by Drea Riley
“Excited,” she breathed out. Rob’s hand slipped inside the cup of her bra, taking her taut nipple between his fingers, pinching slightly.
“Hmmm….does that mean you’re wet for me?” At her nod, he added, “Let me see how much.” His other hand found its way inside her soaking wet panties.
Rob kept his eyes trained on hers, wanting to catch every single response and emotion running across her features. He not only wanted to hear, but needed to see how much Rachel wanted him.
His composure almost snapped when he felt just how wet she was. Rachel grabbed his arms for support as his index finger rubbed her clit. Taking his hand away from her plump breast, he ordered her to take off her shirt.
“Take it off, Rachel, followed by your bra. I want you naked, baby.”
Rachel was slow in obeying his commands. All he had done so far was ply her clit with some pressure, and she was ready to burst. Her quick response turned him on even more.
Bracing his free hand on the door behind her, he leaned in and whispered near her ear, “Now the panties—pull them down and kick them out of the way.” All the while his fingers, now two of them, were buried deep in her pussy, as his thumb continued to play with her swollen little clit.
“Rob, oh, right there. Harder, more, please,” she moaned, convulsing around his fingers.
“Rachel, that will be the one and only time you come without my permission.” He waited until her screams of pleasure died down to issue his warning.
She snapped her eyes open after hearing his words.
“The hell I am. Just because you made me come with nothing more than your fingers doesn’t mean I have to obey you. I am still mad at you.”
“Really, baby? Mad at me? Because my fingers are bathed with how mad you are at me.” She had the good grace to look sheepish.
Removing his hand from between her legs, he pulled back, standing up to his full height. Rachel was standing in nothing more than her heels and a beautiful flush that spread across her whole body.
***
Well shit, Rachel didn’t have a response for that. It had been so long since someone had made her come with just their fingers. Rob had no problem where others had failed.
As she watched him stand up, she had to squeeze her thighs to try to stop the new moisture gathering there. It was not fair that she was naked and he was standing there fully clothed. His gaze took in every single inch of her not so perfect body, but no one would be able to tell by the look in his eyes. Rachel forgot about her not so perky breasts, not so flat belly, and fleshy thighs. Instead, she focused her attention on how she was going to survive the night, because Rob looked ready to fuck her all night long. But he was wearing too many damn clothes, and she needed to see him naked. She planned to fix that right now.
“It’s your turn to strip now.” Reaching out to him, Rachel grabbed a fistful of shirt and started pulling it off. She didn’t get very far.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me, baby.”
“So? I didn’t give you permission to touch me either, yet you did, and I enjoyed it very much. You will also enjoy me touching you very much.” Going for his zipper this time, Rachel got as far as pulling the zipper down before he stopped her again. She was mad now.
“Why the fuck do you keep stopping me? Have you changed your mind? You don’t like what you see?” Rachel began to question what she had seen in his eyes. She couldn’t have been way off base, could she? Shit, what the hell—
“I know you want that spanking as much as I want to give it to you, but if you ever question my desire for you again, or doubt yourself, you won’t be able to sit for at least a month.” Rachel could only stare openmouthed as his whole voice and demeanor changed. Gone was the dominant yet playful man who made her come from a few seconds ago. In his place stood the dominant who would discipline his woman not for pleasure, but to get his point across. “Do you understand, Rachel?”
She lowered her eyes and whispered her answer.
“Look at me when you answer me.”
Raising her head, Rachel looked at him dead on. “Yes, I understand. I will never question you or me.”
Rob nodded his head. “Now tell me what you want.”
That was easy. “I want you, Rob—touching me, kissing me, loving me. Only you.”
“Then go to my bed and wait for me. Turn down the sheets and lie down on your stomach.”
Rachel immediately began walking down the hall on shaking knees. Halfway down the hall, she realized she didn’t know which of the three doors was his room.
“Last door to the right,” he called out behind her. Rachel let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to his room. She saw the huge, sprawling bed dominating the room. By the time she lay down on the bed, she was close to coming against the cool sheets. Rachel remembered his warning and began reciting every single George Strait song she could think of.
