twenty-seven
peyton
Rut and I had just started for the house when Herb came running around the side of it. In all the time he’d been here, I didn’t think I’d ever seen him run. I then noticed the smile, one that was out of character for his face.
“We got ʼem.”
This didn’t mean anything to me, but I saw Rut’s reaction, however small it may have been. It meant something to him.
Before I could ask, Rut grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the house, following Herb who was already halfway to the door.
“What am I missing?”
He didn’t answer, just pulled me along. More curious about where we were going, I didn’t press the question. He took us to the back room, the one that would be the family room, swatches of fabric here and there as I tried to determine the color scheme, but this was where the monitors were set up. The ones for the cameras on the house. It was then it dawned.
“The trespasser. We got him on tape?” I asked but I didn’t need an answer because I was staring at the footage. And even seeing it, I didn’t believe it. Fear twisted in my stomach along with anger.
I blurted out, “That’s Jack Stone.” Two sets of eyes snapped to me, mine going to Rut’s before I said again as the realization settled. “That’s the man who visited me at my apartment that day.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rut rumbled. His loud deep voice echoing through the house had the workers completely stopping.
I wasn’t sure if it was the fear or the anger that caused my body to uncontrollably shake. He had been on my property, he had come into my world and broke things. Manhandling me was one thing, being a prick at the office was another, but he had come here with the intent of causing me harm. No, it was anger that had me pacing from the monitors.
My voice shook. “He broke things. Things we spent that day buying, he came in here and he broke them. Who the hell does he think he is?” I ended on a shout. And even being more pissed than I’d ever been, I was scared too, because what kind of person did that?
Rut seeing my fear, crossed the room to me, pulled me up against him, his arms coming around me. I sank into him, my hands fisted his tee. One arm left me to grab his cell out of his pocket.
When he spoke into his phone, his voice was hard when he demanded, “I need an officer out at forty-seven Clover Lane, now.” Then he ended his call, placed his phone back in his pocket and said to me, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get it sorted.”
And I knew Rut would, but the idea that Jack had violated my privacy, invaded my home because he was a child; I was so pissed I wanted to hurt something. Instead, I pulled from Rut. I needed to walk it off. “I’m going to get my stuff and go to the trailer.” I looked over at Herb, he was looking at his shoes. “Thank you.”
His eyes lifted to me, a small smile on his face was the only reply he gave. I walked from the room, starting for the door but detoured to the kitchen and walked right out back, heading to the cliffs. The sea air did a lot to calm me. I didn’t see anything, didn’t look at all the work that had been done. I was too pissed off and I didn’t want to be reminded of Jack Stone every time I took in the beauty of my house. So I stood on the cliff’s edge, watched as the dark clouds rolled in, watched as the sun started dipping below the horizon. Rut didn’t come to me. I was grateful for that, but he knew me well enough to know this was my sanctuary; this place. Him.
I wasn’t sure how long it was before I heard him calling from the house.
“Peaches!” His voice boomed through the yard. “Inside, babe, cops are here!”
It was a testament to what that man made me feel. Even being furious, I could smile at his endearing way of calling me inside. Turning from the view, I strolled back up the yard, inside to the family room to see the two cops that had come out the last time standing there. I wasn’t sure what I missed, but I was wishing I hadn’t because both had their heads down, looking like children after getting reprimanded by their parents. My gaze jerked to Rut. He didn’t give any outwardly obvious signs of anger, but I could see it in the hard line of his body, the muscles that were tense.
“Jack Stone,” Rut said firmly and when the cops still stood there, heads down, he shouted, “You gonna write this shit down?” Their heads jolted up, their faces hard as they stared at Rut. “Got all the fucking evidence you need, right there.” He waved his hand to the monitors.
“Yes,” one officer said. “Mr. Raines. We will get right on it, see what we can find out.”
Herb reached for the flash drive of the copy he had made of the footage of Jack Stone on my property and handed it to the cops.
“Some fucking high schoolers, huh?” Rut bit out harshly.
Both cops glared at him and I was worried that if Rut didn’t stop now, I would be bailing him out of jail in a few hours. So I lay a hand on his arm to calm him.
“Ma’am,” One of the officers addressed me, “What can you tell us about Jack Stone?”
