Missing Candy
Part 4A
AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Extremely Nc-17. Blame it on the smut books I read!
Hand-in hand, Joyce ran with Ripper towards the entrance of the gallery. “This way.”
“Sweet, how do you suppose we get into your place if we don’t have the key,” Ripper panted as they stopped in front of it. He looked at the glass door speculatively. “Want me to break in-“
Digging into her pockets, Joyce tried to scowl at him, a hard thing to do when she was breathless from running. “Don’t you-Don’t you even think about breaking my windows, Ripper Giles. I know I have-I have the keys here somewhere.”
“Want me to pick the lock, sweet?” Ripper offered as he tried to catch his breath. He watched Joyce search her pockets. His jeans started to tighten as he watched her pat down her pockets. “Want me to help you search your pockets, sweet?”
“You know how to pick locks?” Joyce asked surprised, then she felt something move in the side pocket of her coatdress. She reached in and pulled out a tissue. “Drat. Now where are those keys?”
“You gave all your keys to Buffy when you gave her the car, remember, love,” Ripper gasped out helpfully. He looked down the section where the streets crossed, it was empty, but he could see the headlights of a car coming in from a side street, then frowned when he heard a faint siren. “And I think someone’s coming.”
He turned to say something when his mouth dried up and his cock started to swell even more. Joyce was now patting down the top of her dress. “I could check those pockets for you-“
“Aha! I knew I made some extras this morning,” Joyce said as she triumphantly pulled out a small package from the chest pocket in her coatdress. She ripped open the package, upended it and inserted the key in. “Almost there-“
“Better hurry, sweet,” urged Ripper as he watched the approaching headlights like a hawk. He squinted as the front of the car came in focus, then bit out a curse as the car came forward to show the emblem of the Sunnydale police. And then turned right towards them. “Bugger it, they’re coming this way-“
“Got it!” Joyce crowed as she shoved open the door and raced into it, slamming it shut after Ripper raced in. As she struggled to lock the door from the inside, she shrugged off her new coat and top dress and shoved it at him. ”Cover yourself with this and go in more, towards the back of the gallery and try to keep away from the skylight. And watch out for the crates. That shirt of yours sticks out like a sore thumb.”
Scanning the gallery, Ripper saw the roof skylight let in much of the new moon’s light and cursed. The gallery didn’t look fully lighted, but it let in enough light so that any passerby could peer into the store at night and peek at the intriguing displays that Joyce made.
Ripper flung the clothing over his shoulders like a cape as he spied a small niche and started to head towards it, avoiding the square panes of light that the skylight allowed in and the crates scattered about the gallery. The scent of lavender perfume assaulted his nose and his jeans tightened even more as he wove his way around the wooden crates that came up to his chest. His hand reached down and he adjusted himself as he ducked into the niche. “Bloody Hell, not now, you stupid cock. It isn’t the time.”
Locking the door, Joyce turned to peer through the darkness and the shadows, she started to weave her way around the crates. Her knee hit something hard. “Ow. Ripper, where are you?”
“Here, in the niche that has the huge mirror,” came out Ripper’s muffled voice. Joyce headed towards him and she giggled softly as she made out his huddled figure. She knelt near him and giggled softly again. “What’s so funny?”
“You are,” Joyce giggled again as she pulled her clothing off the top of his head. “You can come out now, we’re covered. Between this niche and the crates, I don’t think they can see us. But we’d better block ourselves a little bit more with the crates. Just to be sure.”
His hair wildly tousled, Ripper grinned as he crawled over to her. He moved over to a crate and knocked on the wood, hearing a hollow sound. “Good idea. Anything in these things?”
“I think they’re all empty,” Joyce said as she crawled over to a crate. “Damn, it’s dark. I knew I should have put some lights around the skylight. That moon’s not giving enough light. I can barely see you.”
Ripper’s jeans tightened even more as he watched as her bottom wiggled in front of his face, her skirt swishing flirtatiously around the tops of her thighs. Vaguely, he recalled her saying that some old man liked to try and look up her skirts. Now he knew why. He was practically salivating at the thought of him under her skirts and having his way with her.
Joyce started to pull a crate slowly towards her, covering their entrance. She looked at her small feat with a measure of satisfaction, the entrance was now fully covered. “There! That should-oh! Ripper!”
“Yeah, it should,” Ripper said as he pulled Joyce on to his lap, her bottom landing right on top of his swelled cock. He groaned as he thrust into her soft bottom while his hands dove under her sweater and squeezed her bare breasts. Burying his face into her hair, he smelled her lavender perfume and chocolate as he growled, “No one can see us now.”
