Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
“ W here are we going?” asked Steph as she got in the passenger seat of Jon’s car.
“I told you before, it’s a surprise.” He was a little less irritated than he’d been earlier.
“I am sorry about Simon and I do get how crazy he is now,” she said hoping to placate him further now.
“Shame you don’t just do as you’re told first time, darling.”
“I’m not a dog to be trained,” she snapped, wishing he would relax a little more where she was concerned.
“No, that would be far simpler.”
“How am I going to get my car back?” Steph was desperate to avoid an argument or any more drama.
“You’re not. Psycho Simon now knows your car, although it seems he’s known for a while, so I called Eddie and it’s all in hand.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jon! I have agreed to the injunction and the police have been informed and have logged today’s incident.”
“Don’t swear and shout at me. This is your fault, yours and your fucking father’s so do not even try and turn this on me or you will be carless and going nowhere without me,” he snapped, angrily banging a fist on the steering wheel startling her slightly.
“Sorry,” she whispered and unable to do anything else began to cry. “I really am sorry!”
“Shit,” muttered Jon pulling over into yet another layby to comfort her. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t risk you getting hurt, you nor Jelly Bean.”
Unclipping both their seatbelts, he pulled her against him and gently held her whilst stroking her hair, “Let’s start our weekend again, shall we?” He tilted her head up and wiped the last of her tears away.
With a sniff and a nod she conveyed her agreement.
“Right then, good morning, darling,” he said as he landed a small, gentle, delicate kiss on her lips.
“Good morning,” she replied as she reached up and cupped his head between her hands.
Jon had one hand stroking her cheek while the other was rubbing across her belly. “You weren’t joking when you said Jelly Bean was larger today. It’s a good job we went shopping yesterday. Now come on, we have lots to do,” he told her strapping her back in.
It was another forty minutes before Jon pulled over into a fairly concealed driveway on a residential country lane where a bright yellow Porsche was parked. A man of no more than thirty leapt out and waited to greet Jon who was already getting out of his car. Steph remained seated and watched the exchange between the two men before her own man returned to her.
“Jon,” she started.
“A surprise,” he replied with a sideways grin as the Porsche drove through the gate to the driveway that was now accessible as the large electronic gates were fully open.
The short gravel driveway wound round until it ended before a house, a very large, imposing and impressive looking manor house.
“Jon,” Steph said again, this time managing to question and accuse at the same time with her use of his name.
“Steph,” was his reply as the car came to a stop.
Getting out of the car she rounded to meet the short, stocky blonde man before her now.
“Mrs Brooker?” he enquired.
“Yes, and you are?” she asked knowing what he was likely to say.
“Niall Ferguson, I’m the estate agent for this property on behalf of Stonely Exclusive Homes.”
“Of course you are.” With a half-smile, Steph gave her husband a shake of her head. “One of your companies I believe Mr Brooker,” she said waiting for someone to open the door and begin the tour.
“Actually that would be one of our companies, Mrs Brooker, we’re partners in every sense now, darling,” he pointed out, shocking her with the realisation that they actually were partners in all areas and although she’d never thought of it before, she may technically, legally have a claim to his business.
She felt a little overwhelmed by that knowledge thinking that he must love and trust the longevity of their relationship to have married her so quickly without sorting out his business affairs first, unless he had, but she suspected not.
“Niall, come on, let’s get inside and see what my wife makes of the place, she’s the decision maker here,” Jon told the other man as Steph guffawed at the suggestion that she was a decision maker anywhere.
It took over an hour to view the whole house and once they had, Steph couldn’t deny how beautiful it was and that it would make a perfect family home, like the Spanish villa, but in England.
“Well?” asked Jon.
“Can we stay a while?” asked Steph thinking there was a lot to take in and consider.
“Ooh,” said Niall checking his watch.
“I don’t think she means you, Niall.” The other man’s embarrassment only served to amuse Jon who wore a very big grin.
“Of course, so shall I leave you to it?” asked Niall.
“Please. I’ll call you when we’ve decided.”
“Well nice to meet you, Mrs Brooker,” he said preparing to leave, but not before checking out Steph’s breasts that were definitely more swollen today and courtesy of the very tight white t-shirt she wore over a white lace bra he didn’t require much imagination to see just how round and full they were and just how dark and erect her nipples were.