“We used to work together in Boston. He paid me a visit there, not too long ago. It didn’t go well.” I glanced at the monitors. “Not going to lie, I’m disturbed he is here. There’s more you need to know, so you might want to keep those pens and paper out, but first I’ll put on coffee because this might take a while.”
***
I left as soon as I shared the information I had on Jack Stone with the cops. Rut stayed behind, to see them out. I was in the trailer, sitting in the little kitchen, a cooling cup of coffee in front of me. Now that I’d had time to process, there was a part of me relieved that we knew who had been causing the trouble. I wouldn’t sleep until they had Jack in custody, but at least we knew now.
It wasn’t Jack though that filled my thoughts. I didn’t know the details of what I heard that day in front of his office, but I knew it was about whatever dark secret Rut kept. The anguish in his voice, the pain that showed in every part of him, including how he paced. It was as close to broken as I think a man like him came. He said he’d been left out in the cold, said those words to his father. That broke my heart.
My head snapped up when the door opened and Rut walked in, pulling it closed he locked it.
“They’ve got several units out canvassing the town,” he said as he leaned back against the kitchen counter.
My voice ached with love when I whispered, “I need you.”
His eyes went dark, understanding burning there. I didn’t want tenderness, I wanted Rut. He knew me as well as I knew him when he said, “Clothes off, now.”
My clit pulsed. I wanted him to take control. Wanted him to know I was happily handing it over. I stepped back, fisted the hem of my tee and pulled it over my head. Reaching behind my back, I flipped the clasp, my bra slipping down my arms to land with my tee. My jeans and panties followed.
“On the bed,” he ordered, is voice gruff and sexy as hell.
My body was humming; wet heat accompanied the ache between my thighs as I followed his command.
I sat on the edge and watched as Rut undressed. Everything he did seemed deliberate and so fucking sexy. He prowled to the bed, and my heart throbbed in time with my clit.
“Down.”
Tingles started, anticipation for whatever he had planned. He yanked me to the edge of the bed, my pulse raced. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs.
I sighed on a moan. Heaven.
His tongue toyed with my clit, turning the ache into a tingle that shot right to my core, more wet heat pooled. He slipped one finger inside and caressed me. It wasn’t enough.
“I need more,” I begged, my hips lifted, his heavy hand on my belly stilled me. He didn’t give me more, not right away, and the anticipation of getting more intensified the pleasure. A second finger joined the first. He pushed them deep.
“Oh God yes,” I moaned. My hips lifting, still wanting more.
He hooked his fingers, finding just the right spot.
“Rut,” I panted out and grabbed his head, lacing my fingers through his hair, my hips moving into his touch, finding the rhythm that turned the ache into a throbbing that took over my pussy, building the pleasure until I hit the edge. That second where the sensations were suspended, the calm before the storm, then I was falling over it.
“Rutledge!” I screamed as he drove his tongue into me, greedily, as I convulsed around it.
He didn’t stop, he never did, he took his time tasting everything I had to give and only when he was satisfied did those eyes look up at me. He put a knee to the bed, his muscled arms followed causing his tats to dance as he crawled his way up to me.
One hand cupped the back of my head as he pulled my mouth to his for a kiss that left me weak. His taste, ours, was my favorite. The heavy weight of him was pressed against my leg, and even having just come, my pussy contracted greedily.
Reaching between our bodies, I wrapped my hand around his cock and slid it up. “Can I?” I was getting better but I still felt uncertain at times because I didn’t have the experience he had, but right now I wanted to ride him.
“Can you what?”
“I want to be on top.”
The words were barely out of my mouth and he was rolling us, his hands on my hips as I straddled his.
Shimmying back, I reached for his cock, again fisting it before moving my hand up his shaft. His hot eyes were on my hand as I moved it back down.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
I lifted up and settled his cock at my opening. Slowly I sank down onto him, my body stretching to accommodate him, my back arching as I took him deep.
“Jesus,” he grated out, deeply.
Soft sounds burned in the back of my throat before I whispered hoarsely, “You feel so good.”
