Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
SHARE LIKE A GOOD BOY
Ryder
I massaged my way up her legs, from her knees until I palmed that beautiful bend in her hips where her ass curved. Her fingers dug into my hair, dragging through it with care and tenderness. My eyes fell shut as her nails scraped my scalp. But they flew back open when she gripped it at the root and pulled back.
My head hit the back cushion, and I was staring directly up at her. Her blonde hair was hanging around her face, and her eyes were dark and intent on my face. She leaned forward and acted like she was going to kiss me, but at the last second, she turned, leaving me chasing a kiss she never planned to return.
Instead, she leaned down until her mouth was level with my ear, and I could feel her hot breath against my cheek and her breasts against my chest. My grip on her hips tightened.
“Don’t move, Trouble,” she instructed.
She didn’t require an answer from me. I wasn’t going to move when she was sitting on top of me making demands I was more than okay with. She leaned back and ran her hand over my jaw, trailing her thumb over my lower lip and dragging my mouth open .
Whatever she wanted, I was going to give it to her.
She kept her thumb beneath my lower lip, silently requesting that I keep my mouth open. A pleased smile tilted one side of her mouth before she turned and tilted the wineglass to her lips. She took a large sip then looked back down to me.
When I didn’t see her throat bob, I realized what she was doing, and my cock responded in kind. I stuck my tongue out to prepare for her offering. Her eyes glinted brighter as she watched me eagerly awaiting what I knew she was about to give.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. She wasn’t moving slowly, but the seconds felt more like minutes. I sat there and watched her with my mouth open, offering myself to her and waiting for anything she planned to give me.
Finally, she leaned over, poised her mouth above mine, and fed me the wine. My hips pressed up to meet hers, and a little moan caught in my throat as the fruity, tart flavor hit my tongue.
She let the last drop fall onto my tongue and wrapped her hand around my throat. Her hand wasn’t large enough to make an impact, to reduce my airway or decrease blood flow, but it was enough to reinforce the power dynamic.
“Swallow,” she instructed in a low, soft voice. So, I did. Her gaze bounced between my lips and my eyes as she felt and watched me swallow. “Good?”
I licked my lips and nodded, still not moving my head. “It tastes so much better that way.”
She smiled and took another sip. The moment the edge of the glass touched her lip, I opened my mouth. She slipped her fingers through my hair and spit into my mouth as she ground her ass over my cock.
I swallowed quickly, not waiting for her direction a second time, and muttered out a low, “fuck,” before I leaned forward and slanted my mouth over hers. It was a long, thorough kiss that I felt everywhere. My tongue swept against hers, and she managed to surrender a fraction of control .
“Hold on,” she murmured against my mouth. Pulling back, she swigged the last of her wine and twisted to set it on the table. While she turned, I let my hands wander up and down her body. Not in any specific direction or with a purpose in mind except feeling every part of her I could.
The desire simmering beneath my skin was at the brink of boiling over. I’d never felt need so carnal and consuming. My hands shook with restraint, and when Caroline righted herself, I couldn’t get my mouth on hers quickly enough. She gave as good as she got, and I trailed my lips over her jaw and down her neck. She let loose those gorgeous sounds I loved.
“Yes, you’re right,” I mumbled into her skin. “My cock missed you, too. My entire body missed yours.”
I said the words but realized how dumb they sounded. Caroline seemed to understand, though, because she moaned out the prettiest, “yes” I’d ever heard.
“Show me,” she said, and it took me a few seconds to register her request.
“Show you?” I finally asked.
She clasped my cheeks and tilted my head back to look down at me. But her hips kept moving. A taunting, slow pace that made me buck up against her not of my own volition.
“I know we just talked about how much I like control, and I usually do, but the way you’re looking at me right now. It’s like I can see all the dirty things you want to do to me. Like I can feel you holding back. I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to show me how much you missed me.”
Desire clouded my thoughts, and my brain felt like it was working at half its normal speed.
Caroline knew what she was doing, though. “Come on, Ryder. Be a good boy, and fuck me like you want to.”
And my restraint snapped. I stood, and Caroline gasped. She didn’t even have time to wrap her legs around me because I dropped her back on the couch in the spot I’d just vacated. Her eyes widened, but I didn’t stop moving. I had one intent, one purpos e, and it was to get her naked and my head between her legs as soon as possible.
“Take your shirt off,” I demanded as I worked the button of her jeans open. I slipped them down her legs and tossed them across the room. When I saw the light-purple lace panties, I didn’t wait to drop to my knees.
I pressed my palms to the inside of each of her thighs and eyed the matching bra. Her tits spilling over the lace cups, and she looked fucking delectable nestled in the corner of the couch. “I knew this was your favorite color,” I said, running my tongue over her panties. Her salty, sweet taste exploded on my tongue.
“How did you know?” she panted.
Another firm lick of my tongue over her center, and she bucked her hips. My smile was hidden by her perfect legs. “You wear it all the damn time. You paint your nails this color, and your phone case is the same.”
