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Chapter 15
Ric carried me up some stairs, and the thought that I really should be paying attention to where we're going crossed my mind, but the truth is I could feel Ric's muscles flexing and bulging as he moved, and I wasn't in any state to be cataloguing where everything was. I was way too distracted. A moan escaped my mouth by accident and Ric swore under his breath and picked up speed until he was virtually running through the house. Mansion. Whatever.
He pressed his thumb into a metal thing near a door and it gave a beep and the door slid open. Ric carried me through the door and through what looked like his living room to another door. He pressed his thumb on another metal thingy and the other door beeped open.
Ric laid me down on his bed and then lowered his lips to mine. His hot tongue possessed my mouth like Ric possessed my heart – completely. The bed rivalled the one in his apartment in Haywood. I arched my back and he let out a low groan as I stroked him through his pants. My hands decided that stroking Rico through material wasn't good enough and they impatiently pulled down the waistband of his pants. Ric quickly removed his pants and tugged off his shirt. Then he turned to me. He made quick work of my clothes and then it was bare skin against bare skin all the way.
Rico leaned down and the kiss we shared can only be described as 'hot'. His tongue massaged mine and a helpless moan escaped from the depths of my throat. Thinking about the depths of my throat gave me ideas and I pushed Rico down to the bed. I moved down his body and then I took his rock hard dick in my hand. I moved my hand to the speed that I knew he liked and he gasped. I leaned forward and licked at the pre-cum collecting on his head. I swept my tongue across the little slit at the top and he groaned, 'Baby…'
'Shh, let me.' I sensed, rather than saw, his nod. I felt him fall back to the bed and I saw his hands grasp the bed sheets in desperation. I licked up and down his shaft and I gently massaged his balls with my left hand whilst my right continued to stroke the length of him. I took his head into my mouth and sucked gently. Rico moaned again, 'Please Baby.'
'Please what, Rico?'
He groaned, 'Please take my cock into your mouth and suck me, please, I need…' he broke off with a gasp as I obeyed him and took him into my mouth. I consciously made the effort to relax the muscles in my throat and I took him even deeper. He lifted his body off the bed, his hands still fisting in the sheets. I increased the suction on him and he let out a strangled moan. I tugged on his balls, and he came shouting my name.
He poured his juices into my mouth and I kept on sucking him, stroking him, milking him until he was empty. With a groan he collapsed back onto the bed. I moved my body back up and I laid my head on his chest, listening to the wild beat of his heart. Rico's arms wrapped around me and held me close as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
Eventually his hand rose to stroke my hair out of my face and his heartbeat slowed.
'Querida. That was…' Rico paused, searching for the right words, 'thank you.'
I smiled warmly at him, 'believe me, it was my pleasure!'
Ric laughed softly, 'I'm pretty damn sure it was mine.' Then his hand cupped my breast and his fingers began to pinch and roll my nipples. His other hand slipped lower, easing between my lower lips. His clever fingers caressed me, teasing my clit, and then they inched lower and plunged inside me. I gasped and arched my back, twisting my body so that I was lying on Rico, facing the ceiling. And as I did so I gasped aloud. His ceiling was mirror. Nothing but mirror. And I could see his hand on my breast and his fingers between my legs, I could see the way my body arched involuntarily and I could see Rico's dark eyes.
And it turned me on so much I felt another wave of wetness flood between my legs.
'You like that Baby? You like being able to watch what I'm doing to you?' I would have replied but his wet fingers were stroking my clit in firm circles and the muscles in my legs and stomach were starting to quiver as I began to fly higher and higher.
'Rico!' I screamed as I came. I collapsed back on top of him and watched as his hands stroked me, easing the shudders from my body. But just as I'd finally managed to calm down, his fingers brushed against my swollen clit sending bolts of pleasure to my core. My orgasm was smaller this time but it still left me gasping.
As I relaxed against Rico again I noticed that as relaxed as I was, Ric wasn't. 'Manoso men recover quickly, huh?'
Rico laughed, 'Yeah Baby, Manoso men have stamina.' And then he proceeded to prove to me how much stamina Manoso men have.
I was awoken the next morning by someone gently stroking my hair. 'Rico?' I asked sleepily.
'Hey Baby.'
'Hey.' I answered and stretched, and then I winced.
'Sore?'
'A little.' I admitted.
'Got just the thing.' Then Ric gently lifted me into his arms and carried me into the en suit bathroom. The shutters were drawn and Rico had lit candles around a huge tub. The tub was filled with water and bubbles.
'Dab your toe in.' I poked my toe into the water to check the temperature.
'Ok?' Rico asked. I nodded and he eased me into the tub.
'Mmm.' I let out a sigh of contentment.
'You mind if I join you?'
'I mind if you don't join me.' I said firmly.
Rico smiled at me and climbed in.
I spent a few minutes inspecting the bathroom from my vantage point. The bathroom was decorated in sparkling white with white tiles and a white floor. The white was broken by deep blue mats on the floor and the blue of the shutters. Several plants were dotted around and the whole look was sophisticated but relaxed. A massive shower was at the other end of the bathroom with several shower heads and a built in bench.
After soaking for ten minutes I was thinking, 'sore – never!' I was also thinking that Ric looked delicious. Ric cupped his hands in the water and then let the water dribble down his sculpted torso. He seemed to be doing it without realising it, but he definitely had my attention.
I couldn't stand it anymore, and when he let the water trickle down his body I leaned forward and licked it off. I let out a moan and his chocolate eyes melted.
'Sore?' he asked again.
'No.' I said firmly.
Cue the wolf grin. Hell yeah!
