Something to Someone (Someone, Somewhere #2)

Chapter 11

ELEVEN

THREE WISHES

Caroline

My ankles locked around Ryder’s waist, and my hands landed on his shoulders. One second, he was wading through the water, and the next, he set me on the tiled edge of the pool.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, but it was a pointless question. Especially when one of his hands returned to my cheek and tilted my head higher with his thumb, crushing his mouth to mine.

Lightness like I’d never known radiated through me. His lips felt more amazing than I imagined. There was no other way to describe them. They were firm yet soft, and every feeling he’d ever had toward me was communicated in that one single meeting of our lips. It was more overwhelming and powerful than I ever thought possible.

But it didn’t stop there. His tongue swiped against my lips, and I knew it would have been a shame not to taste him. My hands on his shoulders banded around his neck and tugged him closer as our tongues tangled. His hands were everywhere all at once, fisting in my hair and memorizing each inch of my body he cou ld reach. It was a brutal, hungry kiss as both of us fought for dominance and control.

It was better than any kiss before it, and any kiss after was unlikely to surpass it. That thought along with the clawing, heady desire settling low in my stomach and burning through my veins, made me pull back.

“Fucking trouble,” I muttered, but Ryder wasn’t done. He reached behind me and found the towel I’d tossed there for after my swim. He positioned it and urged me to lay back with a hand at the base of my throat.

An uncanny desire burned bright in his eyes, and I couldn’t resist it. I wanted to see where he would take this, and fuck, he was right. I wanted him, too.

My head dropped down on top of the perfectly placed towel, and his eyes swept over me. Another shiver, not from the colder night air, and I was on the verge of begging the longer he stood there, studying me but not touching me. I’d never begged before in my life, and the words clawing up my throat and poised on my tongue were foreign. It was a feeling I couldn’t decide if I enjoyed, but luckily, Ryder’s hands interrupted my thoughts.

He tapped the inside of my thighs and stared down at where my little swimsuit bottoms covered my sex.

“Open your legs for me,” he requested. “Give me a little room to play.”

“Ryder,” I said again, but he shook his head and shot me a hardened look.

“The next time you say my name, I want it to be between moans as you’re coming on my tongue, okay? Now, open your fucking legs.”

I wasn’t one to easily give up control. Often, I found myself the more dominant one in the bedroom—or on the edge of the pool—but there was something about his growly, hungry disposition that made me drop my legs open.

He groaned and licked his lips. “Thank you,” he said politely, runnin g his hands from my knees up the inside of my thighs until his thumbs brushed against the edge of my swimsuit.

“You’re only welcome if you know what you’re doing down there.”

A cocky smile and the glint in his eyes was his only response. Propping up on my elbows, I stared down my body where his thumb brushed over my swimsuit between my legs. It was the lightest tease of pressure, but it was pointed, sweeping over my slit and swollen clit. It was enough to have my hips lifting off the ground beneath me and searching for more.

“I can’t wait to prove to you that I not only know what I’m doing but convince you I’m the best you’ll ever have,” he stated confidently. And the laugh that leaped from my lips was unintentional yet perfectly conveyed how I felt about his statement.

His eyes shot to mine and rather than dull the confidence I’d noticed before, it seemed to amplify it. I didn’t doubt that Ryder would be good, but the best I ever had was a high bar to reach, let alone surpass. A kiss was one thing. But I’d had some really, really good sex. Although I didn’t doubt that he would try.

His thumb brushed against me again, and my eyes fluttered closed for a moment until I felt him move. I looked down just in time to see him kneeling in front of me.

“Lucky for you, I also do my best convincing on my knees,” he said, leaning forward until I could feel his warm breath between my thighs where the pulsing was growing stronger with each passing second. The spot where he’d decided to set me was at the shallower end of the pool which meant on his knees, he was nearly eye level with my cunt.

The first brush of his lips was against my right thigh where he lingered, tasting my skin and teasing the absolute shit out of me. His eyes caught mine as he slowly moved to the other side and placed a kiss in the same spot on my opposite thigh.

“Teasing me is not helping convince me,” I ground out.

His chuckle was wry and cruel. He was enjoying the tease, his at tention never leaving my face and examining each of my minute reactions. But he gave in, at least a little and pressed an open-mouth kiss to my pussy. Even over my swimsuit, the sensation was enough that I dropped my head back and moaned.

He’d barely touched me, he’d barely begun, yet I felt like I was already poised on the precipice of release. Teetering on the edge, I looked back down to watch his tongue flatten against where my clit was throbbing behind the wet material. Damp from the water and my arousal.

“Fuck, I’m teasing myself, too,” he murmured, reaching for one of the two ties at my hips that kept the swimsuit up. I held my breath as he tugged the little bow, and it fell open. He didn’t waste any time switching to the other side. He slipped the tie open and slid his fingers beneath the fabric. In one swift motion, he ripped them from my body and tossed them to the side.

His responding groan was enough to make my toes curl. Reverent fingers ran down my lips and spread me apart, completely exposing my cunt to the air and Ryder’s unwavering gaze. With his mouth slightly parted, he stared at me for several long seconds before inhaling a shaking breath.

“Fucking beautiful. I couldn’t imagine a pussy this pretty no matter how long or hard I tried. You’re perfect, Caroline.”

