Jace
“We’ll never fit.” Rory starts to back out of the bathroom, and I grab her hand.
“You’ve said that before, and I proved you wrong.” She laughs, and I push her against the counter and kiss her. “Let’s just try. For educational purposes.” The shower might be compact, but this is a large bathroom for an RV with a normal-sized sink and counter.
Before she can argue, I grab the baby monitor and set it in the corner. Then I untuck my shirt and unbutton it. Toss it to the floor. Unbuckle my belt. Pop open my jeans.
When she doesn’t budge, I pat the counter. “Since you look like you’re gonna stay for the show, get comfortable.”
She points to the tiny shower. “We’re supposed to conserve water and turn it off when we soap… everything.”
Grinning, I shove down my jeans and kick them off.
Until I’m standing in my boxer briefs. “So we’ll do that.
” My sweet little librarian looks scandalized.
“Come on, darlin’. Let me suds you up. It’ll be fun.
” I could use some fun after the night we’ve had.
I just want to reconnect with Rory, but I won’t push her.
I hold out my arms. “Last chance.” Her eyes travel down my body, and I grin. My girl likes what she sees.
She reaches up and touches my wedding ring that dangles on my chest. “I suppose I could use some help scrubbing my back.”
Fuck yeah. I hook my thumbs in my underwear and wait for her to start stripping.
Her lips twist. “There’s a lot of light in here.”
“That’s the best part. That way I get to appreciate your great tits and beautiful ass.”
Her cheeks go red, and she rolls her eyes, but she reaches down for the hem of her shirt and yanks it over her head, which leaves her in a thin white bra.
Her pretty nipples, which I plan to suck in about five minutes, poke through the fabric.
She kicks off her shoes and shoves off her shorts.
She’s wearing those white cotton panties with the pink bow. “Are you happy now?”
“Hmm.” I cross my arms. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“So I can look at your ass. Obviously.”
I wait for her to balk, but she doesn’t. She nibbles her bottom lip but does as I ask. Fuck, she has a nice ass. Kneeling down behind her, I grab it and take a bite.
She squeals. “Oh my God. What are you doing?”
I lick the spot to make it feel better. “Biting your cute little booty.” When I stand, I grab her tits and run my nose up her neck. “Why do you always smell so good?”
“It’s called soap,” she says drolly.
I chuckle. “Smartass.”
She reaches up and runs her hand through my hair while I watch us in the mirror. Her hazel eyes shine back at me.
Rory’s ex did a number on her. She doesn’t see what I do. A beautiful woman. Smart as fuck. Funny. Heart of gold. We look good together. She thinks I want Marlowe, but I need that woman like I need a hole in my head. I’ve got what I need right here.
Because Rory makes me want things I’ve never wanted with anyone else. I’m starting to see what we can have down the road. It’s not gonna be easy—we have a lot of logistical shit to figure out—but I’m willing to do this if she is.
I nibble her ear. “I don’t think I’ve told you lately how glad I am that you came on this tour with me.”
When our eyes meet again in the mirror, she tries not to smile. “You’re a lot to handle, but someone has to do it.”
“Speaking of a lot to handle…” I rub my cock against her ass, and she laughs. I love that sound. “You do this to me.”
“You’re just not doing enough push-ups after your show,” she teases.
I think about that a minute. “I didn’t get hard tonight. I think I was too stressed out about all the shit Marlowe pulled.”
Rory turns in my arms and leans up to kiss me. “I’m sorry I freaked out. I know I have some jealousy issues.”
I brush a strand of hair out of her face. “I’d be raging too if the roles were reversed. So no apologies.”
“You’d be jealous?” She sounds surprised.
I’ve never been a jealous guy, mostly because I’ve never cared all that much before. But if Aurora’s ex was trying to get back with her? I’d probably lose my shit too. “Fuck yeah, I would.” I bite her bottom lip. “No one touches what’s mine.”
Including that fucking psycho who sent her that deranged gift. I may have told Frank I’d smooth things over with Cooper in the morning, but if I ever find out he’s behind this shit, he’s a dead man.
When my tongue sweeps into her mouth, she moans, and I press her up against the counter and kiss her until her nails score my back. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” I unsnap her bra and lean down to suck those pretty pink nipples as I shove down her panties.
Then I turn her to face the mirror. “Look at these perfect tits.” I tug on her nipples, just a little, until she arches back. “Is my sweet girl wet?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Spread your legs and stick your fingers in your pussy. Two fingers. So we can stretch you out for me.”
Her eyes are dilated, her breaths sawing in and out of her chest. Reaching down, she’s about to comply, but I lift her.
“Put your ass on the counter. I wanna watch.” I help her sit, facing the mirror.
She’s petite, so she fits if she pulls her legs up to her chest. But she keeps her knees pressed together. So demure. “Spread your legs, Aurora.”
“Jace.” Once again, I’ve scandalized her.
She needs me to spell this out for her. I whisper into her ear, “You have a gorgeous cunt. It tastes like honey, and I wanna watch you finger yourself until it drips all over your hand.” Her mouth drops open, and I grin. “Please?” Who says I don’t have manners?
It takes her a second to come to grips with what I want. I let her figure out she wants this too. Because if she didn’t, she could tell me to go fuck myself.
“Don’t… don’t let me fall,” she says softly.
“Never, baby.”
I kiss her neck and massage her tits while she slowly unfolds herself. When she’s spread out before me, I curse. “Fucking gorgeous. Look at how wet you are.” Her swollen flesh glistens. “Now spread that around your pussy.”
She looks at me in the mirror as she rubs that wetness up to her clit. “Like this?”
“Yeah, baby. Give me a taste.” I open my mouth and wait for her to put those fingers between my lips.
When she does it, I suck off her arousal and groan.
