Chapter 141

Richie darted in the door and quickly locked it, a bucket of ice, the vodka bottle he'd raided Tico's room for in each hand and a couple of bottles of OJ stuffed in his coat pockets. Elena lay in the center of their bed a picnic all around her. Cheese, grapes and bread snagged from the tired kitchen help.


And best of all, she was lost in one of his shirts, the buttons left on the optional, unbuttoned phase he preferred. "Got your screwdriver here for you," he said and waggled his eyebrows and hips.


She glanced up and popped a grape into her mouth as her eyes strolled along his body. "Mmmmm so I see. Was it hard to find ?"


"Hopefully Tico was thinking whisky instead of vodka when he entertains later," he said and set up a quick bar and started mixing. Filling two highballs he'd filched from the Justin Case room he flung the jacket on a chair and sipped, handing a glass to Elena. "Ahhh."


Taking the offered glass she took a sip and blinked at the strength. "Ya don’t have to get me drunk stud, you can have me anyhows." She shook her head and started laughing as she leaned forward to place a grape in his mouth. "Unless ya wanna pretend we don’t know each other."


"Oooh, wanna play drunk co-ed?" His eyes drifted down to the nipple that flashed as she leaned into him. Nipping her finger as he crunched through the skin of the grape, he grinned. He rolled the cold grape around his tongue and ducked into the lapel of the shirt finding her nipple, sucking and grazing with the bit of fruit then swallowing.


The instinctive arch was followed by a quiet moan as her hand slid up along his chest, followed by an exaggerated hiccup, and a rather affected drunken drawl, "tell me all about it.... Stud....." She watched his playful nature rise as the shadows of tiredness melted away, if only just a little, with the knowledge of no bus, tour or extra people. Throwing in another hiccup she took a hefty sip of the drink.


Richie rolled her back. "It's my first time, you see." He sucked harder on her nipple, pushing the button down purple shirt off her shoulder. "And I'd love for it to be special. And I wouldn't be so nervous with a girl as pretty as you." He hammed up his voice, flashing a smile up at her.


Her brow flicked up as she bit back a smile. "First time hmmm?" One hand slid along his side to splay out on his lower back as she did a little arch and wiggle up against him.


Trying desperately not to laugh, he shook his head and took a drink. "You don't mind if I use a little liquid courage, do you? I want to be gentle," his eyes went hot as he skimmed his hands over her ribcage. "Gosh, you're so beautiful."


Her head tilted as she slid her hand over her open shirt, letting it gape apart a bit more, her other hand sliding up along his chest slowly as she delved straight into the little scenario he had started. "You're kinda cute, for a virgin."


Richie laughed nervously. "Tell me if it feels good, okay?" He kept his hand flat, instead of curved around her body like he usually did. He rubbed, instead of gentled the touch. "Like this?" he asked his eyes earnest.


She hiccuped into a whimper her eyes fluttering rapidly, "Oooh that just feels soooo good baby..." She lifted her leg, her toes trailing along the muscular length of his calf, "Just excellent really."


"Yeah?" his voice went high with excitement as he pushed his erection into her thigh. "God, you're so hot." His hand cupped her breast, squeezing wildly. "Your boobs are like, amazing," he said.


She bit back a laugh as he went full tilt into virgin-hood, a place he hadn't seen hide nor hair of in over twelve years. Placing her hand over his she slowed his exuberant massage into the barest of moves then groaned as she aided him in offering slight pinches. "Now see stud, sometimes a girl likes it rough, and sometimes she likes it gentle.. the catch is..." She fluttered her lashes slowly, "to alternate."


"Riiiight," he said and eased back. "So, slowly right?" When she nodded he cupped her, swiping his thumb under her nipple. Watching her face he forced himself not to do what he knew she liked. "On the nipple?" he asked not looking up, just staring like he was a kid again. In his head he kept hearing, 'boooobies!' and tried not to laugh.




Her hands slid along her belly and pulled the shirt open further, the earnest intense look on his face making her tummy shake as she held in her laugh. "Yessss, just like that, little rubs or pinches .. a girl likes it when ya touch her like that."


He tried to push the shirt off and instead of his usual soft, quick moves he caught her shoulders with the material and pinned her arms back. "OH, I'm sorry!" He leaned forward and brushed his hair over her breasts, letting the ends of his hair tease her even as he fumbled. "My bad."


She couldn’t stop the gasp as his hair brushed over sensitive skin, couldn't resist tasting the skin hovering just above her, her tongue flickered slowly over his chest as she murmured, "Quite alright there stud..."


Richie groaned louder than he usually would have, hamming it up as he jerked his cock against her. "God, you're so hot, I can't believe you'd let me touch you," he said in wonder. He leaned down and sucked the proud nipple that stood away from her, letting his tongue veer off horribly with just the slightest bit of technique. "Like that?" he asked and flicked the tip with a grin.


She faked a gasp before moving her hand to cup his chin, re-positioning his lips just the slightest bit, "Pretend pulling through a straw and suck gently." She writhed slightly against him his innocent teasing making her as crazy as his usual finesse, and when he bit down slightly she managed a breathy "You're getting there stud."


He curled his tongue around her nipple, easing back and letting his instincts guide him as he'd done as a teen. He drew on her gently, laving the flat of his tongue over the tip, then underneath where she was heavy and full. "Like that?" he asked proudly when her dark eyes went wide. Damn, even his dork self could get her.


She slid her tongue over suddenly dry lips and managed a nod. god if this was like how he was at fifteen no damn wonder he was so good now, even all innocent and bumbling he knew how to hit the right places. "Ahhuh, just like that."


