Something to Someone (Someone, Somewhere #2)

Chapter 22

TWENTY-TW O

RED, WHITE, AND FUCKING BLUE

Ryder

Caroline made this sweet sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and I couldn’t help but smile against her pussy.

When I woke up that morning, I didn’t expect all my dreams to come true.

But there I was, lapping at Caroline’s fabric-covered cunt, living them anyway.

When she showed up at my door I was confused, but when she dropped her coat, exposing the bikini she wore underneath, I swore I was hallucinating. A fantasy that only lived in my head until twenty minutes ago. One I never expected to experience.

I couldn’t remember the last time I was that happy. Excitement and desire were pumping through my veins faster than I could cope, and the result was me almost coming in my pants or in my hand at least three times since she walked through the door.

I hadn’t had such little control over my body since, well, since I met Caroline for the first time when I was only fifteen.

The fabric between her legs was soaking wet. Both from my mouth and her arousal pooling underneath it. Flattening my tongue , I mercilessly licked from her clit up to her opening. Even through her swimsuit, I could taste a hint of her sweetness, so perfectly earthy and mouthwatering.

My own desire sat heavy in my lower stomach. With every stroke of my tongue against her pussy and swipe of my fist over my cock, it grew sharper and more impossible to ignore. My orgasm eager to make its presence known. Hastily, I dropped my cock and let it bounce between my thighs.

Focus on Caroline, I had to focus on her. My now empty hand ran up her thigh from her knee to the delicious part of her ass that curved the bottom of her cheek. Her smooth skin twitched under my touch, and I doubled my efforts between her legs, pressing my tongue against the outline of her clit and upping the pressure as much as I could in the position I was in.

Eating pussy from behind was so underrated.

“Fuck, Ryder,” Caroline moaned, and my cock kicked at the sound of my name. It was a wonder what this woman did to me.

“Tell me, beautiful. What do you need?”

She gasped and shifted, reaching down her body and motioning with her fingers between her legs. “Push them to the side. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

One final lick and I leaned back to look down at the perfect image of her bent over, ass in the air on my bed. “It is see-through,” I said casually, running my finger along the wet spot blooming where the white and blue met. Where I could see the outline of her cunt and the dark pink of her lips. “In case you were curious.”

“Your hypothesis was right. I’m so impressed .” The last word died on a moan as I did as she asked, pushing the bikini to the side and exposing her dripping cunt. I tugged the fabric farther to the side and ran my index and middle fingers along her swollen lips.

She bucked into my hand, and I spread her apart. “Your pussy is winking at me, searching for something to clamp down on. Wh at do you want first, pretty girl? My fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”

Her answer was muffled by the blankets beneath her. “What was that?”

“Your mouth,” she said again, louder and with barely restrained frustration.

As usual, my response to her annoyance was a smile. But I was in a giving mood, especially when it meant my face between her legs, so I wasn’t going to deny either of us a second longer.

I kneeled and buried my face against her pussy. Placing dirty, open-mouth kisses everywhere I could reach, I teased her clit with my thumb and fucked her with my tongue. She loved it as much as I knew she would, and I felt lucky to have that knowledge. Knowing what made Caroline moan and grind and reach back to tug my hair made me feel like I was flying.

And she did all of those things—she moaned that pretty, throaty moan that sounded almost broken as she ground back onto my face and fumbled to find my head.

“Fuck, Ryder. Right there, right there. Harder.”

Yes ma’am , I thought.

She gripped my hair and held me against her as I fucked her harder with my tongue and added pressure to her clit. Her entire body suddenly seized, and she was pulsing against my mouth. My hands gripped her ass and spread her wider so she could use me as she pleased.

Once the orgasm ebbed, and she released my hair, I pushed onto my knees and replaced my tongue in her pussy with two fingers. She jerked forward, still sensitive and unsuspecting, but I wrapped a hand around the place where her shoulder and neck met to keep her still.

