Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  “Sometimes.” He winked, surprising himself with his own behavior. He was normally shy and reserved. She seemed to make him comfortable, and she really turned him on.

  She took in his jeans and button-down flannel shirt along with the boots. He did not remotely fit in at this club. “What brings you here? You don’t really blend with all this.”

  Matthew gestured to the seat next to him. “Please sit, and I’ll tell you.” Then he added, “This is my first time at a club in like 10 years. I hate these places; they’re so noisy.”

  Jennifer sat and looked at him. She noticed that he wore no wedding ring. She also discovered his eyes were not just blue. They had flecks of grey as well. She looked at him again. He had nice biceps and she wondered what the rest of him looked like. It’s been way too long. She thought as she felt her pussy moistening. Matthew’s voice startled her out of her admiration of him.

  “My sister, Sami, brought me here. She said I had to get out and meet people, because I’m new in town.” He smiled. “I was gonna go home until I saw you.” He shifted in his seat a bit; his cock, half-hard, was making sitting uncomfortable.

  Jennifer blushed but quickly recovered, “Then you came to my rescue.”

  “Yes. That must be the only reason I was here, to save you from that poor excuse for a man.” He laughed. “I noticed you right away. I saw him trying like hell to get your attention and you dismissing every move.”

  He laughed a little louder. He was hoping it was hiding his own strong desire for her. If it did not, he moved his hand to cover the hard-on trying to rip his jeans open. She was hot in a subtle kind of way. She looked to be close to his age, had beautiful long, flowing auburn hair and emerald green eyes to go with it. Her tight outfit covered just enough, yet showed off all of her curves. He could not stand skinny girls.

  With an internal groan, he shifted in his seat. “So what brought you here?”

  “My friend dragged me here. I wanted to go to Café Crue, but Angela doesn’t like 80s music. Anyway, she already found what she came for.” She pointed in the direction of Angela and her new boy toy.

  “I see.” He smirked at the young man, whose hand was under her skirt as they danced. “He works quick, too.” He looked back at her, and smiled as he gazed into her sultry eyes. “So what is my damsel in distress’ name?”

  “Jennifer,” she blushed. “Sorry, I thought I told you already.”

  She looked away, her attraction to him making the embarrassment worse. She could feel her panties getting wetter and did not know what to do. She felt that sexual attraction she had always wanted to, but it scared her as well.

  When she looked back, she saw him looking her over. She had her legs crossed, which made her skirt go up a few inches. Maybe that caught his attention? He seemed to be trying to undress her with his eyes. She almost giggled at the corny thought. Then she watched him adjust his pants. Does he feel the same? I really hope so.

  Matthew bit his lip. Her red cheeks told him she was having naughty thoughts about him, and it gave him courage. An image of her under him, crying out his name as he fucked her hard, made his cock twitch. It had been so long for him, his mind was starting to become a bit irrational. She was not that kind of girl.

  “I’ve never… Um… Do you do one-night stands?” He could not believe he said that aloud. He had meant to ask if she had a boyfriend. “God, I’m sorry to say it like that.”

  “Wow. Not what I was expecting.” She gave him a sly smile, glad he was on the same wavelength as she at that point.

  “I was talking hypothetically, of course.” He put a hand through his hair, anxiously, “Just to start a conversation.” He closed his eyes and hoped she did not just walk away. What a dick move, he thought.

  She smiled, feeling his nerves. “Sex with strangers is not usually my thing.” She tried to say it nonchalantly, to ease his anxiety.

  “Yeah, me neither.” He exhaled loudly and sat up straighter, trying to hide his erection that had grown even more somehow. “How about that drink?” He needed one badly.

  With every word that passed his lips, Jennifer became even more attracted to Matthew. She liked that he was faltering. It showed his true character. “Sure. Maybe it’ll relax me.”

  “Ditto.” He had begun to want her even more. There was no logic to it. He could just feel some sort of… magic, or electricity. He was not sure, but it was something. He raised his hand and attracted the server’s attention, “Two rum and cokes.”

