Slow Burn (3 page)

Tessa laughed as she pulled him toward the Twirling Teacups.

Rick groaned and asked, “You know they're gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.”

“C'mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can't come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!”

She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?”

Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.”

He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I'm letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.”

“Fine. You can drive.”

Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”

Tessa laughed and said, “Oh good. My favorite color.”

Rick said nothing, though his look promised retribution. He merely slid into the tea cup and patted the bench next to him.

When she was seated next to him, her thigh brushing against his.

His tone conversational, he said, “So, this is the most emasculating first date I've ever had. This is a record.”

“So, I guess that means no carousel?” Tessa teased, as the music started up and the ride began to slowly move.

In answer, he grinned and then spun the wheel so she swayed into his chest. She started to right herself, but Rick put a halt to that when he wrapped an arm around her. Most of her upper body was now pressed against his chest.

The look on Rick's face was a mixture of both amusement and desire. As they continued to spin, neither of them manning the wheel, his smile faded. With a look of concentration, he slowly closed the distance between their mouths.

Tessa stretched up, pressing her lips against his. At the first brush of her lips against his, she felt a jolt of awareness run through her. When his hand came up to cradle her cheek, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, twining with hers.

She couldn't stop the soft moan that rose from the back of her throat as his hands cruised lazily along her hips and back. Even through the layers of her sundress and the thin cotton sweater she wore, she could feel the heat of his hands on her body.

His hands moved to tangle in her hair as he gentled the kiss. But instead of backing away as she expected, Rick began to nibble at her jaw and then trace a path down the side of her throat with his tongue.

Tessa could do nothing but tilt her neck and enjoy the sensations as he swirled and nipped at her. Her arousal grew with every hot, open mouthed kiss he placed against her sensitive neck. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

He released her when the tea cup finally wound down to a halt. Tessa took his hand as she stood on shaky feet. As he led her back out to the main thoroughfare, she struggled to remember the last time she'd been so turned on by nothing but a few kisses.

Rick slid an arm around her and asked, “Where to now?”

Though a few highly inappropriate thoughts ran through her mind, she glanced around and eventually said, “Everything else seems like it's for children and I'm going to have to veto the roller coaster.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Let's walk along the boardwalk, then.”

Hand in hand, they headed toward the back part of the island. As they walked, they both shared stories about themselves. Rick talked about his time as an MP and about his nephew, Mike. The way he spoke of him made it seem like he thought of him more like a son. That only made him more endearing.

Tessa talked to him about why she'd gotten into science in the first place. She glossed over any talk of her own family. Even now, the loss of her father and the way things fell apart afterward was a sore subject. He seemed to realize it was a touchy subject because he shifted topics relatively quickly. The rest of the walk they played the age old game of “Which would you rather?” in between kisses. It was pleasing to see that the sixteen year age gap didn't present much of a problem for them. They agreed on most books, movies, travel, and music.

Tessa found herself regretful that the evening was coming to a close when they boarded the last ferry back to the mainland. It was still early spring yet, so the ferry was almost entirely deserted. They stood against the railing as the last few passengers came aboard.

Rick stood behind her, his arms effectively trapping her against the railing. Not that she minded at all. With a sigh of contentment, she relaxed back against him.

She frowned when he backed away until she felt his lips against her neck again. She tilted her head and let out a soft moan when he scraped his teeth against her earlobe. Tessa rocked her hips back against his, and said, “You're driving me crazy, Rick.”

His hands moved from the rail to rest on her hips. He held them as he pressed his erection against her lower back. His mouth against her ear, his voice gravely, he said, “See what you do to me, Tessa.”

“Rick.” She almost whimpered as she rocked back against him. “Stop teasing. You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

“Let me touch you.”

They were on a ferry with a few other passengers, so she wasn't really sure how he intended to accomplish that. At this point, it didn't even matter. She was just about ready to let him take her right here against the railing.

“Touch me,” she begged, her voice filled with need.

He pressed her forward so she leaned against the railing, then lifted the front of her skirt. She immediately felt the cool breeze against her heated flesh and shivered. Was he really going to do this right here?

As if he heard her unasked question, he asked, “Should I stop?”

“No, Rick. Please don't stop.” When his hand slid inside her panties in response, she ground her aching pussy against his palm. Just a few kisses and she was on fire. She had no idea what she'd do if he stopped.

“You're soaked, Tessa.” He groaned as he skimmed the tips of his fingers against her slit. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

Tessa widened her stance slightly and felt his fingers dip inside her. When his fingers gently swirled around her clit, she moaned. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

Rick leaned his head back down and explored her neck with his tongue and teeth again. Every so often he would rock his hips against her. It was as if he was trying to remind her of how turned on he was.

