Challenge from another site: use the following words: rolodex - lock - plant - screwdriver - racecar – letter.
My bed is too big without you – part 1
My name is Stephanie Plum and I'm currently in hormonal overdrive due to being without a boyfriend for more than two months. It's inconveniencing me to no end. Not only isn't Joe warming my bed anymore, but that Ranger, whom I was counting on bringing some heat to my bed, doesn't seem to show any interest in fucking my brains out.
I lie there brooding on my bed and can't get the notion of hot, steamy sex out of my mind. My hands wander beneath my sleep shirt on their volition, caressing my skin absentmindedly, although I know it won't be the same as demanding, calloused fingers that know without a doubt what my body requires. Lazily, I tug on my nipples, a touch that slowly hardens the small buds to a point of no return. Letting one hand slide down my abdomen, my now, to some extent, enthusiastic fingers find the small patch of freshly shaved pubic hair, not more than a black line of short curls left that lead to Promised Land.
I'm not even wet for an assault on my own body, so I wet my fingers and push one into my pussy anyway. I feel my efforts are more an effort to keep me out of sheer boredom, not really evolving from the desire to masturbate. How pathetic is that? I still don't feel lust stir inside me, I keep trying. Still nothing. Then I hear a faint click. Past experience tells me someone is fumbling with the lock. The question is who?
My question answers itself as Ranger, one of the objects of my desires, darkens the entrance to my bedroom. His eyes anchor on my body, pinning down my hands on places he knows so well with their intense gaze. I blush somewhat, but I'm not ashamed. A girl has needs, right?
"Looks as if I came at an inconvenient time?" he asks, but the hunger I detect in his eyes makes his question redundant.
"Not at all," I reply and stay in the same position; only my hands have ceased playing. "Make yourself at home."
Not needing to be asked twice, he strips his clothes off with the speed of an Indy racecar driver. Carelessly piling them on the carpet, but places his assortment of various weapons on the bedside table within reach. He stands in all his God-like glory before me and I feel like weeping. He is so gorgeous! All those well-defined muscles covered with mocha-latte skin, the power he has over me emanating from his pores. Suddenly a rush of wetness meets the finger that is still embedded in my pussy and I pull it out and offer it to him.
He kneels next to me and accepts the offer. My finger disappeared in his mouth and I feel him sucking on it. A slight incline of his head thanks me for that unexpected treat.
"I'll be having more of that juice," he says while his eyes rake my body.
"I won't stop you," I reply and stretch seductively.
"You're a little overdressed, Babe." With that, he yanks off my boxers and a second later, my sleep shirt is gone, too. The help yourself dies on my lips, proven pointless.
Ranger admires my body before he lowers himself next to me. He wraps his arms around me and just holds me, saying nothing. No caresses, just silence. I begin to worry.
"Ranger, what's wrong?" My voice it not so confident anymore and self-doubt creeps in.
"What about Morelli?" he finally asks.
I breathe a huge sigh of relief. Almost smiling I tell him "Wrote a Dear John letter to him, removed his name from my rolodex, over and out. For good, we're still friends, though."
His face lights up with a full 200 watt smile which tells me he approves. My confidence returns and I shelf any worry I might still have for later. He's here, he's naked and he's all mine, at least for tonight. I cleared all thoughts from my mind and just enjoyed the moment. That long awaited moment starts as he plants a kiss on my mouth that curls my toes. I match his hunger, putting every ounce of love I have for him in that kiss. Our tongues duel for dominance and I gladly let him win. I know, in the end, we'll both be winners.
His hands take over what his eyes have begun. They are everywhere on my body, touching every contour of my skin, stroke every inch with loving and oh so gifted fingers. My hands are busy, too, I tangle one in his beautiful, silky hair, pull out the leather cord that is holding it captive. It tumbles free, slides over my breast in a soft caress. My other hand slides over smooth skin which is cool to the touch, yet I sense waves of sexual heat just beneath. I enjoy the journey along his body; love the beat of his heart. A smile of success spreads across my face as I detect an increase of his heart rate caused by my touch. My nipples grow as hard as diamonds as he nips alternately on the firm peaks. I ache to experience his fingers were I want them most and I whisper my deepest wishes into his ear.
I sense the answer to my plea he sends in form of a small bite on one nipple. It means patience is the virtue. A virtue I don't possess tonight. Finally, he takes pity on me. I cry out as he inserts a nimble finger, but my hopes raise up too soon, the finger doesn't move at all. I cry out again, this time in frustration.
"Shsh, Babe," he says and pulls my face gently to his. "No rush tonight, I want to savour you."
