Epilogue

Aimee

I slowly came to consciousness, not knowing where or when or barely who I was. I had one hell of a cottony-stale flavor in my mouth, and something hard and musky rested under my cheek.

I cracked my eyes open and had to wince against the early morning sun streaming in through the window. Where the hell am I? Finally, the hardness under my cheek registered, and I noticed I was laying on smooth brown skin. Acres of it. The events of the evening slammed back all at once, and I gasped. I remembered the interlude in the alley. The cab. The bed. The shower afterwards. Then more in the middle of the night...

Holy hell, I just spent the night fucking around with Richie Sambora.

The room smelled of cigarettes and sex, and I was mostly numb from the waist down. Richie had his arm curled possessively around me, and when I shifted slightly, his gorgeous eyes cracked open. Briefly, he smiled at me, his adorable dimples winking, then his eyelids drifted shut again, and his breathing evened out.

“Oh no,” I whispered softly. “What have I done?”

I tried to stretch, but everything was sore as well as numb. How the fuck is that possible? What’s more, how the hell was I supposed to function when I couldn’t feel my legs? I allowed myself a moment to revel in the deliciously illicit feel of Richie’s rented sheets against my body, and his warm body against mine. But I knew this wasn’t where I belonged. I needed to get out of here.

Slowly, so I wouldn’t jostle the B-I-G man beside me, I slid from the sheets, shivering a little bit in the cool hotel room air. I padded into the bathroom and cleaned up as best I could in the sink – I didn’t want to run the shower and risk waking him up.

I snuck like a thief into the sitting room and put on my clothes. I went back to the threshold of the door – to torture myself, I guess – and looked in on Richie’s sleeping form. God, he was beautiful. The sheets were pulled up to his waist, and his hands were thrown wide. I could see that the sheet was tented a bit, and I lamented that I was six kinds of stupid to be walking out on this now, but couldn’t help it. I couldn’t bear to have him wake up and have that “what the fuck was I thinking” moment right in front of me.

No way.

But, I can’t just leave like a hooker in the night.

I crossed to the desk and opened the middle drawer. Hotels were nothing if not consistent. Taking a piece of hotel stationery and pen, I sat down to write a note.

Rich,

What a fantastic night. It was better than I had dared hope for. Far better. You are absolutely amazing, and I will never EVER forget anything of our time together. I don’t think I can go into Smitty’s again without smiling.

I’m looking forward to the shows this weekend – I’ll be seeing you and remembering every second.

~ Aimee

I tiptoed back into the bedroom and left the note on my pillow. Clichéd I know, but I wanted to make sure he’d find it. When I backed out of the room, I blew him a kiss, then turned and let myself out of the room.

Rich

When she said “Oh no,” I knew I had to pretend I was still sleeping. Regrets? She had regrets? Fuck, I was on FIRE last night, if I do say so myself. Screw her if it wasn’t enough for her.

I can hear her messing around in the bathroom. At least she’s being quiet about it. I should just open my eyes and tell her off and be done with it, but if I open my eyes, the sunlight is going to hurt. I know it.

SonofaBITCH I wish she’d come back to bed and stop listening to whatever little voice made her get up in the first place. I’m sore all over, but it feels good, and I’m ready, rarin’ to go again. I stretched a little. Ouch. Jon’s going to positively kill me when I stagger into the press thing he’s dragging me off to later this morning.

I heard Aimee come back into the room and stop by the bed. Maybe she’s going to slide back under the covers? No, no, she’s gone again. I just heard the door close. Damn. I’m not usually the one being left in a hurry the morning after. I usually have to do the kicking out.

When I rolled over to get away from the sunlight that was trying to sneak under my eyelids, I landed on something crinkly.

A note. She left me a note?

OK, guess I have to open my eyes.

Huh. She had a good time.

Wonder why she left?

Hmmm, it ssays she’s coming to the shows this weekend – wonder if she’d be interested in another go-round when her ass is feeling better, heh-heh. It seems like she’d be willing. She didn’t leave a number, which is strange – I usually have to throw away numbers.

I smiled when I realized, I know exactly how I can get in touch with her again.

I know where her car is.

*** THE END ***

Chapter 10 - Richie

Good Christ, I thought her eyes were going to bug out of her head. Maybe she didn’t know EVERYTHING about me. She clearly didn’t know that even at my age, I’m insatiable. Shut up, I think it is a GOOD thing that once I’m with a woman, I can’t get enough of her.

I kissed my way down her legs and got off the bed – my rubbers were in the bathroom. I looked my fill of Aimee, sprawled out and sated on my bed. Some of her hair was damp and plastered to her forehead, but the rest was spread out across the pillow and trailed almost to the edge of the mattress. Have I mentioned how much I love long hair?

Her whole body was flushed – all of it – and her chest rose and fell rapidly with her panting. Her eyes were closed tightly, and I saw her stomach muscles clench as she bowed slightly, just a little, from the bed. Her knees pulled up a little, and she tensed and flexed a couple times before settling onto the mattress.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I asked, knowing full well what was happening. She was still feeling me on her; imagining me in her. Good. It’ll keep her wet for the minute it will take me to duck into the head and grab a strip of protection.

