My Neck My Back By Richard Cheese Novels & Stories

"Whatever you create for me will be amazing, I'm sure." I wrapped my measuring tape across his torso and lean in close to read the measurement, brushing my body against his as do so. Richard inhaled sharply and cleared his throat uncomfortably, making me smile. "Oh, I forgot your neck." I rose to my tiptoes and pressed my breasts against his chest as I wrapped my measuring tape around his neck, my lips brushing over his jaw as I leaned in. He groaned softly, and a rush of desire rushed through me when I felt him harden against my stomach.

He took out a $100 bill and put it in the tip jar, then he turned to her, “Shall we go?” Show off, she thought. She smiled and stood up to leave. “Have a good day, Sir,” the barista said. “You too, Steve,” he called him by his first name. Richard was tall, and from his posture, she could tell he worked out regularly. His biceps were visible from how his sweater shaped around his shoulders and arms. He pulled up his sleeves and his hairy forearms showed. Not too much hair, enough for her to imagine that he probably had some chest hair that she really liked.

Richard was a powerful man, a tycoon with a ruthless streak, and she was his prize, his secret indulgence. Her heart pounded as the door clicked open. Richard entered, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest. His dark hair was tousled, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger she'd come to both fear and crave. At thirty-eight, he exuded control, his body honed from years of discipline—muscular arms, a chiseled jaw, and a presence that made the air thicken.

With a sly smile, she whispered, "Nothing." Richard's eyes sparkled as he tightened his grip on her waist. "You mentioned hurting your back earlier, didn't you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. Adrienne nodded, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Unexpectedly, in one fluid motion, he gently guided her body, placing her waist against the edge of the table and encouraging her to arch her back. With her palms pressed firmly on the smooth surface, she braced herself. Taking notice of her trust, he rolled her sweatshirt halfway up her back, exposing the tense muscles beneath. Using his skilled thumbs, he applied firm pressure to her back, his other fingers providing support along her sides. A

Richard said, rubbing his bandaged head. “Maybe you should have asked like a normal person. That wack in the head should reset your brain,” Arthur fired again. “Arthur!” I scolded, but it didn't have any effect on him. I shook my head, turning to Richard. “Open it,” he urged with a smile. In the box was a beautiful diamond necklace. It was stunning. “This looks expensive,” I said. Richard nodded. “I spent most of my savings on it,” he chuckled. “Do you like it?”

Not when I rounded the corner and saw him. Richard stood at the stove, his back to me, the muscles of his shoulders flexing beneath the thin white apron tied around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the powerful lines of his body, the way his trousers hung low on his hips, the hint of his ass flexing as he moved, the broad expanse of his back tapering to a narrow waist. My mouth went dry. I could see it, the apron strings undone, the fabric slipping away to reveal the hard planes of his chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to the thick, veined cock I knew was straining against his zipper.

The guy asked as he ate. "I don't have a child... It's Soft Technology" Richard replied blandly, cutting his steak. "Cool, and it's making billions already?" The guy asked. "I believe so. What's your name again? I forgot" Richard replied. "Arrow" the guy nodded, then he choked on his meal. He was coughing as he reached for a cup of water, but Richard pushed the cup away from the table, and it landed soundly on the ground, shattering.

I held his head and tracked my fingers to his soft earlobe. He gently traced his hand to my zipper and drew it down. The dress came loose and the strap fell off my shoulders. He slowly grabbed the helm of the dress, rolling into a whip before taking it off my head, my legs trembling waiting for his touch. Richard was six feet four, and his body was perfectly toned, his palms were twice my size so I felt every touch and stroke he gave in my spine.

The head is inset with a green crystal, catching the light of the candles, splintering it. Richard smiles slightly. "I thought the colour would suit you. One should choose jewellery according to the wearer wouldn't you say...?" He loosens his tie then, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, slides it out. "... And I think you know where it's going?" He takes a step or two towards Beth, offering out his wrists. As she slips open his cufflinks and sets them to one side, her eyes are narrow green rims circling great black pupils Rolling up his shirtsleeves, Richard returns to Charlotte. She's breathing heavily as he plucks the plug from her fingers. More heavily as I lay my hand between her

Though it was exquisite, it was still simple and she fell in love with it. And Richard... Richard stood at the counter with his back to Ava. He was reaching up to get things out of a cabinet. It was then she noticed he had changed into something comfortable. He wore a long sleeve turtleneck green sweater over a black fitted jean trousers that hugged his hips and thighs. She would never get bored from looking at this wonderful work of creation. Oops! Then he turned, with porcelain plates in his hands and smiled widely at her. His eyes were warm as he looked her over and she couldn't help but advance into the kitchen.