First & Long

by Jesse Jordan

  Su Lin bites her lip, worried. “And Harvey wants to be a weapons merchant?”

  I shake my head, sighing. “If it was just that, I’d be less worried. Su Lin, Harvey wants to have power, plain and simple. If he can get that through selling weapons, he’ll do it. If he can do it through holding people’s lives hostage because he controls their lights and power… he’ll do that too. He doesn’t care how, he just sees going after Pentagon contracts as a way to get power. He doesn’t care if he helps people or kills people.”

  Su Lin nods. “So you need an heir.”

  “Harvey knew, when we formed Kelley-Stone, about my health issues. So Harvey was more than willing to give up majority control as I reinvested my fortune into K-S since he knew my body’s a ticking time bomb. The rules are simple: my majority shares cannot be transferred except to my blood heir. If I try and sell them, he has right of first refusal and to buy them hostilely. If I try and pass them on to a non-blood relative, they convert to a non-voting share that draws money, but no control. So, unless I have a blood heir to pass them down to, Harvey Stone can take the fruit of all my work, and twist it to his own ends. I can’t let that happen.”

  Su Lin thinks, then nods. “Okay. Thank you for being honest, and I’m still on board helping you. On one condition, Rick.”

  “What’s that?” I ask, and Su Lin smiles slightly.

  “Respect. Rick, I’ll help you in your goal, I don’t want to see a monster unleashed on the world. At least, not another one. But if that’s the case, I don’t want to stop one monster only by helping another. Rick, breakfasts with you have been nice, spending a little bit of time with you is nice, but you haven’t respected me. I’ll try to earn it, but… but I need your respect too.”

  Her simple request strikes me, and all I can do is nod. After a moment, I clear my throat. “You’re right. I can’t promise changing your feelings overnight, I’m not stupid.”

  “Hardly.”

  I chuckle, Su Lin’s got a great wit when she wants to show it off. “Well then, welcome home. And let’s see what we can do about respecting and getting to know each other better.”

  Su Lin

  “Damn.”

  I look down at the toilet, where red pearls dot the water, and sigh in frustration. Of course we could have had me taking tests as early as a week ago, but both Rick and I felt that excessive testing would just be a waste of time. Either I’m pregnant, or I have my period, and we wait until a week post-end-of-cycle to start trying again.

  Guess we have our answer. I clean myself up, grabbing a pad from the medicine cabinet and lining my panties before pulling on some loose pants and a bra before changing clothes. During the first two days of my period, I’ve learned from hard experience that I tend to bloat, and anything restricting is painful, especially around my stomach area. So away go the fashionable dresses, jeans, and slacks that Freida’s helped me pick out for learning how to dress American, and out come a pair of loose cotton pants and a t-shirt. I even decide to skip shoes, the house is warm and even my feet tend to swell on my period.

  “Hey, you look different,” Freida says when she finds me an hour later in the library, trying to read a book and failing. “Are you okay?”

  “No,” I fume, snapping the book closed. “I… I started my period and feel like shit.”

  Freida swallows, nodding. “Thought we’d find out around this time. I kept hoping that every day you didn’t say anything… well, you know.”

  “I know,” I reply honestly. I set my book aside and try to sit up, but whether it’s the hormones or the cramps, I can’t. My stomach hurts too much and I lean back against the cushions of the couch, growling. “Fuck.”

  “You’re certainly learning how to talk like an American,” Freida quips, not dropping her smile at all when I glare at her. “Come on, you know what I’m talking about.”

  “Yes… but I’d curse in English even in China,” I say. “It’s a good way to let of frustration while not having a lot of people understand you.”

  “I do the same in German,” Freida acknowledges. “I used to use Spanish, but there’s enough people who know what I’m saying now, it doesn’t work very well. What’s the issue?”

  “Cramps,” I admit. “Back in Beijing, when I had to work during my period, I’d barely sit down all day. I either laid down, or I stood on my feet.”