Arching into his hands, Joyce moaned as her head leaned back and rested on his shoulders. Heat shot down to her belly as his wonderful hands pinched her tight nipples. “No one…my god, Ripper-“
“What? No one what?” he growled as one hand pinched a nipple while the other went under her skirt, and dove under her knickers. He growled again when his fingers became damp. “Ripper what?”
“No one’s ever done this to me like you,” Joyce moaned as his fingers delved between her legs, and easily found her G-spot. Or what had to be her G-spot. Because every time he touched her there, she went wild. A hot pleasure shot through her. Definitely her elusive G-spot. “Oh god! Do that again!”
Digging her nails into his thighs, she clenched her inner muscles around his fingers, but he teased her by slipping his fingers out of her moist center. “Ripper!”
“Do what again, sweet?” Ripper growled as he rolled a hard nipple between his fingers, leaving his other hand to stroke the soft hair around her folds. Then he slipped a finger in between her folds and teased her hard little nubbin. “More of this?”
“More," Joyce panted as she arched into his hands. Her teeth gnashed the air as she felt him bite the side of her neck, then soothe it with his tongue. With a half-growl, she grabbed the fingers that were teasing her, and thrust them more into her, her eyes crossing at the feel of him inside her. She felt him move, and she cried out with pleasure. His fingers unerringly found her G-spot, then slip out of her again. “Ripper!”
She barely heard him chuckle as she grabbed his hand and grounded herself into him. Joyce moaned out his name as the pad of his thumb rubbed against her nubbin. Suddenly, his hand and fingers took a life of their own, moving in and out of her faster, harder. Ripper was saying something in her ear, but she couldn’t hear him over her own cries. The feeling of him inside her was just too much. And then a burst of light exploded behind her eyelids. “Oh, god, Ripper!”
Ripper grinned as she gasped for air, repeating his name, lying bonelessly against him. This was far out! Just the slightest touch from him, and his kitten was ready to go off like a rocket! Come to think of it, so was he…
Her eyes opened when she felt him move his hands and moved her off his lap, and turned her to face him. “Ri-Ripper?”
“Shh, sweet,” Ripper soothed with a kiss. He smiled at her confused look and kissed her lingeringly. When he lifted his head, he knew that her eyes were dazed. “You’re wearing too many clothes, love.”
“Oh,” Joyce said, feeling her face heat up. She smiled shyly at him in the dark. “Help me out?”
“With pleasure,” Ripper chuckled as he kissed her nose, then her mouth. Slowly, he lifted the hem of her thin sweater over her head, then started to pull it off. As the sweater revealed her breasts, Ripper remembered how she was in his flat. That she just exploded when he simply by sucking on them. Wondering if he could do it again, he caught a tight little berry in his mouth.
Pulling her to sit astride on to his lap, he heard her loud, ragged moan as he started nipping and sucking at it. His fingers crept up to play with her other tight nipple, and he heard her high pitched mewls. Then his fingers and mouth switched breasts, and felt her start to tremble. He growled as she started to arch into his mouth with a cry. Ripper growled as he caught her before she fell backwards. She automatically wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He looked at her face, it was contorted with desire, and her soft brown eyes were wild with mindless pleasure.
“Ripper,” Joyce moaned as she rose to her knees, rubbing her juncture against his denim clad hardness. She lifted her breasts towards his mouth and begged. “Please…oh, please!”
Grabbing her soft bottom, he yanked her towards him, his mouth nibbling around her tight nipple. He heard Joyce cry out and pulled his head, urging him to take more of her into his mouth. He sucked more of her into his mouth, making her keen with pleasure. Then he bit the tight berry one more time, and she screamed out his name. He kissed the gentle swell of her breasts as she gasped for air. When she calmed down a bit, Ripper grinned at her. “Ready to take the rest off?”
Joyce blinked at him, then threw herself at him, her mouth capturing and plundering his, her hands frantically running all over his body. He gave a half growl, half laugh when she started to pull at his T-shirt. “You want this off?”
“You’re wearing too many clothes, too. If I’m going to be naked, so are you,” Joyce growled as her hands ran up his chest, her fingers gently tugging the hair on his chest. Laughing softly, Ripper lifted his arms to help her take his shirt off. She pushed him into the crates and started to pull off his work boots. “Think we’ll have time to take off everything?”
