Thursday, June 16, 2011

Chapter 17

Entering the house, Richie and Tori took their two sleeping children upstairs and put them in their beds. Returning downstairs, they found Ava and the guys munching down on food that Rosa had left for them. Richie poured Diet Coke’s for both of them while Tori made up plates and they sat together on the couch.
“Great job as always tonight Bela.” Tico toasted her with his glass. The others quickly followed suit.

“Thanks. That was fun. Well, except for Jon announcing my condition to the entire arena.” She slanted a look at him. “Since when do you give out personal information?

Jon just shrugged. “They were going to find out eventually. Now maybe we’ve headed off the speculation.”

“We can only hope.” Richie grimaced.

“I’m surprised you didn’t throw a fit about the delay.” Tori smirked at Jon.

Another shrug. “What would have been the point?  It’s happened to me too – not just before walking on stage, I’m not stupid enough to bounce a full baby that close to showtime, but it’s happened.” He shot a dark look at Richie, who just shrugged. “Plus you would have gotten pissed at me if I had.”

Leaning forward to set her empty plate on the table, Tori settled herself into the corner of the couch and stared at him. “Are you mellowing in your old-er age?”

“No, getting smarter. It’s not worth the crap I get from the other women in my life if I upset you.”

Richie chuckled as he set aside his own plate and shifted to sprawl on the couch, reclining against his wife. “And yet another reason why I was so smart marrying her. It gets you off my back!”

Tori grinned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, delicate fingers sliding inside his open button down shirt to stroke his skin and toy with his chest hair.

Ava yawned, stood and rolled her eyes. “You guys are nuts. I’m going to bed.”

“Night Bean.” Echoed around the room.

The rest of them sat around for another hour, rehashing the show and just chatting. Tico started dozing off and David kept shifting in his chair.

“What’s the matter with you Shirley?  You’re as restless a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” Tori asked.

“More like a dirty old man at a peep show.” Jon commented dryly.

“What? Why do you say that?”

“The way you’re playing with Chuck I keep expecting his leg to start twitching and to hear him howl like a dog in heat.” And memories of Karin doing similar things to him made him miss his wife even more.

Tori gave him a disgusted look. “You need to get laid.” She turned to Jon. “And you’re not supposed to notice stuff like that when it concerns your sister!”

“It’s not you, it’s Chuck.  I’ve seen that half-lidded, smug look on his face too many times not to know what it means.”

She shifted to try and see her husband’s face. He tilted his head back and winked at her.

“You like this?” She murmured in his ear, her fingers curling until her nails bit lightly into his skin. The glint in his hot, dark eyes gave her her answer. “Want to go upstairs”

Richie sat up so fast his head almost clipped her jaw. “Well, guys, it’s been fun, but Tori needs her rest. We’re going to bed. Last one up turn the lights off please.”

“Rest.” Sarcasm dripped from the word. “Try to keep the noise down, will you? I don’t need to hear my sister getting it on. And I’m just across the hall.” Jon grimaced.

“Better put in your earplugs then, because my man makes me lose all control.” Tori shot back.


Richie just grinned and escorted his wife from the room.

Upstairs,  Richie pushed the covers off the foot of the bed, stripped off his clothes and was lying on the mattress, waiting, by the time Tori came out of the bathroom. He frowned at her nightshirt as she climbed on the bed.

He plucked at the cotton. “How am I supposed to play if you keep my toys hidden?”

With a low chuckle, she lifted the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Lying on her back she crooked a brow at him and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long. As soon as she stopped moving, Richie rolled over her, settling his hips between her thighs. Large hands molded over her breasts, kneading and fondling, noting their slightly increased size and weight. “Hurt?”

“Mmmm. No. Feels good.”

Reassured, he settled in to play. Calloused finger tips caressed the creamy curves, lightly, reverently. When her nipples hardened and stood up for him, he rubbed the pink kernals, pinched them lightly and flicked them with his fingernails.

“Mmmmmm.” Tori closed her eyes and arched her back at the first touch of his mouth on her sensitive peaks. The feel of his tongue laving the throbbing tips was soothing and inciting at the same time.

