Missing Candy
Part 4B

AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Extremely Nc-17. Blame it on the smut books I read!

Finally, Ripper took the hand that was stroking his shoulder and kissed his ring. He laid on her, a concerned feeling filling him. ”Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Sighing contentedly at their afterglow, Joyce lazily pulled him down for a gentle kiss. “Oh, no. That was great.”

When a curious thought hit her, she looked at him with wide eyes, still half dazed at what just happened. ”Was that what you meant by rough? Can you do it again?”

”It’s something like that, sweet. It was more demanding than it was rough,” Ripper said, his voice laced with amusement. He looked at her, still a bit concerned.

She was looking like a woman that was, well, ravished. The tortoise-shelled combs he bought her were hanging, just barely, in the wild curls of her hair. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses and the side of her neck was starting to darken, just above the choker he bought her. He was pretty sure if he saw her breasts, they would also be sporting the same colors as well. “We can do rough later if you’d like. If you’re sure.”

“Oh, I’d like and I’m sure,” Joyce enthused as she brought his head down for another kiss. She giggled when he looked at her dazedly. His hair was sticking up in tufts around his face, he was so cute that she had to kiss him again.

Even though her body was starting to ache in places she never knew she could ache, she felt great. “It was wonderful! This whole night is wonderful! I never had so many orgasms in one night in my entire life! Can you do that demanding sex again soon? I liked it!”

When Ripper continued to stare at her, her smile started to fall. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No, no. I want to,” Ripper assured her with a kiss. He blinked again. “It’s just that-well. I’ve never-I didn’t hurt you?”

Joyce shook her head as she smiled at him shyly. “Not really. Naturally I feel a bit sore after all your-your demands, but it doesn’t hurt. I think I’ll be better later on if we want to do it again. Do you know when we can do it again?”

“As soon as you’d like,” Ripper promised, still dazed. Then what she had said hit him all at once. “You’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in your life?”

“Hank wasn’t much into sex. He could only get it up about twice a night at most. If I was lucky, and he liked to be on top most of the time,” Joyce said as she shook her head. She bit her lip. “Um, did you mind it when I was on top?”

“Did I mind having you on top and ride me like a stallion?” Ripper drawled as his hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. “And having your breasts swing above my head? I’m not sure, you may have to do it again.”

“Stop that, I’m still sore,” Joyce giggled as her face turned pink. She brought Ripper’s hand to her mouth and kissed the palm. “You have nice, strong hands. They’ re rough.”

Not sure of what to make of that, Ripper apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t know that they were so rough-“

Lifting them to her face and rubbing them against her skin, Joyce smiled dreamily. “Don’t apologize, I love your hands. They’re not soft, but they’re gentle. And they feel nice against me, like warm, soft sand.”

“Glad that you like them, my sweet,” Ripper drawled as he watched Joyce’s face revel at the touch of his hands. “Anything else you like about me, sweet?”

Enchanted, Ripper watched, as Joyce’s eyes grew thoughtful. Then her brown eyes, twinkled mischievously, as her hands traveled down his body, and squeezed his butt. “And you have a nice, firm butt, Ripper.”

“My arse thanks you,” Ripper drawled as he kissed her. Joyce giggled as she squeezed it again with a contented sigh. He took a deep breath, smelling her lavender scent as she stroked his arse. He lazily pinched her nipple, and was surprised as it started to slowly peak with arousal. “If you could move your hand a bit more to the left, love, and scratch me there? Ah! Yes! Thanks.”

“No problem,” Joyce sighed as she resumed stroking her lover’s ass. Her eyes drifted to the mirror, and the sight of him lying on top of her with legs entwined with his and knowing that he was still inside her… It was definitely erotic, but it was so much more than that. It was-it made her content. Something she never really had after making love with Hank.

[Making love? Is that what we did?] Joyce thought, startled as she looked at herself in the mirror. [Was it making love for him?] She looked at her lover’s back as she wondered if he would call it ‘making love’, then she noticed something underneath her hand in the mirror.