“Including your boots?” Ripper teased as he grabbed her for a devouring kiss. Then he broke it off, and laid her on top of his T-shirt, her sweater, dress and the newly acquired coat. On his knees between her legs, he reached for the zipper of a boot, pulled it down and off her, then started working on the other boot. “I suppose we can do that this time, kitten.”
Throwing the other boot behind him, Ripper leaned over to kiss her as his hands went under her skirt and flicked it up. He took a deep breath, his sensitive nose smelling her arousal. He let out a growl as he tugged on her knickers. “Lift up, love. As pretty as it is, this little scrap will only annoy us.”
As Joyce lifted up her hips she realized a few things. “Ripper, you forgot to take off my skirt and stockings. And you’re still in your clothes! How are-mmmppphh!”
“Hush, kitten. We’re not in a hurry,” Ripper murmured after he broke off the kiss, and stoked the soft skin of her thighs. “And I like you in your stockings, sweet.”
As his hand traveled up her thigh, Joyce whimpered, and Ripper grinned wickedly at her, knowing there was a dazed look on her face even though it was too dark to see it clearly. He peered at her through the darkness, there was only enough light from the skylight for him to make out her shadow, and almost nothing else.
“But why aren’t you taking off my skirt?” Joyce gasped, then moaned when she felt his hand hover her womanhood. She placed her hands on top of his, making him touch her. She sighed with pleasure of just having him touch her there. “Ripper?”
“Because I like this little skirt of yours, sweet,” Ripper growled as he flicked at the short skirt, sending a burst of air over her heated skin. “I really, really do.”
He moved towards what looked like her head, then gave her a playful kiss as he settled on top of her. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Joyce gasped as his chest hair tickled her sensitive breasts, then squealed when she felt him move lower and nipped at a pebbled nipple. “And I have an urge, love.”
“Urge to do what?” Joyce gasped as he nipped her stomach. She lifted her head when she felt him slide down her body even more. Where was he going? “Ripper, what are you doing? Where are you-”
His hands sliding under her skirt and flipping it up, Ripper grinned wickedly at her. “I’m going play under your skirt.”
“Ripper, you can’t-OH GOD!” Joyce’s eyes widened as he jerked up her hips, throwing one leg over his shoulder. She keened as his teeth latched on her sensitive nubbin, shooting hot pleasure through her. Her fingers dug into his hair. “RIPPER! OH GOD! RIPPER!”
A loud rattle broke through her haze. Her eyes shooting open at the sound, Joyce clutched at his head as Ripper stopped his intimate kiss and lifted his head. Hoarsely, she whispered, “Oh God! What was that?”
Not wanting to move, Ripper tried to see who was shaking the door through the cracks between the crates. A sliver of light fell through and Ripper cursed. “Bloody hell, it’s a couple of coppers.”
Shock ran through Joyce, then she started to struggle to sit up. “Oh, no! Ripper-let me up!”
“No,” Ripper growled as he gripped her hips tighter and dove under her skirt again. He ignored her frantically slapping hands as his mouth attacked that little bit of her flesh that made her go wild.
Grasping his head, Joyce let out a loud gasp when she felt him suck and nip at her clitoris. A scream of pleasure was caught in the back of her throat as his fingers entered her and rubbed that spot he had no trouble finding. “Rip-Oh! You-AH-ave to-OO-le-EHT me-EE-OH GOD!”
“Shh, love! They might hear you!” Ripper chuckled as he lifted his head, his warm breath teasing her damp curls. He grinned as he inhaled the musky scent of her. He continued to torture her with his fingers as he teased her. “And if they come in now, I’ll have to hurt them!”
“Ripper! You stop-OH!” Joyce bit down on a loud gasp as his head went down again, and she felt his tongue replace his tormenting fingers, then mouth nip at her soft skin.
Stars and lightning started shooting into the gallery and through her as Ripper tormented her with his mouth. Grabbing something, anything, she stuffed her mouth with some cloth as the gallery started bursting into a white, hot light.
Ripper nuzzled the soft hairs covering her little bud. His tongue lapped the musky moisture while his hands grabbed her hips, imprisoning her. Reveling at the wild, muffled sounds she was making, he lifted her hips higher as his tongue darted in and out of her entrance, one hand tweaking the hard little bud. Loving the muffled wild noises she was making, he nipped her bud and heard her muffled shriek.
Breathing heavily, Joyce forced open her eyes and tried to think, but it was so hard. She felt a low moan at the back of her throat grow louder as Ripper’s mouth was driving her crazy. She never knew that she could feel this way! Now she knew why the mags and romance novels always mentioned it. It was more than wonderful; it was…[Oh God! His mouth!]
