A Magnificent Bastard Pt. 02

And somehow, incredibly, my once dormant cock started to harden once more.

"I like the pay off in the end." I said "I like getting what I want." I kissed her lightly on her neck.

Rachel turned her head, with a faint smile on her lips, and kissed me in return, kept kissing in between words, "I do like a man who knows what he wants. Especially when it's me."

She reached back and slipped her hand into my boxer shorts, feeling the length of my surging dick.

"I said what I meant earlier," she continued, "I like you as you are. I want you as you are."

"Oh, Rachel ..."

My fingers were running over the bare surface of her legs; pressing and kneading them, feeling them squirm, then sliding upwards into her robe and upwards into her fresh and willing cunt.

"Oh, I want you, Jake. I want to feel this hot cock filling me up. I want to hear you groaning and shuddering and the way you gasp as you try not to come too soon. I want the creamy hot mess that you leave in my pussy and the way I can feel your cock twitching inside me. I love knowing that I made you do that."

My cock was a raging monster after that little speech, and I shucked off the shorts that I was wearing then devoured her lips as I grabbed her leg and draped it over my hip. My other hand pulled her robe aside, and fondled her tits to feel her nipples, hardened and erect once more. Then I took my cock and entered her from behind.

We fucked on this old couch in her Rachel's snowbound Manhattan apartment. We went from me spooning her from behind to her lying flat on her back with one leg held high, while I got up above her and fucked her sideways. One hand draped her leg against my chest and shoulder, while the other fondled and played with her firm, beautiful breasts. Through it all she kept her eyes on me. Those vibrant, intense gems stared into my soul, keeping our connection in ways that went deeper than any sense of the flesh; and when I came I was still looking into those beautiful orbs.

We somehow had missed out on the big dance scene in the movie, but I don't think we minded or thought to rewind. Instead, we fell asleep on that couch of hers, her nestled in my body.

I got up first again, and pulled my clothes back on. I saw a new alert on my phone saying my flight back home had gotten rebooked for midday tomorrow. The storm was going to be ending later tonight. It was like a bonus day for us, stolen out of the folds of space and time.

Rachel stirred on the couch and stretched, gloriously naked in the midday light. She saw the update on my phone.

"So, tomorrow, hmm? I guess you were going to leave eventually."

"You make that sound so dramatic."

"Oh, believe me. I want to eventually be able to walk again. But, hey, speaking of which, that seemed to work towards fixing your problem."

"Yeah, that was a nice surprise. Good to know I'm not totally useless yet."

"Give yourself some credit, tiger. That was totally fucking hot. Maybe your thing is that you just need to stop worrying about the if's of sex and just let it happen."

"You may be on to something." I said as I got back into the couch "Or might be I like it when my partner tells me that they want me unequivocally, and I don't double guess myself."

"Consent is sexy," she said, "for both sides."

Rachel nestled into my arms and stared off into space before continuing, "I used to think that domination/submissive was just a sado-masochism thing. That whips and ball gags were all part of the deal. That's never been my jam so I never thought of myself as that. But maybe I just like being told what to do in bed, and maybe you just like doing the telling."

"But just in bed."

"Times New Roman in the streets, Wingdings in the sheets."

"I guess it's easy to confuse that with being a feminist and having to be well behaved all of the time."

"It's probably more like one confuses the idea of giving respect to a woman with just giving power to her. I like you because you respected me, Jake. You always have. You never treated me like another piece of tits and ass in the office. You didn't take our arrangement for granted, and just let it be only about the sex. I didn't know Elise, but I sympathize with her and can totally believe how a woman can become spiky based on all of the bullshit that we want. But that's not the way it is with us. I like fucking you because I totally trust you and can let myself just be with you.

"But, I did mean what I said earlier. You don't have to worry about me. You don't have to double guess yourself. I fucking want you. I will always want you."

After a speech like that, I gave Rachel a long, deep kiss, and afterwards, she got up and went out to the bathroom again, leaving her robe behind and letting me feast my eyes on that wonderful, firm ass of hers.

With those two movies and a nap, it was now well past lunch, and I started looking through a ZipFood app on my phone, scrolling through an endless sea of takeout places when Rachel returned wearing a t-shirt and a new pair of panties.

"Got an appetite again?"