  Jennifer smirked. He ordered just right, too. Was everything about this guy perfect? She hoped his flaws were minor, or at least easy to handle.

  Matthew looked over at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had met in this new town. He moved closer to his sister to get away from his cheating ex-wife. He could not stand to look at anything that reminded him of that slut. He had hoped he could meet someone to take his mind off his ex and she seemed to be doing just that.

  They both sipped their drinks and looked at each other with a smile. One drink quickly turned into two, and then three, and then four. Soon they were laughing and revealing their pasts. The buzz they felt was enough for their guard to be down and inhibitions to fade.

  “On a little league baseball field? Really?” Matthew was shocked that Jennifer admitted to it, but he was glad she was open-minded to a point.

  She smiled. “My ass was right on home plate. Good thing it was dark out. We could hear people passing by not too far away. I’m sure someone heard me crying out as I came, though.” It was something only four people knew about. She could not believe she told him.

  “The only interesting place I ever had sex was my car.” Matthew smirked, recalling a few details about the encounter. “But we did get caught by a cop.” They both laughed at that.

  Jennifer’s eyebrows rose, “So, never in a public place?” She looked at him with longing. The sex talk made her panties wet. The alcohol allowed her mind to wander and fantasize about him in detail.

  “Nope, sorry. I guess I’m boring. I have to broaden my horizons.”

  “Starting now,” she got up and pulled Matthew towards the back of the club by the hand.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To broaden your horizons.”

  Matthew was hoping he knew what she meant. He was a bit shy when it came to initiating something with a new girl. He was always afraid if he made the first move, he would be rebuked. When she dragged him into the empty ladies’ room, he almost stopped her, unsure again. Then his dick stirred. He needed to live a little.

  “We’re not strangers anymore. Kiss me,” Jennifer demanded as she shoved him against the door of a handicapped stall. It had just enough room to do what she wanted. She hoped he would loosen up and go with the mood.

  Matthew leaned down and kissed her lips. She tasted as good as she looked. He reached around and grabbed her ass in his hands. The alcohol was helping him be what she seemed to want and do what he wanted so badly. His kisses got aggressive fast. He needed her more than he had ever needed anyone.

  Jennifer was excited he went along with it. She put her hands on his chest and ran her tongue across his teeth until he opened his mouth for her. Then their kissing became passionate. They heard women talking, but ignored it. She grabbed a handful of his hair as his body pressed against hers slightly. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her pussy contracted, and her hips brushed his.

  He could not hold back anymore. One hand slid under her top and grasped her breast as he groaned in her ear. “God, I want you,” he whispered. Then he pulled her closer, grinding his cock into her. It looked like she would be his first one-night stand. He hoped it would be more, but would take what he could get.

  She was thinking the exact same thing as her hand moved down his body and opened his pants. He was the first guy to turn her on just by speaking. Yes, bigger than Darren, she said to herself as her hand wrapped around his eight and a half inch shaft. She took it out and stroked it as they continued to kiss. His si
ze made her pussy almost tremble. It was just what she had hoped for, not too small and not too big; just right.

  Matthew let out a soft moan as she pulled back his foreskin and gently slid her pinky around the edge. Then her thumb caressed the head and spread pre-cum all over it. She had satiny skin and an amazing touch. She seemed to know exactly what he liked already. He gasped when she pumped her hand, forcing out more fluid.

  Jennifer peeked and smiled. She liked how an uncut cock felt inside of her and he took good care of it. She wanted to taste it, to run her tongue under the skin and…

  Matthew was losing control. His hands quickly reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down. Then without even a thought, he lifted Jennifer up and got her against the wall that connected with another stall. They gazed into each other’s eyes as he roughly shoved his cock into her pussy.

  “Shit!” His eyes rolled back as her wet pussy gripped him.

  She grabbed his shirt tightly as the unexpected orgasm consumed her. It blew away all her thoughts and even the question of him being disease free. Another rough stroke made her moan while her legs shook.

