He sticks his finger up your ass.

You grunt, then whimper as he sinks his finger into your rectum. "You can take it," he tells you," and begins to loosen you up with it. Despite your discomfort, you find yourself imagining that you're being used by two men at once, something you've never experienced but have thought about quite often. What if Rick had arranged for a friend to come join in the fun, without your knowledge? What if that friend showed up to find you like this, took one look at your defenseless ass, and decided to help himself to it? You'd be helpless to stop him, you stupid girl. How could you have put yourself in that situation? With Rick's cock in your mouth, you wouldn't even be able to protest. You'd have **** but to keep sucking him off, while getting butt fucked by a total stranger. It would probably feel a lot like what's happening right now.

As if reading your mind, and wanting to show you how that would really feel, Rick crams a second finger into your back door, stretching your sphincter even further. You cry out in pain around his cock, and this puts him over the edge. He cums like a fountain, and continues to work your head up and down until you have a mouthful of hot, viscous fluid. When you can no longer stand it, you loosen your lips from around him and let it flow out into his lap. As per your instructions, he keeps making you suck until long after he's finished.

"God, that was intense," he remarks when he finally releases you.

"Ya' think?" you say, dryly, and then, "sorry." You're apologizing for the mess you made by not swallowing, absentmindedly running your fingers through it as if you could clean it up that way. It was just so thick, and there was so much of it! You wonder how long it had been since Rick had an orgasm.

"Don't be sorry," he tells you, pointing towards the floor. "There's a shirt down there."

You reach down and pick it up, then use it to wipe your face, still tasting him on your tongue. "I can't believe I just did that," you say, more to yourself than him.

"You feelin' bad about it?"

"Not yet. I'm sure I will, but I wanted to do that for you. For me, too." You hand him the shirt, then kiss him on the cheek before pulling your jeans back up.

"Well, I owe you one, Jen."

You shake your head at this, not planning on giving him the chance to return the favor. This has to have been a one-time thing, so you thank him for lunch again, then open the door and step out.

"Hey, Carlisle!" he shouts before you can close it. "Your sister really send that text?"

Instead of answering, you simply smile and wave good-bye, allowing him to believe what he wants.