"In more ways than one. Unfortunately, it looks like everyone else has the same idea. All of the delivery places are mobbed, and it looks like all of them have an hour-plus wait."

"Hey, let's put some clothes on and go outside. City's announced a driving ban so that plows can get through. How many chances do any of us ever get to walk around New York without cars. Come on, it'll be fun. I'm getting a bit cabin fever-y in here."

So, we threw some warm clothes on and went outside. It was like a transformed city, with people out in the middle of the streets, laughing and spinning around. The snow was still falling but lightly, and while my West Coast blood was not used to the cold, the air didn't hurt my face like earlier days had. I held Rachel's hand as we walked a couple blocks to a nearby bodega.

"Oooh," she said, "you know what's totally fun to do with two people? Pizza."

With that, we wound up picking up some store made pizza dough, a jar of tomato sauce and some cheese.

"What do you want for toppings?"

"I'll name three options, you pick you one, then do the same to me. Mushrooms, olives, or sausage"

"Obviously, you've done this before. I pick olives. Now pick Spinach, Green Peppers, or Slivered Almonds."

"Spinach, but what kind of barbarian puts slivered nuts on their pizza?"

"Don't knock it 'til you try it. I had it once in Copenhagen."

"So many unfortunate stories start that way..."

"Ass. I may have been drunk and a bit high at the time, true, but it's a texture thing. Anyway, we'll get Spinach now, but I'll convert you to the almonds on pizza gospel, just you see."

On our way back, crossing Morris Avenue and getting back to her building, I let Rachel walk up to her door to unlock it, but the stoop was slippery and she nearly fell, but I quickly grabbed her arm and held her steady as her other arm grabbed the alcove wall.

"My hero," she said.

She unlocked the door with one, then a wicked grin spread across her face, and her hand on the wall flashed with a fistful of snow that she shoved down the back of my jacket.

"My sucker, too!" and she took off cackling up into the apartment building.

I chased her up her apartment steps, listening to her laughter echoing through the stairwell.

"Got you!"

I caught up with Rachel as she fumbled her key into the lock of her unit, dropping the bag of groceries in the corridor, as I wrapped both hands around her from behind and pressed her up against her door. She was still giggling, as my hands started to pull up her layers of clothes, and once she realized what I was doing, her laughter went up in pitch into a hysterical shriek.

"Oh, damnit, NO! Your hands are cold. They're freezing."

"All the more for me to rub them all over you and warm them up. You made them cold after all."

"Ah! ha-ha-ha! Oh, god, fuck, Jake. That's cold. That's so mean."

"Turnabout is fairplay."

"Oh, I yield."

She had not bothered to put on a bra when we went out, so it was easy for me to slide my cold fingers up to her breasts, cupping their natural shape, then revel in how her nipples had hardened like plump, pulsing tips of pleasure. I rolled them in my fingers, as Rachel turned her head and kissed me lustily before opening her door and letting us back into the apartment.

Once inside, I kicked the door close behind us, as my fingers kept working on Rachel and my body pushed her up against the wall of the entrance corridor. One hand was still fondling her breasts while the other went down her stomach to the waist of her jeans. She mewled with anticipation as I undid the button and pulled at her zipper. The jeans were snug and tight against her beautiful ass and womanly hips, but she obliged me by wiggling her hips back and forth as I pulled the rest of the pants down to her ankles. With one hand still on her back, holding her facing away me, I let my fingers glide smoothly over the soft expanse of her calves and thighs, swirling in long ovals to the edge of her panties, feeling them spreading as Rachel prepared for what was to come. Then with the scent of arousal rising fragrantly from between her legs, I pulled the fabric aside, and plunged two fingers into Rachel's tender depths.

She gasped as my fingers explored her again, pressing and delving with my now familiar knowledge all of the secret places that would set her off.

"Fuck, Jake. You are fucking insatiable."

"I prefer relentless."

"Oh, god."

She quivered a bit at that, and kept moaning as I let my fingers rotate and stroke more deeply within her. I got to my feet and kissed the side of her neck and back of her jaw. My fingers on my right hand kept working her inner depths, as my left started pulling at her jacket. Rachel obliged me by leaning one arm on the wall, and started taking off the rest of her tops off with the other. Jacket followed by sweater, and then once her t-shirt came off, I savored the sight of Rachel's aerobic back and finely sculpted shoulders. With one hand, I pulled her dark hair aside as I kissed her neck and jaw. Then I turned my other hand as it probe further inside her, adding a third finger into her liquid pussy, while my thumb was now primed to massage the edge of her rosebud.