Lifting up, I eased off him a bit before I sank back down. His fingers on my hips tightened. I dropped my hands to either side of his shoulders, my nipples brushing his chest, and my clit rubbing against him with every shift of my hips. My tongue ran along his parted lips, before dipping inside his mouth. I felt my body making that climb again, felt as he swelled inside me.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted.
All the air rushed from my lungs, when he flipped us, his big body covering mine. One hand held the back of my thigh, pushing it back, giving him access to drive deep. The other one went to the headboard as he took over, thrusting into me hard and fast. My hand moved between our bodies, my finger rubbing my clit as he pounded into me. I came hard and he was right with me when he seated himself deep and growled out my name.
***
Rut’s cell woke us. His arm was around my waist, his hand at my stomach. I moved into him, when he reached back for his phone.
“Hey,” he grumbled in greeting. I felt his body tense, before he clipped out. “See you in ten.” He rolled back into me and told me, “Get dressed, they got Jack at the station.” Then he moved out of the bed.
Relief hit hard. “That was fast,” I said as I followed him out of bed, grabbing the jeans I’d had on earlier and tugging them on. “Where did they find him? Did they say?” I was babbling. He’d only been on the phone a second, so it was unlikely the cops said more than what he shared. “Never mind.” I didn’t realize it was part fear fueling me, not until Rut walked to me.
He cupped my cheeks, tilted my head so my eyes met his. “We deal together, yeah?”
That was all it took. This man and I felt the fear ease out of me. “Yeah. Together.”
“Together,” he whispered before he placed a kiss on my forehead.
He started away from me when I said, “Thank you.”
His face got hard, eyes dark when he ordered, “Don’t thank me for this kinda shit, Peaches, it’s my job.” He sat on the edge of the bed to put on his sneakers.
I couldn’t help the smile. “I’m not thanking you for this shit. I’m thanking you for giving me a we.”
He lifted his head from tying his sneakers, and winked at me. “Then you can thank me later for giving you a we.”
I felt those words, even aching from earlier. I reached for my tee. “Is it possible to die from too much sex?”
“Not fucking sure, Peaches,” he said, grabbing for his wallet and keys off the small dresser and finished, “But we can give it a try.”
I slipped on my flowered boots. “This is a good plan.”
I started out the front door, but Rut held me back, walking out first. I didn’t move, waited for Rut to take my hand as we started up the yard to his truck. “What do you suppose he intended to do? Pester us for life with his bullshit or do you think he was working up to something?”
He held the passenger side door open for me. “Don’t fucking know, Peaches,” he said as I climbed up into the truck. “Sure we’ll find out soon.”
I almost didn’t want to know. They had him, he wouldn’t be bothering us anymore, I wasn’t sure I needed to hear all the details.
It was weird driving through town so early because there were no lights on in the shops, even the street lights in the square were out. Only the stop lights were on, steady green since there were no cars on the road, except us.
Rut pulled into the police station, parking around back. He climbed out; I followed and met him in the front of his truck. He took my hand again and dragged me inside, and he was dragging because I really didn’t want to be there.
The glow of fluorescent lights lit the entrance as Rut yanked open the door. A cop sat at the front desk, his head lifting when we entered. He didn’t ask who we were, just lifted the phone and called to the bullpen. A few minutes later, one of the cops from earlier appeared.
“We got him. Found him holed up at Driftwood Motel just outside of town. Looks like he’d been there a while.”
“What was he doing when you found him?” I asked.
“Well…” He shuffled his feet. “We didn’t technically find him. We received a call, a disturbance of the peace call from the motel owner. It was Jack Stone. He was trashing his motel room.”
He was throwing a temper tantrum. That sounded about right.
He shook his head. “Considering how we found him, he sure is a prissy uptight son of a…” Looking over at me he added, “Never been asked to provide a vegan meal in here before.”
That was Jack.
“Why don’t you folks come on back? I got some things I need you to see. Need to know if you recognize any of it.”
Rut was a step ahead of me, his hold on my hand unyielding. It was very comforting. We reached the bullpen; there were more cops on call than I would have thought. At one of the desks, evidence bags were scattered about.
“Like I said, he was trashing his room, but when we did the sweep we found a few things that just didn’t fit.” He lifted a bag with a hammer. “Like this.”