“You’re not going anywhere until I get one more. I know you have at least one more in you,” I said. I crooked my fingers and found the spot that would make her legs shake. “Show me how well you’ll strangle my cock once I get inside this perfect cunt. Show me how tight you’ll choke me. ”

The words tumbling out of my mouth were a product of delirious pleasure. I wasn’t thinking about what I said except for the fact that every time I spoke, she clenched around me like she was urging me to say more.

Tightening my grip around the side of her neck, she turned her head to the side so I could see the euphoria twisting her features. Eyes squeezed shut, her plump lips were parted. Her blonde hair was in messy waves around her face.

My brutally hard cock nudged her ass, and each unintentional thrust against her soft skin was torturous. Before the worst could happen and I unloaded all over her ass, I shifted enough that my cock was once again hanging miserably between my legs.

“So good, so good,” she chanted, and I ran my hand over the curve of her ass where my cock had just been. At first it was a fleeting thought—I wondered what her smooth skin would look like reddened by my palm. But I latched on to it and couldn’t let it go until I knew.

The first slap was light, tentative. A way to test and gauge her reaction. Her walls tightened around my fingers, and her hands clambered for the blankets.

“More?”

“Yes,” she hissed, and I didn’t wait to land the second, much harder slap. Her skin bloomed red, but it didn’t stain the way I wanted. So, I landed four more, two on each side.

“Fuck, look at that recoil,” I muttered, running a soothing hand over her before doing it again and again.

Her startled cries pierced the air, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d spanked her when she began fucking herself back on my hand and shivering through her release. The way she tightened around my fingers, it was impossible to move them. The muscles in her back flexed, and I rubbed the tender globes of her ass. But it was the orgasm coating my hand and gushing toward me that was a pleasant surprise.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I whispered as she stilled and collapsed down o nto the bed. My fingers were sore from how hard I’d been fucking her with them, and the palm of my other hand tingled. But I didn’t care about any of it. I was focused solely on the sated woman on my bed, and the wet spot between her shaking legs.

Slowly, she pushed herself off the bed and looked back. “Did I—?” she began, but I was already nodding.

“Squirt? Hell, yes you did.” I smiled, and for the first time ever, Caroline looked sheepish and almost embarrassed. It was sweet, but she had no reason to feel anything besides content, happy. “That was one of the hottest things—if not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

To prove my point, I glanced down at my fingers, still covered in her, and dragged them across my tongue. She watched me, and all evidence of embarrassment disappeared. With narrowed eyes, she turned completely around and pressed up to her knees until we were inches apart. My fingers still in my mouth, she caught part of my hand and my lips with her kiss.

I let my fingers go with a pop as she said, “You look good with your mouth full.”

I smiled and let her find any remnants I’d left behind. She sucked my fingers like she did my cock—thoroughly.

“I know I do,” I said, and she grinned around my fingers, baring her teeth just enough to hurt and leave little indentations when I pulled them free. “Dirty, dirty girl.”

Shifting forward, I used my body weight and an arm around her waist to push her back onto the bed. “You’re about to look really fucking good with my cock buried deep in your dripping cunt.”

As if on cue, she reached between us and wrapped a hand around my shaft. I was already so wound up, my eyes slipped closed as I groaned and thrusted into her palm.

“Such big talk from a man who looks like he’s about to come from the slightest brush of my hand.”

My eyes popped back open, and I was moving in the next second . Reaching behind me, I yanked open the top drawer of my nightstand and ripped open a condom. I rolled it on and looked back at Caroline. She’d peeled back the little triangles of her bikini and was pushing her tits together, tugging and pinching her hard nipples.

In one quick movement, I tugged her bottoms down her legs and tossed them behind me. It was hot, pushing them aside when I ate her, but I didn’t want anything in the way the first time I was inside her.

I did the same with her top, pulling at the flimsy ties around her neck and back until I was able to throw that away, too. And finally, there was nothing between us.

