Thirty-One

She unlatched the deadbolt and pulled the door halfway open, staring belligerently into Richie’s face.   “What do you want?”

He drank in her appearance, starting at her toes, traveling up her bare legs and over that same teddy bear t-shirt from the first night.  God, please let there be pink cotton panties under that shirt.  Richie searched her eyes for any sign of welcome, but so far it wasn’t looking good.

“You.” 

Her heart stopped beating in her chest for a breath.  There’s no way she would let him know how much he’d hurt her last night.  Lifting her chin, Allegra asked, “Couldn’t find anyone else tonight and decided to indulge in a pity screw?”

The palm of his hand made a small thump on the door as he pushed it more fully open.  He slowly advanced on her, forcing her into the room, while watching for any sign of fear.  The door slammed closed behind him. 

Taking her hand in his, he placed it on his crotch, where his arousal was already evident.  The touch caused his dick to jump in excitement.  “Does that feel remotely pitiful to you?”

She sucked in a quick breath and looked at his face, leaving her hand cupped around the impressive bulge.  

“Mm hm.  And that’s just from seeing you in that damn teddy bear nightshirt. I may not have shown up last night, but it damn sure wasn’t because I didn’t want you.”

At the mention of last night, she did pull her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest, taking a step backward.  Well, she’d wanted him too and didn’t get him. “Then why?”

“Why?  I would think it’s obvious.  How many times have you heard Jon tell David to step off because you’re family?  And then Tico had to put in his two cents worth, all but threatening me to stay away from you.”  One step forward ate up the space she’d created, and he touched her cheek with his fingertips.    “They’re my best friends and I value their opinions, but I can’t get you out of my head.”

She drew back to break the contact, still not willing to cave that easily.  “So now you think you can just waltz in here – after essentially throwing that room key in my face – and expect to get laid?”

One shoulder lifted in a slight shrug.  “It’s your birthday present, Sunshine.  You’re the one who asked for it.”  He slowly advanced on her once again, pushing her backward into the wall without a touch.

She almost got lost in the determination shining from his eyes, but she drew on her pride to keep him at bay.   “I asked for it last night.  It’s not my birthday anymore.”  A quick glance at the clock confirmed that it was after midnight.

“Maybe here it’s not...” He brushed the silky strands of hair behind her ear.  “But it is in Hawaii…”  He leaned forward to press his lips against the exposed skin.  “Where all this started.”

Her knees buckled and she damned her pride.  Wasn’t this what she’d wanted for days?  Had actively fantasized about since the morning he brought his guitar to the beach?  It was pointless to punish him, when she would be the one suffering.

“Who can argue with that logic?” she whispered.

Richie growled deep in his throat and moved to claim her mouth, reveling in the wave of desire that crashed over him.  He didn’t have to fight it this time.  He would indulge and satisfy them both – finally.

She sighed at the feel of those pillowy lips on hers.  Her mouth opened enough to draw a breath, and he took it as invitation to taste her, sliding his tongue past her lips to drink her in.    

“Jesus, you taste like pure sunshine, all fresh and warm and sweet,” he rasped as his hands sought out the hem of her gown.  “I wonder if your pussy tastes just as sweet.”

Those traitorous knees of hers buckled again at his words, drawing a sexy chuckle from him. Holding her upright, he whispered in her ear, “You like a little dirty talk, do you?”

His hands pushed under the shirt to find a soft cotton pair of panties on her rounded bottom, and the curiosity was killing him.  Ducking his head down, he felt victorious when spied the pale pink he’d been dreaming about.  “These fucking panties have haunted me for days.  Pink as cotton candy.”

 His knee pushed its way between hers, nudging her legs apart to access what those panties covered.  Fingers unerringly slipped under the edge of the elastic, finding their target and another surprise.  A guttural moan was ripped from them both when he made contact with her smoothly waxed skin and rubbed against her slippery folds.  “I know it’s too fast, but I can’t wait to have my face in there, Sunshine.”  He scooped her up, crossing to the bed and dropping her to her back on the soft mattress. 

He swept her panties down and shirt up, momentarily distracted by the sight of her totally nude body.  Heavy breasts swayed and jiggled just like they were supposed to – no silicone enhancement here.  That little patch of hair nestled next to her exposed womanhood drew him like a magnet. 

