Chapter Three

Richie rubbed at the hand mark he left on Jen's ass. His heart was pounding, wondering just how far she wanted to take the game. He thought to himself, "the only way to find out is to play" and play he did. He pushed her roughly to the couch and she squeaked. She didn't actually say a word, so he let it slide. He dropped in front of her and muscled between her legs. He pulled her forward until her wet panties were pressed against his chest.

"Nice, darlin'," he rasped as he felt her wetness on his skin. He wrapped his arms around Jen and pulled her toward him so she was pressed fully against him. Richie brought her arms up and arranged them atop her head, giving them a pat. "Leave them there," he ordered quietly.

Jen sobbed with pleasure when Richie sucked one stiffened peak into his mouth. She itched to grab his head and pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder, to bite and mark her, but she didn't. She begged him in her head to be rough with her, but he was holding back. She could see it in the tense set of his shoulders. She let out a mew and arched slightly. Richie opened his mouth wide, taking more of her breast in, and bit down gently. Jen moaned, and tried to rub her thighs together, hoping the friction would ease some of the tension, but Richie was in the way, and he wasn't moving.

"Uh uh, darlin'," he said. "I know what you're tryin' to do. You get to cum when I say."

He kissed his way down her chest, and spent a good amount of time tracing her ribs with his tongue. His hair was tickling her thighs, and she was squirming around. Richie held her down to make her stop moving, and the rough grab made her gasp.

Without warning, Richie tore away the thin scrap of lace, pushed two fingers inside her, and started to pump. Hard. Jen was wriggling and writhing on the couch, and moaning uncontrollably. Richie latched onto her mouth and used his free hand to push her arms off her head. Jen wrapped them around Richie's neck, and pulled him close, their teeth mashing together. He continued to pound at her with his hand until she tensed. Richie sensed she was reaching climax, and stopped, completely withdrawing from her and sitting back on his heels.

Jen's skin was flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hair was all tousled, and she looked glorious. "What's the matter baby?" he asked her. She just moaned in response. "You can answer me this time, it's alright."

"Need you," she panted. "Need you to make me orgasm."

"Now baby, what do you need me for? Your fingers work, don't they?"

Jen's pulse raced as she nodded.

"Well?" Richie asked, and smiled.

Jen crept a hand down to her drenched pussy and dipped an acrylic-tipped finger inside. She could feel her walls tightening, and turned her finger just slightly to hit the sweet spot. Her other hand pulled and twisted her nipples roughly, and she drew blood biting on her lip.

"Oh, baby, you're bleeding," Richie said, and lapped at her lip. He watched as Jen brought herself close to orgasm. When her breathing increased, Richie pulled her hands away from her body, and replaced them with his own.

Jen's hands scrabbled for purchase somewhere, anywhere, and finally fisted and drove into the couch on either side of her thighs. Her fingers were itching to take this game a little deeper than it was, but didn't know how Richie would react. She felt the buzzing start in the soles of her feet, and it sauntered up her legs slowly, taunting her with its closeness. By the time it reached her knees, she was sweating. When it reached her thighs, her head lolled to the side, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

When Richie saw her head loll, he stopped, withdrawing quickly from her body. Jen whimpered in frustrated disappointment that the release she wanted, needed, was so near, yet he still was keeping it from her. She looked pleadingly at him, and he chuckled. "Now, Jen, darlin', I'm not ready for you to cum yet," he said, though he was beyond ready. He wanted to throw her to the floor and fuck her senseless. But not yet. First, he wanted to torture her until she was begging for release. He took in her state, and decided it wouldn't be long.

He bent to blow on Jen's heated core, and spread her lips wide. He stiffened his tongue and drove it into her, making her scream. His teeth scraped on her clit, and Jen thought she was going to cry. He kept at it, literally eating her until the tingling started. This time, Jen went for it, and grabbed the ends of her scarf. It was looped around her neck, and as the buzzing raced up her legs, she pulled. The scarf tightened around her neck, and she moaned. Richie saw what she was doing and was stunned, but unbelievably turned on. He watched her carefully, watching her toned arms strain as she pulled, and eyes start to roll back. She screamed his name again, hoarsely this time, as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her, nearly knocking her from the couch. Jen's arms relaxed, as did the scarf around her neck, and as the oxygen raced back to her head, dizziness rode atop the orgasm, and she started to giggle.

Richie smiled, and withdrew his tongue, choosing to suck hard on her clit. He snaked his fingers up to pinch Jen's nipples roughly and she moaned, lifting a leg to wrap it around Richie's shoulder. He sucked hard, stretching that little nub until Jen thought it would disappear down his throat. She pulled the ends of the scarf again. Her head thrashed back and forth on the couch, and the room started to dim. She smiled as the orgasm slammed her. She moaned Richie's name as darkness overtook her, and she slid into the abyss.