  She felt as good as he had hoped. His boldness of a raw entry surprised him. “Are you on birth control?” Matthew asked, a little too late.

  She moaned and replied, “Yes. Oh God!” Her head went back as he drove into her to the hilt. Even if she were not, she would not have cared. He was that good.

  There was a knock on the stall door. “Occupied!” Matthew shouted which made Jennifer smile just before she cried out yet again. “It’s been so long, I’m afraid it’s gonna be quick.” He squeezed her thighs and covered her mouth with his as he started to thrust faster.

  She clutched his shoulders and moaned again. She did not care if he was going to cum quickly, as long as he fucked her again some time. She had to find a way to hang onto him.

  “Ma-t-th-ew!” She was panting and speaking was difficult. “After you… cum, fuck… me again. Please.”

  “Anytime.”

  He groaned and shoved into her harder. His desire had doubled at least. How good she was making him feel, was a shock. The sounds she made, the way her pussy clenched, her breath over his neck. It was all too much to handle and he could not let sex this good go without a repeat performance.

  Jennifer was pleasantly surprised. He was doing it just the way she liked, the way Darren would not, fast and rough. She could not ask for anything more from him. It seemed he knew just what was going to make her cum. Suddenly, her legs locked around him and she tried not to scream, just calling out his name again.

  The metal wall was shaking as Matthew pounded her, relentlessly. They gasped together several times, filled with more pleasure than either had expected. Their eyes met, both glassy. Their mouths reached for each other at the same time. Then they were moaning again. Matthew spread her legs more and fucked her even harder.

  “I think they’re screwing in there,” someone said. Matthew smirked, taking them knowing as a compliment.

  Jennifer became louder with each stroke. His thrusts were intense and perfect. She held on tighter, ecstasy building once more. “I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered in Matthew’s ear just before the trembling began. Then she cried out, loudly.

  Matthew moaned as she gripped his cock from within yet again. “The look on your face when you cum is so hot.” He gasped as he withdrew from her tightened entrance and slammed back into her. “Damn, you feel so fucking good.”

  They heard, “Hurry up, there’s a line out here!”

  Matthew smirked again. He spread her legs apart a bit more, until he heard a whimper. Then his hips rammed into hers harder, giving her all he could. He brushed her ear with his lips, and then dragged his tongue up the side.

  She moaned, a shiver going through her whole body. He moved to the other ear and she gasped several times, her head going back. He pumped into her hard and deep, his hips not slowing down at all.

  His breath came faster into her ear. He tried like hell to hold back, but she just felt that good. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he told her softly. Then he squeezed her thighs and buried his cock deep inside her. “Oh God!” His eyes closed as several powerful bursts flowed into her. He held her until he had spent it all.

  “Let’s go, come on out of there,” a male voice boomed.

  Jennifer looked at Matthew. “I think we’re in trouble.” She smiled. “But, it was worth it. That was just incredible.” Her whole body was shaking almost out of control by then.

  A smile formed on his face also. “It was.” He hoped his legs did not give out on him.

  Continued in:

  Insatiable Appetites

  Sneak Peek: Courier

  by Joy Bazure

  Chapter One

  Delivery Service

  Tanya wasn’t sure why Marcus had given her one of Sabine’s runs. “Special” deliveries were only for the more engaging and beautiful couriers in his stable. Her generous form was a dead giveaway that she was just a basic courier for his two-sided business. Reminding herself that she needed this job, she pulled on her figurative big-girl panties and got on with her job. Though she still felt sick at how she had only put up a halfhearted fight about the assignment. She thought she should have decked him like her instincts demanded.

