More Distractions

“Rich, if you don’t get out of here, I’m never going to get anything done!”

Jennifer was exasperated.  She was trying to get through her day’s work, but she was having no end to distractions.  Richie was frustrated that they hadn’t had any real alone time in the week since he arrived.  Ava had taken to sneaking into their bedroom at night, and either she or his mother were always around.  Jennifer loved having them as houseguests.  They were having such a great time, she hated to think about when they would leave.

Richie couldn’t wait.  He loved his mother and his daughter, but he wanted Jennifer all to himself.  He was trying his damnest to get her hot and bothered enough to sneak away upstairs with him while his mother and daughter were making cookies in the kitchen. 

He spent the morning in an over-sized easy chair in the corner of Jennifer’s home office, quietly playing his twelve-string.  He was dressed to entice, in snug blue jeans, a soft, white chambray shirt left completely unbuttoned and rolled up to the elbows, and nothing else.  As he played, he hummed to himself, keeping a watchful eye on Jennifer the whole time.  Several times throughout the morning, he caught her watching him, and heard her sigh wistfully a time or two.  He knew he was breaking through her resolve.

Of course, every time it seemed she would join him on the chair or take him to their bedroom, one of his other women would come looking for them.  It never failed.   Still, he was prepared to pay his mother to take Ava to lunch.  So was Jennifer.

Still, the teasing was fun, and the stolen moments they had together to kiss or fondle was the best foreplay he’d had in quite some time.  After checking the hallway and finding it empty (again) and knowing that wouldn’t last (again) he put his guitar down on the floor and stood behind Jennifer. 

“Do you like that?” Richie asked, as he rubbed gentle circles around Jennifer’s neck and shoulders.  He slid his fingers into her hair and sifted its length through them.  He applied just enough pressure on her scalp to make her purr.

“You know I love it when you touch me,” she said, leaning back into his hands and closing her eyes.  “But if we want to go to the Patriots game tonight, I have to get …” She trailed off as Richie slid his hands downward over her neck and touched his fingertips at her throat.  Very slowly, he pressed his hands downward, until he was cupping her breasts.  He had just grazed his thumbs over her nipples when Ava bounded into the room. 

“Daddy!” she yelled, causing him to jump.  “Chocolate chip or M&M?”

His lust-fogged brain didn’t understand the question.  “What?” he asked, keeping his back to his daughter.  He didn’t want her to see him aroused.  “What are you talking about?”

“The cookies, silly,” she answered.  “Should we make chocolate chip or M&M?”

“Why not both?” Jennifer asked, her voice husky.

“Are you okay, Jennifer?” Ava asked.  “You’re voice sounds funny.”

Jen cleared her throat as Richie chuckled softly.  “Just a frog sweetie.  Can we have both?”

“Sure!  It’s your house, we hafta do what you say, right?”  She bounded out of the room humming, leaving the door open behind her.

Richie growled and crossed the room in three strides, and had to refrain from slamming the door.  He closed it gently, and snicked the lock in place.

“What are you doing?”

Richie came back to her and pulled her from the chair.  “Those cookies should keep them occupied for at least a half an hour,” he said, smiling.  “We are having a nooner.  You know, where you take a break from work, and let me fuck you silly.”  He dipped his head to capture her mouth in a kiss that seared her to the soles of her feet.

“But what if they come back?”

“That’s why I locked the door,” he murmured, nibbling on her neck.  He slid his hands under her t-shirt and pushed the cups of her bra up.  When he rolled her nipples between his fingers, she moaned and arched her back a little.  Richie smiled and raised the hem of her shirt so he could latch on to one tight, pink peak.  He suckled greedily, sending hot shots of lust through Jennifer’s body.

Richie raised his head and walked them over to the couch.  When he sat down, he pulled Jen across his lap and promptly lowered his head again.  Jen laid back on his arm and let him torture her with his exquisite mouth.  When his hand slid down to the waistband of her shorts, she gasped.

“Oh God, Rich,” she said.  “God help me, but I need you.”

He slid his hand up under the leg of her shorts, and traced lazy patterns with his slightly-long fingernails on her panties.  The light touch was driving her insane.  He had just slid a finger under the scrap of fabric and into her wet core when they heard someone rattling the door.  “Daddy?” Ava called.  “You still in there?”

Richie shushed Jennifer and called out, “Yeah, baby girl, what do you need?”

“Why is the door locked?”

Jennifer giggled.  “To try to keep the distractions to a minimum while I work,” she said, regretfully sliding off Richie’s lap.  Her step faltered when she saw Richie sucking on his finger.  “Hang on a second.” She tossed a pillow to Rich to put in his lap while she went to the door.  “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted Daddy to test the batter,” Ava answered, a batter-heavy spoon in her hand.

Richie groaned softly and stood.  “Sure, baby girl,” he said and came to stand by Jen.  He took the spoon and pulled most of the dough off with his teeth, the sweetness of the chocolate chips making him smile.  “Try some,” he said to Jennifer, and held the spoon up to her mouth.

She met Richie’s eyes and let him slide the spoon in.  She slowly closed her eyes and her cheeks hollowed as she pulled the batter from the spoon.  “Mmmm, that’s delicious,” she said, winking at Richie.  She turned back to Ava and gave the little girl a hug.  “You guys are going to make fantastic cookies.”  Beaming, Ava skipped from the room.

“Damn,” Richie said, grinning at Jen.  “You sure do know how to clean off a spoon.”

“I sure do, baby,” Jennifer said.

Richie pressed a quick kiss to Jen’s forehead.  “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes,” he said. 