"you're fucking delicious, Rachel. Do you know that?" My free hand moved from her jaw to cup her breast again. "Do you know what a tasty and delectable body you have? How just fucking fun it is to do this to you?"

"Oh, yes, Jake. Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to take me pressed up against this wall? Just bury your cock in me?"

"No, not this time. This time it's just about me having my way with this body of yours, seeing how long you can take it."

Her cry was an exquisite mix of alarm and surrender. I could feel her leaning her weight into my arms as her legs went weak. I kept delving into her, but we slowly sank down the walls as her legs gave out. Soon we were just in a puddle of clothes, and I lowered my head so that I can start teasing her clitoris with my tongue, while I took out my damp, pussy soaked fingers and started playing with her ass. She tasted hot and earthy and luscious, and while her ass pulled away at first, it eventually relaxed and let me put my smallest pinkie inside of her, yielding slowly to my penetration.

"Oh, God, Jake. I've never really done this before."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, God. Please. It's just new."

"Be brave, but tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop."

"It doesn't hurt. It's just ... wow."

I worked my way up from pinkie to ring to middle. When my thumb went inside her though, that's when things really started to get set off. Rachel's hands clamped around my head pushing me even deeper into her and her legs thrashed upwards as if she was trying to crunch herself into a ball with her convulsions. She'd catch her breath and relax, and I'd push even deeper into her again, or let my tongue and lips brush against her engorged clit and she'd explode once more. Explode, subside, catch her breath, explode again, subside, catch her breath, explode again. Whimper.

Finally after what seemed to be an endless cycle of this, I felt Rachel tap me weakly on the head and say, "no more."

"No more, please, Jake. It's all good, but ... but I need some fucking water before you completely drain me dry."

"No worries, darling. I think my jaw was starting to get a cramp anyway."

"Jesus fuck. Help me up."

We straightened ourselves out, pulled some of our clothes back on, and then Rachel weakly leaned into me and kissed me. Long, tenderly, and deep.

"You really like me, don't you?"

"That is one way to describe it."

"I think we left the groceries outside."

"I think you're right."

"Division of labor," she said as she walked into the kitchen while I grabbed the grocery bags that I left out in the hall. She was just dressed in her t-shirt and panties. Her jeans still lay in a pile in the corridor. "You're obviously good with your hands so you can shape the dough. I'll fire up the oven and chop vegetables and grate cheese for the toppings."

She queued up a playlist of moody rock as we washed our hands, poured ourselves some fresh glasses of water, and set to work in a companiable, satiated silence. My hands flattened the ball of storemade dough and stretched it into something thin, flat and round, while Rachel worked the cutting board like a pro. From time to time I could see her looking up and watching my hands and fingers work. She'd catch me watching her, watching me and we'd both just smile and smirk. I dipped two of my fingers into the bowl of olive oil that she kept next to the toppings, and massaged some of that oil into the dough. Then, when I was done, I placed the dough on the baking sheet, and let Rachel dress it with tomato sauce, cheese and vegetables. Then she slid it into the oven, finished her water, and then leaned back into me as I stood against the counter. I wrapped my arms around her waist and heard her sigh. She took one of my hands, saw that it was still glistening with olive oil, and let one of my fingers slip into her mouth so that she could run her tongue all over it, circling around the tip of my finger and playing with it.

"Careful," I said, "you might give me the impression that you weren't sufficiently worn out from last time."

"Oh, I certainly hope we aren't finished yet," she said as Rachel took my finger out of her mouth, "I've only got you for a few more hours and I intend to make the most of it. But, yeah, my body needs a bit of a break before the final stretch. Don't worry. There's more to come."

She sighed contentedly in my arms as she relaxed into me. The minutes ticked by in just warm, savored silence. Midday slipped late afternoon. Then the timer for the pizza went off and Rachel leaned out of my arms to grab the potholders. We pulled the pizza out of the oven, sliced it and then devoured it sitting at her kitchen table; like the smell of tomato and cheese made us realize how little we had eaten that day and how much of an appetite we had. In the midst of that feasting Rachel pulled out a bottle of red and we toasted: to two friends lifting each other's spirits. As we regarded each other over our wine glasses, I sighed and said, "I wish I could stay."

