16. Henry
Chapter 16
Henry
I scoop my hands under her ass, lift her from the stool, and pull her forward as I stand from my seat. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and I stride to the only empty wall in the room.
I press her against the space next to the fridge, making sure she feels how hard I am already.
“I need you more than I need air,” I tell her. “I need your taste.” I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue over hers, loving the way she meets me stroke for stroke. I lick over every inch of her mouth. Then I pull back. “I need to lick you, kiss you, fuck you, own you. I need your cries, your moans, your gasps. I need to hear my name from this gorgeous mouth. I need you to come. I need you to shatter. And I need to make you happy.”
“Yes.”
That’s all she says. That’s all she has to say.
I put her feet on the floor, then drop to my knees in front of her. I slide my hands up her thighs, my fingers slipping under the hem of that fucking T-shirt, inching it up her flat, smooth stomach. “I need you happy. I need you mindless. I need you overwhelmed. I need you spent.”
Her head falls back against the wall behind her, and her eyes slide shut. But her hand reaches out, gliding into my hair and gripping.
“I need you so fucking much,” I say, leaning in and putting my face against her stomach. I breathe deeply, the scent of her soap mingling with scents from the bar and the definite scent of her arousal already obvious.
“I need to please you,” I tell her. “I need you to open this sweet body up so I can get at every inch and make you scream.”
She takes a shuddering breath, and her fingers curl against my scalp.
I kiss up her stomach as I strip her shirt up and over her head. I toss it, my hands immediately going to the clasp on her bra as I kiss her deeply again. When her bra is gone, I fill my hands with her gorgeous tits.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell her. “The feel of you—your skin, these tits, these nipples.” I pluck at her nipples, eliciting a gasp, then a groan.
I lower my head, licking, then sucking, and making her arch into me.
I kiss back down her stomach, continuing to tease those delicious points with one hand as I tuck my other hand in the waistband of her black trousers, tugging one side down, then moving to the other, only to find her helping me out. We push them down her legs until she can step out of them and kick them to the side.
I sink to my knees and lean in, putting my nose against her mound and breathing deeply. Thin silk still separates me from her pussy. I pull it to the side and just look at the gorgeous sight in front of me. Pink, glistening, her clit plump and needy. I groan and she grips my hair tighter.
I give her a little lick as I grasp the white silk with both hands and jerk, ripping them.
“Henry! I liked those panties!”
“You need to wear panties less often anyway,” I tell her unapologetically, leaning in to lick her clit again.
She moans and bucks her hips forward. “You have to buy me more,” she tells me breathlessly.
“I’ll get you your own credit card on my account.”
“Don’t be ridic?—”
I suck her clit hard before she can finish that sentence.
She cries out my name and I trust that ends her protest over spending my money. Especially on panties.
I run my hands from her ankles to her ass and back down.
“I fucking need you, Gem. In every way. But right now, I need your legs spread open and my face in this sweet cunt.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she lifts one leg.
“That’s my girl,” I praise as I grasp her thigh and hook it over my shoulder.
I spread her open with my thumbs and then drag my tongue from her slit up to her clit in a long, firm lick before sucking hard.
The way she cries my name is the most beautiful sound in the world.
I lick, suck, and slide two fingers deep to fuck her to a fast, hard orgasm.
“Henry! Yes! Oh, God!”
I stand, keeping my fingers buried inside her. I pump them lazily as she comes down from that first climax. I kiss her deeply, swirling my tongue around hers, making sure she tastes all the sweetness I just tasted.
Her arms go around my neck and I slide my fingers out, cupping her ass with both hands. “Need to fuck you, Gem.”
“Yes, please,” she says, still panting.
I lift her and her legs wrap around my waist. I reach between us to shove my trousers out of the way. Then I sink deep into her with one thrust.
We stopped using condoms a long time ago. We’ve both tested negative and been monogamous despite the tension between us. She’s got an IUD. So I’ve been fucking this woman bare, with nothing between us—except for our very complicated damned lives—for months.
And it feels like heaven every fucking time.
We both take a shaky deep breath as I slide deep, pull out, then slide in again.
“Yes, God , I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so much,” she says breathlessly, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
It’s a tight fit anyway, and then she clenches her inner muscles around my shaft, making me suck in a quick breath. “Fuck, Gem.”
She moves her hips, circling her pelvis on me. I do so love how this woman knows how to work a pole. Her core strength is incredible.
I thrust harder. “I should have bent you over the chair.” I squeeze her ass. “Or made you ride me.”
Her head comes up and she nods eagerly. “Let me ride you.”
Fuck . I love when she does the lap dance thing for me. I don’t care what Ruby’s done in her past, and I would never try to tell her what she can do in the future—okay, I would, but I would also expect massive push-back and would not at all be surprised if she told me to keep my fucking opinions to myself—but I love the fact that she’s given up stripping.