Rob watched Rachel walk out of the living room with no clue where his bedroom was, but knowing she had to obey him. He helped her out and let her know which door led to his bed. He needed a couple of minutes to regain his composure. Seeing her come apart in his hands had released the sleeping beast within him. Hearing her question his need for her had only served to piss him off. Standing with a raging hard-on nobody could miss, she’d had the nerve to ask if he had changed her mind.
Rachel was lucky he was an understanding kind of guy, because his hand began twitching, waiting for the first smack to land on her upturned ass. But instead he decided to show her how much he wanted her. After she left his bed tomorrow morning, Rachel would never again question him or, most importantly, doubt her own bewitching self.
Not wanting to give her more time to think, he began walking to his future. By the time he entered the room, Rob had removed his shirt and opened the front of his jeans. Pulling the jeans down along with his briefs, he stood naked, looking over at the tempting vision on his massive bed. Her eyes were trained on him, growing larger as he dropped his jeans. Walking over to the bed, he stopped at the edge of it.
“What should I do first, do you think? Spank this gorgeous ass of yours?” He reached out and lightly touched said behind. “Or let you suck me off?” This time he took his dick in one of his hands and began pumping himself. The traitor jumped in his hand as he watched her drop her eyes to his groin and lick her lips in anticipation.
“Maybe I will just jack off and leave you in a state of arousal all night as punishment.”
“Rob, please, don’t leave me like this. Please, please,” she pleaded from the bed. He was happy she had not tried to get up or reach for him. That coupled with the longing in her voice sealed her fate. The fact that he would expire if he didn’t make her his overpowered everything else. He wanted to hear her screaming his name over and over again, all night long, for the rest of their lives. He wanted to brand her soul to his, spoiling her for any another man but him. Just because he was southern didn’t make him a gentleman. Not when it came to his woman. He continued the torture for just a few more minutes.
“Hmmm, maybe I can be persuaded to make you mine tonight. You could rise up onto your knees, your ass up in the air, ready for me to take you from behind.” He watched as her hips began to rise. He couldn’t help himself; his palm landed on her cheek, her cry of surprise and pleasure filling the room. It felt so good he couldn’t help but do it again and then six more times before he spoke once more. “As much as I would love to take you this way, I think I want you flat on your back, your legs spread wide, waiting for me to sink into this sweet pussy,” his hand had cupped her from behind, “then wrapped around my waist, your heels digging into the small of my back as you move with me, against me, before exploding around me.”
“Rob! Please stop talking and hurry the hell up. Please, I’m so close, so fucking close, I don’t think I can stop myself from coming all over your sheets. I need you inside me now!” she implored, turning over and spreading her legs just as he’d said, opening her arms to him.
Well fuck, there was only so much a mortal man could take. Lunging onto the bed, he fell into her welcoming arms, taking her in a kiss meant to steal her breath, leaving them both mindless to everything but each other. As their tongues dueled, he settled himself between her lovely thighs and rubbed the head of his cock at her entrance, teasing them both. She broke the kiss.
“Oh God, Rob, yes, please, oh….” Hearing her moan and whimper as she moved against him drove him to the brink of insanity. Reaching down between their bodies, he opened her up for his entry. In one hard push, every single inch of his member was seated to the hilt in her slick tightness. Rob couldn’t help but let out a growl of pleasure at how she fit him perfectly.
“Wrap your legs around me, Rachel, and hold on.” Rob waited until she did as he asked before moving. Then he didn’t stop until Rachel had screamed herself hoarse, heels digging a hole into his lower back, hands clutching his back so hard they probably broke the skin. Then and only then did he allow her to come.
“Do it now, Rachel—come for me now, sugar.” With her head thrown back, exposing the beautiful line of her neck, she arched into him and detonated in such a fiery explosion he was powerless to stop himself from coming with her. Roaring as he slid deep one last time, Rob emptied his seed inside her womb. Zapped of his energy, he fell beside her, trying to catch his breath.