When he walked up the hall, Jennifer blew out a sharp breath. The tension was getting to her, too.

When he came back, he was smiling, “Ma’s going to take Ava to lunch,” he said, wrapping Jennifer in a tight hug.  “They’ll be gone for at least an hour.”  He dipped his head to sip from her lips, and groaned when he heard little footsteps pounding down the hall.

“Jen!” Ava said, skidding to a halt in front of them and dancing from side to side.  “Daddy said we should go to lunch, and you should come too!”

“Ava, honey,” Richie said, “I said you and Grandma should go out.”

“But I want Jen to come,” Ava said pouting.  Joan was nowhere to be seen.

“Rich,” Jennifer said softly.  “It’s alright.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“Make it up to me later,” Jennifer said and kissed his cheek.

Riche was told in no uncertain terms by his darling daughter that this was a girl’s lunch, and he wasn’t welcome to join them.  Left to his own devices he logged into the board.  He groaned when he saw what they were talking about.  Naughty talk in his current condition could prove to be painful.  Reluctant to join in, he watched for a while, laughing at some of the things the girls were saying.  Finally, Stephanie made some smart-ass remark about Richie, and he asked her if she needed a spanking.

She told him to give it his best shot.

“Well hell,” he said out loud, though there was nobody there to hear him.  “If it’s good enough for Jon...”  He flexed his fingers and replied to Stephanie.

OK..... since that sounds like a dare....

I'll grab your hand as you walk past and pull you to me. You look in my eyes and aren't quite sure what you see there. I'll smile indulgently and give you a knowing look. Your pulse will race as you realize what I mean to do.

When I sit and pull you across my lap, you let out a startled 'oh!'. I'll raise your skirt, showing me the creamy globes of your ass. The first smack stings, but after that, well, you don't mind so much...

By the fifth slap, you're squirming, and I can't control the response my body has to your movements. I'm so hard I can barely breathe. My slaps are lighter now, mere caresses, but to your over-sensitized flesh, the touch is almost unbearable. I lean down to kiss the red marks my hand has left on your flesh, and you purr.

I pull you up to sit, and you straddle my thighs, grinding against me as our mouths fuse together......

I plunge my tongue into your hot mouth and take all you'll give me. I reach up to grab your hair with one hand and angle you so I can go as deep as I can. Your hands fumble at my belt and I let your mouth go to stand us up, undo my pants, and rip your panties from your body. I crush you to me again, and plunder your mouth as I test your wetness with first one, then two fingers. They slide easily, so I add a third, and your knees buckle. Smiling, I sit again, and this time when you straddle me, it's to take my length inside you.

I feel you closing over me. I'm amazed that you can be so soft and so hard at the same time. Your muscles clench around me, squeezing me and it's all I can do to not grab your hips and bounce you on my lap. You set the pace, rolling your hips slowly. I unbutton your blouse and slide it from your shoulders, pleased to find you aren't wearing a bra.

I tear my mouth from yours to kiss my way down your neck, and lower still, to latch onto one pebbled nipple, pulling it into my mouth like my favorite candy. I roll my tongue over it, then my teeth, pulling gently. When you moan, I suck deep, making you grab my shoulders. You're starting to thrash now, and it won't be long until I feel you rippling around me, cumming hard. I can hardly wait.

I feel my thighs start to tense, and that tightening in my balls tells me it won't be long now. I don't want to release until you do, so I carry us across the room to the bed. Laying you down on the edge of the bed, I gently untangle your legs from around my waist and rest your ankles on my shoulders. I grab your hands and hold on as I tease you now, stroking slowly out of you until I'm almost free of your tender, hot flesh, then slamming home, burying myself to the hilt in you.

Again and again I pound you, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together and the ragged breathing we share are the only noises in the room. I watch, fascinated, as your eyes start to roll back, and your head thrashes from side to side. You shake your hands free from mine, and fist them into the sheets, using your arms as leverage to raise your hips in time with the grueling rhythm I've set.

I still can't get deep enough. Can't feel like I totally possess you. Roughly grabbing your ankles, I push at your feet, bending your legs so your knees are up near your delectable ears, exposing you more to me. I watch as my flesh slides easily into and out of yours, and I notice your poor lonely clit all but begging for attention. Smiling, I angle my arm so both your feet are braced against it, and I have my other hand free.

I moisten one finger, dipping it into my mouth, then slowly circle the little bundle of nerves nestled in the dark curls in front of me. You hiss and try to arch from the bed, but it's impossible from the position I have you in.

You cry out my name, begging me to take you over the edge, and how can I refuse. The circling around your clit gets faster and harder, and your eyes are completely rolled back now, tears leaking from their corners as you let a groan escape from your chest, slinking out between your swollen lips. Then you go over. I can feel the rush of moisture as you cum, and I move faster and faster in you. Your walls are pulsing around me, milking me, and one hard contraction, hitting just as I bury myself to the root in you, sets me off. I drop my arms, so I can brace them beside your head, letting your knees drape over my forearms. I ride the waves with you until every slight motion is almost painful.

I gather you up in my arms, and climb onto the bed, keeping us intimately joined. I lay us down together, and we doze happily. Sated...

For now...

“Damn,” he said out loud again.  He was hanging out with ‘Hath’ too much. But still, it was fun, flirting with the girls this way.  And the best part was, Jen wouldn’t even get upset; she’d probably find this hysterical.    Hell, she’d probably act it out with him.

If she’d hurry the fuck up and get HOME already.

Maybe they’d skip the game, after all.