Jon noticed the other man’s gaze and immediately felt himself stiffen in irritation at Niall but also felt his dick stiffen in arousal as he imagined stripping her off and sucking on those hard, little brown bullets that would stiffen further once the cold air touched them.
“I’ll see you out,” said Jon brusquely escorting Niall to the door and she didn’t doubt, pointing out the error of his ways in looking at his wife’s breasts before returning to Steph. “Talk to me darling,” he implored on return.
“Nice house,” she replied curtly.
“Nice house you’d like us to live in or nice house you’re pissed off about because I didn’t tell you about it?” He stood before her and studied her closely as she sat down.
“Both and discussing with me would be better than just telling me.”
“Steph, we did discuss needing a house and I just put feelers out. I saw the details on this one and the similarities between it and the one in Spain you said no to seemed too much of a coincidence so I arranged a viewing, that’s why we’re here and now we will discuss,” he told her dropping to his knees so they were eye to eye.
“I suppose,” she conceded immediately, making him smile as he pushed her long tube skirt up her legs until it bunched above her knees allowing him to pull them apart and settle between them. “This is not discussing or viewing the house again,” Steph pointed out with a smile on her face.
“Oh, darling, you have no idea how much we are going to discuss or view, but first I really need to touch you,” he said, his voice hoarse with arousal.
“Touch me?” she asked innocently.
“Mmm, touch. Niall seemed to be rather impressed with your beautiful tits and very excited nipples that this t-shirt and bra do nothing to hide.” Jon’s hands smoothed across her t-shirt covered breasts making her arch her back against his touch despite the lightness of it. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked resulting in a satisfied moan leaving her lips that she was biting into now. “Come here.” Jon pulled her forward by her hands so that she was sitting up, allowing him to grab the hem of her t-shirt that he pulled from her in one movement once she’d raised her arms for him.
Gazing down at her swollen and flushed breasts that were overflowing from their lacy confines he licked his lips before reaching round and releasing the clasp behind her. Slowly, tantalisingly, Steph pulled the straps down her arms and revealed the extent of her firm and heaving breasts that had definitely experienced some kind of growth spurt overnight along with her belly.
“Fuck Steph, you really are beautiful, darling,” he told her as he cupped and seemed to weigh her breasts, one in each hand.
The addition of a thumb brushing across her nipples that had, as he’d predicted to himself, hardened and stiffened further so they were now pulled into tight brown points caused a low feral moan to leave her mouth. Brown? When had that happened, he was sure they had been more pink than brown yesterday, although he often preferred them reddened, post pinching, licking and biting.
“So fucking beautiful,” he mused repeating his earlier compliment. “I’m going to play with these, darling, I need to stroke them,” he told her as he did just that. “And pinch them,” he added with a pinch to each one making her mewl and push herself up into his touch. “And suck and bite them, Steph,” he finally said before closing his mouth over one nipple, drawing it into his mouth, elongating and extending its length in the wet heat before scraping his teeth around it.
“Oh God!” cried Steph reaching for Jon’s hair that she was lacing her fingers through, attempting to hold him against her, preventing him moving away.
His teeth were now holding her nipple firmly and then he made a gentle shaking move, almost like a dog with a toy. The jolts of pleasure began to spark within her, her nipples were most certainly wired to her clitoris and sex because as Jon stopped the shaking of his head but held his grip and then bit down more firmly she definitely felt it in her clit, he might as well have had his face buried between her legs.
“Fuck, yes.” She pulled his hair tighter causing his gaze to lift so he could watch her face stuck somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
He was totally in awe of her, his wife, the woman he loved, who was carrying his baby. He had never known anyone like her before and had no idea how he had survived pre Steph. She was his whole world now. Briefly his mind wandered to Vicky and he considered how he had ever mistaken what he felt for her as love. It had been nothing. A mild infatuation at best, he knew that now. What he had with Steph was love. Vicky had been a bit of fun really, her skills in the sack and her love of giving head had distracted him at the time and allowed her to coerce him to mistake what they had as true love and recently she had shown up like a bad penny, but he was beyond over her. Whereas Steph, God, he would never be over her, they would never end and never be done and for all Vicky’s expertise she couldn’t hold a candle to the woman beneath him. The way Steph responded to him and made him feel with her words, looks, touch, her love that was so much more than anything he’d ever known with Vicky or anyone else. His thoughts were broken by the tell-tale signs that his wife was on the verge of losing control, just from his attention to her tits, mainly one, because whilst his hands had distributed their attention evenly, his mouth was barely done with one of them.