My eyes found Rut’s. Herb had said things had gone missing from the house. Easy money to bet that hammer was from Herb’s crew.
It was Rut who said, “Herb’s crew had shit missing. He’d be able to identify that.”
“All right. I’ll ask him to come in in the morning.”
I wasn’t listening because in one of the evidence bags was my orange sweater. It was unnerving seeing my sweater, knowing he’d been to my house, had taken it, had kept it, but seeing the confirmation that it really had been Jack behind the odd occurrences, it was like a weight being removed from my shoulders.
“That’s my sweater,” I offered.
“Do you recognize anything else?”
“No, but like Rut said there were many things that went missing so the best person to answer that is Herb or Willy. What did he tell you? When you arrested him, did he say anything?”
Rut snickered beside me, holding up a gold chocolate coin. “Fucker even had time to buy the good shit.” The officer laughed along with him, agreeing.
I glanced at the coin, but I was more interested in what the hell he had to say for himself. “Well?”
The cop dragged his focus back to me. “All he said was you were a fucking…” His face went red, as he stopped himself.
“I was a fucking what?”
“Excuse me?” Rut’s voice was hard, he dropped the coin and leaned in toward the officer.
It was like horses had to draw it out of the cop, though I wasn’t sure if it was the language that made him pause, it being in front of me, or the hard look on Rut’s face. “He called her a fucking cunt, said she ruined his life. He has some issues that one.”
“Is that so?” Rut asked and began to scan the area. “The fucker in here?”
The cop was wary, looking around, before he said. “Not yet. Here’s what I can tell you. He was fired, about five weeks ago.”
“Wait, he was?” That explained Jack’s visit. He must have known it was coming, was hoping bringing me back would save him.
“Yeah. There seems to be some issues with his employment, some shady practices that were uncovered. He immediately called for his lawyer, but his father is withholding the lawyer. In fact, his own father is pressing charges for other incidents. The man dug himself into a hole, and with the wrong people. So you don’t need to worry about him. He’s got to worry about the charges in Boston that are felonies, they have jurisdiction. We’re just holding him until Boston PD sends someone to retrieve him.”
Rut again scanned our surrounding. “Don’t give a fuck about all that. When’s he coming in?”
The cop looked around before he lowered his voice. “If asked, I’ll deny it, but I got myself a daughter. If someone talked about my daughter…” He looked around again. “Last room on the right.”
“Appreciate it,” Rut grumbled, cracked his neck side to side and said, “Be back.”
He called after Rut, “Leave something for Boston PD to collect.”
Rut started down the hall and muttered, “Do my best.”
I followed him. I probably shouldn’t have, but I did. He stopped dead in his tracks causing me to crash into his back. “Omph.”
“Where the fuck you think you’re going, Peaches?” His voice was deep, solid and his eyes dark, intense.
“I want to watch.”
He shook his head, lips slightly tipping up. “Get your ass back out there…” Rut stopped talking when he heard a door, saw Jack being escorted out by an officer. “Guess you’ll get your show after all,” Rut uttered to me before moving forward.
It happened so fast but as soon as Rut stepped within distance of Jack, he raised his right arm, his fist connecting with Jack’s nose. I actually heard the sound of his bone crunching before he doubled over, groaning in pain, blood pouring from his nose.
Rut squatted, got close to Jack’s face and grated out, “I suggest you think again before calling my girl a fucking cunt.” He righted himself, looked to the officer that had a deer in headlights look on his face and said, “I’m done.” Then he grabbed my hand and towed me away down the hall.
I didn’t look back at Jack, didn’t give him any thought. My hand holding Rut’s tightened, because that had been the coolest thing I’d ever seen. All those years I’d wanted to punch that fucker in the face. Now that was an image of Jack I would have liked on film.
The cop that had been escorting Jack called to the cop who was grinning as we walked from the bullpen. “Aren’t we going to do something?”
“Do what?” the cop said. “I didn’t see anything.”
Rut didn’t even slow his stride, just kept walking right out of the station.
“We definitely should have gotten that on film,” I said.
He grinned and totally threw me when he asked, “You hungry?”
“Hell, yeah. Violence apparently makes me hungry.”