But first…

The ink on her hip begged for his attention, and he pressed an open mouth kiss to it.  He languidly traced his tongue along the wings of the dove and felt her shiver at the sensation.  “It looks good, baby.  So pretty.”

He trailed more wet kisses across her lower abdomen, moving toward the temptation glistening between her thighs. 

“No,” she finally spoke, sitting up slightly. 

His head rose, and heavy lidded eyes met hers in confusion.  “What?”

“Take your shirt off.  I want to be able to see your tattoos.” 

Damn if he didn’t like the sound of that. 

He gave her a dimpled grin, and she thought she might die, he was so beautiful. 

“Yes ma’am,” he complied, stripping his black tee and tossing it, taking an extra second to remove his shoes and socks. 

Allegra took in his broad, heavily muscled chest and the toned biceps that housed his tattoos.  He looked so incredibly masculine in nothing but a pair of black jeans, bare feet peeking out from the hem. 

She scrambled to her knees, the need to feel his hard body against hers taking priority over anything else.  Her hands restlessly stroked their way up his chest, grazing his nipples before crawling around to clasp at the back of his neck.  She caught his perfect lips in a clinging kiss and pressed her breasts into his chest.  The lightly haired surface teased her nipples to attention and she couldn’t help but whimper in response.  “Mm...”

Richie clinched his arms around her back and hauled her closer.  His hands went down to cup the soft flesh of her backside, grinding his erection into her belly.  He spoke softly and guided her back into the mattress.  “Come on, Sunshine.  Lie back and let me please you,”

She did as he requested, tentatively opening herself to him.  Allegra shivered as Richie settled himself in between her thighs, gently blowing on the skin that was damp from her arousal.  Her folds opened to him and he rubbed his thumb along her smooth mound and lips, reveling in the silkiness until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Cheeks flushed and panting lightly, she watched as he slid his shoulders up under her legs, bringing her level with his mouth.  Seeing his dark head between her thighs and flashes of his tattoos rippling with movement was better than her wildest fantasies. She dropped her head back in ecstasy before he ever touched her.

Finally – sweet Jesus, finally – he levered forward for his first sip of her.

 Allegra hissed and arched her back at the touch.  She had nothing to compare the sensation to.  His tongue was firm, yet soft like velvet.  Hot, yet cool as the air touched her moisture.  She involuntarily writhed, pressing herself closer to him.

Holding her hips firmly, he began to lave her, first with broad flat strokes, as though shaping an ice cream cone.  Next were the gentle teasing flicks, just sampling her taste from each crevice and plane.  He sighed with contentment as his appetite was sated by her flavor. 

“Your pussy does taste just as sweet as your mouth, but it’s so hot that I’m aching to have my cock buried inside.” 

Her hips bucked in reaction, and he laughed gently.  “I’ve found your weakness, baby.” 

He leaned back in to kiss her feminine lips, teasing them apart with his tongue until he could reach in and lightly nip at the slippery little knot of nerve endings.   The sensation caused her to jerk again in reaction, and hum with pleasure.

Encouraged by her response, he began to suck firmly on her – once, twice, three times before she pulled away.  “No!”

He raised his head, eyes glassy with passion. “Now what?” he asked, his hands caressing her thighs, reluctant to let the momentum fade.

“I don’t want it to be over yet.”  She said breathlessly.

 “Sunshine, I promise we’re nowhere near done,” he assured her, thumb stroking the soft tissue his mouth had abandoned.  “Just relax and let me make you come until it’s all you can do to breathe.”

Oh my God, he’s going to kill me talking that way.  Her skin grew hot as she burned from the inside out.

 He dragged her back to him and dipped his tongue into the source of her wetness, moaning in appreciation as he drew her essence throughout her folds.   

The effect of his words combined with the rasping of his tongue was all she could handle.

“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!”

Richie heard her cry out and felt her thighs tighten around him as she spasmed in release.

She hadn’t finished convulsing when he slid a finger inside her.  “Christ you’re tight,”  he breathed, working first one finger in, then another.  He stroked her slowly at first, willing her body to relax.  Unable to resist another taste, he nuzzled her softness once more, lapping up the extra moisture he’d just coaxed out of her.