“So good. Now stick them back in your pussy.” We watch as she snakes her hand between her legs again, slowly sliding her fingers in her tight cunt. “Work them in and out.”
Her head tilts back on my shoulder as she reaches one arm up over my other shoulder, which pushes her tits out. Beautiful.
I lick my finger and wrap my arm under her leg. “Have you ever had anything back here?” I rub her asshole, and she sucks in a breath.
“N-no.”
“Does this feel good?” I rub a little harder, and she shivers in my arms.
“Yes.”
“Can I push in one finger?”
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide. “Will it hurt?”
“Not if we go slow. Wait. I should have lube in here somewhere.” I open the small vanity drawer, and there it is with a stack of condoms because Frank is the best manager ever. I bite the wrapper off the lid and squirt some on my finger. “Can we try?” When she nods, I grin. “Rub your clit.”
She pulls her fingers out and rubs herself. I tilt her legs back more so I can watch every second of this.
I rub her little asshole until she’s panting, and then I push steadily until I breach those tight muscles.
“Oh God.” Her eyes squeeze shut, but she’s rubbing her clit hard.
“Baby, look at yourself. Look at how hot you are.” When she opens her eyes, I squeeze her tit and shove my finger deeper in her ass. “You’re doing so well. Your pussy’s dripping. I can’t wait to fuck you. I’m so goddamn hard right now.”
That sets her off, and her whole body goes rigid as she comes. Her asshole squeezes my finger in those rhythmic pulses that almost make me come in my boxer briefs.
When she stops thrashing, I smile against her hair. “Such a good girl.”
She gives me a sleepy grin. “I have no idea how to get off this counter.”
I slowly pull my finger out of her ass and help her stand. She slumps against me, and I reach into the shower and crank the hot water. I wash my hands first before I kick off my underwear and help her in.
She’s right. It’s a tight squeeze, but I’m gonna make this work. I get us both wet before I turn off the water. Since the room is so small, it traps in the heat. “Shampoo?”
When she holds it up, I pour a little in my palms and then lather up her hair and then mine. Washing my hair takes sixty seconds, but hers is thicker and longer. I take my time with her and massage her scalp.
“I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor if you keep that up.” She puts a hand on the wall to brace herself.
Smiling, I rinse us off and repeat everything with her conditioner. Then I get the body wash and squirt some on her pink bath loofah. I rub it across her arms and shoulders. Down her back and ass. Squatting, I do her legs.
Appreciating the view, I smile. “Turn around so I can do your front.”
When she sees me at her feet, her eyes go soft. “You don’t have to do this.”
“What if I want to?” I’ve never had this feeling in my chest before. Like it’s expanding and contracting at the same time. Like I need Rory to breathe. It’s a little terrifying.
But I like living life on the edge.
She smiles, presses a kiss to my lips, and holds out her arms. “I’m all yours.”
I wash up the front, but when I get to her pussy, I make her spread her legs. “I need to be thorough.” And I lick her clean.
I must do a good job because before I know it, she’s gripping my hair, so I slide two fingers in her cunt. “That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue.”
When she goes over the edge, she lets out a scream, but quickly covers her mouth.
My dick throbs and kicks against my stomach. I need a release. Badly. But I want this to be about Rory. I know I hurt her tonight. The least I can do is take care of her.
Standing, I take her in my arms. “Better?”
“So good,” she slurs like she’s sex-drunk.
“If you hang on a sec, I’ll rinse you and dry you off.”
I flip the water on again and rinse her off. I’m reaching for a towel when she puts a hand on my arm. “What about you?” She looks up at me with water hanging on her lashes.
“I’ll wash up real fast after I dry you. Don’t want you to get cold.”
She gives me a sleepy smile. “Don’t be silly. Let’s clean you too.” She reaches for the soap and I stand there as she washes down my body, taking special note of my swollen cock. She reaches under and squeezes my balls, and I groan and grip my dick so I don’t blow.
“We don’t have any condoms or we could—”
“We do have condoms. Hold tight.” I hop out of the shower and grab one.
I’m already rolling it over myself when I join her again.
I shut off the water and pull her to me.
I lift her and brace her against the wall as her legs wrap around my waist. “If it hurts this way, just say the word and we’ll stop. ”
She kisses me. “I trust you.”
Rory has no idea how much those words mean to me. I kiss her as I rub my cock against her pussy. “Can you come again?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I already came twice. This is your turn.”
If I’m coming, so is my wife. If she wants to. “Try. I don’t like the idea of doing this solo.”
The way she stares up at me with so much affection in her eyes makes my heart swell again. “You have to squeeze in there first.”
“Challenge accepted.” I bite her neck, and she squeals with laughter.
Reaching down, I grab the base of my cock and try to line myself up, but after a few tries, I’m about to give up and jerk off. But Rory reaches between her legs to open herself up. “Try again.”
That does the trick. We both groan as I sink in an inch. “Baby.” I suck in a breath. “Don’t move or I’m gonna blow.”
She chuckles, and I shove my face against her neck to get hold of myself. When I’m sure I’m not gonna embarrass myself, I work myself in a little deeper.
With gravity on my side, it only takes a few minutes until I’m fully seated. Leaning back, I look down as I pull out and impale her again.
Her head tilts back. “So good,” she mutters, sliding her fingers over her clit.
“You take my cock so well.” My little wife was built for me. We go soft and slow until I can’t take it anymore. “I’m gonna fuck you harder now.”
She nods. “Do it.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as I really start to move. Our flesh slaps against each other. “Jace.”
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel that sweet cunt.”
Her whole body tightens around me as her pussy gushes, and I push in one last time and erupt.
We cling to each other, spent and sated. It’s bliss.
The kind of bliss I’d like to write a song about.