Four: Reunion

“So,” Jen said, nuzzling Richie’s neck. “What now?”

By way of an answer, Richie captured Jen’s mouth with his. Long minutes later, he leaned back. “Are you really okay?”

Jen nodded. “Yes, baby, I’m really okay. I’m sorry for making such a fuss, but – ”

“No buts,” Richie said. “As long as you’re okay.” He grabbed Jen’s duffel and slung it over his shoulder. She took her laptop bag and her purse, and they set off up the platform.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a suite at La Quinta, about 10 minutes away.” He hugged Jen to his side. “Is that okay with you?”

She tilted her head up to whisper, “I’m not wearing a bra, what do you think?”

They made their way through Union Station and out to the cab stand. Richie signaled to someone up the block, and watched as a sleek black sedan pulled away from the curb and made its way toward them.

“How’s your knee?”

“Nearly back to normal. It’s still weak, but more physical therapy will help. Did you find some recommendations for me?”

Richie nodded. “Yep, got a couple guys for you to meet. Next week. This week is all about us.”

“I can live with that,” Jen said, smiling. The car glided to a halt, and the driver popped the trunk before getting out to take Jen’s bags. Richie opened the back door and ushered her into the backseat. As the trunk slammed, Richie was pulling Jen into his arms, and kissing her soundly. He kept her tucked under his arm for the short drive to the hotel.

La Quinta was a lovely glass building ringed with trees. The lobby went past in a blur as Richie and Jen hurried to the elevators. Luck was with them, and the doors slid opened just as they came to a halt in front of them. As soon as the doors slid shut behind them, Richie pounced, pressing Jennifer against the wall of the elevator and kissing her senseless.

“Seems like we’ve done this elevator thing a time or two before,” she panted, once Richie let her up for air.

He chuckled and pulled her in to his chest, the hard points of her nipples pressing hard against him. When the doors slid open on his floor, he led her down the hall and into the suite. As soon as the door was closed, Jennifer found herself pressed up against it, with Richie pulling at her t-shirt.

“Shirt...Off...” he said, pulling at the tight cotton. Jen raised her arms so he could take the shirt off of her and Richie’s mouth was latched onto her inked breast before the tee hit the ground.

A throaty groan tore from Jennifer’s throat as Richie gently pulled and tugged on her nipple with his lips. He lavished attention on both breasts equally, and found he had to hold Jennifer up to keep her from falling at his feet. He kissed his way back up her chest to her neck, nibbling up to her ear lobe. When he captured her mouth, Jennifer’s knees gave out, and she sagged against him.

“God I missed you,” she said, when they broke the kiss. She fumbled with the buttons of Richie’s shirt, and snarled when they wouldn’t do what she wanted. When she finally got them undone, she smoothed her hands down his pecs and stomach, and gripped his belt.

Their eyes locked while Jennifer undid his buckle. When she unzipped him and reached inside to take him in her hand, Richie’s eyes closed. “Damn, darlin’,” he said, helping her shove the pants down over his hips. He knelt before her then, naked save for his socks, and worked the button of her jeans.

“They are tight, just as you said,” he said as he started to peel them slowly down her hips. She leaned back against the door so he could remove the denim completely, taking her shoes and socks with them. He urged her legs apart, and kissed his way up one long, lean leg. He breathed in her scent, leaning in close to, but not touching, her obviously ready sex. He kissed his way down the other leg and sat back on his heels for a moment, before peeling off his own socks.

When Jennifer moved away from the door, Richie pushed her gently back against it. “I think I want to change the game plan we talked about last night.” He spread her woman’s lips with nimble fingers, exposing her hard clit. He drove his tongue into her, and curled it up, licking at her. He let his teeth graze her clit each time he dipped into her, and could feel her legs trembling from pent up passion.

His fingers replaced his tongue, and he flicked Jen’s piercing up with it instead. He sucked her clit into his mouth, getting in close to nibble on it with his teeth. Between that and his fingers bending and twisting slightly inside her, she exploded with a scream. Richie hurried to replace his fingers with his mouth, and drank from her until she couldn’t stand anymore.

Richie held her against the door with one strong hand as he used the other to lever himself up off the floor. He picked her up like she weighed no more than a child, and brought her through the living room and to the bed. The covers were already turned down, and the lights dimmed to a soft glow. He laid her close to the center of the bed, and climbed up after her.

Jennifer reached for him immediately, his hard cock a thick heavy weight in her hand. She urged Richie to lay next to her, and she rested her head on his stomach while she played with him. She stroked him from root to tip slowly, firmly, loving the way the thin skin felt over the hard ridges just beneath. She let his rod go to play with his balls, testing their weight and rolling them, one at a time, gently in her palm.

Beneath her ear, Jen could hear Richie’s heart pounding. He was stroking her hair and shoulders, and when she turned to look at him, she saw his eyes were closed, and his other arm flung across his forehead. She turned back to his erection, wrapping her fingers around it again. Richie groaned and shifted on the mattress. Smiling, Jennifer raised up onto her knees and licked just the tip of him, scooping up the drop of pre-cum that had oozed from his small slit.

Richie bucked when her tongue made contact, and Jennifer chuckled huskily at his reaction. She shifted around so she was sitting on his calves, and waited until he lifted his head and locked eyes with her. She took the tip of him in her mouth, sucking hard, and swirling her tongue around him. Slowly, she lowered her head, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth and throat. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and squeezed him hard to keep him from coming. She worked her mouth up and down the length of him, letting her hair tickle his thighs with each dip and pull.

