Chapter 4 #2
Maximizing the distraction factor, I’d had a few different ones done.
First was the pubic piercing, a ring with a metal ball at the base of my shaft, which was meant to provide clitoral stimulation.
You’re welcome, Rory. Then there was the magic cross, vertical and horizontal barbells through the head of my cock, which would increase the pleasure for us both.
After that, I threw in a four-rung Jacob’s ladder on the underside for good measure.
My dick was fully blinged out in the hope that my wife wouldn’t recognize it.
“It looks intimidating, I know,” I began.
“Are you kidding? This is amazing,“ Rory breathed out in awe, a finger stroking reverently over the metal studs. “I’ve read about this kind of thing in books but never thought I’d encounter it in real life. Does it really heighten the pleasure, or is that all a gimmick?”
I shuffled on my feet. “Uh, I don’t really know. You’d be the first to test it out.”
Lips parted in disbelief, she stared up at me. “Really? How long’s it been since you had it done?”
My head tilted from side to side. “About a year.”
“A year?” Her eyes bulged. “How is that even possible for a guy as attractive as you, with a personality to match?”
Sheepishly, I ducked my head. “I don’t sleep around, Ro. Intimacy is something I reserve for after I’ve developed feelings for a woman.”
Rory pressed a palm to her bare chest. “Are you saying you have feelings for me?“ That final word came out on a high-pitched squeak.
I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Will it send you running for the hills if I say yes?”
Slowly, as if she were stunned, she shook her head. “No. I like you, John. A lot, actually.”
Tipping her chin up, I confessed, “I more than like you, Ro.”
She averted her eyes, and her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.
Not letting go of my hold on her face, I leaned in so that our foreheads rested together. “We can talk tomorrow. Tonight, I want to worship your body.”
Her stuttered exhale fanned my face. “I want that too.”
Pressing gently on her shoulder, I urged Rory to lie back.
Once she was spread across the mattress, her legs open in invitation, I scrubbed a hand over my jaw, anticipation buzzing beneath my skin.
It had been far longer than I’d allowed her to believe since I last enjoyed the pleasure of sinking into the warmth of a woman—which she had no clue was her—and I was more than ready for that drought to end. Here. Tonight.
After rolling on the condom, I climbed onto the mattress, my hips settling into the cradle of her open thighs.
As soon as the head of my cock grazed the slickness between them, I sucked in a hissing breath.
Fuck, I was sensitive, even with the latex barrier separating us.
It would be a goddamn miracle if I lasted more than a few pumps once I was buried inside her.
“John.” Rory clutched at my shoulders. “Don’t make me wait.”
Lining myself up at her entrance, I pushed in that first inch, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure streaked through my bloodstream like lightning.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I gritted out, rolling my hips to drive deeper.
“Been a while for me too,” she panted.
A surge of primal possession flowed through me.
If she’d been keeping men at arm’s length all these years until “John” came along, that meant I was the only man who had ever been inside her, since she’d been a virgin when we married—one of the many requirements my father had for any woman under consideration to become my bride.
The urge to claim her roughly, to remind her who she belonged to, was strong, but that would ruin the deception I’d spent years carefully crafting.
With the finish line in sight, I needed to keep my composure, playing the part of the lovesick fool instead of setting the caveman beating his chest inside me free.
As I bottomed out, my chest heaved with the effort required to maintain control.
Rory’s blistering heat molded around my cock alone would have been enough to have me blowing my load in thirty seconds flat—if I was lucky to last even that long—but I’d completely underestimated how my multitude of piercings would heighten the sensations that came with our joining.
The promise of unimaginable ecstasy taunted from the shadows, and I tensed every muscle from head to toe in an effort to ignore its siren’s call.
Though I wasn’t anywhere near ready to move, Rory’s hips lifted, seeking friction, and I fucking whimpered, burying my face in her neck.
“You feel too fucking good, and it’s been so long . . . I don’t think . . .”
“How about we make a deal?” Her fingers carved a path through my hair. “If you come so fast that I don’t get off, you have to stay the night so you can make it up to me.”
Well, shit. That was actually perfect. I wouldn’t have to worry about holding back the first time, and even more sperm could sneak past the perforations I’d made in the condoms tonight, increasing the chances of her getting pregnant sooner. All around, it was a win-win for me.
Pulling out until only the tip remained inside her, I surged forward again, a single word punctuating my thrust. “Deal.”
Cautious that Rory believed me to be a sweet and sensitive guy who read romance novels instead of the ruthless mafia don who killed men who looked at him the wrong way, I modified how I fucked accordingly.
Which wasn’t easy when all I wanted to do was wrap my hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply as I pummeled her pussy, maybe even slapping it a few times for good measure.
And even that wouldn’t be rough enough to punish her for all the trouble she’d caused these past seven years.
Somehow, I managed to hold back, making love—for the first time in my entire life—with fluid rolls of my hips, gentle caresses along her writhing body, and deep kisses.