“Mmmm, nothin’ at all, baby,” she said, opening her eyes and looking in my general direction.

Christ, she looked drunk. I did that. No matter how many times I’ve seen that look, and if I’m honest with myself, it hasn’t been all that often lately, but back in the day? Oh yeah. But no matter how many times I’ve seen that look it always gives me a little thrill. I did that. It punches something primal in me. Something that screams “I MADE THAT HAPPEN; SHE’S MINE.” Cavemanish? Yep, but I don’t give a shit.

“Good, you just sit tight for a sec, Aimee, darlin’, and I’ll be right back.”

I ducked into the bathroom, flipping on the light as I went, and bee-lined for my shaving kit, rummaging around until I found the Trojans I always keep there. I grabbed a few – hey, you never know, right? – and turned to go back to my woman. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and damned if I didn’t have a self-satisfied look on my face. I winked at the image in the mirror, and snapped off the light.

Aimee was still turned toward me, and as I got closer to the bed, her smile widened. And my cock got harder. Christ, I could pound nails with the thing by now. Though the only thing I wanted to pound right now was her.

“You ready for me, darlin?” I asked Aimee, tearing into one of the packets.

She moaned shifted on the bed, spreading her legs wide.

Fuck yeah.

I climbed back between her widespread legs and planted my hands on either side of her head, holding my weight up off of her. I flexed my hips, sliding a little bit into her, and sweet fuckin’ HELL she was tight. Tight and wet. Just the way I like ‘em. There’s nothing quite like having permission to push past a woman’s natural defenses to fill her completely. I did just that, slowly so I wouldn’t hurt her.

With each inch she took, her eyes widened a little more, like she couldn’t quite believe I still wasn’t all the way in yet. Another little self-satisfied smile crossed my mouth. I couldn’t help it. I have lots of things to be proud of – my cock is just one of them.

I dipped my head to capture her mouth, and kissed her lazily, as if I had nothing better to do for the next couple of hours. She met me stroke for stroke, and scraped up enough strength to loop her arms around my neck and pull me down on top of her.

“I don’t want to smush you, Aimee,” I murmured against her mouth.

“Please,” she begged, “I want to feel your weight on me.” She kissed me again. “Please.” How could I say no to that?

I lowered myself slowly onto her, letting her feel my weight. I’m not in my fluffy state at the moment – I’m touring, so I’ve got good tone, but I am solid, and probably outweigh Aimee by close to seventy pounds. She raised her legs to grab my thighs, and lowered her arms to around my shoulders and pulled. I settled completely on her for a moment, and I felt the breath whoosh from her lungs. Then she did the damnest thing.

She purred.

Like a fuckin’ cat, she purred.

That sound went right to my dick, and it surged the rest of the way into Aimee. As I pressed into her flesh, I could feel each and every ridge of her walls rubbing the length of me. I much prefer the feel of a woman’s hot skin directly on mine, but I’m not an idiot – I only do that with women I trust. Still, I could feel her heat through the thin barrier, and the squeezing sensation was strong and fuckin’ hot.

Once I was fully surrounded by her, I stopped moving let myself just feel. This is my favorite part of making love. Yeah, yeah, the orgasm is fantastic, but that’s usually the end. I like the just-starting-out part. I like the first joining – the first real joining – with a woman. The quick fuck in the alley doesn’t really count – I was too far gone to relish the feeling of us joined together.

I could feel her heartbeat against mine, and I could feel the steady thumping around my cock, too. Her whole body thrummed with energy, and I had to take a minute to enjoy the sensation. I kissed her then, resting my elbows on the mattress and smoothing the sweaty hair away from her forehead. When I felt her heartbeat slow just a little, I broke the kiss.

“Ready, darlin’?” I asked, smiling at her.

By way of answer, she raised her hips a little – well she tried in any event – and I chuckled. Kissing her again, I gently stroked in and out of her, loving the friction her tight pussy made on my dick. I kept the pace slow and easy, wanting her to cum again before I let go. I broke the kiss to watch her face.

“Oh Go-o-o-od,” Aimee moaned, licking her lips and squinching her eyes closed.

“Let it go, baby,” I crooned. “You know you want it. You know you can feel it.” I gritted my teeth as she brought me closer to oblivion. “You know it’s gonna feel so fucking good when you cum. Let it go, baby... let it go.”

Aimee’s head thrashed back and forth, and she was clawing my back, trying to pull me closer to her. If I was any closer, I’d be in her fucking skin. She started bucking hard; thrashing against me. Her legs straightened then bent, then straightened again. She was straining with the need to explode.

I levered up onto my knees and inched closer to her. I lifted her legs so her ankles were up at my shoulders and held on tightly. I could feel her legs shaking with need. Her whole body was quivering. The muscles in her stomach were twitching, and she was biting her bottom lip so hard, I’m surprised she didn’t bleed.

“God, Rich,” she moaned, back arching hard. I took that as my cue to slam the ever-loving fuck out of her. I was pounding her so hard, I drove her back into the headboard. She braced her hands against it to keep her head from going through it, and that little bit of tension in her upper body made her tits bounce like nobody’s business. She gained a little purchase on the headboard, and used it to push herself back hard against me as I drove into her.