He shook his head this time at me as he pulled his cell from his pocket. “Fuck, it’s only four am, nothing’s open yet.” He clicked the fob causing the truck to unlock and light up. “You wanna grab some McDonald’s?”
“Yes, milkshakes too.”
“Absolutely.”
***
The cabinets in the kitchen were installed. I stood with Willy admiring the glass paned, winter white cabinets. They were perfect. The countertops would be going in soon, the island was coming along. Thinking about that day we discussed it, the happiness I saw in Rut’s eyes. It was just a kitchen island, but it stirred good memories for him. A little smile touched my lips at the thought of adding more happy memories. I had a thought, one I wasn’t sure I had the guts to pull off, but then I was coming to learn that Rut pushed me outside my comfort zone, did so even while making me feel protected and safe, cherished. Maybe I did have it in me.
“Glad you went with white,” Willy said pulling me from my thoughts.
“Me too.”
I decided on white granite countertops that looked like marble because I wanted the durability of granite. The kitchen island would be a statement piece, the island framed out in shiplap and a soapstone countertop to bring a little visual interest to the white kitchen.
“Granite is about done being cut. They’ll be starting on the soapstone next,” Willy offered.
My focus turned from the kitchen to Willy. “When this place is done, I’m throwing a party. You’ll come, won’t you?”
I’d caught him off guard, he almost choked on his coffee. He wiped at his mouth, coughed in air and said, “I’d like that.”
“Me too. You brought this place back to life. Thank you.”
A light color touched his cheeks, his focus shifting away from me. “Happy to do it.”
He then placed his mug on the counter and headed for the door. “Better get back to work.” But I knew he was feeling a little overwhelmed. He’d have to get used to it. He said he didn’t have family. He did now.
***
I was in the backyard snapping a few pictures with my phone. The beauty I had seen under the neglect, Herb, Willy and their team had seen it too. It was beautiful, the creamy white woodwork against the gray. The widow’s walk was inviting, a place I could see myself losing hours. The porch where I couldn’t wait to sit with Rut and watch a storm over the sea.
The other night lingered in my thoughts, the nerve of Jack coming here, so like him but so infuriating; it was thinking about Rut though, and him punching Jack in the face that brought a smile. He’d handled that just like he did everything else, straightforward. The man was magnificent.
I stood in the yard and almost sighed in relief. No more strange noises, or rustling bushes, no vandalism, no odd sensations when walking through town. Jack had been here, from almost the beginning, but there was comfort knowing our intruder wasn’t a criminal mastermind, just a child dressed in a suit.
My cell buzzed, Coda got the pictures. “The place looks amazing.”
“Right? It’s perfect.”
“You knew. You saw it.”
“I did.” Thinking back, it hadn’t been all that long but how much my life had changed. “How’s Laura?”
“Good.” I knew that tone. It was better than good. “We’re thinking about moving in together. You know with cost of living in Boston, it makes sense.”
“Right because that’s what your focus is, saving money.”
“Smart-ass.”
“Always.” More softly I added, “I think that’s a great idea.” And I did. Knowing he had found what I had made me happy.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
“So, get this, Jack Stone was arrested,” I said without ceremony.
His voice turned hard. “What do you mean?”
“There were some weird occurrences at the house, little things at first and then one day someone trashed a bunch of stuff.”
“What?” he clipped.
“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d jump in your car. I didn’t want that, didn’t want to worry you.”
His reply was inaudible. I continued.
“Sounds like he lost his job not long after that day he came to my apartment. Came here to give me trouble. Stupid stuff, but annoying and unsettling.”
“The cops arrested him?”
“Yeah, but what he did here was nothing compared to the trouble he apparently got into in Boston, including his father pressing charges.”
“His own dad?” Coda sounded incredulous.
“Yeah.”
“Damn. I thought his dad thought he walked on water.”
“Me too.”
“Pretentious little ass. Fucking can’t stand that guy. I’ve said it before, I don’t trust someone who doesn’t eat meat.”
I laughed, Coda was a carnivore, then his statement really sank in. Jack was a health nut. He even demanded vegan at the station house, so chocolate coins in his motel room didn’t make any sense.
“Peyton?”
I moved on, but the thought lingered in the back of my head. “Rut punched him in the face. Broke his nose I think.”