  Remembering his remarks about her only being appropriate for certain deliveries made her hands tighten on the handlebars of her bicycle. When would he stop this cat and mouse game? She wondered again if she should have just said yes the first time he asked her to sleep with him. Tanya smirked at the thought of what his face would have looked like had she taken him up on his offer and let him see all of her. He would have run for the hills, she was sure. Amused, she recalled that Sabine would arrive to take care of the more “special” part of the delivery later that night. Thank goodness, she thought

  Looking at the high-end hotel, she hoped she wouldn’t be kicked out for her work attire. Who wanted to see a girl her size in the form-fitting bike clothes her job as a messenger demanded? Anyone who ever got their loose clothes caught in a bike chain knew the embarrassments of being a size 14 in such revealing clothes, despite the added safety and speed they offered. Ducking her head to not see the stares of onlookers, she entered the imposing building after securely locking up her bike.

  Tanya tried to pull her long jacket as low as she could, eager to hide her expansive, though shapely, trunk. She missed all the appreciative gazes coming her way as she walked in. Tanya was thankful that, though it was generous, she could call her bottom firm. You couldn’t ride a bike for a living and still have a drooping backend. She sighed; she felt lucky that she could don her two-sizes-too-large jacket when she was off her bike.

  As she approached the receptionist, she was hopeful she wouldn’t be laughed out of the lobby when she asked to see the delivery’s recipient. It had happened before when the wrong hussy was behind the front desk.

  Bracing for the usual reaction from the front desk barracuda, she squared her shoulders. Tanya’s logical side reminded her that she couldn’t afford another complaint against her. Tanya knew her inability to keep her mouth shut when dealing with petty people might get her fired from the one job she had managed to keep over the last few years. If she hadn't made the other messengers’ lives easier by also being an on-site bike mechanic, Tanya would have been booted from the lackluster job long ago.

  “I have a delivery for Mr. Demetri Medved,” Tanya said, when the girl behind the counter finally decided to acknowledge her presence.

  “I can take that for you. He is on Do Not Disturb right now,” the desk agent said, her insincerely sweet voice making it very clear that Tanya was not anyone worth her time.

  Looking at the girl’s outstretched hand, Tanya took a perverse pleasure in being able to deny her the envelope. It was petty, but the undisguised disgust of the woman grated on her tired nerves. Today was just not the day for her to be dealing with someone who looked at her and automatically assumed they were s
uperior. The tightening of the girl’s painted eyes let Tanya know she was seconds away from the situation turning ugly.

  “Little thieves are hanged, but great ones escape,” Tanya said, responding before the woman could comment on Tanya’s discourtesy.

  The widening of the ocean-blue eyes told Tanya she had been understood, and the now less-animated girl picked up the phone to whisper a few words into it. As she was speaking into the receiver, she pointed to the side to order Tanya to be less noticeable. Tanya agreed about making herself as invisible as she could. Her size and clothing already marked her as an outsider to the elites who milled about the lobby.

  Picking the corner, which was blocked by pillars separating the reception area from the rest of the palatial lobby, she prepared herself for what could be a long wait. The sight of another strumpet coming over to see what the desk floozy was having a hissy fit about made Tanya tense. The living dolls kept glancing her way. Tanya heard Sabine’s name and words like “huge,” “rude” and “cow.” It all warmed her cooling temper. Tuning them out, Tanya turned her thoughts inward. It was her only defense, unless she wanted to be out of another job for punching rude people.

  She hated being on display. Tanya was sure most people were wondering why she dared to wear the tight-fitting clothes her job demanded. Rude people who saw her in the streets wondered out loud how someone her size could pretend to be healthy and active. They never understood that she biked more in a day then most health nuts did in a week.

  “Sturdy” didn’t even describe her; she was made to last. Nothing she or dozens of doctors had tried would lessen her body’s natural ability to hoard calories as if they were precious and irreplaceable. Nothing would change the contours of her amplified body. She was comfortable with herself and had stopped trying to change herself into the svelte woman society apparently demanded.

  *

  “You are not what he is expecting. I would just leave the envelope with us, and run while you can,” the sneering girl offered, much more confident with a sidekick around. “I will be able to calm him down so that he won’t complain to your boss. Much.”