“God, I didn’t know you watched me so much. It’s a little creepy, don’t you think? I’m nervous that you’re?—”
I cut her off with a growl, wrapping my arms around her hips and yanking her ass up off the couch. “Shut the fuck up and let me eat your perfect pussy.”
She had nothing left to say after that. All words and arguments forgotten when I pushed the fabric to the side and buried my tongue in her cunt. God, I wanted to stay there forever. I’d die a happy man with my head between her legs.
I spread her wider and drew tiny little circles over her clit, taking two fingers and thrusting them inside her. She was wet and my fingers easily slipped in. She moaned and tried to buck when I crooked both fingers. It was easy enough to find that soft, pronounced spot just a few inches in.
My life was complete now that I knew Caroline Grant’s pussy inside and out.
I sucked her clit between my lips and then bit down just hard enough to amplify every sensation. The muscles in her legs and stomach tensed, and I knew she was close. I looked up her body, at the glorious sight of her, and watched the pleasure ripple across her features.
Lips parted and eyes set on me, her brows were scrunched together, and pink had stained her cheeks and chest. I pushed my fingers deeper, fucking her harder. I laid her back down on the couch and let her ride my face while I reached for my belt and button of my jeans with my free hand.
With a choked cry, she strangled my fingers and coated them with her orgasm. I couldn’t wait another second. Before she’d finished coming, I was tugging her off the couch and around to the side. I pressed her stomach to the arm and bent her over until her face was in the cushion and her ass was pointed up at me.
I ran my palm over her ass and gripped my cock before I slid inside her in one swift thrust. I tugged my shirt over my head and enjoyed the view of my bare cock in her tight cunt.
That was when I realized my mistake.
“Fuck.” I stopped and took a deep breath. “I forgot a condom.”
Caroline lifted her head and tossed her hair over one shoulder to peer at me over the other. “I—I did, too. I don’t think I’ve ever forgotten before.”
“Me neither,” I said and caught her eyes, watching the countless thoughts flit behind them.
It fucking killed me, but I started to pull out. Inch by inch, I gritted my teeth and kept going. Her pussy was gripping me, doing its damnedest to keep me inside, and halfway there, her hand whipped backward and covered mine.
“Stop.” I did. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve recently been tested. My results were clear. What about you?”
“Yeah, same,” I said through a strangled breath. “Well, about my results, not the birth control. Although if I could take some of that burden I would. I don’t like that you have to?—”
“Ryder,” she cut me off with a growl. “Can we talk about that later? I really need you to put your cock all the way inside me again. ”
“Mmm…” I hummed and dropped my jeans, managing to kick them and my briefs off without pulling out of her. “Yes, ma’am,” I said. I smoothed my hands over her ass and slapped each cheek, spearing back inside her.
Without worrying about the lack of protection, I stared down at where her pussy stretched around my bare cock. I pulled out and watched the thick veins reappear until the mushroom head was stretching her entrance.
Caroline lay back down on the cushion, her face turned to the rest of the room and where I could watch her expression as I slowly pushed back in.
“Fuck,” she cried. “I love the way you fill me. God, you feel so…” Her words broke off in a moan, and I joined her as I bottomed out.
“Come on, baby. Finish your sentence. What do I feel like?” I picked up my pace and wrapped my hands around the smallest part of her waist. Pushing her harder into the couch and the pillows beneath her stomach, I found a new, deeper angle.
She tried to speak again but couldn’t find her voice between brutal thrusts.
“You got it. I believe in you, baby. Tell me.”
She gritted her teeth and tried to push back into me, but the couch was just tall enough that she couldn’t stand flat-footed and get the leverage she needed.
“You feel fucking perfect, and don’t call me baby.”
I licked my lips and smiled. I pressed harder, and she finally gave up her fight, stretching her arms out above her head and taking what I gave her.
“I thought I was in charge,” I stated. “At least I know I feel perfect. Fucking this perfect cunt with this perfect, fat cock. You’re so lucky, pretty girl. I’m so lucky.”
Nudging the inside of her legs, I spread her wider and enjoyed the way my balls slapped against her clit and hood. I leaned forward and slowed to a deeper, more measured stroke that intentionally grazed every millimeter of her inner walls. I wanted to hit every nerve ending and pleasure point imaginable. Even the ones we hadn’t yet discovered.
By the time she was falling apart again, I wanted tears in her eyes.
My body folded over hers, and I ran a tender hand down her spine. She shivered, and I weaved my fingers through her hair at the base of her neck. One hard pull and her back bowed, head craned backward. She propped her elbows beneath her and let her arms hold her weight.
My hold in her hair, my grip on her hip, and my thrusts were all unforgiving. I wanted her to feel me for days.
“Please, Ryder,” she pleaded.
“What do you need, beautiful? Tell me.”
She whimpered as her nails dug into the cushions. “More. Just…more.”
A million different glorious ideas flashed behind my eyes. All of them included some version of more. But one stuck out.
My hand on her hip slipped around her stomach and made its way up her front until I wedged it in the small space where her bra had pushed her tits together. Then I wrapped it around her throat.