She’s gorgeous, and I know she made very good money. For very good reason. She knows how to use this body. But I would now have to kill any man who sees her naked or thinks he can pay to touch so much as the bottom of her muddy shoe.
I grip her ass and carry her over to the kitchen table. I kick one of the chairs out and sink onto the seat, still buried deep. Now she’s straddling me, completely naked, while I’ve only got my clothes pushed out of the way.
And she’s totally in charge now.
She gets a sly look on her face and I see when she shifts into stripper mode. There’s no question that the women know they hold all the power when they’re taking off their clothes for those poor schmucks who can be manipulated by their lust.
I’m one of those schmucks right now. And it’s not just my lust. I’m in love with this woman from head to toe, and inside out. She’s amazing, gorgeous, and too good for me in every way.
The fact that she deigns to get naked for me, let me see her, touch her, please her, is incredible. I appreciate that she’s taking pity on me.
She lifts herself, sliding up and down my cock. Then she lifts herself off my lap.
“Mr. Dean, I understand you want a private performance tonight?” She stands between my knees, running her hands over her body. She cups her breasts, fingers her nipples, runs her hands down her stomach, over her mound, down the front of her inner thighs, then back up. Her index finger brushes lightly over her pussy and then she lifts her finger to her mouth, sliding the digit over her lower lip. “Is that right?”
“That is right, Ruby,” I say, working to keep my voice steady. “I’m willing to pay whatever you say.”
“Oh, I’m going to make you pay,” she says, that wicked glint in her eye making my cock pulse. “Don’t you worry about that.”
“I expect an incredible performance,” I tell her.
“Of course.” She gives me an arched brow laced with mock insult. “But this is a special performance.”
“Is it?”
She nods, running her hands down the front of her body again. “It’s interactive.”
I let my grin spread slowly. “Sounds expensive.”
“Very.”
“How much?”
“Two orgasms,” she says. Then she smiles. “Two more orgasms.”
“I’ll happily pay that price.”
“And you can only touch me when and where I say,” she tells me as I reach out.
Brat. She knows that will be the most difficult part.
I let my hand drop back to my lap. Then I think better of it. I wrap my hand around my cock and give myself a stroke. “Okay.”
She shakes her head. “Just don’t make yourself come. That’s all mine .”
I stroke myself harder. “You didn’t say that. You said two orgasms. I can make you come even if I’ve already spilled all over my own hand.”
That makes her catch her breath and her eyes are glued to my hand and my cock.
“But…”
“Say it, Gem,” I tell her. “Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
Bloody hell . That’s what I wanted her to say, what I expected, but damn it nearly makes me lose it hearing it.
I take my hand away and hold it up. “It’s all yours.”
She meets my eyes and lets her facade drop for a moment. “I want to play, but I don’t know how long I can wait. I need you inside me, Henry.”
She is everything I will ever want or need. “Play as long as you need to. I’m right here. This is all up to you. But you do love to pretend to be in charge.”
That makes a spark of competition flare in her eyes. “Pretend to be in charge?” she repeats.
I lift a shoulder. “We both know that I play you like a fine instrument.”
“Uh huh.” She does a little shimmy, then crosses her legs and executes a graceful turn. Then bends.
Fuck me.
She hugs her legs and peeks at me. “A fine instrument?”
“Yep. A very fine instrument.” I lean forward. “Your pussy is so pretty like this. Pink and wet from your first orgasm and from being stretched by my cock for just a little bit before you pulled off and decided to torture me.” I reach up but don’t touch her. “Let me touch you, Gem.”
But she shakes her head. She turns again, stretching upright in one fluid motion. Her arms go overhead, her back arching, showing off her gorgeous body. Then she parts her legs, pulls one up, nearly to her ear, exposing her pussy again before spinning on the other foot.
Then she drops to the floor. She doesn’t have a pole here, but that doesn’t stop her. She goes through a routine that clearly is familiar, arching her back, rolling to her stomach, spreading her legs, bracing with her arms, pushing up, bending, arching, rolling until I’m nearly crazy.
She seems to know when I’ve reached my limit because she stretches to her feet directly in front of me. She places one foot on the floor beside my chair, then props the other foot on the seat between my knees.
She takes one of my hands and runs it up her leg until my palm is against her inner thigh. “Touch me, Henry.”
“I am touching you.”
“More.”
“Tell me what you want, Gem.” My tone is firm. She’s been winding me up, on purpose, and I’m not playing games. “Tell me where to put my hand, my fingers, my mouth, my tongue. Exactly.”
“In my pussy.”
“What do you want in your pussy?”
“Your fingers.”
“How many?”
“Two.”
My hand glides up her leg, two fingers sliding into her very wet, hot pussy. “Did you always get so wet when you danced?” I ask.
