Can't Buy Love (9 page)
The guys lose their pace inside me for a moment.
“She’s good. So good.” Rick soothes my trepidation with a smile then jerks his cock faster. “Show me how sweet you are. Show me how you sacrifice yourself to the whims of your clients. Show me how you absorb their ecstasy and make it yours.”
Every bit of his understanding raises my arousal, pushing me closer to the brink of orgasm. I grind my pussy on Niels’ cock and clench around Brendt’s intrusion. The edge of pain only enhances the sensations pummeling me.
“There you go, love.” Rick groans when I begin to mewl, the foreign sound escaping my chest before I can stop it.
I press on my clit more insistently, rubbing the button with the extra pressure I need. My muscles strain, my back arches and my eyes fly open, wide. My gaze is glued to the victory in Rick’s stare when I come apart.
I hardly notice Brendt and Niels pumping their condoms full, emptying their cum in my pussy and ass simultaneously.
It must have been good for them. Neither one budges, aside from the heavy pants squishing me between their chests for several minutes.
I squirm, trying to catch sight of Rick. What will I find in his eyes now?
What if it’s not acceptance?
I can hardly catch my breath. Unlike last night, it has more to do with Brendt’s weight than the euphoria flooding my veins.
“You’re crushing my girlfriend.” Rick pushes Brendt to the side, freeing me.
“How can you date a woman who loves banging other men?” Brendt grimaces. “Shit. None of my business. Brain not really functioning right now.”
Rick laughs. “It’s okay. The two of you fuck her together. Don’t tell me you can’t feel each other’s cocks rubbing through the thin barrier of her body.”
I shudder at the idea.
“I can. It feels good.” Brendt actually manages to blush a little.
Imagine that.
“So does that mean you’re hot for Niels?” Rick rolls his eyes when both men glare at him. “I didn’t think so. Look, there’s a difference between slaking desire—doing whatever it takes to get off and…how I feel for her.”
“I, uh, thought that shit was fake.” Neils scrubs his face. “This is all there is, the thrill of a massive orgasm. The instant when you fear your heart will explode from the magnitude of your climax.”
“I did too.” Rick sighs. “You haven’t met the right person yet.”
“And you have?” Brendt caves when he notes the serious glint in Rick’s eyes. “Lucky bastard.”
“I wanna see.”
We all turn to face Niels. My jaw hangs open. He can’t be serious.
“We did you a favor.”
I giggle hard enough to force his softening cock from my grasp.
“Not saying I didn’t enjoy it. But still…” Niels persists. “Show
us
the difference.”
I hold my arms out, open to Rick. I need him. The relief Brendt and Neils provided hasn’t extinguished the ache low in my belly.
“You’re don’t mind sharing this with them?” His friends scramble from the bed as he lowers himself into my hold. “Our magic?”
“I’m kind of proud of it.” I turn pliant in his arms, softening when he nuzzles my mouth, sipping from my lips. “I missed you.”
“Me too.” He aligns our bodies until there’s not a modicum of space between us.
I trace the pulse hammering at the base of his neck. Everything about him feels right. Perfect.
“Damn that was hot.” He pauses to gather my breasts in his hands before lowering his mouth to suckle first one then the other. “You took Brendt nice and easy in your ass even when they stretched you. Gorgeous.”
“Want to try it?” I fold my legs until my knees are pressed close to my chest.
Rick hooks his elbows behind my angled calves, spreading my pussy wide. “Maybe later.”
He angles his hips, guaranteeing the head of his cock notches in the entrance of my pussy the next time I squirm.
“I need you inside me.” I strain my neck to capture his mouth, sliding my tongue inside.
“He fucks her bare?”
I twitch at the question from Brendt. I’d forgotten the two men existed.
“Can’t stand for there to be anything between us.” I can’t tell if he’s talking to me or his friends.
“Me either,” I whisper.
I lift my ass, using my legs to lever me closer to the man I’ve come to adore. He allows me to slip my pussy over his cock like a warm, silky glove without ever looking away from me.
He stares so deep into my eyes I can see the flecks of black and gold highlighting his irises. I spear my fingers into his hair, tugging him lower. I devour his groan as he begins to move, shoving his cock as deep as possible into my clutching pussy.
Long, languid glides of his ass drive him into and out of me. He teases me by poking his bulbous tip at the very opening of my cunt. Neither of us can stand that torture for long.
He curses then slides to the hilt, slapping my opened ass with his balls. He nibbles my jaw up to my ear while he glides inside me, inspiring us both to wild abandon. I’m afraid my nails will leave bright red marks on his back, but I can’t stop myself from raking his shoulders in an attempt to urge him nearer.
It would be impossible for him to meld us any tighter.
“Fuck yes.” He shouts when the bite of pain mixes with our euphoria.
Not one to be outdone, he buries his face against my neck, nipping and sucking until I’m sure I’ll bear a token of his possession for days to come. The idea of his mark, his claim, instigates an explosion that rattles my teeth with its force.
I scream as I come.
Rick barely makes it through the strongest of my contractions, which hug him, before yanking his cock from my pussy. He kneels above me, his head thrown back. Impressive cords form in his thick neck as he roars.
