Thursday, July 21, 2011

Chapter 22

“What do you want for your birthday?” Tori switched the phone to her other ear and rubbed her stomach, wondering if the little flutter she’d just felt was the baby or gas. “Is there anything in particular you need or want?” She had a few little things for the kids to give him, but she always gave him something special and personal and was looking for more ideas.

“How’s your morning sickness?”

“It seems to be gone. I’m still tired though. But what’s that got to do with your birthday present?”

“Well, if you’re feeling up to it, what I want more than anything is you, me, alone in a hotel suite with enough time for me to show you all the things I spent all those long, lonely nights in Europe dreaming about doing to you, over and over for as long as I can hold out.”

“So.....a couple hours then?”

“Oho! My angel’s being a smartass! Is that a challenge?”

“Think you’ll be ‘up’ for it? You’re not a teenager anymore.”

“Baby, you are sooo going to pay for that! I’m going to make you cum so hard and so many times you pass out. You’d better make sure you’ve got some recovery time set aside for afterwards....’cause you won’t be able to walk for awhile after I get done with you.”

His promise sent shivers down her spine. It had been a long time since they’d indulged in a marathon session that had left her in that condition. “Promises, promises.”

“Be prepared angel, you’re going to get as much as you can take.” And then some!

“Been shopping? What’d ya buy?” Jon gestured to the bag his brother-in-law was carrying.

Richie hesitated. “Just a few items for a little birthday don’t want to know.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Jon grimaced.

David’s ears perked up. “Yeah? Let me see.” Peering in the bag, he pointed to an item. “That works really well. She’ll love you forever.” He pointed to another. “I haven’t tried that one. Let me know how it goes.”

“I’ll see you guys in a couple days.”

“You’re not coming back to Jersey with us?” David tossed his bag into the trunk of the car. They had the next two days off before the next show and were close enough for a quick trip home.

“Nope, I’m heading down to Boston early.” Richie replied.

Jon frowned. “But your wife and kids are at my house.” He couldn’t believe Richie would choose to go in the opposite direction from his family.

“Actually, my wife is coming to meet me in Boston – to bring me my birthday present. You’re babysitting.”

“Great. You get quality time with your wife and I get no sleep thanks to your insomniac daughter.”

“Hopefully, I won’t get much sleep either. May be my last chance before she gets too big to play and loses interest. Besides, you’ll probably be up anyway. It’s in the genes.”

Tori’s imagination, fuelled by Richie’s promise of crippling pleasure had set up an aching in her core...and a few naughty thoughts of her own swirling through her head. She knew if she wanted to reduce the length of her torture she’d need to distract him early and get in a few good licks of her own – pun intended.  To that end she searched through her wardrobe...then went shopping.

“Mama where going?” Stevie asked as he watched his mother pack.

“I’m going to meet Daddy.”

“Me go?”

“No, you’re going to stay with Nana and Grandma Carol and Grandpa John and Aunt Dot. And Aunt Desiree’s going to take you to play with Rocco. Then Uncle Jon will bring you and Ava and Lauren to meet Daddy and I in Boston.”

“Oh. Me go simming?”

“Yes, my little tadpole, I’m sure Aunt Dot will take you in the pool.”

“What a tapole?”

“It’s a baby frog that lives in the water.”

“Oh.” He thought about that for a minute. “’Kay, me tapole. Ribbit!”

Tori laughed and hugged him.

Meet me for lunch in the hotel restaurant.

Richie read the text from his wife and grinned. And so it begins. Grabbing his room key he headed downstairs.

Tori watched her husband disappear into the restaurant then approached the concierge to arrange for her luggage to be taken up to their suite. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the restaurant.

Richie was sitting facing the door, and noticed her the minute she walked did every other man in the vicinity. He was torn between pride and possessiveness. She was a beautiful sight in a strapless sundress in his favourite colour – purple – with its flirty just above the knee hem and high heeled strappy sandals that made her legs look a mile long. The only disappointment was that her hair was swept up and held off her shoulders in a clip. Oh well, just means I’ll have the pleasure of taking it down later. She drew the appreciative eye of every man she passed as she walked towards him.

The caveman growled.

As she approached the table, he stood to greet her. “Hi angel.” He bent to kiss her – longer and with a few degrees more warmth than a casual greeting and held her chair while she sat.

“Hi babe.”

Long fingers caressed her bare shoulders as he bent to murmur in her ear. “You look fantastic.” And she smelled even better. The scent of pikake rising from her skin assured him that she was game for everything he had planned. He stepped back and resumed his own seat across the table. “So how was your flight?”

“It was fine. Yours?”

“Fine. Who’s looking after the kids? Ma, Carol or Dot?”