“You act like you’re in charge,” I said through gritted teeth, leaning over her to plant my hand next to her head. My other wrapped around my cock, and I rubbed the head between those pretty lips and through her wetness. “But you showed up at my front door like a needy little slut. Dressed up in what you knew would make me crazy. An outfit that was guaranteed to get you fucked any and every way I could think of.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, but her eyes held that fight, fire, and intensity. She widened her legs and lifted her hands to wrap around my neck. She tugged me down and caressed my cheek as I notched my cock at her entrance.

“You’re right,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m needy for you, so prove you’re not all talk, Ryder.”

She kissed me, and I pushed forward. My crown breached, and I didn’t stop until our hips were flush and her heat surrounded me. Her rushed exhale swept across my mouth, and I dropped my forehead to hers.

Yes, I was precariously back on the edge, worried that any slight movement would send me headfirst into a premature orgasm. But I was also stunned by the enormity of the moment.

She was everything I’d ever wanted, and being inside her for the first time, it felt like something else clicked into place. Something I hadn’t known was missing but was suddenly there .

I raised my head enough to look in her eyes which bounced between my own. The blue much grayer in the soft light of my room, I searched them for any sign of reciprocation. Our breath mixed, and my cock pulsed inside her. And just when I thought I could see a shimmer of something deeper, she blinked, and her nails scraped against my scalp.

An evil smile slipped across her mouth, and her hips circled. Devious, she was fucking devious. But I drew back and pushed back in, happy to watch the smile fade into pleasure. I rocked in and out, back and forth, trying to determine which movements made her eyes roll back and figuring out if I could hold out for at least a few minutes.

Holding back was harder than I expected. A sheen of sweat covered my chest, and I could feel it collecting on my back. But Caroline didn’t appear to care. She met me thrust for thrust as I picked up my pace.

Her eyes closed, and a whimper was followed by a sharp moan. I kissed her lips just to try to taste the sound.

“God, I love the sweet little sounds you make.”

“Well,” she said without missing a beat. “If you’re doing it right, they won’t be little or sweet.”

The words weren’t as sharp as anything she’d said before, more like a reflex than the truth. But I wanted to rise to the challenge, nonetheless. I planted my elbow next to her head and ran my hand down her opposite side. Over the curve of her breast and the dip in her waist so I could grip her hip and lift her where I wanted to.

Her jaw slackened with the new angle while I ground my teeth together. With her hips tilted, I was deeper than before, and I could feel myself nudging the warmest parts of her. My fingers biting into her skin, I moved. I focused my energy deeper, my thrusts turning more forceful and raw.

“Fuck, yes,” Caroline moaned. She dragged her nails down my chest, through the sparse, dark hair and around my back until she palmed my ass. Each inch of my skin was peppered with g oose bumps just at the feeling of her hands against me. It wasn’t a feeling I’d soon get over or ever take for granted.

“God, you’re beautiful. So incredible,” I murmured. Her eyes flashed open, and she smiled.

“Don’t let this go to your head, but you are too.”

I groaned and buried my face in her neck. My orgasm was bearing down on me with every easy slip of my cock. She was perfectly tight and warm and wet, and fuck, she smelled so good, too. With her hands all over me, and her panted breaths against my neck, I couldn’t wait.

“That feels so good, Ryder,” she said. Each word was broken by the cruel thrust of my hips. “Such a good boy. I’m almost there.”

“Oh fuck .” The bed rocked beneath me, and our skin slapping together was the most beautiful sound. The heat emanating from our bodies circled around me, and when my orgasm finally barreled down my spine, there was no hope of holding back.

She gripped my cock, wrapping her arms around me and bowing her back with the force of her own release while I pumped every last drop into the condom. It wasn’t stars or fireworks behind my eyes, but an explosive ecstasy that had been building for years.

She relaxed back into the sheets, and I fell on top of her, careful not to let all my weight crush her. For several long seconds, we laid there together. Our hearts pounding, neither of us attempted to move. My cock slowly softened, but I didn’t try to pull out. If I could extend those moments forever, I would have.

Caroline ran her nose along my jaw, and I felt her chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “That was…” she said, her words trailing off before she could finish the sentence. But I knew what she meant. I also had no words.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It was.”