“Oh God,” she croaked. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod...”

And FINALLY, she came. She came hard. She came so hard I saw stars. I felt her tense so much I had trouble moving.  Then her release came, and she juiced hard. I could still feel her quivering against my cock, so I knew the waves were still rolling. I pounded her hard until another one started to come up over her then I stopped.

“NO!” she screamed, clawing uselessly at my thighs.

“Just wait, baby,” I gritted thorough clenched teeth. I went for her clit, rubbing it mercilessly until she bent nearly in half with her orgasm. Then I dropped her legs from my shoulders , pushed her knees up near her ears and rode her until I came.

“Fuck Aimeeee,” I hissed as I pumped and pumped into her. Good Christ.

All my energy was gone. Just gone. I lowered myself slowly and rolled her so I wouldn’t flatten her. It was difficult pulling out of her – she was gripped tight around me – but I managed. I grabbed the tissues of the nightstand and took care of things, then wrapped her in my arms, pulled up the sheets, and held her, contented, sated.

And I waited for my body to be ready for the next round.

Chapter 9 - Aimee

I didn’t think I would be able to take any more. I’d cum more in the last hour than I had in the past month. Richie sure knows his way around a woman, and he showed no signs of stopping. All I could do was whimper and whine – I simply didn’t have the energy to do more.

“Cmon baby,” Richie cajoled. “I know you can make more noise than that. You aren’t falling asleep on me, now are you?” The mirth in his eyes and the moisture on his lips and chin was too unbearably sexy.

I said something like “mmfffhh” and he laughed. I couldn’t even lift my head to scowl at him.

Richie gently moved my legs to the mattress and kissed his way up to my breasts and continued to my neck. He let his weight settle on me for a moment while he kissed my cheeks and eyelids. I could feel the head of his cock touching my pussy and I knew if I shifted just a little I could take him partially inside. It was too much to resist, so I flexed my hips, and his hot, hard cock slid home.

“Aimee, darlin’,” Richie scolded, sliding out of me. “You know I’m not ready to fuck you yet. You need to get your voice back.” He kissed the side of my neck, biting me slightly. “I’m gonna want to hear you groan my name when I fuck you. I want you begging me to stop, though you won’t mean it.” He flexed his hips this time, a quick in-and-out of his cock, deeper than before.

This was a dangerous game we were playing, but I loved it.

“I want you to fuck me stupid,” I croaked, threading my fingers through his soft, soft hair. “I will scream right now if you fuck me stupid.” I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into my mouth, tasting myself on his breath.

“Soon,” he promised, breaking the kiss.

Finally satisfied that my voice was coming back, he kissed and licked his way back down my body. He settled between my thighs and gently slid his tongue into my hole. He curled his tongue upward and I saw black spots float before my eyes. Fucking hell that mouth was magic. When my head started to thrash back and forth, he slowly worked up to my clit, flattening his tongue to lick me slowly and thoroughly.

He drew his head back and blew a stream of cool air across my flesh and I cried out.

“There’s your voice, baby,” Richie crooned. “I want to hear you. Really hear you.” Abruptly, he vaulted from the bed and grabbed a remote on the bedside table. With a push of a button, the sound system came to life, and the hard, sensual sound of Trent Reznor poured through the speakers. Loud.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

“Mmmm, appropriate, yes?” Richie said as he settled between my thighs again. “Nobody can hear you scream over the music. Let yourself go, Aimee. Scream for me, Aimee.” He resumed the gentle torture on my clit, and slid his middle finger up inside me. All the way up. Fuck but he has big hands.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Richie licked my clit harder as he slid a second finger alongside the first. He spread his fingers slightly, stretching my flesh. I could feel the slight scrape of his short fingernails inside me, tickling me. Oh sweet hell he already knew my body so well. He slid his hand back just a little, withdrawing his fingers just a bit, and he found the spot.

THE spot.

The spot that made me scream.

(Help me...)
You tear down my reason
(Help me...)
It's your sex I can smell
(Help me...)
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

He pushed his face in closer as I spasmed, taking my whole clit into his mouth and sucking on it. I arched from the bed. Hard. A scream was caught in my throat; I could feel it struggling to break free.

But not yet.

Almost.

But not quite yet.

I could feel the orgasm of a lifetime building. My toes were totally numb, and the tingles running up my legs were getting closer to my womb.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Richie slid a hand up to my breast and pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. When he pulled on it, at the same time he sucked my clit and pressed a third finger inside me, the moaning started. It started deep in my soul, down low in my belly, and crept up over me, sliding through my lungs and between my lips.

Through every forest
Above the trees

Richie moaned in appreciation, the humming of his lips against my clit hurrying the tingles toward my core. They gathered just outside my reach, and it was maddening.

Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees

I sobbed, begged him to make me cum. He bit down gently on my clit and that was it. Finally. He sent me over the edge. My world started to go black as Richie pumped his fingers in and out of me. I clenched and rippled around him, and he was unrelenting, coaxing me through one orgasm and into the next. He replaced his tongue on my clit with his thumb, and reached up to kiss my breasts. He traced small circles around my nipples while he brought me up and over again. When the moisture started to flow from between my legs, Richie smiled. “Scream, Aimee,” he said, and buried his face between my legs again.

I drink the honey, inside your hive...
You are the reason I stay alive...

He French kissed my pussy, pulling the cum from me while I screamed and thrashed. He held me down so I couldn’t move. I tensed so hard every muscle in my body strained. The scream faded away to a pathetic yelp as Trent gave way to Mazzy Star.

“Now you’re ready to be fucked,” Richie said and smiled.

Chapter 8 - Richie

God, she made me laugh.

“What makes you think I’m gonna fall asleep on you, darlin’?”  Damned if I knew her answer by the twinkle of her eyes.

“Well, you are over fifty, you know,” she said, a smile playing at the sides of her mouth.

I had to laugh at her.  “I’ll have you know I can keep up with men half my age.”

She cocked her head to the side.  “You fuck men half your age?”  She shrugged.  “Should I get dressed and go then?”

“No!” I shouted, laughing heartily.  I sat up abruptly, making Aimee squeak, and grabbed her arms and stood, picking her up as I went.  I turned and tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced twice before settling in the middle.  I crawled up after her and pushed her legs apart.  “I only fuck women,” I said needlessly. 

I left a trail of wet, sucking kisses up the inside of one thigh – the one with the ink on the outside.  I kissed around to examine it.  She had a tiny blonde fairy tattooed there.  I licked it and looked at her, my eyebrow raised.

“A fairy?”

“Tinkerbell,” she corrected.  “A pixie, actually.”

Like I knew or cared about the difference between a fairy and a pixie.  Not now, with this woman spread open in front of me.  Probably not ever – I am a guy.

I nuzzled her mound, the thick scent of her arousal acting like a drug.  I couldn’t wait to have that smell all over my face.  I spread her lips gently with my thumbs, and slid my tongue along her slit, flicking her clit when I reached it.

“God, Rich,” she groaned, and her head lolled to one side.

I ran my tongue over and over her, tasting her, loving her flavor.  Her breathing was coming in little gasps now, and I could feel her legs starting to quiver.  Smiling, I drew back to blow cool air on her overheated flesh.  She sighed and her head flopped to the other side.

I knelt up and reached down for her ankles, pulling them up so her knees were bent.  I put the backs of her heels on my shoulders, and slid back down toward her.  Her legs slid over my shoulders until they pushed at the backs of her knees, and she had no choice but to be completely opened to my perusal.

At this angle, her wet pink flesh was beautiful.

At this angle, she was spread open wide and SO inviting.  She was groomed to within an inch of her life.  Literally.  A tiny patch of jet black hair sat at the juncture of her thighs.  I brushed my fingers against it, loving the coarse feeling against my fingertips. 

My fingers slowly descended downward, putting pressure on her clit, but quickly parting to slide along her wet lips.  While I caressed her, I licked at her clit with slow, quick strokes.  Her moan went straight to my cock, but the poor guy was tired and needed a break. 

Of course, that didn’t mean that I was going to fall asleep on her.  I was going to rest my head on her thigh and let out a sleepy sigh, just to push her buttons, but she started to cum again.  Just from the light touch of my tongue on her.  Her chin dug into her chest for a moment, and I immediately stopped what I was doing.  What the fuck.  Let’s have a little fun.

“Rich!” she screamed, half fury, half arousal.

“Sorry, lover,” I said, yawning widely.  “I guess I am an old man after all.  Maybe a little nap is in order.”

“Don’t you dare,” Aimee answered, her voice cold steel.  “Not unless you want your failings posted all over the ‘net.”

I narrowed my eyes at her.   “You wouldn’t dare,” I said, watching the corner of her mouth twitch in an attempt not to smile at me.

“Try me,” she answered.

I pretended to think about it for a minute.  “Guess I can’t take the chance.  That would be a PR nightmare.”

Without further finesse, I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her until my teeth were scraping her clit.  When Aimee screamed and started to convulse on the bed, I held her hips down hard. I wasn’t done yet. 

I stroked my tongue in and out of her until she very nearly ripped it off me when she tightened up.  Huh.  I slid from her and felt her thighs relax around my shoulders.

Then I attacked.

I tightened my grip on her hips and sucked her clit into my mouth.  She tried to arch off the bed, and was pushing at my head, but I was having none of it.  Almost right away, her legs tightened again, and I thought she was going to squash my head like a melon between her thighs.  Damn, they’re strong.

But I’m stronger.

I drew that little fleshy nub into my mouth as far as I could, sucking on it like it was a piece of candy.  Aimee’s thrashing became more rhythmic, like her whole body was pulsing with each draw of my mouth.  I could smell her starting to get wet again, and gently, slowly, slid my middle finger all the way into her.

“Ohhh Gawwwwddd,” she moaned.  Whispered, actually.  I don’t think she had it in her to make more noise than that.  A shame. I do love the sound of a woman in the throes of passion. 

Let’s see if we can get her to find her voice again.