There was no way she could have missed his fully erect cock pressing into her back. It felt huge, just like the rest of him. Even as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy against his hand, she was thinking about the moment he would bury his hard cock inside her.

In only a moment or two, the pressure began to build in her lower belly. The way his fingers circled and rubbed was creating the most delicious tension. If he was trying to get her off before they docked, then there was no doubt he'd succeed.

He seemed to be able to sense she was on edge. He lifted his mouth and asked her, “Are you about to come on my hand, Tessa? With all of these people just a few feet away? Does that make it even hotter?”

When she let out a small whimper, he said, “Answer me, Tessa. Does the idea of coming with all of these strangers just a few feet away turn you on?”

“Yes,” she admitted, in between panting breaths. “Oh God, keep talking. Don't stop.”

“Fuck, Tessa. That's it,” he said when she rocked her hips more frantically against his hand. “You have no idea how much I want to taste you, how much I want to bend you over this railing and slide my cock into your tight little pussy. Audience be damned. Is that what you want, Tessa?”

“Yes. Fuck. You have no idea how badly I want that.” She moaned, on the edge.

“Come for me,” he whispered in her ear, as he gave her clit a rough pinch. “That's it. Give it to me, Tessa.”

She cried out his name as she shuddered against him. Release tore through her, leaving her entire body feeling as though it pulsated from the inside out. She could feel it in her toes.

As his hand stilled, she slumped forward .“Holy shit.”

He slipped his hand out of her panties and adjusted her skirt. He was silent, so she turned just in time to catch him licking his fingers clean.

She felt another aftershock as she watched him. Jesus. She was normally somewhat conservative. Never in a million years would she have predicted Rick would have this effect on her. He looked her in the eye as he licked the last of her cream from his fingers.

His eyes were filled with need, but he simply pulled her up against his chest and said, “Well, I guess I can check that one off of my bucket list.”

She laughed. “You have a sexual bucket list?”

“Don't you,” he teased.

“I'm rethinking that option,” she said as she laid her head against his shoulder.

They stayed that way, snuggled together until the ferry docked a few minutes later. As they were disembarking, he took her hand and asked, “Where to now?”

“My place,” she said, looking over at him.

She saw a mixture of relief and anticipation on his face when he nodded. Tessa couldn't help but feel a little bit smug when he quickened their pace back to his truck.

When he helped her into the SUV and then moved around to his side of the vehicle, it gave her a minute to catch her breath. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to sleep with Rick on the first date?

After he was settled next to her, he shook his head and said, “God, you're gorgeous, Tessa.” Then he leaned in and gave her a hard kiss.

When he moved back over to his side of the car, put on his seat belt, and then started the truck, she let out a shuddering breath. Yeah. She was totally going to sleep with him on the first date. Several times if she had any say in the matter.

Rick was certain of only two things on the drive back from the Quay to Tessa's. First, he was certain there was no way she could possibly be the leak. She was too caring. Too earnest. She had spoken about her career, she'd explained her love of science. He just couldn't see anyone that devoted to her work selling secrets to the highest bidder.

The second thing Rick was absolutely certain of? The fact that he'd never needed to be inside someone so much in his entire life. Jesus!

What had happened on the boat was an entirely new experience for him. He'd never wanted someone so much that he didn't give a damn whether anyone saw him touch her. There was something about Tessa that drew out his predatory instincts. He'd been this close to fucking her right up against the rail of the ferry.

The drive back to her house was quiet, for the most part. Every so often, she would squirm in her seat. He could only guess what was going through her mind. Probably the same filthy thoughts going through his own. Assuming she was agreeable, he planned to fuck her against the first flat surface he could find.

When they reached her house, she slid out of the passenger seat before he could make his way around the car. Hand in hand they walked toward the door. Her silence made him wonder if she was having second thoughts.

He watched as she dug through her purse. As she tried to unlock her door, he saw her hand shake. He reached out and put his hand over hers.

“Tessa¸” he said. “We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I can just—”

“I'm a little nervous,” she said, cutting him off. “But I very much want you to come inside, Rick.”

He studied her, still unsure.

“Don't back out on me now,” she said, grinning at him.

He felt better, having heard her say it. He returned her grin and said, “Not a chance. I've wanted you since I first met you.”

The door now unlocked, she crooked her finger, gave him a wicked smile, and then said, “Come inside and you can have me.”

As soon as she'd closed the door behind him, he immediately crowded her. Pressing her back against the door, he lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a scorching kiss. Rick let his hands roam over her body. He stroked over her breasts, her waist, and her hips before he finally slid his hand up her skirt again.