She peered at it, then her eyes widened. There was some kind of mark on his ass, a tattoo. Shaped like a something or other. She squinted her eyes, then they widened as she sort of recognized the drawing. “Ripper? What is that blob on your-“

“Bloody hell.” His head lifting up immediately, Ripper looked at her. “You didn’t see it did you?”

Her eyes wide and a smile dancing on her lips, Joyce nodded. Ripper groaned, ”Bloody hell.”

“Ripper, what is a griffin holding a rose, book and teddy bear doing on your butt cheek?” Joyce demanded with a laugh.

“Bloody hell,” Ripper groaned again as he buried his head behind her ear. “It’s not a teddy, it’s just a bear. The blasted prat that drew it on me arse, drew it wrong. It’s a bear and I’m not answering anything.”

“Ripper,” Joyce coaxed. He groaned a ‘no’ out and tried to move. Joyce wrapped her arms and legs around him tighter. He looked at her and she looked at him solemnly. “Now, darling. You aren’t going to get any rest until you tell me what you’re doing with a tattoo on your ass.”

“Promise?” Ripper asked cheekily. At her warning tone, he sighed. “It’s there because I wanted it there. The griffin is one of the symbols of the Watcher’s Council. And the rose, bear and book don’t mean anything.”

“But what is that tattoo doing on your ass?” Joyce demanded. “And why are you grinning?”

“It’s there because I wanted it there,” Ripper said with a self-satisfied smirk. “When I was in my last years of secondary and just starting at Oxford, my father would occasionally demand to know what I was doing all day and night, I’d smack my arse and say, ‘I was hitting the books, Dad.’ Or ‘Easy up, Dad. I’m smacking the bear.’ Or ‘I was with the old griffin, Dad.’ Things like that.”

Joyce giggled as Ripper continued, ”And I’d always be smacking my arse and be doing something else. My dad couldn’t understand why my grades were what they were.”

“You are a bad boy to deceive your dad like that, Ripper,” Joyce laughed as she stroked his tattoo. “I have half a mind to smack your bottom for what you did.”

“And what does the other half want to do?” Ripper teased as he gently bit her jaw. “Because what I’m feeling down there isn’t a smack.”

“No, it’s definitely not,” Joyce laughed as she squeezed his butt. She let out a little contented sigh, then looked at him curiously. “Did it hurt when you got it?”

“Not much,” Ripper shrugged. He showed her the Mark of Eyghon. “This hurt more since I wasn’t half-drunk at the time. Any interesting marks on you that I can find?”

“Nope, not a mark on me,” Joyce said with a grimace. “No tattoo or anything like that. I wanted to try for a small henna tattoo once, but Hank hated the idea of a mark on me. Never even gave me hickeys when we necked in his car. It was kind of a weird Victorian whenever we made out. No marks, never in public and him on top.”

[Hank was an idiot. But what the hell, better for me] thought Ripper as he rolled her on top of him, careful to stay inside her. He pulled the hair from her face. “Anything else he never did?”

“Pretty much everything we did tonight,” Joyce admitted with a blush. She felt her face heat up again as she thought about what Ripper did with his mouth. That amazing mouth he had. “He especially never did to me what you did to me with your mouth.”

“So everything I just did was another first,” Ripper murmured. He smiled when Joyce nodded her head shyly. “This is a night of many firsts for you, sweet. But what you did-”

“Oh, Hank liked to get blow jobs,” Joyce said with a small shrug. “But if he finished in my mouth, that pretty much meant that he was used up for the night. Is that why you didn’t come in my mouth?”

“No, I didn’t want to come in your mouth because I rather like having it where it is right now,” Ripper said with a thrust of his hips. Joyce moaned with pleasure, then she gasped when his hand somehow sneaked in between them, and teased her little nubbin. He grunted with pleasure as she sat astride him again, grinding her hips down on his.

Ripper watched her pleasuring herself on him, her breasts bouncing and her inner muscle clinging on to his semi-flaccid cock. He felt the stirrings of desire grow, but his body seemed too tired to comply.

So with light touches, he caressed her hard nipples, making her moan louder as her inner muscles clamped down on him. Then he touched her where they were connected, and Joyce jerked up rigidly as her climax shot through her body. He held her as she collapsed on top of him, panting. He gathered her into his arms as he stroked her hair, her warm body resting over him. “Feel good, sweet?”

