The Rental

by Rebecca Berto

  He magnetised to every part of me—forehead rested on mine, nose sidled close, lips breathing in my air, and his hands, oh, how they latched onto me, up my back and straight and firm up to my shoulders, where they hooked over the sockets. He held me so closely, and with so much need, I had an inexplicable urge to weep.

  “I love you, Vee. And I know what you’re worried about. If they fire me, I’m never going back to Sydney; I’m never dealing his stuff. I’ll find another way. If I had the power, I’d shift the earth so you always faced the sun and you’d never feel darkness. I’ll. Make. This. Work.” He grasped one side of my face with his big hand, making me feel safe inside.

  A tight breath flew out, releasing my heart for him. I melted my lips into his neck. With soft hands over his chest while he caged me, I replied, “I love you, too, Rick.”

  “I’ve loved you for so long. I swear, I’m trying to be happy for you working there, but I can’t seem to when I want to own you, every beat of your heart, every touch, every kiss. I need to fit into your plans so badly it hurts.” He thrust his chest deeper into my hands, squeezing a moan from my lips, especially made for him. “So possessively it’s like seeping poison inside.”

  “Baby,” I hummed. “I love you, and nothing will change that. I’m not theirs, those clients. They’re renting me for everything but not for what matters. I’m not touching them how I do you exclusively.”

  “You know what I mean.” His voice was low, not angry, but sad, like all the hope had been drained from him and this was what was left.

  I knew what he must have been going through.

  I couldn’t suck another guy like I did him, and they couldn’t have sex with me, but they could touch me through my pants, make me expose myself, tie me up, spill themselves on me, rub themselves on certain parts of me. Kiss me. The possibilities made me taste something sour at the back of my throat.

  I dreamed of the day I could be the girlfriend Rick needed me to be, but I had hardly started the marathon. I had stamina, but was it enough? There wasn’t anything else for us that provided the same way The Rental did.

  I didn’t want to be a prostitute and feel dirty. I didn’t want to be a stripper and feel like just another girl. I wanted to be the student and let The Rental show me how to quench my cravings with Rick there by my side.

  He must have sensed something because he pushed himself up and looked down into my eyes. “What?”

  “I won’t feel a damn thing for them when I’m rented. I can promise you that. My heart belongs to you, Rick Delaney, and it’s a gift no one can buy, borrow, or steal.”

  He grabbed my thighs and pulled me close to him. I wrapped my legs around his. He pressed the pads of his thumbs into my neck, settling his chin against my shoulder, kissing, sucking, and licking the skin there. “What I needed to know,” he said, finally. “Can I come over tonight when your mum is asleep?”

  My throat suddenly dry and tight, I nodded into his hair, smelling his cologne and deep masculine scent.

  “Good,” he breathed against my neck.

  I whispered hoarsely, “You want to be my dirty little secret now, hmm?”

  “For this, yes. Absolutely.”

  • • •

  RICK ARRIVED AT my house, not at my front door, but at my window. Which was lucky. It was midnight and Mum definitely wouldn’t have let a man inside our house. She had made it quite clear what they wanted.

  Oh, shit. Was Rick really going to … like he suggested …

  I couldn’t even finish my thought, hyperventilating as I rushed to my window and slid it open.

  I took him in, the way his body seemed giant as he ducked through the space. He leant over and pulled a leg through, then the other, and rose to full height. He had loose pants on and a T-shirt under a slim hoodie. My panties melted on the spot. I considered holding him down and making him fuck me, but I had less than half the strength he possessed. And the forcing part? Highly unlikely when he stared at me in the same way I did him.

  “She’s asleep?” he asked.

  I nodded rapidly.

  “You weren’t?”

  I walked to him and took his hand, and he let me drag him to my bed. “Not with what you asked me earlier.”

  He smiled into my lips. It was contagious. As I tried to kiss him, I smiled stupidly against his widely stretched lips. I pulled back to see him just as happy as I was, except on him, those dazzling white teeth and luscious lips eclipsed my sexiness.

