Chapter Seven

The ringing of a cell phone woke Richie. His voice mumbling “Who the fuck is that?” woke Jen. She smiled and stretched when Richie reached behind him for the phone. Jen looked at the clock on the nightstand. They’d been snoozing for a few hours, and it was close to dinnertime. She felt deliciously sore and disgustingly sticky. She looked forward to the shower they both clearly needed.

“What?” Richie grumbled into the phone. “Oh, hey. What’s up?”

Jen started to get up, to give him some privacy, but he pulled her back in close to him, making her squeak. She clamped her hands over her mouth and Richie chuckled. He hooked a foot over the covers and pulled them up so she could reach them and settle the blankets around them. Richie moved the phone away from his ear and dropped a kiss on Jen’s forehead.

“Yeah, no, I’m still here,” he said, and rolled his eyes at Jen, who giggled. “No,” Richie laughed. “I’m not alone…” Richie laughed at his friend’s remarks. “Yeah, smartass, her name’s Jen.”

Jen could hear a loud voice through the headset, though she couldn’t hear what was being said. The voice didn’t sound angry exactly, but incredulous.

“Shit, man, I forgot,” Richie said, looking apologetically at Jen. “Uh, I just sorta woke up.”

“WHAT?” came through the phone’s speaker so loud that Jen heard it. And she recognized the voice.

Richie laughed. “Man, if you could see the reason I was still in bed, you wouldn’t getting a bug up your ass. I need to be there by when? Seven?” He looked at the clock then at Jen. It was quarter ‘til six, and Jen looked like she was ready for another round. He knew he certainly was. “I may be a few minutes late, but I’ll be there.” He listened for a minute, said, “sure, I can ask.” He put his hand over the mouthpiece and whispered to Jen, “Wanna have dinner with my friends?”

Jen got wide eyed and just stared. Richie laughed. “Well, she didn’t say ‘no’, so I’ll take that as a ‘yeah’.” He sighed. “I’ll be there, don’t worry. She may or may not come with. Yeah. NO. Bye.” He hung up and looked at Jen.

“Jon wants to know if you’re coming to dinner with me? And he wants to know if you’ll take his picture.” His eyes twinkled with mirth. “I told him no.”

Jen’s eyes narrowed. “And why not? I don’t fuck every person I take photos of, you know.” Richie didn’t have an answer for that. “Glad to know what you think of me,” she said, and swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

“Now, c’mon, Jen, be fair,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We had just met…”

She half turned, pulling the blankets up to cover herself. “And because I let you fuck me silly, you think I’d let just anyone?” She shook her head and her eyes turned a dark blue that was not from passion. “I don’t know whether to be pissed at you or feel sorry that you have such a low opinion of yourself.”

Richie didn’t know what to do with that. “Don’t be pissed at me, darlin’,” he said, sitting up to nuzzle her neck. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I promise. It’s just that Jon...”

Jen finished his thought. “...pretty much gets any woman he wants, right?” Richie looked sheepish. “Well,” she said, “not this one. I’m firmly a DarkSider.”

Richie burst out laughing. “DarkSider, huh?” He grinned and pulled Jen back with him so they were once again sprawled across the bed.

“Yeah. I like my men tall dark and handsome.” She nipped at his chin. “Cliché I know, but I can’t help what I like.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel bad,” Richie said, and Jen could see he meant it.

“Then make me feel better,” she said, pupils dilating.

Richie slid two fingers into her slowly, watching her face as he stretched her. Jen caught her bottom lip between her teeth and grabbed onto the headboard, hanging on for dear life as she groaned at his invasion. She raised her hips in time with Richie’s thrusts, pushing herself hard and fast onto his thick, calloused fingers. “Yes! Oh baby, yes...” she groaned.

He felt her inner walls trembling on his invading fingers. “You're so close, sweetheart.”

Jen shook her head from the intensity of the approaching orgasm, her long hair whipping about her face as she writhed against the sheets. “Richie, I'm......oh God.....”

Richie' voice was hoarse with passion. “Cum for me, darlin’; I want to feel it.” He leaned down to lick at the sweat that gathered at her hairline.

She let herself go, exploding against his plunging fingers. He pumped her until the spasms faded, his touch gentling as the tremors rocked her. Jen opened her eyes to find his eyes staring at her, dark with desire. His cock throbbed against her thigh and she wanted him. Oh hell, how she wanted him. She reached for a condom from the night table and quickly sheathed him then urged him over on top of her.

With a loud groan, he buried himself inside her, gasping from the feel of her tight, slick core.

“Jesus, Jen. God, you feel so good....”

Jen wrapped her legs around his waist, helping him push deeper. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said. “Like you’ll die if you can’t.”

Richie moaned, further excited by her words. “Oh, but I do mean it.”

She clenched her muscles around him, milking his cock. “Do you? Do you really?”

He felt as if he was losing his mind. He thrust into her deeper, harder, his ass clenching and unclenching as he pistoned faster in and out of her, fucking her like his very life depended on it. He sucked one of Jen's nipples into his mouth as he pinched the other between his long fingers.

Jen moaned at the tender sensation, feeling herself climbing again towards orgasm. Her fingernails dug into Richie’s shoulders as he moved in and out of her, their panting breaths and slapping flesh the only sounds in the room .

“Richie, I'm... oh, sweet hell.....Jesus!” Her eyes rolled back and she arched hard off the bed, every muscle in her body clenched tight. With a scream, her release came, then she slumped back, boneless on the bed.

Richie whispered roughly in her ear as he also lost control. “Oh sweet fuck darlin.....unnnhh!”

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, they trembled in each other's arms. With gentle caresses and kisses, they soothed each other; waiting for their heartbeats to get back to normal. Smiling, Richie looked over at the clock. “We’ve got about an hour to get cleaned up and down to the restaurant,” he said. “Can you move yet?”

“Nope,” Jen said happily. “You?”

“Not at all,” he said, chuckling. “Maybe we should just forget it.”

“They’re your friends, not mine,” Jen said, tracing a finger across his pecs, scraping a nipple on the way to his ribs.”

“Shit,” Richie said. “Stop that,” he grabbed her hand. “That tickles.”

“Spoilsport,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

Richie laughed and kissed Jen deeply, groaning when he felt her undulating against him. “Darlin’, it pains me to say it, but there’s no way in hell this is happening until I either rest or eat or both.”

Jen laughed. “Then I guess we’d better drag our sorry asses out of this bed.”

“Race you to the shower?” Richie said.