can move to the bed or the couch.”

She shook her head, unable to speak for fear she’d choke up and cry.

“Good,” he nearly growled in her ear, “because I want to fuck you in the ass, right here, right now. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.”

The lump in her throat felt like it dropped to the floor at her feet, and then bounced quickly back up, settling in her stomach. Climbing up on the table, she reclined on her elbows. She wanted to look at him, too, committing everything about him to memory.

Rick leaned over her, pecking at her lips. He scooped his arm under one leg, bending her, stretching her, spreading her legs apart. Pulling away to standing, he thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock bumping up to her anus. She inhaled a rush of air, holding the breath in her lungs.

“Breathe, Jade,” he said. “Relax.”

She laid all the way back, braced for his attack. She’d never much cared for taking it in the ass, but the guy had blessed her with not one, but two earth-shattering orgasms. He grabbed her ankle, spreading her legs farther apart. Gently he eased one finger into her ass and she moaned.

“That’s
my
girl.”

He slid his finger in and out. She groaned when he added a second digit, working the pair around, preparing her for his shaft. Jade moved as best she could against his hand, wishing for his shaft instead.

“I don’t have any lube,” he said, apologetically, as a precursor to adding a third finger, which felt cruel for a split second until she adjusted to the invasion.

Experience told her his actions weren’t meant to inflict pain. The direct opposite. He wanted her to be primed for his cock, to enjoy the experience. His gaze penetrated her apprehension, telling her they were in this together. She wasn’t an instrument for his pleasure. The satisfaction would be mutual or not at all—for either of them.

Like ripping a Band-Aid off a wound, his fingers exited and the head of his cock entered her ass. He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, taking a couple deep breaths before opening them. “You good, baby?”

Jade nodded. Surprisingly, she was good. The ice up her anus had prepared her some, making her actually crave his fingers and his cock. As if reading her mind, Rick probed farther. They groaned in stereo. He inched back, stopped by the helmeted head, before driving a little farther into her ass. He was so gentle, not like some men who’d thrashed her madly, painfully, without preparation or lube, expecting her to pretend to love it. He established a slow, easy rhythm, easing deeper as she was ready.

Letting go of her ankle, he grabbed another frozen cube. Jade rested her ankle on his shoulder. Rick slipped the ice into her pussy. She shivered, her lip quivering from the frigid pleasure. She wanted to push it out, but he held it in place with the heel of his hand, his fingers rubbing and pressing on her clit. The combination of foreign and familiar sensations mixing and complementing each other muddled her mind. It was like eating warm, salty popcorn with chocolate, cold from the refrigerator. Chasing the odd blend with an iced coffee. He was treating her to the full spectrum of sensations. If he’d ask her if he could fuck her in the ass while invading her pussy with an ice cube, the idea would not have appealed to her. In reality, it might be something she’d beg him for in the future. If they had a future.

Rick turned his head, closed his eyes, and kissed the calf draped over his shoulder as he pushed in and pulled out of her ass time and again. Opening his eyes and looking at her, he said, “I love seeing you completely naked for a change.”

With the ice melted in her hot pussy, Rick filled her with two digits and continued to stroke her clit with his thumb.

She choked out a laugh. “I should be paying you.”

He smiled. His smile turned to a grimace. “I’m going to owe you a refund, sweetheart, because I’m not going to make it much longer. Help me out.”

Rick drove his cock into her ass, faster and deeper, with more purpose. She couldn’t decide what pleased her more, his cock pushing in or pulling out. Both actions heated her insides despite the different sensations. His index and middle finger pulled out of her opening to slather her clit with her juices before he pushed them back into her pussy. He massaged her G-spot with the pads of his fingers, coaxing a third climax to rumble through.

He’d put her through the wringer with his tongue and digits. She touched her fingertips to her clit and moaned. She applied pressure, working her aching bud beneath her touch.
There it is
. Jade felt the rush of warmth begin to build.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “You have no idea what that does to me, babe.”

He had no idea what his endearment did to her. His words, his and her fingers, his cock, but mostly the look on his face made her cry out for mercy from the eruption of ecstasy flowing through her lower belly, radiating out to every nerve ending. Her back arched. She pressed hard against her clit. Her head thrashed around and she screamed his name.