Ripper continued his exquisite torture, nibbling at her soft folds as his fingers went in and out of her, caressing her clinging inner muscles. He hummed with pleasure, and heard Joyce’s low moan. Then he gently bit at her little bud again, feeling her fingers dig into his head, then sucked at it as hard as he could. He heard her give another loud muffled shriek as her body started to convulse and he eagerly lapped at her juices.
Her limbs heavy and still assaulted with a mass of sensations, particularly the feeling of Ripper’s rough tongue, Joyce opened her dazed eyes and saw the dark reflection of her and Ripper in the mirror, their bodies somehow highlighted by the moonlight. [How odd that I can see us in the mirror] she thought.
A white cloth covered her mouth as her hair formed a white halo around her head, her arms laid loosely by her sides as her hands held Ripper’s head while his mouth teased her swollen folds. Her skirt was fanned just under her breasts and looked like a dark halo around Ripper’s head.
She gasped when she felt him take her nubbin into his mouth again and bite her softly, then he laved the small bit of flesh with his tongue as if to soothe the small pain. A strangled sound escaped from her throat as she felt herself get wetter, and he sucked at her nubbin harder. She mewled out her pleasure, and felt Ripper bring his mouth impossibly closer to her. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep the exquisite feeling with her even longer.
Her eyes closed but she could still see their reflection in her mind. Her legs were thrown over his broad shoulders, and she felt both the heat of his skin and the slight tickling of his hair against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her breath caught as she felt his fingers gently dig into her hips, bringing his mouth closer to her. She started to moan when he started to suck harder on her nubbin, his fingers entered her, then started pumping in and out of her. The sensations in her grew, and finally exploded with another cry of his name.
[Worshipped…I’m being worshipped] Joyce thought dazedly as her mind started to function again. Her eyes crossed behind her eyelids as she felt Ripper’s tongue enter inside her and hit her sensitive spot over and over again. [Oh, God! Even his TONGUE knows where my G-spot is!] she thought as she moaned loudly. “Ripperrrrr-“
“More, sweet, give me more,” Ripper purred, his fingers continuing where his tongue left off. He placed nibbling kisses all over her wet center, then dove his tongue between her wet folds. “Come for me all over again, my sweet, little kitten.”
Joyce moaned as pleasure rippled through her again. When she came down, thoughts raced through her mind as she gasped huge quantities of air. [He’s worshipping me…] A sharp pang went through her heart as she felt something break open inside her. Tears started forming in her eyes. “Ripper…Oh! Ripper, stop! Please stop!”
Ripper lifted his head as he heard Joyce cry out. When he heard her breath start to hitch, he knew something was wrong. Becoming alarmed at the sound the sob of his name, he sat up and reached for her, pulling her to his lap. He stroked the hair away from her face. “Joyce? Sweet? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Sitting on his lap, Joyce leaned over and silenced him with a gentle kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “No, no, you didn’t hurt me, darling.”
Alarmed that he tasted tears, Ripper pulled his mouth away from hers. How he wished for a light to see her face! He pulled her closer, the weak moonlight giving him the ability to at least see her eyes. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
“Shh, darling,” Joyce whispered as she kissed him on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips again. She peppered kisses all over his face as she shifted around him, straddling his waist. “You didn’t hurt me, darling.”
Puzzled, Ripper tried to see her face though it was the dark. “Then why were you crying? I tasted the tears-”
“I wanted a turn,” Joyce said as she kissed him again. Ripper pulled away, and she could tell that he was looking at her skeptically even though she couldn’t see his face clearly. “I want a turn to kiss you all over, darling.”
“You started to cry because you wanted a turn?” Ripper asked, his voice filled with disbelief. He held her closer, trying to get a look at her expressive face. “Sweet?”
Bringing her hands around his shoulders and loving the way he gently held her, Joyce smiled as she answered. “No, that was for something else. Now, shush, darling, and let me have a turn.”
Pushing him back to the floor, she peppered kisses all over his face as he laid back. His hands caressed her thighs as she bit his earlobe with the earring, and then soothed it with a kiss. His hands started to cup her bottom, but she stopped him by grabbing them and kissing them. “No. Let me do this. Please?”
“Do what?” Ripper asked, confused. He tried to look at her face, but all he could see was darkness, and all he could feel was her, leaning against him. “What do you want to do?”