Richie lifted his head slightly and blew across her flesh, watching her nipples tighten even more. He could feel the shiver run down her body. Grinning, he closed his lips around one nub. For long minutes he licked and nibbled, alternating back and forth from one breast to the other, even occasionally raking his teeth along the swollen lengths.


“Like that huh?”

“Stop teasing!”

“But you like it.”

“Richie!!” Threading her fingers through his hair – and making a mental note to give him another conditioning treatment – Tori clenched her hands and tugged his head closer.

His low chuckle vibrated along her torso, but he gave in to her wishes. Taking her into his mouth again, he suckled with such variations in pressure, such...finesse...that it pushed her over the edge.

“Oh...oh....oh my...GOD...RICHIE!” Her eyes flew open and she stared at him, her expression one of pure shock. She’d never climaxed from breast stimulation alone before. “Holy....shit!”

Richie grinned, pride oozing from every pore. He could feel the trembling of the body beneath him and the liquid warmth of her release. “Hmmmm....very sensitive I see – or maybe they just missed me as much as I missed them.” Tori chuckled breathlessly and swatted his shoulder.  “Let’s try that again.”

Tori moaned as his head dipped and he resumed his play. The tug of his lips on her still throbbing nipples sent electricity shooting through her body. Unable to help resist, her hips lifted towards him, stroking his erection along her moist cleft.

His dark gaze lifted to watch her face as he continued his ministrations to her breasts and rocked his hips in sync with hers, driving her higher and higher. Mesmerized by the pleasure infusing her expression, Richie fought to ignore the effect of her movements on his own body and control. Sweat covered his torso and dripped from his face by the time passion consumed her.                               


Unable to resist a moment longer, Richie shifted and entered her carefully, closing his eyes against the clenching of her sheath around him.

“Jesus!” Tori groaned and clutched his shoulders, not sure she could cope with his invasion when her body was racked with spasms.

Fully buried, Richie held still, his hot breath gusting over her ear. “You feel so fucking good! You’re so wet and tight! I could stay here for hours with your hot flesh twitching and pulsing around me, luring me deeper and squeezing me.” He paused to swallow heavily and lick his lips. “Even after all this time, making love with you never gets old and never gets boring. You’re so responsive and you fit me so perfectly.....I can’t get enough.” Rising up to brace himself on his elbows, he fixed his gaze on her face once again. His lips twitched as he slipped into one of their favourite roles. “Ah me beauty. I’ve missed ye.”

Lowering his head, he nuzzled behind her ear and slid his mouth down the line of her throat. “Me favourite piece of booty.” He started to move his hips, withdrawing and returning slowly.

Tori moaned softly and raked her nails lightly down his back. “Mmmmm. Plunder me, my Pirate King.”

“Will ye share yer treasure with me?”

“It’s buried pretty deep. Do you think you can reach it?”

“Are ye challenging me, Beauty?” Tori merely raised a brow. He thrust deeper. “There?”

She gasped, but shook her head. “Deeper.”

Chocolate eyes glinting, he reached for her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders and thrust again. “There?”

Blue eyes twinkled and challenged. “Deeper.”

Taking a deep breath, Richie gripped her hips, lifted them towards him and thrust yet again. Hard. “There?”

Tori couldn’t answer....except to cry out his name as she felt him reach her very core and her body convulsed in ecstasy.

Feeling her clench and melt around him, Richie grinned. “Found it.”

Unable to hold back any longer, he let go and pounded into her in search of his own slice of heaven.

“Je...sus!” Tori couldn’t speak. Her breath was pushed from her lungs with the force of his thrusts.

“Once more.” He panted in her ear. “Come on angel. Come with me.”  He moved faster and faster. “Give it to me!!”


With a flurry of thrusts, Richie joined her at the finish. “Fuck!”

Panting, shuddering, Tori waited to return to earth. Finally, she took a deep breath despite the weight of her husband and blew it out. “That damn pirate’s going to be the death of me yet!”


  1. Love the pirate!!! And please, give David a little bit of release or he's gonna have a blueballs' case!!!!