Using my grip on her throat and in her hair, I wrenched her head back. She stood, and my plan momentarily went out the window. With her sarcastic, sweet mouth so close, I couldn’t help but kiss her. The kiss soft and tame compared to the relentless pounding her pussy was taking.
I pulled back, and the first shiny tears collected in her eyes. It made my cock throb and my balls draw up. Her lips were wet, and I removed my hand from her throat to shove my thumb in her mouth.
“Suck.” One word and she closed her mouth around it. Caroline was nearly undone—a limp mess of desire and pleasure. But she still sucked my thumb like it was my cock, and like she’d receive a reward for being the best.
When I’d had enough, and I could feel the sensation of her tongue through my entire body, she released my finger with a pop, and I shoved her back into the cushions. The pad of my thumb, wet thanks to the beautiful woman impaled on me, circled her ass, and she scrambled for something to hold onto.
“You don’t want this, tell me now. We both know the word”— lilac, I thought but didn’t say—“say it once or tell me no, and I stop.”
She shook her head. “Fill me up. Finger my ass as you fuck my pussy.”
“Fuck, you and your filthy mouth,” I murmured as I teased the outer ring of that second hole. She pushed her ass harder into me as much as she could. Leaning over her, I spit onto her hole and spread it around with my thumb as I barely pushed inside.
My thrusts stuttered, and I had to force myself to keep moving as I worked my thumb inside her tight hole. She moaned, and her back tensed like she was struggling to keep herself still. But her body eventually gave into me and accepted my thumb.
My jaw went slack, and I dropped my head back to stare at the ceiling rather than where her body took me. A few deep breaths, and I wasn’t any closer to control, but I had to do something.
Glancing back down, she was even more wet, and my cock easily slipped in and out of her. My thumb pulsed inside her other hole, and I ran my free hand down her hip. As my thrusts picked up strength and speed, I held onto her tight enough that there would possibly be bruises the shape of my fingers against her skin.
But she didn’t seem to care. Both of us were lost in the pleasure-filled haze. Our skin slapping and our combined sounds filling the space, I was worried we’d break the couch. But I’d buy a new goddamn couch because I couldn’t— wouldn’t —stop.
“Please,” she moaned, which turned into quiet, simple begging. “Please, please, please. ”
My balls drew up, and my cock thickened as my orgasm made i tself known. I tangled my fingers back into her hair and gripped it hard, shoving her face onto the couch and keeping her exactly where I wanted her. Her surrender was so beautiful.
A few more thrusts, and she was clenching around my cock and my thumb, milking both with an intense orgasm. An orgasm that triggered mine. It barreled down my cock, and I pumped inside her. I kept coming and coming until I couldn’t believe there was anything left.
I stilled inside her, trying to control my breathing as I peered down at where I filled her. Her ass pulsed around my thumb, and her pussy squeezed the life out of my cock. I could feel my warm cum mixing with her arousal, and by some miracle, my dick kicked. The idea of pumping her full was too fucking erotic.
So erotic that I slowly pulled my thumb and then my cock free. Caroline groaned, and I dropped to my knees. Eye level with her swollen cunt, I ran a thumb over her each lip then spread her open.
“Push my cum out, pretty girl. Let me see it spilling out of you.”
Her cunt constricted then relaxed, and slowly my release dripped down toward her clit. But I didn’t let it get that far. I lapped up the cum seeping out of her and tongued her opening to capture as much as I could.
Fuck, we tasted so good together.
My legs shook as I stood, but I pushed through the weakness and reached for Caroline. Although she was limp and sated, she clambered off the couch and straightened in front of me. Her hair was rumpled, and her skin was flushed. She looked up at me through bleary eyes. A stray tear fell, and I tracked its progress down her cheek. It disappeared against her neck just above her collarbone.
The sight of that pretty little tear made me momentarily lose track of my intentions.
Fisting my hand in the back of her hair, I tilted her head back and ey ed her lips. Like she knew exactly what I planned, and the cum I’d collected, her eyes sparkled.
“Are you going to share like a good boy?” she asked and opened her mouth, offering me her tongue.
Leaning over her, I dropped the mixture and proof of our pleasure onto her waiting tongue. She happily took every drop, and I bracketed my hand around her throat as she swallowed like she’d done to me earlier.
Then, because I couldn’t stand not to, I kissed her, running my tongue against hers and giving her another taste. She leaned against me and wrapped her arms around my stomach as I cupped her cheeks. She was tired and pliable and so fucking sweet.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, her nose then her forehead as she tucked her face into the curve of my neck. She took one deep breath, then another.
“I missed you, too,” she admitted in a quiet voice I barely heard in my silent apartment.
My heart beat a furious pace. In awe of her admission, I wanted to do anything but stand there. I wanted to lift her into my arms and make her repeat it over and over again until her voice was hoarse. I wanted her to keep going and admit that everything between us was already so far from casual that it was impossible to ignore.
I wanted her to admit that she was already mine, and I’d admit that I’d always been hers.
But none of that would happen. The realization was a punch to the gut if I’d ever felt one. I’d fucked her mercilessly and made her cry. That was how she’d come to confess one tiny feeling.
If that was what it took, I had to wonder what I’d have to do to make her admit the rest.