Ripper felt her hair tickle his shoulders as she kissed him softly, her tongue teasing his as her small hands entwined in his. He felt the ring he gave her and smiled around her kiss. When she lifted her head, both were breathless, and he could feel the imprint of her body as she laid on top of him. “I want to do everything. Please?”
“All right, sweet,” Ripper said as he hugged her, loving the feel of her against him. “But then I want a chance to do everything-mmph!”
Lifting her head from his mouth, Joyce admonished, “Shush, darling. Let me have a turn.”
Ripper groaned as his sweet Joyce tortured him just by being her. Her hair teased his skin as her mouth nipped him, and then kissed the small pain. He gasped when her fingers tweaked his nipples, and growled when she bit him gently. Then smiled when he heard her give a small laugh, he never would have thought that his kitten could be such a tease.
He moaned when she laved the sore area with her tongue and moved slowly down towards his stomach. His hands buried themselves in her hair as she teased him with her mouth, alternately kissing and nipping at his skin, moving closer and closer to the edge of his jeans. When he felt her fingers look for his zip, he gasped, “Joyce, baby, love. You have to-stop now.”
“You don’t want me to?” Joyce asked hesitantly, her hands staying where they were. In the middle of untying the red shirt around his waist. She heard him laugh harshly. She felt him pull her up to his chest, and tuck her under his chin. She sighed when his hot hands touched her cool skin. “Ripper?”
“It’s not a matter of not wanting you to, sweet,” Ripper growled as his hands caressed her back to her thighs. “It’s a matter of me creaming you all over if continue.”
“Oh, good. I like cream,” Joyce purred after a moment. Ripper groaned with laughter as she untied his red shirt. She smiled as she lowered her head to kiss his stomach, and chuckled when she heard Ripper groan out her name. “Hush, you’re distracting me.”
She giggled as she caressed the hard bulge under his jeans, then purred with pleasure as she felt it grow harder at her touch. He groaned louder, she wiggled down his legs further and laid her head against his thigh. She laid there, not moving until she heard him start to breathe steadily, and then she nuzzled the hard bulge and gave it a quick nip.
Ripper’s body jerked up, nearly dislodging Joyce. He pulled her up by her shoulders, gasping as he laid his forehead on hers. “Sweet, don’t do that. I almost-You-Let me-”
“No, it’s my turn,” Joyce smiled as she covered his lips with her fingers. She giggled as she caressed him steadily through his jeans again, making him groan even louder. “Oh, shush, darling. I want to do this. And I promise to not do that again. Sort of. Now settle back and let me try and take off your jeans.”
“Kitten, you’re going to kill me,” Ripper groaned as he laid down again. Hearing her laugh, he smiled in the dark, loving the way she laughed, loving the way she was touching him, the way she was teasing him. She really was like a kitten, playful and sensuous at the same time. But what made it all the more wonderful was that she was his. And right now his kitten was tugging a little too hard at his zip. “Love? If you aren’t careful, it’s going to hurt-”
“Then I’ll just have to kiss it and make it better,” Joyce purred back at him as she finally pulled the stubborn zipper down. She giggled when she heard him groan loudly, then gasped when she reached in side his jeans and found…”Ripper! You’re not wearing any underwear!”
“You noticed that?” Ripper asked, his voice rough with amusement and arousal. “Just now?”
Her face feeling warm and her eyes wide, Joyce nodded. She stared at his member as it tried to peek out of the denim. “I didn’t know you weren’t wearing anything under-I thought-I didn’t think-I mean-“ She took a deep breath. “I didn’t think about how easy it was to-to-you know- when we-you know. Guess I thought you were wearing boxers.”
“Nah, don’t wear any kind of knickers unless I have to. Think you’ll have a problem with me not having any on, sweet?” Ripper grinned. Then he gasped when he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. He said hoarsely, “I guess not.”
“Nope, not a problem at all,” Joyce purred happily as she squeezed him. She reached into his jeans to pull more of him out, delighted when she heard him groan. “Hank always wore underwear under his jeans. It always was a struggle to get him out of them. Lift up your hips so that I can take these off.”
Lifting up his hips so she could wiggle the jeans off, Ripper started to scowl in the dark when Joyce mentioned her ex-husband, but he lost it when he felt her kiss the top of his cock after giving it a delicate lick. “I think I like this. It’s faster to have my-hey! What’s this?”
“What’s what?” Ripper demanded in a gasp. At her silence, he raised himself on his elbows. “Sweet?”
He heard Joyce clear her throat, her voice unsteady. “Ripper? What are you doing with a gun?”