"It's crazy." she said, looking back into my eyes, "Five years ago, a night like this was just a one night stand. That's what we told ourselves."

"It was true then. It was just one night."

"But this feels different, right?"

"Like the circumstances are all the same. One of us is just in town for a short while. Flying out in the morning. No reason to want more. But ... yeah ..."

"Just a few secrets shared in just the right way. And suddenly, I just want to keep sharing more of myself with you. I don't want this to stop."

Rachel reached out and took my hand, and I folded her fingers in mine.

"But maybe," I said, "the fact that it's only for a short time makes us more willing to be intimate with each other. The stakes are lower. It's easier for us to be our best selves. We won't have time to find out about all of the terrible parts."

"You probably fart in bed don't you? I've had other relationships start under less awesome circumstances."

"Is that what we're talking about now? A relationship?"

"I ... I don't know. I mean is there another word for this? Friends with benefits sounds like something you do when you're in your 20's."

"You know, technically, you're still in your 20s. But I get what you mean. There's something superficial and temporary about friends with benefits. This feels different. We've been friends for years"

"But, really, what kind of friends have we been? Liking each other's stuff on Facebook? Commenting on vacation photos and the occasional political rant? What kind of friendship is that?"

"It's the kind of friendship where you give enough of a fuck to pay attention. I don't like pulling the age and experience card..."

"... but you're going to do it anyway ..."

"but, yeah, I mean, over time you realize that not everyone gives a fuck. People get wrapped up in their own lives and they fade away. Even on social media, it's just easy to just keep scrolling and not stop. Something like this matters."

"God, you're intense. Don't get me wrong. That's good. This is good."

"So what do you want to do?"

I felt her grip squeeze a little harder and then relax. Rachel's eyes met mine. I realized that I could keep looking into those eyes for years.

"I like that you asked 'what do you want to do?' and didn't just start making a plan. I'm sure you have ideas about what you want us to do. But I like that you asked me for my opinion first ... I think ... God, this feels heavy ... I think we should wait. I think we need to talk about this again when our brains aren't drunk on sex. I need to think about you as you, me, and us; and not just you as someone that I hook up with when I'm single and lonely."

"You know, we might be overthinking this. It's not like I'm asking us to move in together and start picking out names for our kids and our dogs."

"I fucking hope not. I'm scared of dogs. I also just got out of a pretty fucked up engagement."

"Yeah, exactly. I'm just saying, let's not make this the end of it. I want to see you again. I want to see what happens to us. My job doesn't care where I'm working from. I can come back in a couple of weeks. We can hang out again. It can just be us hooking up until we find someone else, or we can make up our minds that we're the someone else. Let's just figure that out one week at a time."

"I think I can drink to that. To being ... lovers?"

"To being lovers. It sounds so sophisticated.

We toasted again, and I kept looking at her as another smile broke across my face.

"We should've gotten something for dessert."

"Oh, I was just wondering how many licks it would take me to get the center of your lollipop."

"You mean the one with the cream filling?"

Rachel put her hand on my thigh, squeezed it and then climbed onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her beautiful eyes gazed into mine. Then she tilted her head and kissed me as my hands held her waist, and roamed up her back and shoulders, massaging as I went along. We kept kissing, nipping sweetly at each other lips. I felt her break out into a smile and giggle as we kept at this. Then her lips went to my jaw, my neck, and my collarbone. I could her moving downwards, off my lap and instinctively, I spread my legs to make room for her as her fingers went to the button of my jeans.

My cock had hardened once more in anticipation and I could see Rachel smile as its tumescence emerged from my fly. She gripped it gently at first, then licked a trail of smooth saliva around its shaft before squeezing a little firmly. Then she proceeded to stroke me, feeling me stiffen and harden even more. Rachel looked at me again, winked, and then she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock with gusto. It felt amazing with teasing tongues and firm lips taking me into delirious heights of pleasure. When I felt like I couldn't take much more, she backed off, then stood up and pulled her panties aside, revealing her bare, flushed, and primed pussy to my lusty gaze.