His compliment made my skin warm, and my legs widened of their own accord. I had the fleeting thought—well, more than fleeting—that we shouldn’t be doing this. That it was so very wrong, but it felt so, so good. Both sides of my mind warring with each other like the angel and devil on my shoulders, but they quieted when his thumb brushed against my slit.

He fingered my opening and dragged his touch higher until he found my clit. A brush of his thumb against the already pulsing spot made heat radiate up my stomach and settle in my arms and legs.

“Fuck,” I muttered, and I was too far gone already to care about the cocky grin tilting Ryder’s perfect lips. Holding me apart with one hand, the other began an enticing rhythm against the needy point.

But I wanted more. And when our eyes connected, it was like he could read my thoughts. He brought his two middle fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. My pussy clamped around nothing knowing exactly what he was about to do with those two fingers. And if he didn’t, I think I might have screamed.

Slowly, he pulled them free. The moonlight and soft pool lights reflected against the spit collecting around each digit as he lowered them just as methodically. His fingers poised at my entrance, he pushed inside.

He tilted his head back and shuttered his eyes closed as I sucked in a sharp breath. Every muscle clamped around his thick fingers, and I fell back until my head hit the towel yet again. All the lingering thoughts that what we were doing was wrong vanished with his fingers inside me and his tongue licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to devour me.

“I swear, if you don’t fucking—” move , I was about to growl, but my words disappeared on a needy groan when he crooked his fingers. In one, two movements, he found that spot just a few inches inside that made me see stars.

Then something wet and soft—his tongue—connected with my clit, and those stars began to pulse with a deep, frenetic energy. He flattened his tongue against me and started a rhythm that made me reach forward and bury my fingers in his silky, thick hair. I held him tightly to me and tested his resolve by tentatively grinding my hips. All I wanted to do was bury his face against my pussy and ride his tongue until I screamed, but I didn’t know how much he could take.

His responding guttural groan when I tugged on his hair was enough, but then he said, “Yes, ride my face. Show me exactly how you want me to pleasure you then come all over my fucking tongue. ”

So, I did as he asked and as I wanted. I dug my hand harder into his scalp, and his skillful fingers and eager tongue only worked faster, better with the pain.

There was no climb or ascent to ecstasy. The orgasm was swift and brutal. The stars behind my eyes suddenly exploded, and all the pleasure winding its way through my body released in a sudden wave.

Ryder kept his perfect rhythm through the bucking and grinding of my hips even when it felt like I was going to snap his fingers in half or rip out his hair.

My body shuddered in the aftermath, the orgasm waning like the ripples in the water surrounding Ryder. Several deep breaths later, and I was still unsettled by how intense and all-consuming the climax was.

“Fuck, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Ryder murmured, and I glanced down my body to find his eyes glued to my face. His fingers started up again, grinding against my inner walls which were still tender and swollen from my release. “You must have been really wound up.”

That was part of it, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “It’s not that hard to make me come, especially not the first time. You’re not that special.”

“Hmm…” he hummed, leaning down and replacing his lips against my clit. “Then I’ll just have to do it again and again until you can finally admit that you enjoy having me between your legs. That I could possibly be the best you’ve ever had.”

He slipped his tongue up and down my slit and lathered my cunt in open-mouth kisses. Any arguments I had died on my tongue as the lingering tenderness dissipated, and my desire stirred. With his free hand, he palmed the inside of my left thigh and shoved it down until it hit the cold tile surrounding the pool. The pressure he applied, holding me in place and wide open, was feeding my need.

Raising my hands, I cupped my breasts over my admittedly tiny swimsuit top and pinched my nipples through the fabric. Pleasu re spiked, and a moan ripped from my lips as I ground my hips against Ryder’s face.

“Yes, come on, baby. Let them hear you,” he purred.

Through a groan, I panted, “I have neighbors, and don’t call me baby.”

His tongue still pressed against my most private parts, I could feel the vibration of his laugh against me.

“Okay, pretty girl, but I would still love to hear you moaning my name. Please, Caroline.”

Still massaging my breast with one hand, I wound my fingers back through his hair with the other. I tugged hard enough at the root that he had no choice but to rear back. Staring down at him, the sight nearly made me come on the spot. My arousal was dripping down his mouth, collecting around his chin and the stubble that rubbed against my thighs. He licked remnants from his lips, and his blue eyes fluttered like it was the most glorious taste he’d ever experienced. Blue eyes that were unnaturally dark, his pupils blown with his own need.

My thighs were spread indecently wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, and he sat between them like a starving man prepared for a feast.

“Make me come again,” I said between clenched teeth. “And I’ll scream your name exactly how you want me to. For every one of my neighbors to hear.”

“Yes,” he panted eagerly. “Yes, let me—” I loosened my grip, he dropped his head forward, and he ate like a man starved.

A few urgent, strong sweeps of his tongue were enough to make me forget where we were, who we were to each other. Thick fingers scissored inside me, but the fingers of his free hand trailed up my stomach, inch by excruciating inch, until he cupped my breast.

God, it felt so much better to have his large hand against me rather than in my own. He dipped beneath the fabric and with one swipe of his finger against my tender nipple, my body shuddered in an orgasm just as swift and violent as the first .

“Oh, fuck, Ryder,” I moaned into the air around us. And it had nothing to do with the promise I’d made. It was second nature to shout his name. It felt right to exclaim exactly who was making me come.