“Fuck, Jen, I can’t hold off much – damn, baby, I want to be inside you.” Richie’s voice was thick and low, and his fingers flexed as he tried to reach for her. She let herself be caught, and he drew her up his body.

Their mouths met, mingling their flavors together. Jennifer raised her hips and settled them over Richie’s cock, lowering slowly onto him. Her breath hitched as he stretched her; that wonderful full feeling almost enough to send her over the edge. She pushed back on his chest so she was kneeling upright, and she started undulating her hips against him. She didn’t raise and lower on him like she wanted to, but ground her clit into the thatch of dark hair as she let her internal muscles squeeze him.

Richie’s neck arched, and Jen leaned forward to scratch her nails lightly down his neck. She continued to his pecs, flicking over the hard little nipples, and down his ribs. Over and over she ran her fingers down his body. Each time she leaned forward, she eased off him just a little. Each time she got to his ribs, flexed her hips, taking him in all the way to her womb.

“God, Jennifer,” Richie groaned, grabbing onto her thighs with his big hands. Jennifer leaned over to braced her hands on his chest, and raised herself nearly all the way off of him. She lowered quickly, taking him hard and fast inside her. She did that again and again, and felt the tingly fingers of her next release gathering low in her belly.

“Richie,” she panted, “I’m so close.”

“Cum for me,” he said, raising up on his elbows a little to watch her.

Jennifer leaned back, gripping his calves, and letting hair tickle over his legs. She rode him hard, grinding her clit into him with every downward stroke. She could feel him tensing within her, could feel his balls under her ass tightening. She surged forward, bracing her hands on Richie’s shoulders, and pinning him to the mattress. She rose and fell on him harder and harder, driving him deep within her.

Suddenly she stopped. “Wha—” Richie said, his unfocused eyes seeking hers out. He was on the brink of explosion. Her head tilted slightly to one side, and she could see her eyes roll behind their closed lids. A split second later, her pussy tightened, clamping down on him. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm along his entire length.

Growling, he flipped them so Jennifer was underneath him, and he pounded his way through her orgasm, drawing it out for long minutes. When he would ordinarily have slowed to let her rest for a minute, he redoubled his efforts, pulling himself from and pushing himself into her body hard and fast. Her eyelids sprung open, and her mouth froze in a silent scream. The tendons on the sides of her neck stood out as her entire body tensed.

Still, Richie rode her hard.

When the next orgasm hit, Jen’s world dimmed, and she went almost completely slack on the bed. She still had an iron grip on Richie’s cock, and he leaned slightly sideways to free up a hand. He pinched her nipple gently, making her yell out. He kept up the pressure on the tender peak when he felt her next orgasm engulf him. He pinched a little more firmly when her waves started to recede, and was rewarded with a scream of approval. He pounded into her, unrelenting, until his vision went hazy and his cock grew even harder.

As he came, Richie twisted Jen’s nipple just a little, and she bucked beneath him, her own orgasm coursing through her, and drawing his out longer then he thought possible. He collapsed in a heap next to her, bringing her over onto her side. Still joined, he trailed gentle fingertips up and down the length of her spine, sending shivers down her body. He gently disengaged from her, reaching under his pillow for the towel he had stashed there. After cleaning them up a bit, Richie eased Jennifer over onto her back.

Her eyes refused to focus, but she could tell Richie was smiling at her. His smile turned wicked as he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Hours later, Jennifer was snuggled in under Richie’s arm. “Mmmm,” she purred. “You smell yummy; like sex and sandalwood.” Every inch of her body felt loved and cherished, and there was a delicious soreness at her nipples and between her legs. Richie had spent a lot of time trying to get Jen unconscious.

He succeeded twice.

Richie pulled Jen in closer to him, mashing her to his side. “We should probably clean off the sex smell before we go back to the train station.”


She sighed in response. “Yeah, you’re probably right. How much time to do we have to get back to the station?”

“About an hour,” Richie answered.

“Hmmm, that’s not quite enough time, but it’ll have to do.” She planted a kiss on the closest nipple, and slid from the bed.

Once the water was good and hot, they stepped under the stream, groaning appreciatively. Richie turned Jen so the water cascaded down her hair and back. She tipped her head back to wet her hair, and Richie let his fingers graze her cheeks, skim down over her throat, and settle around her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over their peaks, and reveled in the mewling noises that slipped through her lips.

Jennifer brought her head back up and met Richie’s eyes. She licked a drop of water from her lips and urged them to switch positions so Richie could stand under the spray. When he was good and wet, Jen reached for the soap.

“Not yet,” Richie said. “Turn around.”

Heart pounding, Jennifer did as she was bid. When she felt a gentle pressure at the small of her back, she bent forward, bracing her palms against the cool tile. Her knees bent and her back arched of their own accord, and Richie swallowed hard at the sight of her glistening sex. He dipped a finger between her thighs, and swirled it around her clit. Jennifer hissed and arched harder, exposing more of herself to him.

Richie grasped Jen’s hips and brought himself into her, sliding in an inch at a time; easing into her. Slowly he stroked out then back in, relishing the feel of her around him. He kept up the teasing pace until Jennifer started to slip over the edge. When he felt her clench hard around him, he pulled out and slammed home once. Just once. That’s all it took for her to take him over with her.

Long minutes later, when Jennifer was able to stand upright again, Richie reached for the soap and gently, lovingly, washed every inch of her body. She returned the favor, lingering over spots that made him twitch and hiss. They slowly washed each other’s hair, being sure to rinse away every last bit of suds.

When they were dried and dressed, they sat close together on the sofa, chatting about all the things Ava wanted to do once Jen was settled. Soon enough, though, it was time to get a move on.