Tessa clung to him like a lifeline, crying out when he shoved the soaked crotch of her panties aside and drove his fingers deep into her hot, wet cunt. Her legs buckled when he curled his fingers and rubbed them against her g-spot.

He could smell her arousal and it was driving him insane. “Fuck, Tessa. I need to taste you.”

“Oh God.” She moaned, rocking her hips against his hand. “There's no way I'm gonna be able to stand up while you do that.” On shaky legs, she led him to the couch.

Quickly, he stripped her out of her sweater and dress. When she stood before him in only a bra, panties, and thigh high stockings he said, “There's so much I want to do to you, Tessa. Here. Let's take off those panties, so I can lick your pussy until you scream.”

She moaned again and quickly slid her panties down.

He knelt down and helped her step out of them. When she sat down on the couch, he moved between her thighs. Then he gripped her hips and pulled her forward, so she was only inches from his mouth.

“Tessa,” he said, not taking his stare off of the swollen, wet pussy in front of him. “Put your legs over my shoulders, sweetheart.”

When she complied, he leaned forward and licked the juices that coated her inner thighs. Between swipes of his tongue against her soft skin, he murmured, “So good. I could do nothing but taste you for hours.”

She rolled her hips, clearly trying to redirect his attention. He ignored her silent plea and continued to lap at her inner thighs until she finally gripped at his hair and begged. “Rick, please.”

He used one hand to spread her wide, then ran his tongue in slow circles around her clit. When Tessa moaned and tensed beneath him, he knew he was on the right track. Using his free hand, he slowly buried two fingers inside her.

At her pleasured gasp, he flicked his tongue directly against her clit while she worked her hips against him. When he added a third finger, she cried out and pulled at his hair.

Between the sounds she was making and the way she clutched at his hair, holding him against her pussy, he was ready to lose his mind. Rick was absolutely certain he'd never been this hard in his life. He reveled in the feel and taste of her.

When he felt her pussy begin to flutter around his fingers, he knew she was on the edge. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it until she clamped down on his fingers and screamed. Using his palm, he pressed at her bucking hips, holding her in place. He licked and sucked at her until her body turned to melted wax against him.

Rick lifted his mouth and looked up at her. She was leaned back against the couch, her eyes closed, panting. As if she felt him gazing at her, she looked at him and very seriously said, “You need to patent that. Whatever you were doing with your tongue. Then tell the others. Do it for womankind.”

“Enjoyed that, did you,” he asked, smiling as he leaned back. His knee throbbed now. He needed to get up off of the floor. Shifting, he stood up with a slight wince.

“Oh, Rick. Are you okay? I didn't even think about your knee,” she said, standing.

“Yeah,” he said, waving her off. “I just need to stretch it for a minute.”

She frowned in concern and asked, “Would it help if I rubbed it?”

His thoughts turned immediately to the wicked. His voice ragged with desire, he said, “Oh, you can definitely rub it if you want to, sweetheart.”

She merely arched an eyebrow and then rubbed her palm directly against the bulge in his jeans. Teasing him, she asked, “Right here?”

Rick tilted his head back and groaned in response. “Yes, right there,” he eventually managed to say.

She rubbed him for a moment more before she began to undo at his belt. He reached up, unbuttoning his dress shirt. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to be buried inside Tessa. He was throbbing with need.

She managed to strip him out of his pants and boxers, then wrapped her palm around his dick. When she started stroking it firmly from root to tip, he groaned. “Tessa, baby. I need to be inside you.”

“I need that too,” she said as she continued stroking him.

He reached out to still her hand, then moved to where he'd kicked his jeans off. Rifling through the pockets, he retrieved his wallet. He pulled out the condoms he had tucked away in the side and tossed all but one on the table.

Rick tore open the condom and quickly rolled it on. At her hungry gaze, he seated himself on the couch and stroked his aching cock. His voice rough with need, he said, “Tessa. Come here.”

Tessa bit her lip as her eyes focused on his hand moving up and down his length. Then she shook her head and said, “You've got no idea how sexy that is.”

She finally took mercy on him and moved to straddle his thighs. Reaching down, she lined his cock up at her entrance and slowly sank down on him.

As much as he wanted to pull her down so he was completely buried inside her, he was entranced with the look of rapture on her face. Instead, he groaned. “That's right. Take every inch of it. Take it all, Tessa.”

When he was completely buried in her tight pussy, she said, “Fuck. You're so big. It hurts, but it feels so good. Oh—”

“Tessa,” he interrupted, worried. “We can stop. I don't want to hurt you.”

She slowly began to move her hips against him and she said, “I ache in the best possible way. I've never been so full before. Don't you dare stop me.”