When we finally climbed out of the tub my toes and fingers had gone pruney – very sexy. We went into the bedroom and I pulled some slacks on from my duffel and a red v-neck. I pulled a curl of my hair in front of my eyes to see what it looked like and I shrieked. Ric just laughed, 'not that bad Babe.' I gave him a horrified look and resigned myself to just tying it back. I looked around for a mirror to check my appearance but I couldn't see one.
'Mirror?' I asked Ric.
His lips twitched and he didn't answer and then I blushed…oh yeah. I looked up and checked my appearance in the ceiling. I didn't look that bad. Good. Now I could explore the bat-bedroom. Hmm, maybe should stop saying 'bat' in front of everything.
The room was painted pale blue, but it wasn't cold at all, rather it was soothing. The carpet was the same deep blue as the mat in the bathroom and there were a few plants in here as well. But what captured my interest were the photos on the mahogany bedside table. The silver photo frame was one of those with spaces for two photos. The space on the left showed a beautiful young girl, with mocha skin with jet-black hair and her father's smile. Alysha. 'She's very beautiful.'
Ric came and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me, 'yeah, don't know how that happened.' I rolled my eyes at him and then turned my attention to the photo in the right space. It was me. I was dressed in a black slinky dress that did wonders for my breasts and I was laughing. I remember when that was taken, it was a month or so after the slayers mess.
'But you weren't here then!'
'I had Tank keep an eye on you. He took the picture for me, do you mind?'
'No! Of course not. But why is it by your bed?'
'Every man wants to wake up to those he loves.' I twisted in his arms and kissed him on the lips. He leaned down for a fuller kiss when my stomach growled. He grinned at me, 'feeding time.' I nodded and he led me out of his room.
His living room made mine look like a slum. It was bigger than the whole of my apartment. There was an area with a punch bad and mats, where he obviously worked out if he didn't feel like going to the gym. There was a corner with nothing but pillows and beanie bags and a bookcase full of books. I could just imagine lounging in that corner with a book – ok, ok a magagzine. Whatever.
Cream couches were arranged in front of an entertainment centre and there was beautiful kitchen/breakfast bar combo on the far side of the room. The living room was painted a pale yellow; it felt very warm and friendly. It was easy to imagine unwinding here after a long day.
'You like Baby?'
'Yeah.'
'Good.' Then Ric took my hand and we went in search of food. We went down to the bottom floor, peeking at each floor on the way down. His daughter's room was pale pink with lots of cuddly toys, the guest rooms were decorated with magnolia walls and pale carpets, all very tasteful. The formal dining room reminded me of a table at Harry Potter. The long mahogany table filled out the vast space and but the room didn't seem cold.
The kitchen itself was all black marble and sparkling surfaces. And yummy smells. The reason for the yummy smells soon became evident as I saw a bustling lady at the hob, cooking bacon and tomatoes and eggs. The lady smiled at me, she looked to be about 50. She was about 5 ft 5" and she was all round curves and vivacious smiles.
'Hello dear. I'm Mrs Terolla, you can call me Aunt May, dear. Everyone does. Well except my husband. He calls me Sweet Thing.' She confided, eyes twinkling. I liked her instantly. I smiled warmly at her.
'I'm Stephanie. It's nice to meet you.'
'I know who you are, dear. Ric talks non-stop about you. It's a pleasure to meet you finally.'
'Oh! Thank you.' Then, as an offside to Ric I murmured, 'Never thought I'd hear someone say 'Ric' and 'talks non-stop' in the same sentence.'
Ric laughed softly and kissed her on the forehead. 'Come on Babe, we gotta get good seats.' He tugged me towards some bar stools on the other side of Aunt May, we sat down on the seats nearest to Aunt May. And that's when I noticed the sheer quantity of food she was cooking. I was about to say something when Aunt May rang a huge bell. Mere seconds later the kitchen door sprang open and Tank, Bobby, Lester, Nick, Danny and two other men I didn't know invaded the kitchen. They all grabbed seats. Apparently those nearer to Aunt May got served first, so we were in prime position.
Ten minutes later and I was stuffed like a turkey a thanksgiving. Yum. My tummy was satisfied but my curiosity was making an appearance, 'How come you ate bacon?' I asked Ric.
'You finished eating?' He asked. I nodded and then he grinned at me, 'The bacon's fake.'
'What do you mean fake?'
'It's a meat substitute, it's actually really healthy.'
My mouth dropped open. 'But it tasted good!' The rest of the room burst into laughter.
'Thank you, dear.' Said Aunt May, sounding amused.
I glanced towards Aunt May and that's when I saw it. My jaw hit the deck. The clock read five thirty.
'It's 5:30! What the hell time did you wake me up at?!'
'4:30 Babe.'
'4:30! I should come after you with a carving knife for that! Aunt May, do you have a carving knife I could borrow?'
Aunt May smiled at me, 'I think there's one in the draw to your left, dear.' I hopped off the bar stool and reached for the draw. Ric caught my hand and spun me to face him.
'Don't you like the way I woke you up?'
'I loved the way you woke me up, it's the fricking time that I object to!'
Ric laughed softly and kissed me lightly on my hand, 'I love you Querida.'
I smiled, I couldn't help it; I'm such a dope. 'Oh, well I guess that's alright then.'
Ric's smile widened and he leaned forward and kissed me, tongue and all. I made a small noise of enjoyment and suddenly the boys were whooping and yelling, 'get a room.' I rolled my eyes at them and showed them some good ol' Italian hand gestures. Ric grinned and drew me into his arms. He held me whilst the boys all finished eating, then he asked, 'will you come to the office? I want to brief everyone on Pedral.' I nodded and we left the kitchen – after thanking Aunt May, of course – I am a burg girl, even if I'm a sucky one.
We went to the top floor on the central wing and sat down in what was obviously a conference room. By 6am everyone was there.
'Right.' Ric said, taking centre stage. 'This is what we know about Pedral…'