The low hoarse cry she was emitting was as distinctive as any fingerprint to him, he knew that meant her pussy was swimming in arousal and pulsing frantically, needing it’s release, but maybe needing just a little more, possibly just a touch or a flick in the right place.
“Jon, please.”
She was begging.
He loved to hear her beg, the power of that made him hornier than anything, to hear her pleading with him to give her what she needed, just him. Nobody else gave her what he did and never would again and he believed her when she said that no other man had ever affected her like he did because that’s how it was for him. He released her nipple that looked like the ripest of berries just ready to be picked. She let out a gasp that suggested she may have been holding her breath. Looking at her breathless and flustered spurred him on to torment her some more. With no words being exchanged he dropped his mouth onto her other breast and repeated his treatment of the other one as he allowed a hand to replicate the sensations in her free breast. She was back to where she’d been just seconds before instantaneously, writhing and moaning in desperation.
“Jon please, I need to come, please, I’m so close,” she cried with what sounded like the threat of tears.
Jon hated her crying, except like this, desperation, her desperation for him was the greatest turn on he had ever known. He lapped his tongue against her nipple one last time before releasing her, their eyes locking, darkness filling his while hers showed only desperation. “You can come, darling, just tell me what you want.”
“Please, you know what I like,” she told him feeling suddenly shy, overexposed somehow.
“I’m going to suck your tits again, Steph, but anything else, you need to ask for it,” he told her dropping his lips over her nipple again and immediately biting down into it.
“Fuck!” she cried spreading her thighs as wide as her skirt would allow. “Jon, please, shit!” she called again before submitting to his will and telling him what she needed. “Don’t stop, but finger me too, put your fingers inside me, stretch me and play with my clit, make me come, please.” She no longer cared how bare and exposed she felt, physically or emotionally.
The sensation of his warm hand resting on her inner thigh was more satisfying than she thought it should be, but she didn’t care if that made her needy or desperate, she knew what was coming next. He teased slightly before she found his hand, his fingers breaching the lace of her wringing wet knickers. Instinctively she pushed towards him which meant her hips were over hanging the sofa slightly.
“Sit up,” he told her in muffled words as he refused to free her nipple that was being sucked on so hard it almost hurt, but not quite, it was still pleasure, albeit a little dark.
As soon as she complied with his request she was rewarded with two fingers penetrating her and whilst they in no way stretched her like his penis would have, with the addition of a thumb spreading her arousal round her clit, she had no complaints. As the tissue around her nub of nerve endings began to swell, he sucked harder on one nipple while pinching the other. Instinctively her hips and libido took over and rather than just bearing down against Jon’s hand she was riding it and riding it hard so that when her climax came it completely rocked her, leaving her screaming in a pool of sweat as her insides held Jon’s fingers fast as she still bounced up and down on them. Eventually Jon eased her down from the euphoric place she’d been, laid her back and released her nipple before setting about freeing his hand. Resting his head against her chest he breathed heavily, beyond turned on by his wife, the most sensual and sexiest woman he had ever met.
“You okay there darling?” he asked as he became aware of his weight against her.
Running her fingers through his hair tenderly, lovingly and wrapping her legs around him she smiled down as she answered, “I am so much better than okay.”
“You certainly are. Should we talk house?” He slid up and kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Now?” she asked curiously.
“Eager for more, darling?” laughed Jon leaning back and resting his hands on her knees.
“What? No, well not like you mean! I am more than satisfied, I was thinking of you,” she told him seriously.
“I take pleasure from your pleasure,” he said with a grin of wolfish proportions. “And your tits really have given us both some serious pleasure this afternoon.”
“You think?” She grinned back as she got to her feet, “Come on, Mr Brooker, I think we can do better, you, me and my tits,” she called behind her as she hot footed it up the stairs feeling liberated and empowered courtesy of her husband who was quite possibly the most wonderful man in the world and definitely the most infuriating with his impulse for viewing vacant properties.