“Good. Asshole had it coming.”
Yeah he did. “I was upset that he came here, but it’s exactly something he would do. He never takes accountability. He got fired, he needed someone to blame so he blamed me. And like in his way, he had a temper tantrum.”
“Again, I say asshole.”
“Understatement. I just wish I could see him in lock up.”
“Why?” Coda asked confused.
“Because orange is so not his color.”
***
I stood in the kitchen. It was done and it looked even better than I imagined. Staring at the kitchen island, I was glad we didn’t take it out. I could see people gathered around it during the holidays, children sitting around it making cookies. Warmth moved through me at the idea of children with Rut.
I played with my robe, my stomach flipping and twisting in knots. I’d sent the crew home earlier. Surprised Willy when I told him to give them all the rest of the day off, but I wanted to share the moment with only one person.
Rut was off doing I didn’t know what, but he needed to come home now before I lost my nerve. Reaching for my phone, I called him.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted, I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Hey. How long are you going to be?”
“Just left the grocery store now. Got some steaks for tomorrow night...” He paused, and his tone went on alert. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Everything’s good. Just when you get back come to the kitchen. I have to show you something.”
“Babe,” he chuckled. “We got two fucking kitchens, gotta be more specific.”
“The main house.”
“See you in ten,” his deep voice replied before the line went dead.
I dropped my phone on the counter. Chills moved down my arms. I was nervous, but in a good way. This was Rut. This was the man I loved. And because of him, I was more confident, more comfortable in my own skin. He’d given that to me and I needed him to know he had.
I grabbed the stepstool and pulled it to the island. My fingers were shaking a bit when I untied my robe, pulling it from my shoulders so it fell to the floor. It was cold, goosebumps rose on my skin though I wasn’t sure if it was the temperature or nerves. Climbing on the stool, I settled onto the island, head resting on my upturned hand. I moved my hair to cover my breasts and bent one leg so nothing showed, but I was lying there bare ass naked.
I heard the door open and next came Rut’s deep voice booming through the rooms. “Where in the fuck is everyone?” His voice grew closer with every footfall. “Did they fuck something up ʼcause if they…” He turned the corner of the kitchen and his eyes came to me, he blinked, he even shook his head as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Fucking hell,” he drawled out, a grin tipping his lips, bright blue eyes instantly turning dark. “They did a really great job on the island.” His lips moved further up as he teased. He leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his firm chest. “What a fucking stunning view.”
Seeing him, just him being here had the nerves fading. I smiled. “I thought you’d like it.”
His voice got rough when he said, “Like is a fucking understatement.”
I pulled my hair back, let it fall behind my shoulder. “Maybe you should show me how much you like it.”
Even with his arms crossed, I could see the muscles flex, but he kept his ground. “I fucking love it but I’m soaking all this in, baby. ʼCause...” He paused, eyes roamed down my body and back up. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You have the best way with words. Take your time then.”
He pushed off the doorjamb, slowly making his way toward me. “I will.” He gave me a mischievous grin as he circled the island; a finger slightly brushed my bare ass. Still moving, he ran it over the top of my foot before he leisurely drew a line up my thigh. His finger grazed my nipple, so simple a touch but I was on fire. “So goddamn fucking beautiful.” His voice turned deep and rough. “This your way of showing me how much you trust me, and are comfortable with me?” He ran a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“My way of handing over control to the one person I trust completely with it.”
He guided his finger along my lower lip as he told me, “Well, let’s see if that holds true.” He ended with a wink before his eyes drifted down my body.
“Get on your knees,” he huskily ordered.
I didn’t hesitate and did as he asked, shifting my body until I was on my knees. The cool soapstone hurt, but it was a pain I’d deal with because the anticipation of what was coming was heady, especially when his hands started caressing the globes of my ass, a heavy throaty groan escaping from him.
“Jesus,” he grunted as he ran a finger down the crack of my ass.
My body tensed as his caress reached unexplored territory, but he didn’t stop there as he continued down through my folds with ease.
“Soaked,” he grumbled under his breath. “Hold onto the edge, Peaches,” he demanded.