Chapter 7 - Aimee

Jesus I’m going to need a bath.  I can’t believe Richie stuck his hand up my dress and finger-fucked me in the cab.  I can’t believe I let him!  And what the fuck was I talking about ass sex for?  I know full well that the last orgasm I had in the alley rid me of the last vestiges of my buzz, so I couldn’t even blame this brazenness on the Patron.

This was all me.

I was all HER.

Whoever I am, I know for a fact I’m the luckiest bitch on the planet right now.  I am on my way to a swanky hotel for no-holds-barred sex with a gorgeous man.  This kind of shit just does NOT happen to me.  But hey, I’m not complaining.  If the Karma gods want to make reparations for forcing me to spend the last fourteen days in the sixth circle of Hell by sending me THIS man to fuck the funk out of me?  I almost say, bring on another shitty week.

Or two.

Please.

Here we are at the Westin.  Richie is funny, throwing a handful of bills at the driver and all but yanking me out of the cab.  He locked his hand around my wrist – yeah, like I was going to TRY to get away; not in this lifetime – and strode through the opulent lobby at nearly break-neck speed.  Once in the elevator, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly.  He was turning on the “seductive man” side of him, and damn I was hooked.

He slid a hand into my hair, pulling the scrunchie out and tucking that in his pocket.  Wonder what else of mine he’s going to stuff into his pockets.

When my hair spilled down around my shoulders he grumbled, “much better,” against my mouth.

He teased the seam of my lips with his tongue for just a second – I wanted to deepen the kiss as much as he did.  I opened eagerly to taste him.  Our tongues did a slow, lazy, get-to-know-you dance as our hands roamed each others’ bodies.  I couldn’t get enough of his chest.  I mean fuck, it’s fantastic.  It’s warm and broad and tanned and smooth.  Christ, it’s smooth.  There are like nine hairs on his chest.  I love a smooth chest.  Fur belongs around his cock, not on his chest.

The elevator dinged, and Richie waited until the doors were sliding shut again before breaking the kiss.  He jammed his hand against the bumper on the door.  Shit, he shouldn’t do that – not with those hands.  The doors bounced open again, and he pulled me out of the elevator car. 

We walked down the hall to the double-doors at the end of the hall, which he opened with a flourish.

“Nice,” I said, looking around at the flowers in crystal vases spread around the living room.  It was about what I would expect in a suite at the Westin.  Very tasteful, very expensive, not a single luxury overlooked.  In short, it was fabulous.

“Yeah, I do alright,” Richie said grinning.  “So,” he said, hanging the ‘Do not disturb’ sign out and fastening the security chain.  “What first?”

“What first,” I repeated, kicking off my shoes, and walking around the room.  “So many things to choose from.  I could draw us a bath, maybe soothe my bruised butt.”  I lifted the back of my dress, holding it around my waist and showing Richie the damage.

He crossed the room behind me and put his hands on my waist.  I felt a rush of air as he dropped to his knees.  “Aw,  baby,” he said, kissing the scratches.  “Your poor butt.”

I couldn’t help it, I had to giggle.  He sounded so earnest.  I’m glad I couldn’t see his face, because if he had a serious look on his face, I’d burst out in a belly laugh and totally fuck up the evening.

“It’s not so bad,” I answered, barely keeping my laughter in check.

“Maybe a bath is a good idea,” he said.  “Nice warm water, maybe some foam or something?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” I said, turning gently in his grasp; my dress still bunched around my waist. 

Richie groaned.  “Damn, Aimee,” he said, pulling me in toward his face.  He inhaled deeply and moaned, which was such a freaking turn on that I shivered.  He looked up at me as he slowly ran his hands down my legs.  He circled my ankles and tugged on them gently; telling me what he wanted me to do.

With a shaky sigh, I complied, opening myself to him.  He slid his hands back up my legs, not stopping until his thumbs were high enough to spread my lips.  He leaned in, and I registered that glorious hair brushing my thighs a split second before his breath tickled my clit.  He blew on me, making my knees buckle a little. 

“Sweet Jesus,” I muttered as he nipped at my clit.  “I’m all for taking this all the way lover,” I said, “but fuck, Rich, I need a bed.  Or a couch, or something.”

Richie simply chuckled and sucked my clit deep into his mouth. 

I screamed when he drove his tongue into me.  A few seconds later, he pulled away and stood.  “I believe you demand a bed?” he aside, one eyebrow raised.  He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, which was amazingly dirty, and pressed a hard, quick kiss to my mouth.

“Come on then,” he said.  “I don’t want your flavor to fade on my tongue.”  He stripped off his shirt and tossed it in the general direction of the sofa.  “You’re right, you do taste better by yourself.”

I didn’t really hear him; I was distracted by Half Naked Richie.  Sweet fucking hell that is one amazing chest.  I can not wait to explore that for an hour or two.  After I let him explore me.

“You can leave your dress here,” he said over his shoulder as he stalked toward the bedroom.

I gave a delighted laugh and pulled my dress over my head.  “Bra too?” I asked, folding my dress neatly and putting it on the coffee table.  After all, I have to wear it home tomorrow.