She shakes her head as her pussy grips my fingers. “No. God.” She laughs. “Absolutely not. Only for you. It was so hot having you watch me.”
I pull my fingers out and then thrust again. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She lifts her hands to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as I finger fuck her.
“My clit too, please,” she says, twisting her nipples hard.
“Why don’t you put one of those nipples in my mouth and play with your own clit?” I ask.
“Thought I was in charge,” she says, even as she leans closer so I can suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Sure, unless I have a better idea,” I say, licking over the tip as her fingers find her clit.
She starts circling, and I slide a third finger into her pussy, thrusting harder and faster.
“God, yes, Henry.” She pushes down against my hand.
“You spread out over me like this is so fucking hot and dirty,” I praise. “Look at your pretty cunt filled up, your fingers working that clit, nipples hard. You’re looking pretty needy yourself right now, Gem.”
She nods. “I need to come, Henry.”
“Come then.” I curl my fingers against her G-spot.
And she does. Hard. Loudly. Crying out my name. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, and her legs wobble a little.
I pull her into my lap. My cock is aching. But I kiss her rather than just pulling onto my length and fucking her.
I let her mouth go when her shivers stop.
But then I lift my sticky fingers to her mouth. “Suck my fingers clean.”
Her eyes widen slightly, but it’s with lust. She opens, and I slide my fingers into her hot mouth. She sucks, then runs her tongue over each digit.
“Good girl,” I say gruffly, taking the hand and wrapping it around my cock. “Now let me have your pussy, or I’m going to come all over your stomach, and you’ll have to wait until I can recover to have me fill you up.”
“No. Mine.” She shifts, takes my cock in hand, and positions it so she can sink down onto it.
God, I love my dirty, sweet girl.
We both groan and I grip the back of her neck as I bring her in for a deep, long, hot kiss.
She starts moving up and down my length. I grip her hip and tear my mouth from hers. “Easy. I’m wound very tight. If you want to come again, you need to go easy here.”
“I’m on the edge,” she tells me. “God, giving in after trying to resist you, dancing for you, and just…everything. Everything , Henry. I swear I can’t get enough.”
She keeps moving up and down and who am I to fight it? I take her hips in both hands and just say, “Take what you need, love.”
She moves faster and faster and I feel my climax building.
“Gem,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods. “I know. I’m almost there.”
“I want you to?—”
And then, holy shit, she comes again.
There have been many nights where I’ve made sure she’s had multiple orgasms. I love making this woman come. But damn, this feels easier than usual. Not that I’m complaining. But is she really going to make us live without this?
That thought makes me grip her hips and pound up into her in an almost punishing rhythm.
My orgasm rips through me and I’m roaring her name and emptying myself into her, before wrapping my arms around her and crushing her to my chest, holding her tight.
She slumps against me, holding me just as tight. As if she can’t imagine ever letting even an inch of space between us.
If only it could be that simple.
We stay like that for nearly ten minutes. I’m definitely not going to be the one that breaks this connection.
Finally though, she stirs in my arms and sits up.
She pushes her hair back from her face and says, “Oh, no.”
I sigh. “Seriously? You’re already regretting it?”
She shakes her head. “Not regretting. Just realizing that I’m probably going to ask you to come to New Orleans to visit me.”
My heart gives a hard kick against my ribs. “Done.”
“Like once or twice a month, Henry. I don’t think I can live without orgasms. And I don’t want them from anyone else.”
I growl. Loudly. “You’re not getting orgasms from anyone else. I will come to New Orleans any time you need me.”
There’s a beat of hesitation. During which I swear a million things are said. Like ‘I need you all the time’, and ‘you’ll come unless Cian needs you’, and ‘if it’s like this between us, why can’t we just be together?’, and ‘maybe I should just stay here’.
And even if all of those words and questions are only in my head, Ruby and I need to talk.
“Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll make us some real food? Brownies are not dinner, Gem,” I say before she can point to the plastic container. “And…I’ll tell you about my mom and dad and brother.”
Her eyes widen with interest.
We haven’t talked about my family and my past. Not because I didn’t want to. It just honestly didn’t come up.
Now it has. Even if she doesn’t know it. Or how it connects to Cian and the O’Gradys and my job.
“Okay.” She hesitates, then kisses me quickly before climbing off my lap, gathering her clothes, and heading toward the stairs.
“Hey, Gem?” I call.
“Yeah?”
“If I installed a stripper pole, would you do those routines for me too?”
She pops her head back into the kitchen. She grins. “I have a pole. I work out with it all the time. It’s great for my core. My abs. And my pelvic floor.”
I sit up straighter. “Where?”
“In the rec room in our basement.”
“In this house?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t I know this until now?”
She shrugs. “You probably need to stop pissing me off. I might know all kinds of fun things you’d be interested in.”
Then she turns and sashays her gorgeous naked ass up the stairs.