  “You know what works well for me?” Freida says. I give her a raised eyebrow, and she shrugs. “Okay, yeah, I don’t have periods. Sorta goes with the territory. But when I’m stiff and sore and don’t want to move around much, the hot tub Rick’s installed is amazing.”

  I think, and the more I do, the more appealing Freida’s idea sounds. I’ve seen the pool area, Rick’s got something called an ‘endless pool’ that I haven’t played around with, but also a hot tub that looks luxurious. “It sounds nice but… well, I don’t have a suit.”

  “Skinny dip then,” Freida says with a chuckle. “I’ll tell the other staff to avoid the pool area, and you can just let it all hang out.”

  I shake my head, but take her offered hand to get to my feet. “I’ll find something. Thank you.”

  I go back to my room, looking through my clothes. Finally, for some reason, I settle on a daring, lightweight set of lingerie that Rick provided for me. While it’s far sexier than any swimsuit I’ve ever worn, the wispy, silky thong and bra combination feels good on my skin as I change. I set my other clothes aside and pull on a large fluffy cotton bathrobe before walking downstairs to the pool area.

  True to her promise, there’s a sign taped to the door. Do not enter. In private use by Mrs. Kelley.

  While I can’t say that I appreciate Freida declaring that I’m going to be inside, the gesture is appreciated, and I slip inside the door, closing it behind me. There’s no lock, but I guess that’s to be expected.

  The hot tub is warmed up already, with wisps of steam rising off of the water and the pleasant scent of cedar filling the air. I shrug off my robe and switch on the bubbles, familiarizing myself with the controls.

  Stepping into the water is like stepping into pure luxury, and I sigh as I find the curved bed that makes up the seat and settle against it. The jets of water are perfect, pummeling my lower back and the stiff muscles of my legs until I feel like I’m about to melt into the water.

  I lean back, closing my eyes and letting myself drift away. I feel secure, the way the edge of the tub is setup there’s a slight ridge that cradles my neck as I relax. I don’t think I nod off, but the combination of the gentle rushing sound of the jets, the smell of whatever scent is being used in the water, and the feeling of my muscles finally starting to uncurl inside me makes time slip away.

  Suddenly, I’m aware that I’m not alone, and I open my eyes to see Rick watching me from the edge of the tub. I make a startled little squeak and half thrash, slipping and dunking myself into the swirling water. I come up sputtering, wiping at my eyes and blinking furiously. “What… what are you-?”

  “Shhhh,” Rick says, waving me down. “I saw the sign, and just had to come in. Is everything okay?”

  I shake my head, trying to readjust myself on the seat but finding it hard with Rick looking at me. “No,” I finally admit. “I… I’m sorry. I started my period today.”

  “So you came down here to try and relax. Probably on Freida’s advice, I recognize the handwriting.”

  His eyes roam over my body, and he smirks before standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. I watch, gulping as his chiseled torso comes into view, unsure of what’s going on. “What are you doing?”

  “You’re wearing a five hundred dollar set of lingerie in a hot tub,” Rick says with a smirk. “Which, by the way, makes it look better than it did when I saw it online and had it purchased for you. But if you’re going to do that, then I reserve the right to join you in the tub.”

  Rick pushes his jeans down and my pulse speeds up some more as he climbs in, wearing just his boxer briefs. The black fabric molds to e
very inch of his skin, and I’m very aware of just how sexual he can be as he leans back on the other side of the small tub, watching me with desire in his eyes. “Mmmm, your choice on the jets is perfect,” he says with faux disregard, stretching out. “Just right for getting my legs.”

  “You worked out already today?” I ask, trying to maintain my composure as I feel Rick’s eyes roam over me. “I didn’t know.”

  “You seemed a bit distant at breakfast, and today was about heavy lifting,” Rick admits. He reaches down, picking up my right foot and putting it on his lap. “While I mix it up, I do go very heavy from time to time.”

  I gasp as Rick begins to rub my feet, kneading the sole of my foot and sending lightning bolts of sensation up my leg to pulse in my stomach. “Where… where did you learn that?”