“What do you think?” he retorted, turning to roll his eyes at me.

So, the last piece of clothing I was wearing fluttered to the floor, and I followed Half Naked Richie toward the bedroom.

He opened the door and ushered me inside, sweeping a gentle hand down my hair as I passed.  In the center of the room was a California King, in deference to Richie’s height.  The bed was turned down for the evening, and looked so inviting.  It was done up in neutral tones, but the sheets had to be Egyptian cotton.  When I crawled up on them, they felt so soft and cool, and I knew I was right.

I reclined on the pillows and watched eagerly as Richie shucked his shoes and pants.  I think my eyes must have nearly bugged out of my head when his pants hit the floor.  He was just so beautiful.  His legs and feet were strong and solid, the muscles of his thighs tight and ripped.  I’ve already waxed poetic about his chest, but his cock?  Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t get a look at it in the alley or I would have been terrified.

Don’t get me wrong, it is absolutely gorgeous, but it’s HUGE!  It’s so thick and heavy that even erect it droops down a little.  It’s knobby and ridged, and has one throbbing blue vein running around the base of it.  I swear, Richie must have to almost dislocate his shoulder to jerk off.  Either that, or he – oh! --  cums all over his chest. 

Sweet baby Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to watch that.

Maybe later.

For now, he’s smirking at my reaction.

“Everything alright, darlin’?”  He idly stroked his dick as he talked to me.  He had to pull it up a little to reach all the way to the tip.  I think my mouth was watering.  I know my pussy was.

“Couldn’t be better,” I answered, mesmerized by his fingers wrapped around his erection.  “You’re so big!” I couldn’t help it; the words just slid out.

Richie chuckled.  “Darlin’, what do you think I was fucking you with?  I don’t recall you having a problem taking me all in.”

“C’mere,” I beckoned, crawling to the edge of the bed.

When he was close enough, I took him in my mouth, sucking lightly on the tip before slowly inching my head along his length.  He widened his stance a little, and took a deep breath before looking down at me.  I had my eyes on him the whole time, and when he groaned and dropped his head back, exposing that delicious-looking Adam’s apple, I nearly choked myself.

Long minutes later, Richie raised his head and locked eyes with me.  I let my lids flutter a little as I inched that much closer to his fur.  He reached out to cup the back of my head and gently urged me to take him deeper.

Not at this angle.

I pulled back, sucking as hard as I could, drawing the skin forward with my suction.  “Switch places with me, baby,” I said, climbing off the bed.  Richie leaned down to kiss me before he complied, sitting on the edge of the bed.   I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth again.  He leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows as I slowly crept along his length.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, then did it again, but I still couldn’t take him all in.  What I had was fantastic though.  He was so warm and tasted purely male.  The scent of his musk was intoxicating, and I wanted him to rub his cock all over me so I could have his scent on me.

Richie took a deep shuddering breath as I drew hard on him.  Abandoning all pretense of swallowing his length, I bobbed up and down on him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.  He pushed back up to a sitting position and grabbed my head, trying to pull me away. 

“Baby,” he grunted.  “I’m too close.”

I hummed my approval and tightened my hold on him. I could taste the few drops of thick, silky pre-cum, and my life now, at this moment, had one purpose.  I sucked and swirled and squeezed until Richie’s rock-hard thighs were quivering.

“Aimee,” he whispered, pushing at my head again, though half-heartedly.

“Hmmmm?” I asked, pausing in my motions to look at him.  His eyes were glazed over, and the lids riding somewhere around half-mast. 

I eased back until just the tip of him was in my mouth, and I slid my tongue into his slit before swirling it around the head.   I let him pop from my mouth and licked down his length, tracing the vein that I knew would deliver my protein shake in just a few more minutes.  When I got to his balls, I pulled first one then the other into my mouth, savoring the slightly sweaty taste of them.  They immediately tightened, and Richie’s breathing became really ragged. 

It was time to put him out of his misery.  I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, and started a steady up-and-down rhythm accompanied by gentle squeezes of his balls.  Richie muttered an oath and tensed on the bed.  He grabbed my head again, this time intent on making me stay where I was.  His hips started moving, and he matched my rhythm stroke for stroke.

He let out a low, long moan, and his fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair as the vein I lovingly licked a minute ago throbbed, and his release came.  His cum was thick and musky, slightly salty, and perhaps the best thing I’d had in my mouth in a long time.  He pulsed for nearly a minute, and I had to swallow twice to keep from choking.

When he started twitching and hissing, I knew he had had enough.  I pulled away gently, kissing the very tip with the merest brush of my lips.  I sat back on my heels and looked my fill.  Richie had dropped back on the bed, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.  When he looked over at me, a smile on his face, I made a show of wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.  Tit for tat, as it were.

“You are utterly scrumptious, lover,” I said to him.

He chuckled.  “I still need to taste you properly,” he said, crooking his finger at me.

“Why don’t you rest a minute first.  Don’t want you falling asleep on me.”

Chapter 6 - Richie

“Where to now?” I asked her; half knowing the answer but wanting her to say it.  I hugged her to me, and felt her chuckle rumble against my chest.