“They were still arguing about who was going to have that privilege when I left. Plus Desiree wants Peanut for the afternoon to play with Rocco. But she might be better to bring Rocco to Dot’s.”


“Our little tadpole won’t want to leave the pool, even to play with his cousin.”

Richie laughed and picked up his menu. “That boy sure does love the water.” Suddenly, he felt something brush along the inside of his thigh and press against his crotch. He looked down to see a slender foot, with neatly painted nails nestled between his thighs, toes flexing rhythmically. Raising his gaze to his wife, he lifted a brow at her, but she was engrossed in her menu – or at least pretending to be. But the curved corner of her mouth gave her away. Nice try sweetheart, but distracting me won’t change what I have planned for you. If she was going to act like nothing was going on, he could too. “How are you and Acorn doing today?”


Richie grinned and shrugged. “Don’t like that one? How about Pistachio? Cashew? Chickpea?  Just trying to stay with the theme.”

She had to laugh. “Only if he or she takes after’re nuts. To answer your question, we’re both fine. A little tired still, but no more nausea, thank God.”

“Any movement yet?”

“A few flutters, but nothing really substantial yet.” She smirked. “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed anything yet except hormone swings.”

He wisely didn’t touch that subject.

After they’d ordered and the food arrived he was afraid that while her nausea had gone, his was going to start. He sat and watched in fascination and horror as she squirted ketchup over her chicken Caesar salad. “Oh angel, how can you eat that?”

Tori shrugged, smirking as he shifted slightly in his chair. “Ask your Acorn.”

While they ate, they chatted about the kids, the tour, their extended family, even a few baby names. The whole time, Tori kept flexing her foot and rubbing against him. By the time they finished eating and prepared to leave the restaurant, Richie was glad he was wearing loose shorts. Even so he made sure to keep behind Tori as they walked out to hide the visible effects of her teasing.

Up in the room, Richie sat on the couch, reached for the remote and began surfing through channels. Tori was surprised, but joined him, sitting close beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. She was a little frustrated that her teasing in the restaurant hadn’t yielded a stronger reaction, but she refused to give up that easily.

Richie fought a smile, sensing her mood. He draped his arm around her shoulders, letting his fingers dangle to caress her upper arm for a few minutes, then shifted to her upper chest, grazing the top curves of her breasts.

Tori shivered at the feel of his calloused fingertips on her skin and her breasts swelled in reaction to his touch. Realizing she needed to act quickly if she wanted to remain in control of the situation, she slid her fingers under the leg of his shorts and lightly scraped her nails along his inner thigh.

When he still didn’t respond, she decided that subtle wasn’t going to get the job done. She shifted until she could reach his neck and earlobe with her lips, tongue and teeth, and rub her hand over his crotch. The periodic rubbing of his hand over her back was the only sign that he was aware of what she was doing – besides the growing bulge under her hand.

Leaning back, she narrowed her eyes at him, but his gaze never left the television. So that’s the way he wants to play it, is it? Fine.  She slid off the couch to kneel between his legs and reached for his belt.

Richie stretched his arms out across the back of the couch and tried to keep a straight face while she opened his shorts and released him. He intended to remain unresponsive to her teasing for as long as he could, but that time period shortened considerably with the first touch of her fingers on his swollen shaft. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his teeth, determined to let her have her way....for as long as his control held out.

Which turned out not to be as long as he had hoped – she knew his weaknesses. Tori brought all her knowledge into play. Her fingers ran in light, teasing strokes up and down his length, then circled the base and squeezed. Bending closer, Tori licked the large head, then blew on it, grinning when his hips lifted towards her.

For the next ten minutes, Tori, licked and sucked, stroked and squeezed, and generally tortured and pleasured him in every way she could think of. He groaned when the tip of her tongue flicked the super sensitive spot just under the ridge on the underside of his shaft over and over again, then her lips joined the game and sucked on it. His hands clenched against the need to grab her head, push his erection deep into her mouth and finish it. But since he would have his way later, it was only fair that she got hers now.

Finally, Tori decided that he’d had enough – his face was flushed and sweat sheened, his eyes hot and black – and moved to end his torture. Cupping his sac with one hand, the base of his shaft with the other, she opened her mouth wide and took him in. Her hand and head moved in sync and she sucked harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back any more and with a satisfied grunt, exploded, shooting hot jets into the back of her throat.

When he was empty, she rose to sit on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder and waited for him to recover. His arms came up to hold her, his hands stroking her leg and back, his heart pounding under her ear.

By the time Richie got his breath back and his heart rate returned to normal, he glanced down to find her asleep. He grinned. Just as well, she’s going to need her rest.

Rising with her in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom and set about preparing for the rest of his birthday celebration.  

No comments:

Post a Comment