  “I picked up reflexology and therapeutic massage one summer when I was really pushing myself hard both in the lab and in the gym. I was balancing the different stresses I was feeling, but at the same time I was left a collection of knots and stiff joints that hurt nearly as much as the stress. So I took a week off and went to a seminar.”

  “You learned how to do this in just a week?” I moan, realizing I’m massively turned on. It’s so easy to be turned on with Rick though, the way he looks, the piercing power of his eyes and the dominating magnetism of his presence all combine into an erotic, hypnotic aura that draws me in almost whenever he wants. He’s a walking epitome of manhood, and after knowing how he can make me feel, watching him rub his thumbs over my foot and up my calf has me trembling, nearly mewling like a kitten. “Rick….”

  “Shhhh,” he says, setting my foot down and sliding around next to me. “I know you’re on your period, but who cares? Maybe I just want to show you another way to take care of the cramps.”

  Before I can reply he kisses me, his lips soft and tender before his tongue strokes on my lower lip, demanding entrance. I can’t resist, opening to him as he cups my breast through my now translucent bra and massaging the soft flesh. I cup his face, kissing him back and swirling my tongue around his as he soul kisses me deeply. I run my other hand down his arm and over his back, feeling the hard textures of his muscles, amazed again at how they never feel exactly the same twice. I could spend years exploring the way his body fits together with my fingers and with my tongue if he’d let me.

  Rick slides his hand lower, between my thighs and urging them apart. “I promise you,” he says, his eyes glinting merrily, “just let your legs drift, and you’ll feel so much better in a few seconds.”

  I do as he says, and as my legs part almost all the way, my hips shift, and pleasure explodes through my body. I’ve slipped down a few inches, and suddenly the pulsing water which had been working the back of my right leg is massaging my pussy. “Ohh….”

  “Mmmm, you look so sexy like that,” Rick says, kissing across to my ear and licking my earlobe before biting it gently. His hand never stops, slipping inside the cup of my bra to pull my breast out, pinching and tweaking my nipple as he does. “You feel good?”

  “Mmm… yessss...” I mewl, trying in my blurred, fogged mind to speak English still. I want to lapse back into Chinese, I can barely think and it’s so much easier that way, but I want to let Rick know how good this feels too… “mmm… you fuck me better, but this is good too….”

  “That’s good to know,” Rick chuckles. “I have to admit, you’re the best fuck of my life too. Nobody makes my body feel the way you do as I fill you with my big, throbbing cock and thrusting all the way inside you...”

  He keeps talking, a never ending stream of dirty, sexy words that swirl around in my brain. All I can feel is the amazing sensations of my pussy being pleasured, his hands tweaking my breasts as he switches from side to side, the electricity humming through my body to the point I’m almost certain I’m going to electrocute him. I can feel his cock pressing against my side and I reach down, cupping him under the water and reaching inside his underpants, fishing him out to wrap my hand around the base and stroking him as the tide of pleasure rises higher inside me.

  “Mmmm, that’s it baby,” Rick says as I pump his cock. “Do you want it?”

  “Yesss….” I mewl. “I need your cock.”

  “Get on your knees,” Rick says, backing up and picking me up by my waist. He turns me over and I get on my knees, my upper body hanging over the side of the tub as Rick gets behind me. My head is spinning, whether from the heat, the sex, a mix or what I don’t know, but before I can even recover Rick’s tugged my thong to the side. Grabbing my hair, he pulls me tight before thrusting into me hard, shoving his cock all the way inside me until he’s buried fully within my tight walls. “Fuck that’s hot.”

  His words and the savage pleasure of his thrust push me over and I squeeze him, quivering as I begin to orgasm around his cock. Rick gives me a few seconds to feel the wave crest before he pulls back and thrusts again, pounding my body hard. I can feel the slap of his hips against my ass as he takes over, not punishing me but taking my body on another trip through the heavens. I lower my head as he lets go of my hair, the feelings are too much as I sob for air, my lungs burning it’s so much. It’s overloading me, and I can feel another orgasm building inside me quickly as he grinds his cock inside me, the head of his cock rubbing over my inner spot with every long stroke.