Rachel was not sure she would be able to go to work tomorrow. Nope, she couldn’t feel her lower limbs, and her heart was still racing inside her chest. Surely this was not something she could do over and over and not keel over from pleasure overload.
Some time later, she was able to lift her head and turn to look at Rob, who looked to be asleep, his breathing like hers, finally back to normal. Sighing, she lay back down and closed her eyes and rested. A huge smile pasted on her face, she sent a telepathic fist bump to Jonica and mentally did her happy dance. She was going to rename herself Rachel, conqueror of Rob. She may be bowlegged and limp kneed, but he was asleep first. Round one: RACHEL. As she fell asleep, she thought about her bashful giant. He was silent and dominant. Dark and mysterious, but where it mattered, he was ALL MAN.
A simple, soft-spoken man, who was freaking insatiable. She was awakened yet again for the third time that night to a screaming orgasm. Checking the ability to walk off her list of things possible for the next day, she flung her hand out at her sides and prayed that God let her live through the pleasure that was wracking her body.
Some time later she almost wished she’d died, not because the loving wasn’t great, but because she now had to face Jonica. There would be no hiding in bed, because if they didn’t show up in Jonica’s office, Jonica would be busting down the door, not caring if they were clothed or not. Cuddling closer to him, Rachel closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep. If Jonica was going to kill her, at least she could die in the arms of the man she loved.
“Honey, wake up,” came from somewhere above her head. Rachel ignored it as she lifted the blankets over her head. She was exhausted and nowhere near ready to wake up and get her tired body out of bed.
“Leavemealone.”
“Rachel, come on, honey, you have to get up. I have a bath ready for you.”
“Go away,” she said more forcibly. She yelped as Rob pulled the covers off and lifted her out of the bed and over his shoulder. “Damn it to hell, Rob,” she yelled as he smacked her bottom.
Rob remained silent as he carried her into the bathroom and then set her down.
“In the tub, Rachel.”
Narrowing her eyes at him, she stepped into the tub and sat down. The warm water felt so good she almost forgave his high-handedness.
“Now aren’t you happy that I woke you up?”
“Fuck you.”
“You already did, honey, very thoroughly. Now scoot up.” Rachel did, and he fitted himself behind her, pulling her into him. Rachel closed her eyes and relaxed as Rob began to massage her scalp.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to tell Jonica?”
Rachel groaned. “No, but it’s going to take lots of groveling. Lots and lots of groveling.”
Rachel and Rob made their way to Jonica’s office in silence. Rob squeezed her hand as they got nearer.
“I should probably go in there alone.”
“Rachel, you heard Jonica—she wanted to see both of us. Now quit fretting. Everything will be okay.”
Rachel knocked once before she opened the door to an empty office. The computer wasn’t even on, so she knew Jonica was not in yet. Going over to the desk, she called her cell phone. When it went straight to voicemail, she tried her house number. When that too went to voicemail, she called Mami’s house.
“Hello,” Mami came on the phone.
“Morning, Mami, how you feeling this morning?”
“What you mean, how am I feeling? Girl, I feel like I just birthed an elephant. I haven’t wanted anything twixt my nethers in weeks. I am lonely. And then you go and piss Jonica off, and instead of spending a good night getting rubbed by my husband, I have to sit up and listen to her cussin’ and raving about you losing your mind and how you are getting laid like you just got off a plane in Hawaii. Why would she say some shit like that to me? I saw that cute bumpkin who came up here to talk to Jonica about you. Did he ride you bowlegged? Oh, here comes Pablo with my lunch—he has the highest roundest ass; I wonder if I can get him to wear some scrubs. We could make like I was still in the hospital and…never mind, you go make up with my baby, and then you can come tell me how good that boy does it. I saw him when he came to the hospital to check on Jonica. Bet he’d make a pair of scrubs look scrumptious. Anyway, you and my baby get it told and make up. Pablo is walking around here like I am glass—I may never get none again, so I’ll be living through the two of you. Oh, and if she breaks your neck, I am taking your man. He looks like he’d like to learn a little of what Mami can teach him, eh?”
