The Storm Series, page 10
I wasn’t sure how long she had control of my dick, but soon, that familiar sensation began to hit at the base of my spine and in the deep recesses of my balls. “Baby, I’m going to cum,” I warned her, my dick stuck in a perfect rhythm inside her hot mouth. “I’m going to cum.”
I almost wept when Junie pulled off my dick, looked up at me, then asked in a voice destined to drive me insane, “Do you want it in my mouth or on my face?”
Both!
Christ on The Cross, I wanted to cum both in her mouth and on her face, but it was too early for that. As much as I would love to cum on her stunning face, I had plans for her, and it didn’t include a break, so that she could go wash her face off. Besides, we had the rest of our lives to get filthy with this shit. Tonight, I wanted something in between making love and making porn.
“Your mouth,” I panted like a desperate man. “Your mouth, baby. I want you to swallow it all. Every last fucking drop.”
Junie didn’t need any more convincing. She immediately went back to sucking my dick, and within a matter of only a couple of minutes, I had my hands fisting in her hair, my entire body seizing with my release, my dick shooting ropes and ropes of cum down Junie’s throat.
It felt fucking glorious as I watched her capture every drop, deepthroating me the best that she could to make sure that she got it all. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, and she had tears leaking down the sides of her face, and she had to be more beautiful than any sunset out there.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my knees week, my heart ready to explode inside my chest.
When there was nothing left to give her, she dropped back on her legs, then looked up at me, waiting for what was next.
I reached down, hauled her up by her shoulders, and didn’t even ask permission as I stripped her of all her clothes. She didn’t even protest when I grabbed her by her hips, then tossed her on the bed.
Landing exactly in the middle, I sounded like a man possessed when I said, “I’m going to taste every fucking inch of your body, Junie.” Her eyes flashed with need, and I really did feel possessed then. “Spread your legs,” I ordered. “I want to see your pussy. I want to see how fucking wet it is.” She hesitated for only a second before doing as I asked, and I was right; her pussy was soaked.
I crawled my way on the bed and up her body, and the heat from my body must have felt good because she moaned and stretched beneath me. “Ripley…” she whimpered.
My lips found her collarbone as I asked, “Did sucking my dick make you wet? Is all that cream from swallowing my cock?”
“Yes,” she shamelessly answered.
“You like sucking cock, baby?” I asked as I made my way down to one of her perfect tits.
“I like sucking your dick,” she panted as my lips wrapped around her nipple.
I let off her tit long enough to say, “That’s the right answer.”
Her hands slid through my hair as she anchored me to her tit. “Ripley, please…”
“What do you need?” I asked around sucking her hard nub before working my way to her other tit. “Tell me, and it’s yours, Junie.”
“You.”
My heart threatened to burst right through my rib cage at that. “Right answer again,” I murmured around laving my attentions on her perfect chest.
Junie’s thighs opened wider around my hips, and I knew that she was trying to reach for that friction that would help bring her some relief. “Ripley…” she moaned again, and I loved hearing her beg me.
Sliding one of my hands down her body, Junie let out the sexiest moan ever when my fingers reached her soaked heat. The woman was so wet that I could hear the slickness as my fingers played in her folds. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Before she could beg any more, I kissed my way down her body, careful to keep my fingers from her clit; I was saving that for my tongue.
When I finally found myself with my face centered between her legs, I knew one thing for certain; it would take an act of God to keep me from eating this pussy, and an act of God only.
Chapter 19
Junie~
I could feel Ripley’s breath hitting me right in the center, and the anticipation was killing me. Blowing him earlier had gotten me so worked up that I was probably going to explode the second that he put his tongue on me.
“Fuck, I can smell how much you want me,” he growled between my legs, and the man had no idea.
Always believing that Ripley never cared for me, I felt like a goddamn superhero with how much he seemed to want me now. While I had appreciated Ripley in a way that any red-blooded woman would, I hadn’t ever let myself go there because I really had believed that he hadn’t cared for me. Then I had started dating Paul, so none of that had mattered after that.
