Chapter 26

***In honor of Richie's Birthday here is the next installment of MB! Have an awesome birthday Richie! We love you!!!***

Richie saw the firing squad approach and instinctively took Jasmine’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him with abject terror in her eyes and he felt ashamed for not having kept himself in check; he had wanted to kiss her and so he did, with complete disregard for the consequences and now he felt like a bastard.

Dot blazed across the room like a woman possessed and Richie felt scared. He could deal with Jon and his mood swings but Dot was something else entirely, she scared the crap out of him and he wasn’t frightened to admit it.

“My husband has something he needs to talk to you about so sit down and listen.” Dot demanded before taking the seat next to Jasmine, crossing her legs and looking at Jon expectantly.

Before Jon could get a word out Richie began talking ten to the dozen,

“I’m sorry Frank, we tried to stop it but we can’t deny it to ourselves. It’s been going on for a while now and we’ve been really careful not to be obvious when other people are around but I lost control today and it’s not Jasmine’s fault. Take it out on me but don’t blame her.”

Jon looked bemused at Richie and his rambling. Had Dot not been there he was certain that he would have let Richie sweat for a while but as he was being shot daggers from his wonderful woman, he decided to play it straight.

“Chill out man. Calm the fuck down and sit will ya? We’re not here to get on your ass. Yeah, we’re a bit shocked at what you two just did, considering that there are people from Island here tonight, but from our point of view, we really don’t care that much what you two get up to.”

Richie and Jasmine looked at each other, not sure whether to laugh or to stay silent.

“What do you mean exactly?” Jasmine all but whispered,

“I mean that you two could have been honest with us from the start. I’m assuming you didn’t say anything because you were concerned about the contract but you needn’t have worried with us, the contract is with Island, not us.”

“Oh.” Was all Jasmine and Richie were able to say.

“Yeah, and just so you know, you weren’t that good at hiding it. We’ve known for ages,” David piped up with a grin on his face.

“Then why didn’t you sons of bitches say anything?” Richie stood up and straightened to his full height.

“Because it was too much fun watching you two sneak around,” David replied, nudging Tico and Hugh, who were flanking him,

“Yeah, we’re sorry,” they said in unison but not looking a bit sorry.

“You bastards.” Richie chuckled, not able to deny that he would have done the same thing had it been someone else in the situation.

“Well, seeing as the big secret is out now, I think it’s about time Jas and I headed home before we get ourselves into any more trouble. I’ll talk to you children tomorrow.” He said, holding out his hand for Jasmine before practically hauling her out of the building and shoving her into the waiting town car.

Once in the car Jasmine let out a sigh that she didn’t know she had been holding,

“What a relief it’s out in the open now. No more hiding and grabbing a quick five minutes here and there.” She said to Richie.

“I guess,” he mumbled as he kissed a trail of soft warm kisses down her neck, over her shoulder and over the expanse of skin exposed just above her breasts. To Richie Jasmine smelled divine, good enough to eat, and he wanted to savor every inch of her. He returned his lips to hers and pressed them together firmly, eliciting a moan from Jasmine and feeling her hands bunch in his hair. Jasmine pulled his head closer to her and when satisfied that he was close enough she wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss as deeply as he was giving it. Her lips parted, allowing him access and their tongues danced with each other as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Jasmine’s warm hands had wormed their way into Richie’s shirt through the gap left by the unused buttons and were roaming the scorching expanse of toned muscles, pausing to play with his nipples when she came across them.

Richie had lifted Jasmine onto his lap and she was in no position to deny his want for her as it was pressing achingly against her material covered core. His hands smoothed over her thighs, getting higher and higher on every stroke, his calloused fingers kneeding her skin and sliding further under her dress.

The privacy window had not been closed when they entered the car and Richie realized this in a few seconds of lucidity somewhere on the outskirts of New York City. He leaned forward, taking Jasmine with him, and slid the window shut.

“Now we can really be alone,” he murmured and continued his tour of her body with his hands and lips. Jasmine shifted on his lap causing him to hiss as his cock grew even more in his pants.

“Feels like you’re gonna burst out of there before too long.” She said, sliding off his lap and onto her knees. Richie’s eyes widened at the realization of what she was about to do and for a second he thought about stopping her as he needed her so badly and didn’t want to wait. What stopped him was the sensation of her tongue wrapping itself around him and being dragged up and down. He all but lost the last little bit of control when her mouth slid over him and took his whole length until he hit the soft part at the back of her mouth. She massaged him with this part of her throat then sucked hard as she dragged her mouth upwards, pushing downwards again keeping her grip on him firm. 

He clenched his fists into the leather of the seats and closed his eyes tightly. Jasmine moved faster and faster over him and could feel the tightening and throbbing begin.

“Stop. Please, I want to taste you,” Richie gasped but Jasmine didn’t pay any attention, only continuing her ministrations and sucking Richie into oblivion.

She began to hum as she felt him tighten further; looking down she saw his knuckles were white with the force of him clenching his fists. With a few last swirls of her tongue and a swipe across his tip she felt him let go and the warm liquid spurt onto the back of her throat as he groaned for the length of his climax. She continued licking him like a lollypop until he was empty. 

Jasmine returned to the seat next to Richie and rested her head on his heaving chest as he fought to regain his normal breathing patterns. Richie rested his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, his other hand brushing through her hair, a pastime that was becoming one of his favorites.

“That was amazing sweetheart, thank you. When we get home you can be sure I’ll be returning the favor.”

“Don’t thank me. I like doing it. I love seeing the effect I can have on you, to know that I made you do that.”

“Yeah, it was all you, and you do it so well. You want a soda or something from the fridge?”

Jasmine knew what Richie was really alluding to and loved him for it. Although she enjoyed giving head and wasn’t really that bothered about swallowing. It did leave a funny taste in her mouth and she would rather be rid of it. 

“Yeah, that would be great thank you.” She said, taking the can from him and dripping the condensation drops onto his chest.

“Jas, I can’t take any more just now, please wait the ten minutes until we get home.” Richie chuckled and grabbed her to continue his exploration under her dress.