He stopped. “Christ, Jade. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I hate you, Rick,” she whimpered. “I hate you.”
I love you
. Her insides rumbled and trembled around his shaft like aftershocks of an earthquake.

Rick stood firm, his cock buried deep in her ass. He closed his eyes. “Shit,” he said under his breath. He rattled off a string of his own expletives as her ass squeezed and released around his cock. His entire body tensed against her. Planting both his hands flat on the table, Rick hung his head and blew out heavy breaths. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

She crinkled her nose. “Thanks?”

Offering her hands, she laid her palms flat against his. Rick folded his fingers into hers. “Definitely. Thanks.”

“Backatcha.”

“So you don’t really hate me?”

***

After a communal shower where they kissed, cuddled, and fondled, Rick and Jade dressed and drove back to Bob and Candy’s place. He really wanted to take Jade prisoner and make her his permanent houseguest. He wanted normal. He’d grown tired of the farce and wanted nothing more than to let down his guard and be Rick Jette again. He reminded himself the Honeycutts would be gone in a couple hours and he could do just that.

Rick wasn’t sure where that would leave him and Jade once their charade ended.

He parked the car at the curb, resting his head on the headrest. “I’m sorry you never got the movie I promised you.”

Sporting a demure smile, she said, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Maybe…what if…what if we try it again sometime?” He reached for her hand. “The movie, that is.”

“Maybe.”

It wasn’t a firm commitment, but it was something besides a no.

Side by side, they ambled to the front porch.

Jade laughed. “My legs still feel wobbly.”

I did that. We did that
. “I’m feeling a little relaxed myself.” He opened the door and she led the way. They found Trudy, Bob, and Candy in the living room chatting, still in golf attire.

“Have a nice day?” Candy inquired with a hint of naughtiness, as if she knew what they’d been up to. Perhaps she did. Jade’s hair was still a little damp from the shower. She appeared loose and glowing, as if she’d spent all day at a spa being soaked and rubbed.

Jade glanced at him, a reticent smile on her lips. “The best.”

“Say no more.” Bob held up his hand. “We don’t need details.”

“Coral is napping,” Trudy informed them. Rick knew she answered what would have been the next question out of Jade’s mouth, before she had a chance to ask.

“Thanks,” Jade said. “All of you. The day was exactly what I needed.”

“Where’s Dave?” Rick glanced at his watch, counting down the minutes until he could relax. The Honeycutts would need to head off soon so Rick could get his life back. And hopefully an investment, shortly. Maybe he’d work up the nerve to ask his wife out on a date.

“He’s upstairs on his laptop, checking his flights,” Bob said.

“Oh, no,” Jade mouthed.

“What? Why?” Rick dragged his fingers through his hair. “Are you insane, Bob? Who hooked the Wi-Fi back up?”

“Afraid I’d find out your little secret?” Dave asked from the top of the stairs.

“I can explain.” Rick spun around to face him. Nausea hit him hard and fast. His heart beat triple time.

“What’s going on?” Trudy looked from one to the other of the men.

“We should go,” Dave barked, as he marched down the stairs.

“I don’t understand,” Trudy said.

“These two aren’t really married.” He stopped midway. “They’ve been playing us.”

Holding up his hands, Rick said, “We are really married. It’s true Coral isn’t biologically my baby, but I’m not playing you.”
Who am I kidding?

“No,” Dave ground out between gritted teeth. “She’s the bastard child of a prominent city councilman and his whore.”

“David Alan Honeycutt!”

Jade gasped at his choice of words. Candy slapped her hand over her mouth. And Bob shot to his feet, his hands balled in fists same as Rick’s.

“Hey!” Rick stabbed his finger at Dave. “Watch how you talk about my wife and kid. I love Jade. I love Coral. I have no regrets. My business is my business. My personal life is just that—personal. If you don’t like it, you can shove your money.”

Jade squeaked out an exclamation of some sort and crumpled to the couch.

“Dave, you apologize right this second,” Trudy demanded.

“I will not.” He reached the bottom of the stairs. “Grab your purse, Trudy. We’re not staying here another second with these…these degenerates.”