Relieved, he reached behind her and tried to undo the clasp of her bra. He was desperate to put his mouth on every part of her. When he didn't find the clasp, he asked, “How does this thing work?”

Tessa laughed, clenching her internal muscles on his cock, and reached between her breasts to flick open the clasp.

He groaned and pulled one taut peak into his mouth the moment it came into view. They made twin sounds of pleasure as she clamped down on his cock once again.

While he sucked on her nipple, he let his hands roam down to her hips. He tried to help guide the motion, as he was desperate for her to speed up. She ignored him and glided along his cock at a slow but steady pace.

“Fuck.” He groaned against her breast. “You feel so good. Christ. I can feel you clenching around me.”

He pulled her nipple back into his mouth and rubbed the other gently between his fingers. When she moaned his name, he lightly grazed his teeth over the nipple in his mouth and gave the other a light tug.

“Fuck!” Tessa dug her nails into his shoulders and let out a long moan as she clamped down on his cock. He moaned helplessly, as she shattered to bits around him. Her rhythm faltered as she rode out the last of her orgasm.

Rick couldn't help but smile at her look of sleepy satisfaction. Still, he said, “Up. You're going to come on my cock at least once more before we're done here. Let's change positions.”

She moved off of him with a noise that sounded something like a purr of contentment. Her smile was almost radiant. She asked, “Where would you like me?”

A wicked grin on his face, he said, “Just about anywhere, Tessa.” At her look of surprise, he pulled her into his arms for a long, slow kiss. When his head began to spin, he softened the kiss and then led them both so they stood behind the couch.

She eyed him, obviously reading his intent and then bent over, bracing her arms against the couch. He moved to stand behind her, then watched her hips push back in search of him.

He ran the tip of his cock along her drenched folds and asked, “Was this what you were looking for, Tessa?”

Her voice breathy, she looked back at him over her shoulder and said, “Yes, please.”

He grinned and pushed the tip inside her. “Because you asked so nicely.”

When she pressed herself back against him again, he gave her ass a light slap and said, “Not yet.”

She moaned in response, which only made him harder. It appeared there was a very dirty girl under that polished exterior of hers. He reached forward and gripped the hair at the base of her neck. “I think you liked it when I smacked your ass. Didn't you, Tessa?”

Tessa rocked her hips back against him in response, so he gave her hair a light tug. “Didn't you, baby?”

“Yes.” She moaned, her back arched. “Please, Rick. Fuck me.”

He rocked his hips forward sliding into her, then groaned. “So good.” Releasing her hair, Rick anchored his hands on her hips and began to thrust into her at a punishing pace.

Tessa whimpered his name and then reached between her thighs to rub her clit. She moaned. “Oh God. Don't stop. Fuck, Rick!”

Rick felt her immediately clamp down on him. He groaned. “That's it, Tessa. Squeeze that tight little pussy around my cock. The way you clench around me feels so fucking good!”

She cried out once more and then let the hand that had been rubbing her clit drop away.

Hearing her scream out his name and then go lax with pleasure was all he needed to push him over the edge. The tight ball of pressure that had been gathering at the base of his spine exploded. He emptied himself into the condom, his hips bucking against her.

Rick immediately slumped forward, placing sloppy kisses against her shoulder. Regretfully, when he began to soften, he pulled out of her and asked, “Where can I get rid of the condom?”

She stood up. “Come here. I'll show you.”

He followed her, watching as she walked down the hallway completely unfazed by her nudity. He, on the other hand, was incredibly fazed by it. The sway of those delectable hips was even more pronounced without clothing. Christ, she was gorgeous.

She slowed, then pushed open a door and said, “Bathroom's in there.”

At his nod she added, “I'm going to go get some water and then go lay in there.” She pointed to a dark room at the end of the hall. “I'd be delighted if you'd join me.”

He appraised her openly and then gave her a grin. “Count on it.”

* * *

When Rick rolled over, he reached for Tessa but found the bed empty. He glanced at the small en suite bathroom but saw it was unlit. He was about to get up and go find her when he heard her raised voice. “I told you I would make the copies. I'll get them to you tomorrow.”

There was a brief pause and she said, “I know I said last week but something came up. Jesus, Mel. Did you really need to call me at 6:30 in the morning on a fucking Sunday to discuss this? Could this not wait until a decent hour?”

Another longer pause. “Then get someone else to do it for you. I'm risking my neck by even doing it. You could at least—”

“Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going back to bed now unless there's anything else I can do for you at six in the morning?”

Rick dropped his head back to the pillow and said, “Well fuck.”

When he heard her walking back down the hallway, grumbling, he rolled back over. He felt her slide quietly back into bed. He sleepily asked, “Where'd you go?”

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I tried not to wake you. Just a phone call.”