However, I was beyond the past at this moment. I was going to enjoy this while it lasted, and the romantic girl in me hoped that it lasted longer than this weekend. Even though we lived on opposite sides of the state, I was still letting myself feel hopeful. It was the worst thing that a woman could do to herself, but I couldn’t seem to help it.
“Ripley, please…” I begged, beyond feeling embarrassed or fearful that he might think I was a slut.
“Please, what?” he teased. “Do you need my mouth on this pussy?”
“Yes,” I practically cried out.
Done with the teasing, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt that first swipe of Ripley’s tongue lick between my wet folds. When his tongue touched my ready and sensitive clit, I felt two of his fingers enter my tight channel, and I let out an appreciative hiss at the way that he was stretching me out. It’d been so long since anything thicker than a tampon had been in there, and with the way that his fingers felt inside me, I knew that big dick of his was going to do some serious damage.
When I had pulled Ripley’s shorts down and had gotten my first look at his dick, I had almost choked on my surprise. While I had felt it enough in the water earlier as he kissed my neck, he’d done his best to not press it up against me completely, so I’d only gotten a vague idea of how big he was. However, dropping his shorts and having it presented to me like an offering had felt insane. Ripley’s dick was thick, long, veiny, and a blessing from God.
I laid back, opened my legs further, then lost myself in the sensation of Ripley’s fingers sliding in deep, curling up, then retreating as his tongue worshipped my clit. Every now and again, his tongue would lick me from hole to clit, and while I wasn’t a stranger to a man going down on me, Ripley Storm sure knew how to savor a woman. He was firing up every single nerve down there, his rough groans dancing along my sensitive skin.
Even though I was already laying in a wet spot, my body tensed when I felt a third finger exploring something that I’d never let myself experience before. Paul had never asked, but that could be because he’d been getting it from somewhere else. Something told me that Leslie hadn’t been his first.
Replaying Ripley’s earlier words, I decided to just let go and give him what he had given me. He’d been open and vocal about letting me do whatever it was that I wanted to him, so I didn’t want to ruin what we had going by locking up with doubt now.
I was wet enough that his finger slid in easily, and the sensation of dual penetration and a tongue stimulating my clit was enough to follow this man around like a deranged stalker. “Oh, God…” I whimpered, my body arching with pleasure that was so indescribable that there was no way that I’d ever judge orgies again.
“Like that, baby?” Ripley asked as he licked at my center. “Because I do.”
My hands tightened in his hair. “I’ve never…Christ…”
That only seemed to encourage him more, because his fingers went in deeper, his tongue doubling on its efforts. Soon, I was practically ripping his hair out, screaming his name, not caring if the entire house heard me outside. My body was exploding in a release so intense that white spots danced behind my eyes, and that had never happened to me before.
By now, I was sure that everyone knew that we weren’t returning with the blankets, but I couldn’t bring myself to care or be embarrassed that they all knew what was going on up here. Ripley was still working both of my holes, his tongue lapping my cream up like a good boy, and I could feel another orgasm threatening to rip right through me.
“I just need one more, baby,” he rasped against my flesh. “Give me one more, so that I can finally fuck the life out of you.”
Any woman that didn’t like dirty talk was stupid, and there was no argument out there that could convince me of anything different.
Holy.
Shit.
When the second orgasm slammed through my body, it felt like I couldn’t even function anymore. My body was a trembling mess of useless muscle, and my lungs were struggling to get enough air in them to continue to exist. I’d never had a man make me cum by stimulating both my clit and g-spot, never mind a finger in my ass, and the entire experience had blown my mind and body to pieces.
I didn’t open my eyes until Ripley was covering my body again, his weight braced on his elbows, his hips forcing my twitching legs to remain open for him.
His eyes looked like blue flames, and though he’d wiped off most of my mess from his face, I could still see traces of wetness on his left cheek. If he smiled now, one of his dimples would glisten with the evidence of my orgasm.
“Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I blurted, too lethargic to guard my words. “You’re so damn sexy.”
His face softened, though that heat was still blazing inside those baby blues of his. “Tell me that I can have you, Junie,” Ripley whispered, his lips dancing across mine, the taste of me on his lips. “Tell me that I can have all of you.”
I had no idea if he meant that he wanted my heart or my ass, but he could have them both as far as I was concerned. “You have me,” I replied, the feeling of his hard dick on my pussy driving me crazy.
“All of you,” he repeated.
“All of me,” I quickly agreed. “You can have all of me. Whatever you want, Ripley.”
Not needing to guide his dick because it was so hard and I was so wet, Ripley Storm pulled his hips back before ramming every inch of his cock deep inside my body.
“Fuck,” he hissed at the same time that my body arched in the most painful way.
Even though I was soaked through to the bed, the thickness that was tearing me apart was too hard to ignore or pretend wasn’t happening. “Oh, God…Ripley…oh, shit…”
“Shhh, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Just hold on. Relax. You’re so fucking tight, Christ.”
Taking in a few deep breaths, I did my best to relax around his invasion of my body. I knew that once he got moving that the pain would fade, but I felt like a goddamn virgin again. It’d only been a year, but I guess that’d been long enough to tighten things up again down there.
After a few tense seconds, Ripley pulled back out a few inches before sliding back in as deeply as he could. “Junie...baby,” he hissed. “I…I gotta move, baby.”
My arms came up and wrapped around his back, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades. “Okay,” I panted. “I’m ready.”
It took several thrusts and a couple of minutes, but eventually, we’d gotten into a rhythm as old as time itself. Soon, Ripley was pushing into me with enough force to make the headboard bounce against the wall, and I was lifting my hips, trying to get him in deeper.
Bodies were slapping against each other, moans, whimpers, grunts, and dirty words were echoing all around us as Ripley did his best to fuck the life out of me as promised. With the discomfort came a delicious pleasure that I’d never say no to. Not only did Ripley Storm know how to eat pussy, but the man also knew how to fuck one.
An hour and three different positions later, Ripley was back to covering my body with his, his beautiful face sweaty like the rest of him. However, he wasn’t the only one. My body was covered in sweat from the both of us, and my thighs were covered in the three additional releases that he had pulled from my body. We were definitely going to need a shower, but for now, I wanted the dirty side of it all.
Looking down at me, his voice was hoarse, dark, and sexy as he said, “Tell me that I can cum inside you, Junie.” We weren’t using protection, further proof of just how dickmatized this man had me. Even though I was on birth control, I had used condoms with Paul because we had been adamant about no accidents, neither of us ready for kids.
Staring up at the perfect face of Ripley Storm, I did the most irresponsible thing that I’d ever done in my life. “I want you to cum inside me, Ripley.” He dropped his head as he growled into my neck. “Cum deep inside of me.”
A minute later, the man was emptying everything that he had inside my used body, and it was the most perfect feeling ever.
Chapter 20
Ripley~
Junie was curled up next to me, and as much as I wanted to stay in this moment forever, I had to piss like a motherfucker. Plus, I’d kept her up all night, so I wasn’t even sure when she’d be waking up, and me pissing in the bed would not make the best impression, no matter how many orgasms I’d given the woman last night.
Carefully getting out of bed, I made sure that Junie was warm and cuddled with my pillow before taking care of business. However, instead of limiting things to taking a piss, I brushed my teeth, then took a quick shower. While my dick felt a little raw this morning, and there were a few scratch marks decorating my back, the rest of me was just fine.
Junie was still asleep when I reentered the bedroom, so deciding to let her rest a little, I threw on a t-shirt, some sweats, then slipped on a pair of socks. Coffee was the plan, so I didn’t need to put shoes on for that.