And as soon as my hands gripped the rounded edge of the island, his mouth went between my open legs. A gasp left my mouth. He then moved his hands to my inner thighs, pressing them open further. His mouth assaulted my pussy, licking, sucking, nipping all the soft and sensitive flesh.
“Yes,” I breathed when his tongue dipped further into me, swirling, tasting all of me.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist, his finger coming to my clit, where he started to work it with perfect precision. His tongue continued to caress the inside of my pussy. He moved his other hand from the swell of my cheek, fingers grazing the seam of my ass.
“Rut,” I breathed in warning.
With gentleness his index finger rubbed the forbidden area. “Trust me, baby.”
I did trust him, but as he continued it was more than anticipation making my body hum, there was nervousness of the unknown. Continuing the rhythm he had set, my muscles tensed, my arms shook as I struggled to hold myself up with the onslaught of sensations his touch was causing.
“God, yes,” he whimpered.
His finger at my clit pressed down and sped up, the cool chill of lust rushing through me. I lost his other finger and mouth, my body easing a bit until I felt his warm, wet tongue run across my unexplored hole. I gasped and jolted forward, hands tightly gripping the edge. My heart pounding even as I moved back into his mouth.
I’d never felt anything like it, made even more intense from his groans and grumbles. His tongue started its descent and stopped at my throbbing pussy, licking and kissing the hot flesh. The tip of his finger now back at my ass, ever so slightly breached the tight ring of muscles.
“Rut.” My voice shaky with caution, but there was a healthy dose of lust too.
“I got you, baby. Trust me, it’s gonna be fucking amazing, now, relax.”
The words were only just out of his mouth when I felt the small burn caused from the intrusion begin to ease. I lost his finger at my clit and I lost his mouth. A shocked moan escaped when his thumb entered me from behind, his four digits rubbing my clit hard. Slowly the finger in my ass moved in and out. A feeling of fullness I’d never felt had everything around me fading away. My moans and whimpers echoed through the large kitchen at the sensations that were almost too much.
“Oh God,” I groaned when my legs started to tremble. A heated flush swept through me, one that raced from my toes to my head leaving me fuzzy. My body was being bombarded with so many feelings that I wanted to yell stop, afraid of where he was taking me, even needing and wanting him to take me there.
“Come on, baby, let it go,” Rut groaned from behind me, kissing and biting around my ass.
My body felt on fire from the battering my pussy was taking and the gentle intrusion at my ass. Trying to focus on just one wasn’t possible, my body and nature taking over. My breathing turned labored, my hips moving back into his touch as it built, the intensity scaring me, and then I was coming, screaming my release, because he was right, it was fucking amazing. My juices ran down my thighs, while I tried to catch my breath.
“That’s my girl,” he grumbled, slowly removing his fingers from me, only to have his thumb replaced with his mouth.
Once he had his fill, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm, barely able to hold myself up, he gently guided me to sit at the island’s edge. I watched with hazy eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his solid cock.
“It’s gonna be hard and fast, baby,” he warned me.
I only had the energy to nod. He wasn’t kidding; he entered me with one plunge. I gasped already feeling sensitive, but the gasp turned to a moan as he kept up a harsh rhythm of thrusts into my body. Curling my legs around his hips, I gripped his shoulders as he pounded into me. His breathing heavy, his groans deep. Arms firmly around my waist, he pulled me close as he pushed into me. I didn’t think I could come again, not after the last one, I was wrong. Even with the slight pain from his roughness, I felt the tingles that grew, they took over until they consumed me. It was more a whimper when I came, my body exhausted but sated. The sound of our connecting bodies reverberating through the house. On a deep guttural groan, he seated himself inside me, finding his release.
For a few minutes, we worked to get our breathing under control. He was still inside me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, rested my head on his chest. I only had the strength to whisper when I said, “Rut?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“You were right. That was amazing.”
He kissed the top of my head where he whispered, “Baby, there’s many more amazing things to explore.” He chuckled.
Glancing up at him, I asked, “Why are you chuckling?”
“ʼCause you have no fucking clue what you’re in for,” he told me. He slapped the area of my ass that was accessible and ordered, “Let’s go, I gotta feed my woman.”
“My robe is on the floor and you need to carry me. My legs don’t work.”
He grinned and said, “I can do that.”