Chapter 9: Equal Trade

Fate would have it that Rachel’s phone would ring the exact moment Jace gripped her ass and slipped the fat head of his long cock inside of her. Fate would also have it that the person who called her at such an inconvenient moment would be her fiancé, Chase.

She glanced over at her phone and could see the picture of Chase’s eyes staring back at her. She was the one who took the picture on the same day he'd proposed to her the previous year. Then her body shivered in excitement as Jace swiveled his hips just right. For a second, she felt a tinge of guilt, which was eased by the pleasure of Jace pumping himself deep. As Jace fondled her, Rachel couldn’t help but think that during the seven-year courtship, Chase had to at some points have been with another woman. He was intelligent, good looking, charming and always off interviewing for his latest and greatest book. It was inevitable, and that thought is what got Rachel through her own infidelity. That’s how it works, right?

“Damn, you got some good pussy,” Jace’s hand reached around and massaged her teeming clit, while Chase’s handsome face faded from the phone screen. Rachel wanted to vomit at such a comment. Nothing was more disgusting than a guy who tried to act like he was the shit. While he might have been a bit of a sexual reprieve while Chase was away, he sure as hell wasn’t Chase. Although, he was adequate in other ways. Rachel pushed back against Jace’s thrusts, reveling in the feel of his length and girth.

Her mind drifted to a fantasy she wanted fulfilled, and in her mind’s eye she saw her Chase in the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed, stroking his long cock, looking in her eyes, while Jace fucked her from behind.

“Yeah, I feel you baby.” Jace wrapped a single muscular arm around her waist before he twisted onto his back. His cock slipped from her dripping folds, but her eager hand enfolded his throbbing shaft.

He laid her atop his chest while she stroked him, worshipping the feel of his dick in her hand before slipping him back inside. They both groaned as she started to ride him.

“You okay girl?” his deep baritone echoed in her ears, and she nodded a reply. He had one hand massaging her clit, while the other toyed with her left nipple.

“You relaxed?”

She nodded again, and imagined Chase by the bed, watching and soothing his cock while she motioned up and down.

“Relax, and ride slow.” Jace said. He started to move beneath her, rotating his hips with hers. His hands romanced her silky skin reveling in its feel as she responded to his touch with groans of pleasure.

“Relax baby,” he said as she dug her nails into his thighs. She breathed in, relaxing her body and slowing down her impending explosion.

After months of turning him down, she never imagined Jace would be so skilled, so hung, and on the verge of making her cum so quickly. He’d been her supervisor for over a year and despite his glancing looks every time she walked by, she hadn’t taken any of his advancements seriously. She’d been used to guys hitting on her and never thought twice about it. She had to remind herself that she was only fucking him to get a promotion – a big fucking pay raise. She was working late when he propositioned her. His hint at the promotion came with the letter he had already filled out and the bulge in his pants which he went out of his way to make sure she’d seen.

“Just once,” she’d told him. “That’s it.”

He agreed. With a wife at home Rachel didn’t think he would toss this opportunity out the door, nor go back on his word. No strings, just a fuck and then a favor.

And what Chase didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him, or her.

She saw her fiancé standing by the bed in her mind’s eye; his cock close but just out of reach for her lips to explore. Instead, he hypnotized her with the sight of his hands wrapping around his shaft, coaxing a drop of pre-cum which hung from his tip. That was when she felt a pop in her core, followed by a flood of her molten juices raining down on Jace’s granite cock.

“Yeah, I feel you. Keep coming on this dick.” Jace whelped. She turned to face him, and kissed his full lips.

“Not without you,” she said.

“Ain’t no pussy I can’t tame. You cumin’ first and often,”

“Next time I cum, I’m taking you with me,” Rachel bucked her hips catching him off guard. He grunted in surprise, and when she did it again, she watched his eyes roll up, and felt his head thrum against her spot.

“Yeah,” she said kissing him again. “Cum with me baby,”

Jace gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his length and bouncing her against his own rising hips. She felt him grow harder with each grunt while her own heat reaches its climax.

“Oh shit,” he moaned.

“I feel you,” she whispered as his cock throbbed once more before thick streams of his cum exploded onto her breasts.

Rachel’s eyes rolled upward as her orgasm burst free. She heard something fall to the floor as her body convulsed uncontrollably. She screamed Chase’s name as Jace kept fucking her as she drowned his rigid shaft under a deluge of her searing cum. He seemed to get off on hearing another man’s name screamed out. Rachel realized it was a sick fetish. One which she wholly gave into with each whisper, moan and burst of her fiancé’s name.

“Oh shit,” Jace bellowed as her tightening walls took him over the edge. She pulled his cock from her dripping pussy and stroked his unyielding length as cum poured from his cock.

“Told...you I’d...take you...with...me,” she said trying to catch her breath.

They kissed, as their bodies recovered from their carnal bliss, completely unaware of Chase’s second call as Rachel’s phone vibrated on the carpet.

"Fuck! That was some good shit. I'm a fucking Alpha beast." Jace jumped off the bed seemed to give himself an air-high-five.

Rachel immediately regretted her decision to sleep with him. He was an asshole at work. And he had no respect for women. She felt sorry for his wife, wondering how many times he'd used the promotion ploy to sleep with his employees. Certainly, she wasn't the first.

"You should go," she said.

"What, no dinner?"

She shook her head, disgusted. "No, you just had desert. Time to leave."

He didn't. For the net twenty minutes he lingered in the home. "Where'd you say he went?"

"He's looking at a place in Louisiana that he's been obsessed with. He wants the perfect writer's retreat."

Jace could care less what she was talking about. He seemed to be wasting time until he was able to go to round two. Rachel wouldn't have it. Then Rachel heard her phone vibrate again. "Hey, do you see my phone?"

Jace shook his head and when Rachel walked to look in the bathroom he leaned over and picked up her phone that had been near his foot. It was Chase. Jace clicked the button on the side of the phone and sent the call to voicemail. Fuck that dude. This is my night.

"Get the fuck out," Rachel yelled from the bathroom doorway. She'd seen him grab the phone and send it to voicemail. "You have no right to do that. Just fucking leave."

"Better watch it. You may not get that promotion after all."

"Oh, I will," she said.

He laughed and began putting on his clothes. "I don't think so. It's your attitude."

Rachel walked across the room and grabbed the phone. After a minute of toying with it she pressed play on a recording...

"Fuck Rachel. He's going to be out of town. Nobody will know. Besides, you can see the fat pay raise right here. All you got to do is give me some of that good ole pussy. Consider it an equal trade."

She stopped the recording. "There's more too." She said. Then watched Jace walk out the door.

"What a fucking asshole." Rachel was more than disgusted at what she did. But she'd fix that as best as she could. On her contact list she looked up Patrice Harper, Jace's wife. a few clicks later Rachel sent the recording.

"Equal trade mother fucker."

Rachel then called Chase.