“Feeling wonderful, darling,” Joyce murmured contentedly as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. She smiled when she smelled his unique scent. He smelled like cigarettes, sweat, chocolate and her. Her tongue darted out for a taste of him, his chest hair teasing her. “Mmm, you taste nice…delicious…”

She heard him rumble something as she started to nibble the soft skin below his collarbone, when a thought flitted through her mind. She lifted her head, and looked at him, astonished. “Ripper, you didn’t shout my name! Why didn’t you-Didn’t I-”

“I didn’t come this time, sweet,” Ripper said with a half-grin as he placed a finger on her lips. He pulled her hair away from her troubled face. He smiled, “And I won’t until my cock gets some rest.”

“I used you all up again?” Joyce pouted as she looked at him. She squeezed her inner muscles and was somewhat disappointed when he gasped, but hardened slightly. “Oh, damn. Another hour?”

“Another or less, sweet,” Ripper said as he kissed her. He bit her lip at her slightly disgruntled look.

“Well, if you’d like, I could use my mouth again,” Ripper said as he nuzzled her ear. He squeezed a nipple, and was entranced when it immediately started to harden. Again. He gave her a hooded look that made her face turn pink. “You taste wonderful, sweet.”

“So do you, Ripper,” Joyce managed to purr back. She looked at him shyly. “Ripper? I want to taste you when you come in my mouth. Would you mind if we waited?”

“Not in the least, sweet,” Ripper said, his voice husky. He kissed her gently, his tongue lazily licking her lips. She smiled as she tried to nip at his darting tongue, then settled for nibbling on his lower lip, then moving down to his jaw, his ear, then his neck. His throat rumbled when she sucked and nibbled at his Adam’s apple. He lifted her head up before she could go down any lower. “Bit hungry, sweet?”

“Starving,” Joyce purred with a grin. “You taste delicious.”

“If you say so, love,” Ripper said lazily as he kissed her. Finally, with a sigh, he rolled over then pulled her up, giving her a deep kiss. “Mind you,  I don’t think I taste as good as you.”

“Well, since I can’t taste me, I’ll just have to take your word for it,” Joyce said cheekily. She knelt down and cupped his semi-flaccid length and gave it a kiss. “Hurry up and rest.”

Amused at her antics, Ripper looked down at her, her bottom in the air as she caressed and nuzzled his cock. “That won’t make it-Jesus! Joyce!”

“Hmm?” Joyce moaned around him, delighting that he was hardening quicker than she thought. She looked up and glared as she rubbed the tip of him with her thumb. “Ripper! You lied to me! You said three an hour was your limit!”

“Baby, it usually is,” Ripper groaned hoarsely. He felt his heart pounding in his ears when she nibbled the tip of his cock as her hand gently squeezed his balls. He gritted his teeth. “And if you don’t stop, I’ll cream it all over you-Joy-Ss!“

She felt his hands in her hair as she rolled him around her mouth, sucking and biting him gently. She heard him groan her name again as she moved over to his sac and sucked on it as she squeezed his length. Her hands grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to her. He growled when she used her tongue to swirl around his tip, then sucked him more deeply into her mouth, the tip of him nearly going down the back of her throat. Popping him from her mouth, she looked at him mischievously as she pinched the tip of him. “Want me to stop now?”

“Joy-ss,” Ripper hissed as she again took him deeper into her mouth. He grabbed the crate behind her, holding on to it for dear life as she worked her magic over him. His eyes crossed as she sucked him harder into her mouth, gently biting him. He groaned as he thrust into her eager mouth, then roared when he felt her hands squeeze his balls with quick motions, making him come in her mouth. “JOY-SS!”

Panting heavily, he was still trying to gain control of his breathing when he felt her plant nibbling kisses as she crawled up his body. When she gently kissed his mouth, he grabbed her and devoured her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. When he broke away, he tried to give her an admonishing look. “You’re a naughty one, kitten.”