“I took it off the copper, remember?” Ripper said, confused. He tried to peer at her through the dark, all he could see was a dark figure between his legs. He sat up and pulled her to his chest, her hair tickling him. He could feel the imprint of the gun against his chest, so he took it away from her and placed it somewhere, away from the both of them, then stroked her shoulders.
He didn’t know how he knew it, but he knew that Joyce was upset. He held her as he explained, “When I knocked him out. I took it so he wouldn’t shoot himself or us with it when he came to. Bloody bobby was treating it like a toy.”
“Oh,” Joyce said in a small voice. Then she relaxed as she wrapped her arms around him, her head tucked under his chin. She buried her face in his neck. “I don’t like guns, Ripper. They make me nervous. Especially if you don’t-”
“Shush, sweet. You don’t have to worry about it, “ Ripper reassured as he lifted up her head. He kissed her forehead, then her trembling lips. “I know how to use one, learned to in training. Just didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“Oh. That’s good to know.” Joyce said with relief. She hugged him tightly, delighting in the way his chest hair was tickling her breasts again. Her hands went down to his waist. She giggled as she hugged him again, wanting to feel his hot skin against hers. “You feel wonderful.”
“And you, my sweet, feel very soft,” Ripper chuckled, hugging her back. He buried his face in her hair as his hand started to roam down her soft body. He gasped when he felt her hand wrap around his cock, then growled when she squeezed him. “What have you there?”
“I’m not sure,” Joyce said seriously as she continued to squeeze Ripper’s turgid length. She used her nails to squeeze the tip, and giggled again when he moaned in her ear. She nipped his chin. “But it feels very hard and silky. And very, very hot. I think it’s a loaded cream gun. Think I can learn how to handle it?”
“I know you can, sweet,” Ripper growled out laughing. He groaned again when she squeezed him. “Damn, I wish I could see you.”
“Oh! I forgot!” Joyce giggled as she pushed away from him. She felt her way towards the back wall, and then towards the back of the huge nineteenth century mirror. She slowly felt her way around the edges of the mirror. “I installed a small light for this niche, so that it’ll show off the stuff displayed here when I have an opening. You can barely see it from the window, so I doubt the cops will see it when I turn it-There! How’s that?”
“The sight’s wonderful, sweet,” she heard Ripper drawl from behind her. In the muted light that lit down on the mirror, Joyce turned to see Ripper, naked and lying down on his side, looking at her with desire etched on his face, his hand wrapped around himself. He looked like an indulgent predator, ready for anything. Her throat closed up as she saw him rhythmically squeeze himself. She licked her lips at the sight of his hand around himself. “You look delicious, love. Come here.”
Leaning back against the wall, Joyce shook her head slowly. Ripper lifted an eyebrow at her as she smiled she crooked her finger. Her voice was low as she looked at him through her eyelashes. “No, you come here, Ripper. You come to me.”
“And if I don’t come over there, what will you do?” Ripper growled back, mesmerized at the way she looked. In the muted light, her hair and skin glowed as most of her body was half bathed in darkness. Her nipples were small tight berries, a stark contrast against her pale skin. Her skirt fanned in front of her, giving the illusion she had no legs, and was about to blend in with the shadows.
She was like an ethereal creature, ready to disappear unless he could grasp her. Ripper sat up slowly, keeping his eyes on her, just in case she decided to escape. “What will you do?”
Her throat dried up at the predatory look in his eyes. Feeling the tensed energy around him, she licked her dry lips. Cocking her head, Joyce managed to smile solemnly. “Then I’ll go off and look for someone else’s cream gun I can have fun with.”
Quirking his eyebrow at her, Ripper slowly got to his knees and crawled over to her, like a lion hunting his prey. When he reached her, he sat between her knees and loomed over her. “Are you always going to tease me like that, kitten?”
Rising up on her knees slowly, Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck. She sighed with pleasure when his crisp chest hairs teased her highly sensitive skin. Her mouth hovered over his. “Oh, yes.”
Joyce lightly kissed his jaw. “I’m going to tease you, and torture you for as long as I can. As long as I want, Ripper. And then maybe I’ll throw you away when I’m done with you.”
“Oh, really?” Ripper drawled as he held her waist. “Is that right, kitten?”
“That’s right,” Joyce purred as she nipped his Adam’s apple. Her hand traveled up and down his arm, her nails lightly raking over his skin. “I’m going to throw you away, and then I’m going to jump all over you, and tease and torture you all over again.”
She lowered her head and nipped at his coppery nipple. “I’m going to have my wicked way with you, Ripper Giles and you can’t stop me.”