I whimper a bit more, and then I give up. He's in control I reminded myself as I close my eyes. I knew my reward for being patient would be the mother of all orgasms, divinely if I comply. Still… Oh my God! He hooks his finger a little and I'm in heaven. It's so much better than my own pathetic finger! For now I'm content and willing to play along. Suddenly, I realized that two playing this game would be twice as much fun! So many inches of yummy skin to discover! Particularly, a certain part of his anatomy. I quickly grasp him in my hand. We'll see how much control he has now! My hand encloses around him and gives the hardness in my hand a light squeeze before I begin moving my hand slowly up and down. My mind drifts across the sea of pleasure as I enjoy the multiple textures of what I am holding. It is hard as steel, but the skin feels like velvet under my touch. It seems to burn my fingers with its heat.
My actions elicit a groan from him along with a mumbled version of my name. "You don't like?" I ask innocently and keep stroking it.
"You're testing my control," comes his strangled reply.
"I want you to lose it," I admit while I reach for his balls.
I fondle each of them gently until my actions are cut short. Ranger unwraps my fingers from around his cock and flips my legs over his shoulders in one swift motion. I'm stunned, but I don't protest because I have a very good idea where this sudden change of position will lead. I don't have time anyway. Hardly a second later his tongue delves between my walls, rotates like a screwdriver and plunges deep inside me. Sensations of pleasure shoot through me as his tongue attacks my pussy, desire rolls through my body like a tidal wave. I suddenly explode as he introduces two fingers into my pussy and I scream his name. As my body still quivers, he adds a third finger, wonderfully prolonging my climax. I truly am in heaven now!
"Christ, Babe," Ranger expels. "You're just too irresistible."
"Mmmm." I require a few seconds to come down from my high, and then I smile contentedly.
"We're not done yet," he growls.
"God, I hope not! There's still the main course," I tease him.
"How about that?" He lets my legs slide down his shoulder, a move that transfers his cock to rest on my abdomen.
Not bad, I think, but not close enough. I shift my lower body until the tip poises at my entrance, and then wrap my legs around his hips. Strangely enough, Ranger doesn't lend a hand or any other body parts of his to help; he lets me do my thing.
I lift my hips and shift a little more, the tip slips in and I almost melt. I wound my legs tighter, gain a few inches and pull Ranger down. He comes willingly, the movement pushes him in to the hilt and I hold back a sob of sheer pleasure. It feels so right, him filling me completely and fully. I'm already out of my mind and he hasn't even moved yet.
"No tears necessary, Babe," his soft voice makes me promise.
"None," I comply without hesitation.
Tears were not an issue anymore as he plunges deeper into me; I would whimper as he withdraws and sing the hallelujah chorus as he thrusts back in, repeatedly over and over and I don't get tired of it. I'm on the verge of a second orgasm when a shadow falls across our joined bodies. I let out a screech of horror. Too late, I recognize Joe's shape in the semi-darkness and I can't give the all-clear to Ranger. With blinding speed, he has retrieved one of the guns, aiming it in Joe's direction.
Whatever Joe means to say dies on his tongue as he faces the barrel of gun leveled at his head. Tonight of all nights Joe decides to pay me a visit? What a freakin' coincidence.
"Morelli," Ranger says through clenched teeth, clearly not happy.
"Manoso," Joe states the obvious, though he has gathered his wits quite fast. "I want to speak to Steph."
"Not an option. We're in a deep conversation already," Ranger replies with a smug smile.
"I see." Joe hesitates, unsure whether to leave or to start a war. He knows he has no right to demand anything, but the need is there. "Mind if I join?"
Ranger only hesitates for half a second. "Get undressed or leave. You have 5 seconds." He has a wicked smile on his face. He knows who's gonna win in the end and I get a hunch that he has a cunning plan.
"What the hell?" I yell from below Ranger, "I don't get a say in the matter?"
Joe smiles apologetically while he removes his clothes in record time. "When a man has a gun pointed at your head, it's best to do what he says. Besides, I came hoping for another chance."
I want to utter a frustrated scream, but I get distracted at the sight of another very aroused man standing in front of me. I realize I'm in total agreement with the idea. My mouth forms into an evil smile to show my acceptance and I'm quickly surrounded by the two men I love. But I'm only in love with one of them.
Ranger's harder than before, undoubtedly caused by the competition at hand and I'm a happy sandwich. Our bodies touch from head to toe, my back is plastered against Joe's front; the proof that this uncommon situation is arousing him is firmly prodding my ass cheeks. I hope he remembers I do not like butt stuff.
"I know," he assures me, his voice a whisper caressing my neck. I relax and enjoy the open-mouthed kisses he places on my skin.
My front is occupied with Ranger, his face a lovely mask of excitement. He is back inside me about to come, I can feel the pressure build low in by belly. His eyes close in concentration as he delivers a staccato of firm thrusts, and then he pumps hot sperm deep into me. My body twists in two sets of arms as my climax hits; I feel my muscles contract around his cock, milking him dry of every drop he has to give. We both flow in heaven for several minutes until our still connected bodies cool down.
TBC in part 2