“Cream’s all gone,” Joyce purred back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she loved the way his arms wrapped around her body, making them fit in all the right places. She licked her lips delicately and smiled as Ripper groaned and put his forehead to hers. “I can’t wait for more.”

“Later,” Ripper promised as he kissed her forehead. He was delighted when she pulled his head down for a deeper kiss. He pulled away when he heard a small growl. “Was that your stomach? Or mine?”

“I think it was mine,” Joyce said, blushing as reality started to settle in. With interested eyes, he watched as her face turned pink, then her neck, then her breasts. “I’m hungry.”

Feeling his intense stare on her, she started to feel a bit self-conscious, so she covered her chest with her hands. “Ripper, what? Are we going to get dressed now?”

“Just how far down does your blush go?” Ripper demanded as he watched her face become a deeper shade of pink again. He gently pulled her arms away, but then she buried herself against his chest. Not that he minded her action, he just wondered at the reason. “And why are you covering yourself, sweet?”

“Because,” Joyce said, her voice muffled.  Ripper lifted his eyebrow at the answer. “Because?”

“You’re staring. And it’s different when we’re not-you know,” Joyce stammered as she lifted her head away from his chest. “You understand?”

Still confused by her sudden shyness, Ripper looked down at her. “No. Sweet, you’ve still got your skirt on, I’m naked and just a moment ago you just had my-“

“It’s just different, okay?” Joyce insisted with a shake of her head. She looked at him with pleading eyes. “I don’t mind you’re naked, because you look good naked but I’m not used to-I don’t usually-I’m not-“

“You’re not used to being naked in front out of bed,” Ripper finished as he hugged her to him. She nodded. [Another puritan notion from the idiot ex that I have to get rid of] thought Ripper, then he smirked. It was going to be fun corrupting her. “We’ll just have to work on it.”

“What? How do we-” Joyce asked confused. “How do you-“

Ripper kissed her and grinned wolfishly. “We’ll just have to walk around naked at my place.”

Joyce made a strangled sound as Ripper kissed her again. Then her stomach growled again, and his answered back. He sighed as he kissed her forehead. “I guess we’d better go out and get a bite to eat. You’d better get your top.”

Turning away from him, Joyce bent to pick up her top, and shook it. It was sadly wrinkled, but she didn’t care. She put it on, grimaced when the silk softly itched her breasts. She then started to look for her underwear and boots. She noticed the pair of handcuffs on her new coat and looked at them, puzzled. “Can we get more chocolate? I think they’re packed in a factory near here. And what are these doing here?”

“Sure,” Ripper said absently as he watched her bend over. He scowled at his cock as it started to twitch back to life again. If this was going to happen every time she bent over he was going to kill his self with exhaustion. [But what a way to go!]

As she put on her top, he picked up his jeans. Then he saw a small scrap of turquoise drop from them, and smiled. He stuffed the scrap in his back pocket as he carefully put his jeans on. “What’s what doing here?”

“These things,” Joyce said as she turned and dangled the handcuffs in front of him. “Why’d you take these as souvenirs?”

Pulling her into his arms after he took them, Ripper gave her a smacking kiss. “Because they’re useful souvenirs, sweet.”

Joyce wrinkled her nose. “Like pain, bondage and stuff? Sounds a bit kinky, Ripper. Have you seen my underwear? I can’t-hey!”

“Nothing a bit kinky about it at all, love,” Ripper grinned as he pulled her back to him, making her face their reflection in the mirror. He watched her face as his hand slipped under her top, tenting it as he squeezed the soft mound. Her head rolled to the side as her breath hissed through her teeth. He kissed her neck as his other hand crept under her skirt. His hand cupped her soft mound; she opened her legs for him to have better access. She moaned as he slipped his fingers between her soft folds and into her. “That’s not kinky at all.”

“Ripper,” Joyce moaned as she watched his hands move under her clothes, watching as he touched her in her most intimate places in the mirror. Her eyes flew to meet his in the mirror. She moaned, “Ripper-what are you-“

“Watch me,” Ripper whispered as he squeezed a pebbled nipple under her sweater. She moaned as his other hand tented in front of her skirt, and felt him caress her again. His eyes met hers. “Feel me.”