The slow and steady pace was damn near maddening, forcing me to ignore the devil on my shoulder that demanded I move faster, pounding into her hard enough to leave a Rory-shaped indentation in the mattress.
A growl of frustration worked its way through my chest; I was unable to stop it.
My wife moaned at the sound, her hands finding the firm muscles of my ass. “I won’t break. Promise.”
Even with lust clouding my brain, I had to bite back a laugh.
If only she knew that breaking her was the entire goal.
When I was done enacting my revenge, it would be a miracle if she found the strength to get out of bed to face her miserable existence.
She’d barely gotten a taste of the cruelty I was capable of before running away, and soon, she would experience the full force of it aimed directly at her.
Rising up, I widened my stance, keeping her spread open as I began to up my tempo.
When our bodies crashed together, I rotated my hips, making sure my pubic piercing rubbed over her swollen clit before withdrawing again.
It must’ve worked as advertised because each time I did it, her back bowed and her fists clenched the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white as her keening wails floated toward the ceiling.
The ripples of her pussy had me on the verge of exploding, and my voice came out strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Be a good girl and let me feel you come all over my cock.”
The good girl had been strategically placed, meant to throw my romance-book-loving wife over the edge, and it worked like a charm.
A throaty cry sounded, and her cunt locked down around my dick in a vise grip strong enough to cut off circulation as she came.
There was no choice but to follow right behind her.
Groaning through my release, I kept pumping into her until I’d emptied every last drop. When I collapsed, I rolled us together so that we lay on our sides, facing each other and keeping our bodies joined to give my swimmers more time to slip through the tiny holes in the latex.
The heat of Rory’s harsh breathing fanned over my sweat-dampened skin, her peaked nipples brushing against my chest with every ragged inhale. Coming down from my own orgasm, I lazily dragged my fingers over her slight curves, leaving goosebumps everywhere I touched.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there like that before she peeked up at me through copper lashes, gnawing on a corner of her plump lower lip. “I know we made a deal, but will you stay over anyway?”
Stroking the side of her neck with my thumb, I stared down at her. “I thought I made it clear, before we took things all the way tonight, that I don’t do casual.”
Rory sighed. “You did. But I’m not na?ve. I know guys will say just about anything to seal the deal.”
I reared back, letting my softened dick slide from her warmth. “Is that what you think I did? That I fed you some line about being selective with who I sleep with to get between your thighs?”
Rolling off the mattress, I snatched my glasses off the nightstand and slid them onto my face. Then I removed the condom before reaching for my pants, shaking my head as I shoved my legs into them.
“Guess I’m the sucker falling for a woman who believes I’m capable of such a deception.”
She scrambled off the bed, reaching for me, but caught nothing but air when I stepped backward. “That’s not what I meant—“
“Save it, Ro.” I pulled my shirt on, heading for the door and huffing wryly, “You know, I really thought we had a connection.”
“We did!” Quickly, she corrected, “We do.“ Desperation colored every word.
Forcing my feet into my shoes, I turned around to find tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
“John.” My name came out on a sob as she hugged both arms around her naked torso.
“I’m so sorry. You’re the first man I’ve let get close to me since my ex, and I know it’s not an excuse, but he really fucked with my head.
It wasn’t fair of me to have projected my trust issues onto you when you’ve been nothing short of amazing since the day we met.
” The first tear crested her lashes, falling down her cheek. “Please stay.”
I pressed my lips together. “The mood’s been sufficiently killed.”
Rory moved closer slowly. “We don’t have to have sex, but I’d really like to sleep with your arms around me tonight.”
Blowing out a heavy breath, I ran a hand through my hair, acting like I was going to shoot down her proposal. “Ro—”
“Maybe if you’re holding me, I can convince myself I didn’t mess up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The twin devils on my shoulders took a little bow.
Got ‘er.
I arched an eyebrow. “The best thing?”
She nodded so eagerly that her tangled red locks bounced wildly.
“No one has ever made me feel like this before, John.” When she stepped within arm’s reach, I pulled her against my chest, and her following words came out muffled.
“I think a part of me is scared that all of this is too good to be true. It’s almost like I don’t believe I’m deserving of love. ”
Tightening my hold, I kissed the top of her head. “You deserve all that and more, Ro.”
Peering up at me, she sniffled. “Can you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” I leaned down to dust my lips over hers, already kicking my shoes off. “I overreacted. I should have been more mindful of your past and how that shapes the way you view relationships with men.”
“Thank you for understanding.” Pulling away, she laced our fingers together, tugging me back toward the bed.
After removing my clothing once more, I joined her under the covers, opening my arms for her to snuggle against my chest. With our bodies pressed flush, Rory let out a contented sigh, the tension she carried as a result of my little blowup melting away.
I hadn’t walked into tonight expecting to test the strength of her feelings toward me—that opportunity had fallen right into my lap—but I was glad it happened. It provided confirmation that Rory was firmly attached, having taken the bait that left her eating out of the palm of my hand.
It was up to me to maintain the status quo until my heir was conceived.