  He breathed hard and picked me up, placing me around his waist. I held on as we kissed, falling down into my bed, and squeaking with the old bed springs. He was as driven as a predator on a hunt as he kissed me and crawled upwards, sending me scrambling back up to my pillows. His strong arms grasped the duvet until we stopped at the head and he thrust his hips into me.

  He was hardening, the lump at his crotch rising against my thin cotton shorts. While he unzipped his hoodie, he never broke our kisses, using both hands to strip off the garment, back arched, but lips crashing onto and around mine.

  “You sure she’s asleep?”

  “Yes, Rick. Asleep. Gone to the world. To us.” I pushed him back by pressing two fingers to his lips. He tried to bite them, and I caught my breath. “What do you really have to say, Rick?”

  “Do you remember that time I saw you at the skate rink? With … Well, you didn’t hear what I said to you. I know that because if you had, this would have happened a long time ago.”

  “W-what?”

  “I told you to call me, but only if you wanted because I’d be far away, and I couldn’t come back for a long time, but I’d be yours if you wanted.”

  My heart leapt into my throat and crammed itself there, making my breathing ragged and forced as my pathetic lungs fought to suck in enough air. I began to gasp, and my eyes burned with sadness. I steeled my lips together. I would not cry. Not now.

  I was meant to tell him I could deal with his problems, but I hadn’t heard. It was my fault he’d not said a word. Or called. Or acted like he cared.

  I crushed my eyelids together to block out the source of my guilt, but it didn’t change the heaviness in my chest and how it poured to my eyes.

  “Hey,” Rick whispered, brushing my cheek and up to my temple with his knuckles.

  I opened my eyes and stared into the love washed over his content expression. There wasn’t a trace of anger there.

  “I said I knew. You think I’d believe you ignored me on purpose? Baby, I knew you felt things for me then. Maybe not how deep, but I knew we had spoken few words and understood thousands, millions more through our eyes,” he kissed mine as I fluttered them shut momentarily for him, “and lips,” he pecked mine, “and heart.” He drew down the lace edging of my night top and kissed my breastbone.

  “I loved you then, Rick. You have no idea. I was so stupid.”

  “It worked out, didn’t it? That’s all that matters.”

  I nodded, pouting hard to fight my sadness. “Quick, kiss me better,” I said.

  He looked into my eyes, not kissing me at all as he pulled off the thin straps of my top from each shoulder, revealing my breasts, my perked nipples. They’d grown hard from our contact. His eyes zeroed in on them and he opened his mouth, suckling one. He attached like I was his essential. With his fingers, he plucked my other nipple to ensure it stayed a hard bud. It would’ve anyway, but Rick massaged and licked and sucked and pinched my nipples for several minutes after that, grinding his hardness against my inner thigh. My panties, without a doubt, were soaked through.

  He discovered this as he withdrew from my red raw chest, aching, almost stinging but completely tender with love. I lifted my hips for him, and he watched his hands as they pulled down my shorts. His eyes bulged at one point, and I knew it was the darkened strip under me, the evidence of how hard my mind and body needed him, how deeply he affected me.

  “Grrr,” he hissed as he sunk low and suckled on the material of my panties.

  I threw my forearm ov
er my mouth and bit down hard, screaming into my arm.

  The heat of his breath combusted the flap I’d held shut to control myself. Now it was like an open floodgate, and I writhed with a tightness that needed release. His tongue danced up and down over my slit, then his whole mouth came down and clamped fully over my sex.

  I screamed again and my arm absorbed the pain and more than half of the intensity of my voice.

  “I am dying to taste you again, Vee.” He parted my panties, pulling them to the side and licked a circle around my clit. “Oh, my God, you taste better than my dreams.”

  I tilted my head up and saw a dream of my own. His head was buried between my legs, pressed over my sex and gobbling it up and down, kneading it. I almost collapsed back then and there but managed to speak. “You dreamed of how I tasted?”

  “Yes. All over my tongue, all over my fingers, all over me.”