“Is that right, kitten?” Ripper managed to gasp. The idea of him totally in her hands brought to mind the handcuff he took, but then he lost all thought of it when he felt his kitten’s claws lightly rake over his cock. Who would have thought his Joyce was anything like this? “When-when do we start?”
“As soon as I want to, my darling,” Joyce whispered as she hovered her mouth over his. “Do you remember where we left off or do I have to start all over again?”
“Oh, I remember, kitten,” Ripper purred as his hands went under her skirt and cupped her bottom, bringing her closer to his hardness. He stroked the soft flesh, teasing the outside of her entrance with his fingers, then he slipped a finger in her. “We were going to do-
“Not this,” Joyce gasped as she pulled away. Her hand grabbed his turgid length as she pushed him on to his back. She looked at his face as he looked at her. “You said it was my turn to do everything.”
“It’s your turn, kitten,” Ripper grunted as he felt her small hand wrap around his cock. He tried to relax when he saw her delighted smile. An impossible feat, especially when she was squeezing rhythmically him as she tried to decide what to do. “Just hurry.”
“Okay,” Joyce said as she leaned over him to give him a quick kiss on the lips. She made a trail of nipping kisses, from his collarbone to the tops of his thighs. And all the while, stroking and squeezing him. When she lifted her head, her hair teased the tip of his cock. “I think I was going to do this.”
“Joyce,” Ripper gritted out, his eyes crossing and he inhaled a sharp breath when her mouth covered the tip of his cock. His hands buried in her hair, he groaned even louder when he felt her suck more of him into her wet mouth. Through hooded eyes, he watched Joyce’s golden head move over him through the mirror. The image was absolutely erotic, to see his hands buried in her hair as she sucked him into her mouth.
“Joyce,” Ripper growled as he tried to stop his growing need to spill himself into her mouth. He forced himself to name the names of all the demons he knew, but lost it when Joyce hummed with pleasure while her mouth was still around his cock.
Sensations assaulted him when he felt her alternately nip at the sensitive skin of his base, nip and suck at him. He gritted his teeth when he felt her nip then lick his balls while her fingers squeezed the tip of his cock. He nearly roared when he felt her take his balls into her mouth and play with them in her mouth. She then had it pop out so she could suck his cock back into her mouth.
He opened his eyes and caught the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she rubbed her cheek against him. Suddenly, he sat up, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. “That’s enough!”
His mouth mashed on to hers, Ripper impaled her on his rigid cock, swallowing her squeal. For a second, he relished the feel of him enveloped in her heat before the need to thrust into her moist center over took him. Forcing her to the floor, he broke away from her mouth, his hands grabbed her hips up as he thrust into her again. He let out a roar of her name at the sudden tightness of her muscles surrounding his cock. “Joy-SS!”
“Ripper!” Joyce squealed, her eyes crossing at the sudden feel of him in her. She could barely catch her breath as she felt her pelvis yanked up, and Ripper impaled her harder on to him. She heard herself let out a squeal when his pelvic bones rubbed hard against her clitoris with each jerking thrust he made. Grabbing his arms as hot, mindless pleasure raced through her, Joyce keened out his name.
His eyes crossed and he groaned loudly as her tight, wet heat clung to him. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, more of her. His hands grabbed her bottom, forcing her pelvis up, lifting her to meet his hard thrusts as her legs dangled uselessly around his hips. Vaguely, he heard her squeal his name out, but he couldn’t answer. He couldn’t do anything except thrust more of himself into her.
He groaned when he felt the sting of her nails on his arms as he went deeper into her. Vaguely, he heard her breathlessly chanting out his name as he continued to pound into her, the pressure in him increasing with each thrust, each mewl she made.
“Ripper!” Joyce screamed as she felt her body convulsed around him. Gasping for breath, she let out a growl when she felt the pressure build up within her again as he continued to thrust into her, harder and harder. Through hazed eyes, she saw the two of them in the mirror.
He looming over her, like a hawk as she moved up and down against the floor. Her legs swinging bonelessly around Ripper’s waist as he pounded mercilessly into her. Gasping against the building pressure again, she looked at him with desire filled eyes. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face etched with animalistic pleasure. Squeezing her eyes shut, Joyce let the explosive feeling inside her out. “Ripper!”
At her scream, he stopped for a second, but then he went to his knees and brought up her leg high up against his chest, opening her wider, impossibly letting more of him into her. His pelvic bone smashing into hers. He groaned as her hot heat enveloped more of him, and thrust himself into her to get more of the feeling. He was hardly aware of her screaming out his name again as he pounded into her.