By the time she hung up, Rachel was ten shades of red, Rob laughing his ass off in the background.
“Just wait until you meet Mami—you’re not going to be laughing then,” Rachel huffed out of the office.
Rob drove his truck to Jonica’s house, since he refused to get into her car. Rachel didn’t argue the point because she didn’t think Rob would fit comfortably, and she didn’t want anything else to happen to her baby.
By the time they reached Jonica’s house, Rachel was mad again. He didn’t need directions, and she was wanting to know why. Looking at him, arms crossed under her chest, she raised her brow at him. Not like the Rock, but close enough that Rob got the hint.
“You are a jealous handful, you know that, Rachel?” he smirked as he got out and came around to her side. Pulling open the door, he turned her so he was fitted between her thighs. “Jonica asked me to bring her some files here to her house, and to the hospital. That’s why I know where she lives,” he explained against her lips. “Green looks beautiful on you, sugar, but you know you have nothing to worry about. Or do you need me to remind you that you belong to me?”
Rachel pushed at his chest, not wanting to get carried away for anyone who happened to be walking by or spying out the windows to see. “You got it wrong, sugar—it’s you who belongs to me,” she sassed as she slipped down the truck. His laughter followed her all the way to the front door. He stopped smiling when a very naked, very tall mystery man opened the front door.
Shit, Rachel herself almost swallowed her tongue after noticing just how, uhm, tall he was. Jonica threatened her from somewhere inside the hall. Rachel had to look around the tall naked man to search her friend out.
“Cabrona, your eyes better not go any lower, or it’s the last thing you are going to see.”
“Bitch, since it’s at eye level, I don’t see how you’re going to stop me. Hell, I don’t need to look any lower—it’s right damn there.” And it was true. Rachel didn’t really mean to check him out, but it couldn’t be helped. Well, until Rob made it to her side. He wasted no time putting
one of his large paws over her eyes, blocking the view.
“Aw, come on, Rob, I need to talk to Jonica and find out why she was holding out on me, not telling me Mr. Tall and Naked—” she objected, trying to pull his hand down but failing miserably.
“You must be Jonica’s little sister, Rachel. I’m Zeke.”
“Ex-sister,” Jonica yelled out.
“She has told me all about you.”
“Yeah, well, she hasn’t told me anything about you. I would shake your hand, you know, but I don’t want to grab the wrong thing, since I can’t see,” Rachel couldn’t help but add, emphasizing the last word. She smiled at Rob growling beside her, Jonica threatening her some more, and the naked man laughing. Her smile vanished when he spoke again.
“Rob, good to see you again. Come on in while I go get dressed.”
Rachel didn’t move. “How the hell does he know your name, Rob? You know him? Why the hell am I the last one to know everything? Jonica, what the hell have you been hiding from me?” Rachel turned herself loose from Rob and stomped inside the house, stopping to check out naked man’s ass. All the while Jonica stood, threatening to serve her eyeballs in martini glasses with lots of gin, barely covered in a towel from down the hall. Rachel ordered Rob to cover his eyes.
***
“Hey, how come I can’t look at Mr. Naked but you get to see Jonica...ain’t right...bitch, don’t bend, breath, or fart...for God’s sake, go get dressed, and do not, whatsoever you do, drop that towel.”
Rob dropped his hand just in time for Jonica to toss the towel from her bedroom doorway and have it land with a wet thump on Rachel’s head. He tried to hold back his laughter but gave up the fight when Rachel shouted, “This better not be coated with what coulda been my future nieces and nephews, I know that damn much!” Both he and Zeke roared with laughter as Rachel pounded on the closed door.
Rob composed himself enough to walk over to Rachel, throw her over his shoulder, and walk back out, stopping only to speak to Zeke. “Meet us at Whiskey’s tonight at six for drinks, so the girls can talk and everyone is dressed.” Zeke nodded his head in agreement.