Jon found Steph stripping off in the en-suite of the master bedroom with steam billowing out of the huge shower enclosure.
“What precisely are you doing, darling?” He leaned against the door jamb as his wife stood before him naked now.
“Waiting for you. The shower is a deal sealer for me, so if you want this house I suggest you get your kit off and let me show you just what my tits are capable of.”
It took only seconds before a naked Jon was being led into the shower and was trying to push Steph against the shower wall.
“Oh no, Mr Brooker, this is my plan,” she chastened making him smile and put his hands up in surrender.
Stepping closer she cupped his face and pulled his head to hers, finding his lips that were warm and soft, he allowed her entry to his mouth where she licked against his lips, gaining entry to his mouth before capturing his tongue and sucking on it firmly.
“Fuck, Steph, you are killing me,” he told her as his hands reached round her body and pulled her against him, cupping her behind.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Steph dropped her lips to his neck and chest where she mouthed against his nipples in turn making him hiss as he clawed her head.
Tracing a path with her lips, tongue and mouth, Steph made her way down his body until she was on her knees before him, stroking his erection, smoothing the drop of pre-cum around him as she gently cupped his balls with her other hand and then slowly began to consume him, licking, lapping and sucking, alternating between gentle touches and firmer, more deliberate movements, taking him to the edge of his pleasure and then she stopped. With a smile and an arched brow, Steph raised herself up until her chest was in front of his groin. Running her hands across and around her own breasts, she encouraged her own sensitive nipples to stiffen and pinch further than they had already.
“Darling, get your arse up here.” Impatiently, Jon reached down for her.
“No,” she said hastily and moved against him so that her breasts had encased his erection and began to move against him giving him what she had often heard Jason refer to as a tit fuck and they seemed rather popular with Jason and his friends.
Looking up at Jon’s face, watching his dick moving between her flesh, she didn’t doubt that he was enjoying it as much as she’d hoped. He moved in rhythm with her, driving himself towards his own climax. His head dropped back and his eyes were closed when Steph dropped her own head down and on the forward strokes she licked against the head of his penis, shocking or startling him judging by the expression on his face as he watched her repeating the action, over and over.
“God Steph, yes like that, darling,” he called in broken gasps until suddenly he was coming, spurting his release all over her chest and neck.
Steph was still kneeling on the shower floor when Jon gathered his thoughts and composure, pulling her to her feet and kissing her deeply before cleaning her off under the shower head.
“You most definitely did better, you and your tits,” he told her as he stepped out of the shower, pulling a towel from the radiator that he wrapped around her.
“I hope the current owners don’t mind,” said Steph, rubbing the towel over her skin. Looking up, she suddenly began to laugh. “It’s us isn’t it? You’ve already told Niall we’ll buy it, haven’t you?”
“You are very suspicious, Mrs Brooker.” He grinned.
“You have. I bet the deal is already sealed and signed,” she shrieked.
“Tell me you don’t like it and I will call Niall now,” he said sincerely.
“I like it, I love it, I love you for everything especially finding and buying the perfect home for me, you and Jelly Bean.” Emotions and sentimentality washed over her as another thought entered her head. “You bought the house in Spain didn’t you?”
“Darling . . .” he started confirming her suspicions.
“You have, you did. When the fuck were you going to tell me?” Her earlier sentimentality disappeared and was quickly replaced with irritation.
“When you’d realised it was a mistake not to buy it and had you assumed when we went there we were renting it, well . . . oh and stop swearing in front of Jelly Bean,” he said stretching over and stroking her belly as she began to redress.
“You would have a bloody fit if I pulled those kind of stunts without telling you but I have to just accept it, you really are the bloody limit,” she told him and then smiled. “But I have been thinking maybe the house in Spain would have been nice.”
“Say thank you to your wonderful husband.” His grin was back and firmly in place as he pulled her closer, “And then we can take another look at the house while you decide what needs ripping out and replacing before our baby needs a home to come out to.”
“I love you,” she said thinking she may actually cry. The way he spoke about their baby, the love and passion his voice held when he talked about their child, their family, moved her beyond any emotion she had ever encountered.
“I love you too, darling, but I do wish you didn’t sound as though you were about to cry every time you say it,” he said with a half-smile. “But I get it, hormones.”