Making my way downstairs and towards the kitchen, I immediately saw Roark standing outside the sliding glass doors, smoke floating into the air. I once tried to lecture him about smoking, but then he’d given me a quick rundown on why he smoked. He’d said that when I was responsible for millions of dollars, knowing every tax law code there was out there, and had to deal with the IRS, then I could lecture him about smoking. I never brought the subject up again after that.
I put the coffee on, and about a minute later, Roark was making his way back inside. He eyed me before saying, “I hope one of those cups is for me.”
I grinned. “Of course.”
Roark came to stand next to me, leaning against the counter as I watched the pot brew. “So, where’s Junie?” Roark never was one to pussyfoot.
“Still in bed,” I answered, looking over at my brother. “She’s sleeping.”
He gave me a terse nod. “I’m happy for you, Rip,” he said. “I really am. I just…I probably want a happy ending for you guys more than you do.”
“Doubtful,” I snorted.
Roark grinned. “Just be good to my girl, okay? That’s all I ask.”
“I’d marry her tomorrow if I thought she’d say yes, Roark,” I told him honestly. “Whatever this is, I’ve been feeling it for five years. This is serious for me. She’s it.”
“Yeah, well, she wants a winter wedding,” he joked. “Weren’t you paying attention?”
I smiled. “Then that’s what she’ll get.”
At the sound of shuffling feet, Roark and I both turned our heads to see Phineas coming our way. He was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts only, the rest of him on display, including a couple of hickeys on his rib cage.
“Fun night?” I asked.
The man forced his way between me and Roark, already reaching for a mug. “If either of you have any compassion in your souls, this first cup is mine.”
Roark chuckled. “Yeah, because who gives a shit about my hangover.”
Phin went about pouring the first cup, then stepped out of the way, letting Roark pour the second one. “It’s all yours.”
“I’m the one who made the coffee, assholes,” I pointed out.
“You’re also the only one who isn’t hungover as fuck,” Phin retorted. “So, you’re getting no sympathy from this end.”
“Yeah, well, since I’m the only stupid motherfucker here not getting laid, fuck both of you,” Roark grumbled.
“Touché, my friend,” Phin grinned.
Shaking my head, I finally poured my coffee. “I’m headed back upstairs,” I told them. “I don’t want Junie waking up with me not there.”
“My head hurts too much, or else I’d give you so much shit for that,” Phin teased.
I flipped him off as I made my way back up the stairs and to my bedroom. Junie was exactly where I’d left her and in the exact same position. Before I could decide between finishing my coffee and crawling back into bed with her, my phone started ringing. Quickly reaching for it beside the bed on the nightstand, so as not to wake Junie, I almost spilled all my damn coffee. The last thing that I needed on this perfect morning was third-degree goddamn burns.
My room had a sliding glass door that led out onto the rooftop, so there I went. The cabin was split-level, and the bottom roof was also another deck if you wanted to lay out and watch the stars at night.
Seeing the name on my phone, I knew that I’d better answer because it would just keep ringing until I did. “Hey.”
“Flip Trick Magazine,” was the greeting, and I groaned.
“No.”
“C’mon, Ripley,” Madeline whined. “It’s a feature.” Madeline Houser was my agent, PR rep, and all-around manager of my career. Where Roark handled all my finances, Madeline handled everything else.
“I said no, Madeline,” I repeated. “That was a one-time thing. I’ve told you that already.”
“It won’t be like last time,” she swore. “I promise, Ripley. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“You can’t guarantee that,” I pointed out. “I told you that it was a one-time thing, and I meant it. I am not interested.”
“It’ll be a male interviewer and-”
“You’re not hearing me,” I interrupted. “It’s not happening.”
The one and only time that I’d done an interview for Flip Trick Magazine, the woman interviewing me had not been interested in interviewing me at all. She’d been so obvious that she’d even shown up at my hotel room that night, naked under a trench coat. As soon as I had sent her on her way, I had called Madeline and had told her to never book with them ever again. I didn’t risk my life snowboarding to not be taken seriously during these interviews.