  “Rick, I need you to … R-rick,” I drifted, moaning. “I need you to not stop tonight. I need you to give everything to me.”

  “Fuck,” he growled and went on, circling his fingers where I needed them, using his free hand to pluck my nipples extra perky, his tongue hard and then soft and then in varied speeds, building me up. I clenched, holding on. I didn’t want to ruin it for my first time with him. It would probably hurt like a motherfucker, but in case I could come, I didn’t want to waste my first explosive time like this, even as dreamy and perfect as it was.

  He felt my tenseness and lifted his face from my pussy, one hand wiping his lips clean. “I’m preparing you. I want it to hurt as little as possible. Come for me, and throw that damn pillow over your face because your arm won’t cut it this time.”

  His words tipped me over, providing the kinky image I needed. As soon as his lips and fingers returned to my clit, I jerked and then came apart in his hands, riding up high like a mind-fucking rainbow, soaring into the sky, and then the stratosphere, vision white with wonder, and voice hoarse as it drowned into the cushion of my pillow.

  He went at me again, using one finger, and then two and then three to widen me. I felt stretched, full, and with the pool of wetness all through my channel and his fingers, he glided easily. He used ‘come hither’ fingers against … oh, shit, was that my G-spot? My eyes shut, my mind spun, as he put me together and made me explode all over again. I jerked against him with force, thrashing to get away while I fought to stay put so he could make my world.

  By the time he was done with both my orgasms, everything spun, and nothing returned to stillness for minutes, further spinning me into a dream-like state.

  He kissed my lips. I wanted to part, but it made him growl sounds and dirty talk into my mouth. He yanked his pants to his knees and grinded his briefs hard on my wetness. The dirtiness of it all fed his needs, and when he was fed, I was, so I told him I loved him kissing me like he did and he rolled his hips longer, deeper, tongue probing my mouth with force, teeth biting my lips then dipping to my neck.

  We had way too many clothes on, though, so we parted. That was when I noticed the large round circle over his cock. My wetness had soaked it through, outlining the helmet of his cock and the vein that ran along the top of his shaft. Good God.

  We stripped tops, bottom layers, and at last, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra with one hand, smug face staring at me the whole while.

  “Experienced?” I queried, half-joking, half-serious.

  “Not for a long time. Now, come here and let me learn.”

  We kissed for minutes on end, breathing against each other and not parting for anything. Not to reach down to stroke his erection, or for him to find my bud and touch my sensitive spot. Not even for the condom I felt him reach for. I was on the pill and told him as much. We lay down on our sides, knees bent and hips close and pulsing.

  “Feel me like this,” he whispered and directed himself between my legs.

  It was breathtaking, and I actually didn’t breathe for twenty or thirty seconds as I sucked in the pleasure of his cock running along from clit, past my entrance, and over my second hole. We moved against each other like that, revelling in the moment, and when he finally rolled back my shoulder and climbed on top of me, I was a bundle of nerves, a lost heart somewhere in my body, and a quivering lip.

  I wanted him so deeply, pained for him not to hurt me in exact opposite needs, I simply lay still and nodded.

  He took over stroking my face and looking deep into my eyes while he said, “Trust me. I will go as slow as your body needs me to. And if you don’t want me to, tell me to stop.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  He held himself in one hand, holding his body up on the bed with the other. That first thrust took minutes. He was patient, telling me he needed to go slow, even when I had bitten my lip, even when I mumbled near incoherently to, “Shove it in already!”

  And then, I felt my virginity no more, pushed through by his maleness. His cock slipped three-quarters into me, swallowed by my body, tightly but gliding without his force.

  I sighed and smiled, him catching the end of my expression. He leant down to my face, elbows bent sharply as he struggled with short breaths and deep desire as he rocked slowly against me.

  “I’m ready,” I told him. “Take me. Take me away.”

  He held my hips, moving against mine, directing me to him at the angle he needed. “Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. I’ve been dreaming of this, too.”

