Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Caroline
Maybe I was sadistic, but I loved the sound of Ryder’s whimpered pleas.
It had been a careful dance, pulling back at the precise moment when he was about to come and letting the edge quickly taper off. By the fifth time, I thought he was on the verge of crying. His cock was red, the tip nearly purple, and angrily hard. I could see the thick veins pulsing just beneath the taut skin.
His arms yanked against the restraints, and I’d never been worried about them coming free until it was Ryder’s wrists they were tied around. He’d crawled across the floor to my feet, let me tie him up, and willingly accepted the blindfold still covering his eyes. Then he’d begged so well while I edged him. Panting and whimpering for more, grinding his hips up to find my hand or mouth, he took everything I gave him and still said “please” when he asked for more.
In my bedroom, we were just us. Two people with an insatiable craving for one another. A craving that I had nowhere near curbed .
Watching a big, tall man submit to my will and desire was a heady feeling. It made me crave him even more.
Poised on my knees between Ryder’s shaking legs, his back bowed. He was leaking everywhere, pre-cum slipping down his shaft and collecting around his base.
“Oh, fuck, Caroline,” he cried. Similar to the veins wrapping around his cock, the veins down his forearms were bulging as he flexed against the restraints. “Please, let me come. Please, please .”
He was barely hanging on, and I knew I’d been cruel enough. I leaned over his cock and spit directly on the crown, using my hand to coat the underside. He moaned, and I noted the sheen of sweat across his face and chest and the blush over his cheeks and neck.
God, I’d really tortured him. But I had every intention of making up for it.
I slung both of my legs over his hips and settled directly on top of him. I nestled the underside of his cock between my legs and moaned when his thick crown brushed against my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted as I began to move my hips. “Your pussy feels so good, pretty girl. God, you feel so good.”
He began rocking in time with me, using my wetness to easily slide his cock between my lips. I braced my hands against his stomach and was overcome by the sensations pounding through me. Edging him for so long and watching his body react to mine was erotic. My stomach tightened with an orgasm that built and built until I was frantically grinding against him.
The head of his cock pressed against my opening and almost slipped inside, but I moved at just the right moment to keep that from happening.
Reaching forward, I didn’t think past what I was doing when I tugged the blindfold up and tossed it across the room. Ryder blinked several times, but neither of us stopped moving.
As the sun dipped closer to the horizon, the room wasn’t as bright as it was when we started, but it still took him a moment to reacclimate. When he did, his dark, desire-filled eyes r aked over my naked body, taking in the view of me slipping over his cock. My breasts bounced with the movement and all the muscles in my stomach tensed as the orgasm neared.
Lower yet, his jaw went slack when he saw the head of his cock peek out from underneath me. “Fuck, that’s a good view,” he muttered. “Are you going to come all over my cock, pretty girl? I want to watch you fall apart. I can feel you tightening on top of me. Come on, beautiful.”
Two more jerks of my hips, and I shattered. I tipped my head back and dug my nails into his stomach. The cries that fell from my lips were unhindered as my entire body relented to the pleasure.
A deep contentment fell over me, and my hips slowed. But Ryder was still rock hard and urgently thrusting against me. He was so, so close, and I had no intention of edging him any longer.
In one swift move, I was off his lap and kneeling between his legs once again. Only this time, he could see the view of me wrapping my hand around his dripping cock and sliding my mouth over the tip. I’d been edging him for so long, I knew it wouldn’t take any time, but what I didn’t expect was for him to explode the moment I started.
The volume of his cries rivaled mine, and I was happy my neighbors weren’t in earshot. Every muscle in his body tensed as he unloaded against my tongue. I swallowed it all and moaned at the taste of our combined releases.
His orgasm went on for so long my jaw ached, and what I couldn’t manage to swallow dripped down the sides of his thick cock. Saying it to his face wasn’t likely, but I couldn’t help but think how perfect and pretty it looked. I’d never thought a dick looked pretty before—it was a fine appendage that had its uses. But fuck, he was making me second guess everything I’d ever thought.
With a pop, I released him and went to work licking up the excess dripping down his shaft. His eyes devoured the sight of me, and my skin was warm with his attention.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. I want a taste,” he panted, and I licked one last drop beading at his tip before crawling up his body. He leaned up as far as he could and met my lips. Our kiss was instantly intense, tongues dueling for dominance as he invaded my mouth. His moan was sweet, and I could feel it down to my toes.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had called me hot, but I really liked the honest, unfettered compliment.
Eventually, we parted, and I rested my forehead against his. My hand dropped to his chest, and I could feel the frantic beat of his heart against my palm. It matched mine almost perfectly, and I was soothed by the rhythm.
I wanted to linger there longer—in the moments after when everything was quiet, and it was just us.
That was why I couldn’t sit there another moment. I sat up and ignored the confused look marring Ryder’s features as I quickly untied one wrist then the other and slid off the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” I called over my shoulder. I hurried into the bathroom, closed the door, and slumped against it.
What the fuck did I just do?
I wasn’t prepared for the torrent of emotions that suddenly surfaced. “No, no, no, ” I muttered to myself, dropping my face into my hands. It was so easy to give in with Ryder. I was a full-grown, adult woman with my own business and house and life, yet when he turned that stupid charming smirk on me and said the first thing that came to mind, my willpower disappeared. It was becoming a problem, and unfortunately, I didn’t have a solution.
And the most terrifying part wasn’t that we’d done something I swore to myself I’d never do, it was that I’d loved every second of it, and all I wanted to do was make sure it happened again.
Consequences be damned .
Then there was the reality that he might be leaving and that somehow made everything even worse.
With a frustrated groan, I pushed off the door. Nothing was going to get solved in my bathroom while Ryder was still in my bedroom. I simultaneously wanted to go back out there and stay in the bathroom forever. He would have to leave eventually, anyway.
I used the restroom and proceeded to search for my favorite robe for way too long. It wasn’t in its usual place hanging on my closet door.
I flipped through every single piece of clothing I owned until I remembered I’d left it in my bedroom on top of my dresser. Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths and braced my shaking hand on the bathroom door.