“Ripper!” Joyce screamed as hot pleasure ran through her body. She gasped for air, for time, but Ripper wouldn’t let up. The constant pounding of him into her moist center, the unending pleasure he forced into her body made her crazy with desire for him. She gritted her teeth as the desire to explode relentlessly again filled her again.
But then, suddenly, it just wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted Ripper to come inside her, to shoot his seed inside her womb. She wanted him to be mindless for her like he was making her mindless for him. Then, his pelvis thrust hard into hers, and she lost all ability to think again. “RIPPPEERRR!”
Gasping for breath and collecting her wild thoughts, Joyce growled as she braced herself against the pleasure Ripper pounded into her. He said that it was her turn, he told her it was her turn. And she wanted her turn. Now. With a moan of pleasure as he thrust hard into her again, she bucked up her hips, disconnecting Ripper from her. She groaned at the sudden loss of him inside her, then gathered enough of her senses to throw herself on to him while he was down.
Suddenly, Ripper felt himself being pushed back. Losing his balance, he fell to the floor. And before he could say anything, Joyce pounced on top of him and impaled herself on his cock as she grabbed his hands. She ground herself down on him as she growled, ”That’s enough! My turn!”
Ripper growled back, inarticulate, as he thrust up into her warmth. The pressure in him grew again as he watched his Joyce ride him with abandon, her nails digging into his chest, her blonde hair swinging all over her sweaty face, her mouth opening and closing, mewling to each thrust he made. Keening as she ground her pelvis on his.
She threw her head back as he thrust hard into her, revealing the choker he bought, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her. Feel her writhing under him. He grabbed her hips and rolled her on to her back as he ground into her, his mouth biting into hers. Grabbing handfuls of her hair, he broke off the attack on her mouth to look at her. Her mouth swollen, her brown eyes were wild as she neared her climax.
“Mine,” Ripper growled as he nipped her neck, just above the cat’s-eye choker. He moved lower to her breasts, his teeth biting into a sensitive nipple before sucking it hard into his mouth. He pushed her back down when she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up into him. He felt her nails score his back as he drove into her. He moved his mouth to the other breast and repeated his action. “Mine.”
“Mine,” Joyce gasped as she brought his mouth back to hers, nipping his tongue, then sucking it into her mouth. She swallowed Ripper’s growl as his mouth gave her a biting kiss. Breaking off the kiss, Joyce moved her head to his shoulder, alternately nipping and kissing his skin as he thrust into her. Then she felt him bite her neck, and the stars behind her eyes blinded her as she bit his shoulder hard, screaming his name.
Vaguely, she was aware of Ripper’s roar in her ear. Breathing heavily, she panted out his name as she felt him give one last thrust into her, and the stars started exploding again. “Ripper!”
“Joyce!” Ripper roared when he felt her blunt teeth bite hard into his shoulder. The sudden pain from her bite, causing him to lose all control as he spilled all of him inside her. Breathing heavily, he gave one last thrust, making her climax again before he lay tiredly on top of her. His head buried at the crook of her neck, he could feel her heart pounding as she gasped for air.
“Joyce? Sweet?” Ripper panted as he started to lift himself off of her. He felt her arms and legs tighten as her inner muscles clamped around his semi-flaccid cock. He groaned, ”Oh, God, baby, I don’t think I can get it up again so soon.”
“That’s okay,” Joyce laughed breathlessly as she smiled up at him. She stroked the side of his face. [He looks tired. And I did that.] “Just-just don’t move. I love you inside me. And on top of me.”
“And I love being inside you, sweet,” Ripper kissed her gently, loving the sparkle in her eyes. [Sparkle? You ARE getting yourself in trouble if you’re using flowery words, old man.] He nuzzled her hand. “You are just so soft.”
“And you were just so hard, darling,” Joyce giggled softly. Ripper groaned at her teasing. She sighed with pleasure at the feel of him on top of her. “And you feel wonderful even if you are heavy.”
“Sorry about that,” Ripper said as he started to shift. When his Joyce tightened her grip with a moue, he kissed her gently. “I’m not moving anywhere, baby. I just don’t want to crush you.”
He settled himself on top of her, making sure his weight wasn’t crushing her. When he settled, Joyce hummed happily as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Satiated, they stayed like that, him still buried inside her as he nuzzled her neck and she wrapped around him as she drew soft patterns on his shoulder.