Her hands gripping at his thighs, she gnashed at the air as she felt his fingers roll her hard nipple, squeezing and pinching it. She felt a rush of urgency in her grow when she felt his teeth nip her neck, then his warm tongue dart at the small pain as his other hand rubbed hard against her little bundle of nerves.

His fingers touching her at that spot he knew so well, and in such a short time. Clenching her teeth, she tried to control the growing pressure in her, but his fingers knew what to do, and they did it wonderfully. She closed her eyes at the growing sensations, then opened them and locked on to his in the mirror. “Ripper-I can’t-I-“

“Come for me, baby. Let me see you come,” Ripper whispered as his eyes locked on to hers. He saw Joyce close her eyes as she gave in to her climax with a small scream. He held her as her body was racked with shudders. He kissed her neck as she panted. “Nah, just having the handcuffs isn’t kinky at all, love.”

“So-then-then what’s kinky?” Joyce panted as she leaned heavily against him. Her hand stoked the arm around her waist.

Ripper gave her a wolfish smile in the mirror. “Kinky is a part of me inside you, preferably my cock, but my tongue would do in a pinch, using the handcuffs to hold you still and you watching as I have my wicked way with you in front of a mirror, love. We’ll do that as soon as I’m ready.”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, Joyce’s face turned pink. He continued as he watched the idea turn in her head. “And rough is when I may or may not use those handcuffs to tie your hands and have my wicked way with you. Every which way, starting with me coming from behind you and working my way around.”

“Oh,” Joyce whispered as she imagined it. She looked at Ripper in the mirror, and he looked positively wicked as he watched her. Then a thought hit her as she thought about it. “How are you supposed to come in from behind-“

“It’ll be another first, love,” Ripper said as he cut her off with a kiss. When he pulled away, she was clinging to him. “Not bad.” He lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean as he watched as the blush on her face bloom. ”And very sweet.”

Joyce stammered his name and he pulled the hair away from her face. Ripper smiled as he peppered kisses all over her face. “And while we’re walking around naked, I’m going to follow that blush of yours with my mouth just to see where it ends.”

“It doesn’t. I blush all over,” Joyce murmured, she peeked up at him. He was getting that gleam in his eye again. She pulled away from him before he could distract her with his touch. “And no, you’re not going to see it right now. I’m hungry.”

“All right, sweet,” Ripper said with a dramatic sigh. “Let’s go and see if anything’s open and get some food.”

“Chocolate,” Joyce corrected as she looked around the floor. As she bent to pick up his clothes, her top dress, coat and gun, she heard Ripper groan again. She turned to look at him. “Anything wrong?”

“Not wrong, love,” Ripper said as he took his shirts and gun from her. He stuffed the gun in the back of his jeans, then unraveled his T-shirt. Quirking up an eyebrow, he looked at her. “Did you make these holes?”

Her face growing warm again as she put on her top dress and coat, Joyce murmured, “I needed something to cover my mouth. When the cops were here. And you were doing-you were doing-well, you know. And don’t you say anything.”

“Not a word,” Ripper assured her with a smirk. He put his shirt on as he watched her look for something. Most likely it was that scrap of something hidden in his back pocket. “What are you looking for?”

“My underwear,” Joyce blushed as she looked at him. “I can’t seem to find it. Did you-“

As he tied the sleeves of his red shirt around his waist, Ripper grinned, lying cheerfully. “I have no idea where it is, have you looked between these crates?”

Frantically, Joyce tilted the two crates that covered the entrance of the niche, and found nothing. She looked on the floor again, and saw nothing. “Where could it be? What am I going to do?”

Leaning against a crate as he enjoyed the view of her bottom in the air, Ripper gave her the boots. “Do about what?”

“Walking around without any underwear,” Joyce all but wailed at him. She looked at him as if he had two heads. “I can’t go walking around without any panties on!”

“Why not?” Ripper said as he grinned at her. “I’m not wearing any.”

“But-that’s you! I can’t!” Joyce said, her face as red as a tomato. Ripper lifted his eyebrow at her and Joyce stared at him, scandalized. “I-you-with you it’s different!”