  We’d been going for more than an hour, but he’d technically been fucking me for maybe several minutes. It was more than I could ever want, and I was panting for a break anyway.

  “Go,” I mumbled against his lips. “Come in me.”

  His cock was thick, full, and tight. I was so wet, his length slid in my tightness with comfortable pain, pain that was tight and tense and enough to make me tingle with pleasure. I wouldn’t come again, but it was my first time. I hoped he’d make me a screaming little bitch every other time he fucked me, again and again.

  When he shot hot spurts of his semen into me, it was one of the most powerful moments of my life.

  The big Rick Delaney begging.

  The ferocious Rick Delaney fervently needing.

  My Rick Delaney groaning sounds into my neck, as he raged a war with his breaths and his body, as it convulsed into ripples of pleasure.

  • • •

  WE LAY SPOONING in each other’s arms for a while afterward, what seemed like an hour, though it felt like both five minutes and five hours. I never wanted to leave Rick’s arms. I clutched onto his bicep though my hand didn’t reach far around to really hold him down.

  It didn’t take long for his dick to harden, slowly sliding up between my legs until finally resting along my entrance. He fought to stay still, but he rocked softly against my behind, and when I told him we could go again if he needed to, he said we’d wait until I wasn’t sore.

  I shut my mouth and latched onto his forearms, rustling his arm hairs under my delicate tongue strokes. It shut me up, because truthfully, I was hurting as much as I was glowing from the inside out.

  My first time having sex was so much more than I could ever describe to him, and I didn’t want him unsatisfied.

  “Are you sure, babe?” I reached around and stroked his length, pulling a deep, long growl from his teeth, too.

  “Shh,” he reprimanded, removing my hand. “Stop that.”

  He flipped me over and we hugged facing each other. His breath was hot, and so was mine, and together, it burned fiercely. I stared into his eyes, seeing more than I ever had. We were an inch apart, so I saw his brown eyes had golden flecks in them, but his gaze also held a warmth that wrapped around my skin, and ran down my back—a comforting sensation instead of a cold shiver.

  “How am I ever going to let you go, LV?”

  “Me?” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. We could stay like this longer … and then I got it, but he answered first.

  “No, my other girlfriend,” he said sarcastically.

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sp; “Girlfriend?” I broke into a huge beaming smile and buried my head into his neck like a little girl. That word shone bright, sending excitement all the way to my heart how I imagined seeing big, flashy Las Vegas signs would be for a first-time traveller. So I pecked kisses to the hollow of his neck to show how stupidly happy that confirmation of his commitment made me.

  “I suppose you liked that subtly I slipped in there, hey?”

  “Mmm.” My words were goo.

  “I meant what I said.” He paused only long enough for emphasis. “I don’t think I can let you go.”

  “What if you do want to let me go?”

  He wrinkled his forehead. “What do you mean?”

  “I have a booking with Jimmy and Nix. You have to let me go, and I have to let you go. Just for a moment.”

  I tempered Rick by saying that, his nostrils flaring and his hand clenching at my waist. And to rival his jealousy, his dick simultaneously twitched.

  I knew my instinct was right.

  The thought of doing things with another man made my tummy queasy, yes, but on the other hand, Rick knowing the naughty things I’d be doing, and me putting on the show for him made my sex contract. We were in sync, turned on by things a couple shouldn’t be. Yet we responded against it.

  “How about you watch,” I said, wanting to make things easier for us. “Don’t participate.”

  He kissed my forehead, reluctant to pull away with hesitation. Rick wasn’t the only one of us frightened. I didn’t want him to misread my signals for our relationship. They were signals that, in fact, I’d pulled from his dominance and desire when jealous. How would I tell my boyfriend I wanted to work at The Rental? Enjoyed it? I’d quit if I didn’t need the money because it’d make him happy, but I loved how passionate and possessive he was with me there, and I swear silently, he did too.

  We would eventually find long-term careers elsewhere, but for now, why not embrace what we had?

  “We’ll take each booking as it comes.”