Pearly cum jets from his straining erection, decorating me with strand after strand of opalescent fluid. My thighs, my mound, my tummy, my breasts and even my lip bear the proof of his ownership.
I stare into his smoky eyes while the echoing grunts of his friends fade into the distance like background music. Neither of us blink until someone speaks, shattering the perfectness of the moment.
“Shit. I think we owe you double for tonight, Star.” Niels clutches his chest as he struggles to catch his breath.
“I’ll call it even if you inform Tommy that Rick won’t be coming back to work tonight.” I murmur without looking away from the man still shuddering between my thighs.
“Deal.” Bendt grins. “We’ll cover his shift.”
“Thank you,” we whisper in unison then treat each other to a grin.
Our smiles interlock as we indulge in another long, gentle kiss. When we finally break apart, sometime later, Niels and Brendt have slipped out.
“I guess they got what they came for.” I stroke Rick’s disheveled hair into some semblance of order.
“So much less than I need,” he growls.
“How so?” I’ve never hoped to be all someone requires so badly before.
“They don’t take their time. It’s like they don’t have the urge to touch every inch of your soft skin like I do. They don’t…relish the satisfaction. It’s a simple release for them. A thrill, for sure. But not the kind that rocks your foundation.” Rick promises, “I know the difference. I love sex. The thrill of a conquest. I adore women in general and the compliment a lady pays when she bends over for me. But nothing is as good as when I’m with you.”
“It’s like the difference between eating a TV dinner and a Thanksgiving banquet.”
“Exactly, love.”
This time we both understand it’s not a pet name anymore. It’s the truth.
Pure.
Simple.
“I can do this, Sarah.” Rick kisses me softly, rocks me against his chest, his sticky cum hot and slick between us. “We can make this work. If you’re still interested…”
“I am.” I bite my lip.
“Then why are you so tense?” Rick rubs my shoulders, erasing the rigidity there.
“It has to go both ways.” I search my heart and soul for any hidden objections and find none. He’s one hundred percent correct. Sex and love are distinct. When they accompany each other, nothing can compare. Still, it’s possible to have one and not both. Maybe even necessary for some people.
Like Rick’s parents.
Maybe like Rick himself. I have to accommodate his fears even if he never chooses to exercise his options. Otherwise, I’m afraid I may doom our relationship before it begins.
“Huh?” Rick is so fucked out he struggles to surface from the residual pleasure turning his bones and brains to mush.
“You don’t have to give up other women.” I wink at him. “I know you like a little variety from time to time. Mari’s jealous you visit me so often instead of sharing your studliness with her once in a while.”
His gorgeous eyes brighten as he considers my proposition. “You mean that? Please promise me you aren’t just saying it to be fair. You really believe it’s possible?”
“Of course. As long as you’re safe.” I shrug. “I’ll do whatever it takes to have the best chance at making this a success. The forever-after kind. All I ask is that you’re honest with me. No hiding your needs. No lying about our nature.”
“Always. I haven’t craved something this bad since I was fifteen and saw a candy- apple red Yamaha XJ650R SECA in the showroom.”
“You’re quite a window shopper. Something about goods behind glass turns your head every time.” I trace his spreading smile.
“Yeah, and I’m pretty determined to have what I lust after too.”
“So you rode that motorcycle around like a badass when you were younger, huh?”
“Damn straight.” He tips my face up until I can’t avoid staring into his unblinking eyes. “I still have it. Still love it as much as I did that first moment. More even because of all we’ve been through together.”
“But I’ve seen you riding a Ducati to work when you’re running late. Or even your bicycle on spring evenings.”
“That doesn’t mean I love the original any less. I’m a little big for it now.” He pats his six-pack, making me squirm as I remember how it flexes while he fucks me. “It has a place of honor in my garage.”
“Good to know.” I wince as I debate whether to speak my mind.
“Don’t start pretending now. You suck at it anyway.” Rick kisses me so sweetly I can’t restrain myself. His thumb brushes the tension at the corners of my mouth. “Tell me what’s causing this.”
“Brace yourself.” I grin at the hitch in his breath. “I think I’m in love with you.”
“You’re not sure? I can do some more convincing…” He rolls over until he’s propped on one elbow, peering down into my eyes. “I love you, Sarah. Without a hint of doubt. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. Anything to keep you in my life. Like this.”
“Maybe you should leave me a big tip.” I laugh when he tickles me. Until the teasing gesture turns smoky with desire—never far from the surface when we touch.
“Nope.” He nips my neck then whispers in my ear. “You can’t buy love, remember?”
“Yes.” I plant my palms on his chest and shove, budging him a fraction of an inch so I can stare straight into his eyes when I promise, “But I can give it freely.”
“And I’m sure now that I can accept.” He leans in to rest his forehead on mine. “If you’ll take mine in return.”
“I do.”
It isn’t until the full rays of daylight pierce my window that we cross through my window.
Together.
About the Author
Jayne Rylon’s stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Her writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.
Jayne is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Central Ohio Fiction Writers (COFW), International Heat and Passionate Ink.
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