“Why?” Ripper asked as he pulled her into his arms and captured her mouth. When she was clinging to him, his hands went under her skirt and cupped her bare bottom. His hands kneaded her soft flesh, his voice became a low purr, as he coaxed, “No one but me will know and I sure as hell won’t tell anyone.”

“But, Ripper,” Joyce protested weakly, her body starting liquefy. She gasped when his fingers entered her. Her hands grabbed his shoulders as his fingers quickly worked their magic on her. Lightning bolts ripped through her as she climaxed quickly. “Ripper!”

Ripper held her as she leaned weakly against him. When she looked at him with dazed eyes, he kissed her ears, then her nose as he coaxed. “Besides, think of it as fast and easy access, kitten. You without your knickers, me without mine and only the both of us knowing what we aren’t wearing…and doing things together, like riding the copper’s car.”

“Right, the copper’s car,” Joyce repeated dazedly as she nodded, leaning heavily against him. Heat started to curl in her lower belly as she thought about it. The image of her and Ripper on the cop’s car flashed through her mind and she felt her insides start to melt, her knees starting to weaken. Then she shook her head as if to clear it. When she became more focused, she looked up and frowned at him as she pulled away from him. He was licking his fingers and smirking like the cat that just ate a bird. “You have got to stop doing that.”

“Stop what?” Ripper asked her as he leaned against a crate. He slowly licked at the moisture on his fingers, watching Joyce, her face growing red when she realized what he was licking. He was willing to bet that she was becoming aroused again. Laconically, he took a step towards her. “You know, I really must follow that blush of yours-“

“No,” Joyce said quickly as she stepped back. She flushed even more when he looked at her. She did not trust that gleam in his eyes, and she most certainly did not trust herself around him, especially since her body was still humming from what his fingers just did. “No, you don’t.”

Ripper quirked his eyebrow at her as she took one more step back and lifted her hands up, as if to ward him off. She then pointed a finger at him. “You just stay right there. And don’t move. You just turn around and don’t look at me. I’m going to put my boots and we’re going to go out and get some chocolate. I think the candy factory is near the wharf.”

He simply looked at her, then down at her chest where her nipples were pebbled against her sweater, and her face flushed even more. Stepping back, Joyce stammered, “I can’t think when you look at me. And especially can’t think when you touch me. Don’t you move! Now, I want some candy, so you just turn around so that we can get out of here. Stop distracting me.”

With a dramatic sigh, Ripper obeyed her orders. As he heard her zip up her boots, he started to image himself taking them off of her, with his teeth. And then kissing every inch of her long legs, and then having those legs flung over his shoulder as he...[Bloody hell, man! You’re turning into a randy goat!] Wincing because his jeans suddenly grew tight, he adjusted himself a bit. “You know, kitten, I have an idea-“

“No, no ideas from the peanut gallery, my darling. Every time you get ideas, I get distracted and don’t get fed,” Joyce said as she came up from behind him. She skirted his embrace as he followed her out from their private little niche. Reaching into her coat pocket, she took out the candy bar she took from the cop and broke off a piece as she quickly headed towards the door. “We are going out to get some more candy before I have my wicked way with you. I need my energy and you need to rest up.”

“I see,” Ripper drawled as followed her out the door. Catching up to her, he took a piece of chocolate. “So I guess this means that you don’t like how I taste.”

Blushing, Joyce stopped on the street and answered back saucily. “I didn’t say that. I just think you’ll taste better with chocolate. And I just love cream and chocolate.”

“Do you now?” Ripper teased as he followed her out the door. “How is it that I didn’t know that?”

“You knew, but you were too busy doing something else,” purred Joyce as she smiled at him, using that very female smile which made everything male in him stand up and notice. She was about to flit away when his hand caught hers. Entwining her fingers with his, she started to pull him down the street.

“Oh, was I?” Refusing to move, Ripper stopped her, his voice husky as he looked at her. “And just what was I doing?”

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Joyce smiled at that smile again as she purred shyly. “You were busy feeding me the cream.” Joyce tiptoed up to kiss his nose. “Race you to the candy factory.”

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