  “Rick… oh god Rick I can’t….”

  “Yes you can,” Rick grunts, his fingers tightening. “Just a few more seconds.”

  I feel his cock swell as soon as he finishes speaking and know what’s coming. Still, it doesn’t prepare me for the enormous explosion through my body as Rick comes, filling me and pushing me over into another climax that rips the last of the air from my lungs and leaves black fireworks exploding in front of my eyes as I squeeze them shut, desperately trying to keep myself from passing out.

  Rick pulls me to him, keeping himself inside my body as he lifts me in his powerful arms, turning the two of us around and settling back in the water. I lay my head back against his shoulder, trying to comprehend what just happened. This wasn’t sex for getting pregnant, I’m as far from being able to get pregnant as possible right now.

  This was something else. Rick seemed to be committed to making me feel good, and as he holds me safe and secure in the tub, I realize something…

  I like this feeling. And I want more of it.

  Rick

  “Another one?” I ask Freida, who’s looking at me from across the lab with a resigned look on her face. “For fuck’s sake Freida, I was trying to wrap this lab work up so that I could take a week off and go with Su Lin somewhere. She’s coming up on her prime time of her cycle again you know, and I thought we could enjoy some more relaxed accommodations.”

  “I know,” Freida says, sighing. “I just told Su Lin, and she gave me a stream of Mandarin that leaves me wanting to learn the language, just to know who she was cursing out.”

  “I’m sure she’s disappointed,” I reply, rubbing at my temples. I look at my lab work, and realize there’s nothing time sensitive going on. To hell with it. “Okay Freida, I want you to go behind me, back up all my data and copy it to the mobile hard drive. Prep my mobile office, I’ll run work on the Panther as we fly.”

  “Of course,” Freida says. “What will you be doing?”

  I give Freida a half smile, shrugging. “Telling my wife that I’ve got a really important call from the office and that a madman is trying to take over my company again. Hey, New York has some good restaurants, right?”

  Freida chuckles. “I’ve heard they’ve got a few. Why?”

  “Book us reservations. Five nights in the New York penthouse, so five restaurants. And make sure one of them is the best damn Chinese food in the city. None of that fusion shit either, but authentic stuff by a chef who literally just walked his ass out of the Forbidden City last week.”

  “And the rest?”

  I shrug. “Good stuff. New York’s supposed to be a melting pot, right? So let’s sample what the m
elting pot has to offer. In the meantime, I’ll go talk with Su Lin.”

  I leave my lab, crossing the mansion and up the stairs, checking Su Lin’s room. Finding it empty, I start searching, finding Su Lin in the gymnasium, using the open space to practice her wushu. She’s using the twin swords that we got for her to practice with, and watching her twirl and thrust, I’m impressed. It’s artistic, it’s deadly, and I have to admit she’s beautiful like this.

  With a sharp yell she finishes her form, one sword over her head and the other stabbed straight forward to impale an invisible opponent. I step forward some more, clapping softly. “Guess I know not to piss you off, not unless I want an unexpected vasectomy,” I joke. “And you said you’re out of practice with weapons?”

  “I was,” Su Lin says, niftily reversing her swords and walking back over to the weapons rack on the wall, where she sheathes them both. “I’m not back to where I used to be, but I’m getting there.”

  “Freida told me about New York,” I say softly, coming up behind her and putting my hands on her shoulders. She’s not wearing a wushu uniform but a simple white tanktop over a sports bra, and her light caramel colored skin is warm under my fingers. “I’m sorry.”

  “You have to do what you have to do,” Su Lin says. “I know that.”

  “Well, don’t worry,” I promise her. “I already told Freida, we’re still going to take a five day vacation, it’ll just have to be in New York rather than Colorado. What do you say?”