He moved lower, his fingers tugging her thighs open none too gently as he tried to get himself between her thighs. "I don't know how much more I can wait," he panted at her ear. "I've never been this hot before. I feel like I'm gonna cum so bad," he said at her lips. His eyebrow quirked as the laughter nearly exploded from her. He bumped his cock against the hood of her, fumbling once, then twice, slowly rubbing a circle along her clit then back to banging against her thigh. "I bet you're so tight, my head's gonna explode," he said excitedly.


She closed her eyes and took a deep breath then shifted slightly, opening her legs a tad wider to allow him better access. "I promise it won’t explode.."


"Can I?" he asked gently. "I wanna feel you wrapped around me. I know it would be so much better than my hand," he said shyly. "Are you warm?" he asked and slid his hand between them. "Can I feel first?"


She managed a nod, her laughter fighting to break free. "Gently though ok?" Jesus just the random flashes of his cock head against her was driving her to the point of distraction, making her nearly forget the little game they were playing. As his fingers raked over the wetness flowing from her she trembled. "Easy Stud, sensitive area you're playing with."


His fingers eased against her, his knuckle grazing lightly. "It's so soft," he said with wonder. He didn't look at her, knowing he'd laugh his fool head off if he saw her face. He touched the widest part of her slit with the tip of his fore finger and pressed deeply, trying to remember what if felt like the first time he'd felt a woman. He turned and cupped her, holding himself deep inside of her. "Oh God," he said with an audible groan.


Oh god was right. She squeaked without meaning too as her hips flexed against his fingers. "You're starting to learn stud. Might have to keep you around.. but shhh it will be our little secret ok?"


He bobbed his head, lost in the sweetness that was his wife. Even now, playing the role, he felt his cock throb with the unwillingness to wait. "I hafta," he said breathlessly and took hold of his cock. He aimed for her, trying his best to steer, but look inept. All he really wanted to do was dive into her and thrust over and over again. Like a kid at his first time, the heat of her made his cock twitch.


She closed her eyes as her hand snaked lower to wrap around his hand and help guide him. "Easy does it stud, don’t want it over before it starts."


He eased inside of her slowly, letting his cock remember just what it was like back in that first time. The warmth and the loss of control. He shifted inside of her, bumping up against the hood of her and started banging away. When her laughter rang through the room he collapsed on top of her and finally let his laugh go. "Shit," he said with mock seriousness. "I'm doing my best here."


Her eyes sparkled as her hands roamed along his back. "And doing a fine job too." She concentrated and clenched against him, her hands slipping up to pull him into a easy kiss. "For a virgin you learn quick."


"You better believe it," he said and dropped the pretense. He rolled his hips. "I seem to remember," he said with a grunt. "That there was this little..." His hips twitched and seated fully inside of her as he pressed her into the mattress. "Ahh yes, I think I'm getting the hang of it now."


The laugh inside vanished as he filled her, his playfulness melding into a sudden heat that had her head spinning. "Damn you do learn quick."


His mouth dropped to hers and his tongue slid across the seam of her lips. "Let me in, little girl," he said darkly. And as the laughter slid away so did the awkwardness. Like a symphony that had been playing together for years, their bodies merged and became one.


She arched up and he slid in further. He lifted her leg, tucking his arm under her knee and lifting it so she was wide open to him. "Take all of me," he said darkly.


Her hands fisted into his hair, a gasped groan welcomed the slight darkness as she sighed out her plea. "All of you..." It was where she started, and where she ended, riding the wind of soul searing passion that made them who they were, defined only by their love.


He rolled, pushing her astride him. The shirt carelessly still around her wrists, flowing around his thighs as she arched up and let her head fall back. His hands traced her ribs then higher finding the tips of her. "Elena," he sighed as she clenched around him. "Elena," he said again as she slid forward taking all of him.


Dazed eyes glanced down at her name as she rose and lowered again, each time clenching just a little bit more against the fullness. A slow smile began to simmer in her eyes and she leaned forward, her breasts whispering over his chest as she whispered out his name.



He arched up to meet her, his thrusts deeper and his sighs stronger as she enveloped him. Her breasts teased his chest, the hard tips felt like silky knots as she rubbed and teased, clutched and undulated.


He sat up, tucking her knees tighter to his hips as he rocked with her. "God, yes," he said and caught her mouth in a soul ending kiss as he poured himself inside of her.


She clenched against the pulsing, a wild cry falling from her lips as she slowly leaned into the kiss, her hands clasping his shoulders as she held on. Her throat worked against the sighs to whisper his name as she held tight against the firestorm of love and happiness.


He rolled them into the center of the bed, his voice hoarse with the adolescent voice he'd been using and the ultimate ending to his boyhood quest. "So, I think I went from virgin to master like in ten minutes there. You are some lay," he said playfully. He laughed as her hand slapped his ass cheek. "What. It was a total complement."


She rubbed her nose against his neck and huffed out a laugh against his sensitive skin. "Yeah well I had a pretty damn good teacher ya know."


He curled her closer. "And I'm always looking for new techniques," he said with a leer. His head fell back as the laughter rumbled between them. "Man, I didn't know how hard it was to be a dork."


She pressed a kiss to his chin and couldn’t hold back the snort. "Why oh why do I think that you were never a dork.. ya sure weren't like the dorks I met."


He laughed and settled her against him. "Why the hell do you think I learned guitar, darlin'?" He leaned over for a drink of his lukewarm screwdriver and settled back. "Though, I can't imagine many dorks got their hands on your delectable self."


She winked up at his smile. "I can think of only one actually."


He pinched her ass. "Who you callin' dork there princess?"


She wiggled upwards and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then each eye and the tip of his nose before reaching his lips. "You, but you're my dork and I'm keeping ya."


"Hmm," he said and curled her into him. "I guess I can live with that."