“The Westin,” she said simply.  Thank God.

“Whatever you say, darlin’,” I answered.  How could I not? 

We left the alley with our arms around each others’ waists.  Christ, Dave and Jon would never let me live this down if they found out.  Sex in an alley. 

With a stranger. 

Fuck, how old am I?  That’s something I would have done 25 years ago.  But hell, I would have had her in the bar if she’d asked.

You would have too.

So now I’m taking her back to my hotel.  I’m going to get the chance to have her in my (borrowed) bed.  I’m going to do my damnest to have her in the shower too.  And over that chair.  Hell there are a thousand ways I want to make love to this woman.

Shit, did I just say ‘make love’?  I meant ‘fuck’.

Shut up, there is too a difference.  I’m no girl, but even I know there’s a difference.  Aimee does not want to be made love too.  Uh-uh.  No way does a woman who wants to be ‘made love to’ pull you into an alley and let you fuck her stupid against a building.

Sure, there’ll be a fair amount of seduction, and gentleness; I’m not a total caveman.  Besides, I like the soft little noises a woman makes when she’s excited; the little sighs and purrs she lets slip out through clenched teeth.  You know, I meant it when I wrote, “to make you feel like a woman makes me feel like a man.”  I truly believe that.

Something else Dave and Jon would never let me live down if they knew.

Anyway, at the top of the alley, we had to wait nearly ten minutes for a cab.  The whole time, we just stood there quietly, arms around each other, lost in thought.  I was wondering if anyone in the bar could see us out the window and knew what we’d been up to.  I saw the looks Aimee was getting from those construction guys.  I know they wanted her.  I figured out pretty quick, too, that she just wanted to get laid.  Lucky for me I showed up when I did.

I turned again to look back into the bar, but Joe keeps the overhead lights dim, so I couldn’t really tell if anyone was watching, but just in case, I slid my hand down to Aimee’s ass and squeezed it lightly.

She hissed in surprise and jumped a little.  “Sorry,” she said.  “My ass is a little bit tender.”

“Aw darlin’, I’m sorry,” I said.  “I didn’t realize…”

She cut me off with a look.  “I didn’t ask you to apologize.  It’s fine, really.”  She got a little wicked gleam in her eye.  “This just means I’m on top when we get to the hotel, and no ass sex tonight.”  She slid her hand down to my ass and squeezed.  “That alright with you?” she asked.

I was stunned at her bluntness.  Stunned and turned on.  Now all I could think about was fucking her ass.  “Absolutely,” I managed. Shit, how could it not be alright?  That meant everything else was on the table.  Do I strike you as moron enough to pass that up?

Besides, her ass may feel better after a soak in the tub.

I was just getting up a good image of naked, soapy Aimee, when she moved and I snapped back to the here and now.  She pulled some sort of hair thingie from her bag and began winding her magnificent mane up into some elaborate knot.  She wrapped the thing around her hair and it stayed, much to my disappointment.  She caught me gaping at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, darlin’,” I said to her.  “I liked it better down.”

She shrugged.  “It’s hot now.  I need it up off my neck.”  She reached up to catch my earlobe with her sharp little teeth, making me forget all about – what was I ranting about?

A clichéd yellow taxi turned the top of the block, and Aimee stepped into the street to raise a hand and hail it.  It cut across two lanes of traffic to screech to a halt in front of us.  I opened the door for her, watching her ass as she climbed into the car.  She knew full well what she was doing.  She actually crawled across the seat, ass up in the air, and her dress left nothing to the imagination.  I saw everything.

And what I saw made me hungry.

As I slid into the car next to Aimee, I slid my hand under her leg, and smiled when she let her thighs fall open just a little.  I leaned forward to tell the cabbie where we were going, and while I was the only thing he saw in his rearview mirror, I slipped a finger into her swollen pussy.

Damn it was still tight and hot and WET, and I told the cabbie if he got us across town in under ten minutes, there’d be an extra hundred in it for him.

With the taxi pulling three G’s, and amid the honking and swearing that is intrinsically Boston, we sped off toward the Westin.  I left my finger where it was, making small circles inside her, and feeling her walls rippling around me.  I looked past her out the window, trying to be nonchalant in checking her out (and cursing again my decision to leave my shades in the room) but had to smile at her flush.

It started down around tits that I knew were straining at their confines and begging for my touch.  It spread up her neck, and with her hair up like that, I could see it cover the bite I left on her shoulder.  I may have to leave a matching one on the other side.  It eased across her cheeks to her eyes, which went wide for a moment before rolling back.

Fuck me, she just came in the cab.

Christ, I can smell it.  It’s intoxicating, that smell.  Thank GOD we’re nearly at the hotel.  I gently slide my hand away, and under the guise of a cough, bring my hand up to my mouth and swipe my tongue across my finger.

“Mmmm, delectable,” I tell her.

“Baby,” she breathed, and I had to lean down to hear her.  “Just imagine how good it will taste without the salt of your fingers messing with my flavor.”

“Jesus,” was the best I could do.