Allegra reached for him, urging him upward and reaching for his belt.  “You have too many clothes on.”

He wholeheartedly agreed, and watched her fumble with the belt, button and zipper before gently pushing her hands out of the way to rid himself of the offending garments.  He watched her eyes go round with surprise, then dark with desire as she looked at the prize he had uncovered.

 “Like what you see?” he asked when she continued to stare as though she’d never seen a naked man.

She’d never seen a naked man before, except in artwork, but Richie qualified as a piece of art.  His erection stood proud and full, begging for her touch.  Her hand was tentative in its first stroke along his length.  “You’re so big.  I didn’t realize…”

His breath hitched at her gentle touch.  Her soft hand felt so good against his aching hard-on, and he arched into it. 

She grew a little bolder, wrapping her fingers around him, gliding her hand up and down his shaft.  There was a little pearlescent drop at his tip that caught her eye.  She knelt forward and touched the end of her tongue to it, sampling the salty liquid. 

The bed shifted and Allegra was startled to find herself on her back once again. 

“No, no baby.  That’s not the way this is going to play out,” he growled.  His deft fingers slid back between her legs, and into her core, rapidly stroking her back into a writhing frenzy.   “You’re going to come for me one more time, just... like… this.”  He hooked his finger forward, rubbing deliberately against her g-spot until she convulsed, bowing up off the bed with a cry.

“Richieee!”

He licked his fingers and continued talking as though nothing happened, “And then I’ll bury myself to the hilt and fuck you into next week.”  His hands were unwrapping the condom as he spoke.  Pausing at her entrance, he drank in her long dark hair spread across the pillow, the flush that covered her face and chest, the combination of satisfaction and desire in her eyes. 

Motherfucker, she’s gorgeous.

Allegra tensed feeling him prepare to enter her, unsure what to expect.

“Relax, Sunshine.  I won’t hurt you.”  He whispered, circling her little button of pleasure with his thumb.  “I’m gonna make your pussy feel so good.”

As he’d guessed, her hips reflexively jerked, and he began to ease in.  He’d barely submerged his head in her when he felt the resistance.  His eyes flew to Allegra’s face. 

Her lids were squeezed shut, but her legs wrapped tightly around him and she pressed her hips forward to breach the barrier.  He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but her breathy “Fuck me, Richie,” stole any notion of stopping from his mind.  His hormones went into overdrive, and with a deep grunt, he gripped her hips and pumped over and over until she exploded, taking him with her.

Two gulping breaths later, he rolled off of her to the edge of the bed, putting both feet on the floor.  “You were a virgin.  Why didn’t you tell me?”  he demanded.

She stared at the ceiling, trying to make her brain decipher his words.  The man had turned it into mush.  “Can you give me two seconds before we do this?”  she asked, closing her eyes  and relishing the things her body had just experienced.

He rose and went to dispose of the condom.  Returning, he stepped into his jeans and underwear without looking at her.  “Two seconds up yet?”

God, she dreaded this.  She’d never thought past the actual sex part of this encounter.  Reaching for her nightshirt, she dropped it over her head to act as a thin piece of cotton armor.  Moving to stand on the opposite side of the bed from him, she sighed.  “Okay, you wanna know why I didn’t tell you.  Would you be here if I had?”

“No!”  He snatched up his shirt, jerking it down to cover his torso.

“Well, that would probably be why then.”

“A virgin Allegra!”  He bent to get his shoes and socks.

As many times as she’d pushed his buttons, he’d never gotten angry, just philosophical.  Why was this such a big deal?  “If I had to guess, I’d say you’ve had more than a handful of those in your day.  You’ve survived.”

“Not a fucking thirty-nine year old virgin!  After waiting thirty-nine goddamn years, it should’ve been special!”

 “Stop yelling at me!”  she ordered, feeling her own anger start to build.  “And the last time I checked the definition of special, it meant something extraordinary.  I’d call what just happened pretty extraordinary.”

Richie’s jammed his feet into his shoes and raked his fingers through his hair.  “That is exactly what I didn’t want to hear.”  He crossed to the door and opened it.

“What?  You want to hear that it’s just sex?  A one-night stand?  Truer words were never spoken, baby.”

The door slammed shut before she got past one-night stand.