Chapter 5 - Aimee

Holy sweet FUCK I thought he was going to split me in two.  It was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced.  He was sweet, wanting me to adjust to his girth -- he was just so freaking BIG – but where was the fun in that?  I wanted it rough.  I think I got the point across. 

When he rammed into me, I felt the wall biting into my ass, and I knew I’d be all scraped up, but it would be well worth it.  With each thrust, I felt him poking my womb, and I thought, no I knew, I’d be ruined for other men now.  I mean, how can you go back to a Kia once you’ve driven a Ferrari?

Richie had pressed me hard against the wall, and he finally, FINALLY, latched those pretty lips onto my neck and sucked hard while his hips drew back and forth, slamming into me.   The rough texture of the wall behind me added to my excitement, the friction from all sides making the tension in my body nearly unbearable. 

The thought fleetingly crossed my mind that it was coming on full dark now, soon enough people were going to be out and about.  Maybe they’d even have the same idea I did and head down the alley to relieve the pressure.  Thank God I was close to release again.  It wouldn’t do to be found rutting like pigs in a back alley.  But it was so freaking GOOD being fucked here in the alley. 

So naughty and wrong.

So not me.

So HER.

I grabbed Richie’s hair in my hands and pulled his head up, mashing my mouth to his.  He drove his tongue so hard into my mouth it took my breath away.  When he tangled it around mine, and pulled, I thought I would die on the spot. 

He broke the kiss, panting, and locked eyes with me, smiling widely.  He bit down on my neck, on that part between my throat and shoulder that is most sensitive.  He bit and sucked, marking me, and the pull of his mouth on my skin electrified me.  A hand roughly covered one breast, kneading and rubbing, and every once in a while, pinching and pulling.  I’m pretty sure I moaned when he did that.

“Oh, you like that, do you darlin’?” he asked, needlessly.

I groaned something like “Mmnph,” and whimpered when he did it again.  He took my nipple between his fingers and pulled it gently, stretching it.  When it was fully extended, and the sensation was tip-toeing the fine line between pleasure and pain, he gave it a little twist, and I screamed as an orgasm washed over me.  He dropped his hand, pulled my head to his chest, and I screamed into his pec as he kept up the pummeling, thrusting hard into me over and over. 

My back arched hard and my head slammed against the wall.  I saw stars, and my vision started to waiver.  I’m not sure all of it was because of the contact with the wall, but when I thought I might black out there in the alley, he slapped the side of my ass. 

Hard.

Oh God.

“Stay with me,” he commanded, seeing my eyes glaze over.

I dug my heels into his ass, I hope painfully, and was rewarded by a redoubling of effort.  His thrusts were manic now, like if he didn’t get off in the next thirty seconds, the world would end.

I focused on his eyes which were half-closed in concentration.  I could tell his jaw was clenched as he worked to gain his release.  I could FEEL that he was close.  His balls, as they slapped at me, were hard as rocks, and his cock was beyond steel.  I watched a bead of sweat trickle down his hairline, and on impulse, stretched out my tongue to capture it.  It was salty and warm, and the touch of my tongue to his forehead made him lose control.

He bent his knees a little further, and drove into me so hard I thought his balls were going to join his cock up inside me.  I felt a buzzing sensation in my legs that told me I was building up again.  I hoped to hell I would cum with him.  Richie started making these little grunty noises, and I knew it was almost the point of no return for him, too. 

I slid my hand between us and I don’t think Richie even noticed.  I slid the pad of my finger over my clit and pushed hard, making small, tight circles.  Richie felt the extra pressure at the base of his cock and moaned, “Fuck, Aimeeeeee,” and moved faster.

I moved faster.

He brought his mouth up to mine and scooped his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped mine around his and sucked for all I was worth.

I could feel the edge of my orgasm creeping up.  I could practically see it lurking, taunting me with its closeness.  I tore my mouth away to whimper “please,” and Richie immediately dropped his head and sucked my nipple down his throat.  I groaned his name loudly as the buzzing finally turned to a roar, and my head fogged. Each thrust now brought a little “unh” from my lips, and I felt myself go rigid inside while wave after wave of numbing pleasure washed me from stem to stern.  I felt him start to slide more easily inside me and Kiegeled him to keep him where I wanted him.

Richie threw his head back and hissed “Yes!” between gritted teeth.  He stilled for a moment, just half a heartbeat, then I felt it.

The little pulse along the underside of his cock that rippled up the length of me. 

I felt the push of fluid against the barrier that protected us, and it seemed to go on for ever.  He matched the rhythm of his hips to the pulse of his cum.  Richie kissed me tenderly; sipping from my lips as he slowed then finally stopped his motions. 

The muscles in my legs were locked so tight, I couldn’t unhook my heels.  Richie gently unwound me from his waist and held me while I trembled.  He slid from me, and I reached down, fumbling for the handle to my bag.  I pulled it up and rummaged through it until I found a Kleenex and used it to clean him off with shaking hands.

Richie hiked his pants back up and gently fastened my bra, being sure to graze his fingertips over my swollen, distended nipples, making my knees watery again.  He smiled as he buttoned up my dress and gathered me into him, smoothing the back of my dress down over my bruised backside.