Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
AND IT VIbrATES?!
Caroline
A glorious, elated smile tilted his lips, and he prepared to kneel. But I stopped him with a firm hand on his dick. “Let’s take these off first.” I slipped his belt off and popped open the button.
Apparently, I was going to slow for his taste, because he unzipped and kicked his pants—followed by his briefs—to the side in less than a second.
“Such an eager boy,” I purred. Closing the space between us, my silicone toy and his warm, erect cock pressed together as I attempted to pump us in unison. My thumb brushed over his tip, and he bucked against my hold.
He was so hard I swore I could feel the blood pounding through the thick veins running up and down his length and the pressure building in his balls. I wasn’t the only one who was wet. He was leaking everywhere, and I collected what I could on my thumb, lifting it to my mouth and swiping it against my tongue. I loved the salty, tangy taste of him.
He tracked the motion with his jaw slack and a fire in his eyes .
“I need to see how hard you are and what a big mess you make as you suck your new toy. Now, be a good boy, and get on your knees.”
Without fanfare or hesitation, he dropped on one knee then the other. He looked up at me through thick, dark lashes with his hands resting on his knees, waiting for instruction. I carefully let my robe fall down my arms and tossed it on the bed.
“Do your worst,” I said. “Show me what you can do.”
His smile was devious and full of promise.
He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the base of the shaft, directing the tip toward his mouth and licking up the underside. No, of course, I really couldn’t feel the heat or wetness of his tongue or hand, but what I could feel was every slight tug and pressure throughout the rest of the toy. It massaged against my clit and rubbed my g-spot. And the sight itself, of Ryder enjoying slipping his tongue and his mouth over the toy I’d fuck him with later, was so fucking erotic.
He licked up and down, wetting it to allow his hand to make easy languid passes, and then suctioned his mouth around the tip.
“Yes, just like that,” I muttered. Dragging my nails through his hair, I gripped it at the root, but didn’t direct his movements. I just wanted to touch him.
What started out slow didn’t stay that way long. His hand and mouth worked in tandem as he sucked up and down. He twisted his wrist and bobbed along the length. He looked so good in the low light of the room. All his lean, toned muscles in his arms tensing as he worked, I could watch him all day. Especially as he stared up at me like he wanted me to see what a good job he was doing and how perfect he looked.
“You’re doing so good. That’s exactly how a good boy sucks cock.”
My praise was met by redoubled efforts. He sucked and pulled, and the movement of the toy was so merciless against my clit I swore I was going to come .
He let go with a pop, still pumping his hand. “Fuck my mouth,” he said quickly, a string of spit connecting from the tip to his bottom lip. “I’ll tap your leg if I need you to stop.”
In the back of my mind, I could feel the slight nervousness clouding the moment. I tightened my hold of his hair and gripped the base of the toy. Having never done this before, it was like he knew I needed the encouragement.
“Please,” he muttered as I tipped his head back. That one word was enough. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, a willing and dirty offering. He dropped his hands to his thighs and let me guide the cock back into his mouth.
He closed his lips around the toy when I let go, adding my other hand to his hair. My first thrust was awkward and clumsy. As were the few after that. But Ryder held my gaze the entire time, taking whatever I was giving him and doing it so well.
Finally, I found my rhythm, and triumph sparkled in his eyes when he realized I had. My thrusts went from shallow and uneven to deep and confident. When I tapped the back of his throat, I pulled back just a little. But then I did it again and again with no reaction from Ryder.
“No gag reflex?” I asked, and the shake of his head was barely noticeable between my thrusts. “Wow, such a good slut.”
His eyes fluttered at the praise, and I looked around us to see his cock bobbing angrily between his legs. The tip was shiny with pre-cum that had dripped down onto the rug beneath him, and it looked like it was begging to be touched.
“Are you ready, Trouble?”
I stepped back, and Ryder nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood, and I couldn’t not kiss him. I reached for him and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging him closer and fitting my mouth over his.
A tangle of limbs, we unceremoniously tumbled onto the bed. He wrapped a hand in my hair, and I scraped my nails down his back. I nipped his lower lip as I rolled on top of him.
I leaned to the side and grabbed the lube and remote from the po cket of my robe and kicked it off the bed. Ryder watched me set them down next to us while he reached around and unfastened my bra with practiced ease.
“And it vibrates?” he asked, and I nodded. “Fuck, yes. I knew it.” He tapped the outside of my thighs, and we shifted until his legs were spread and I was poised between them.
With his heels pressed into the sheets, he bent his legs and readjusted until he was open for me. I smoothed my palms down the inside of his thighs until I reached his cock which I encircled in my palm. He grunted and shunted his hips. My other hand struck out and pushed his hips back down onto the bed.
“Fuck, Caroline,” he groaned. My hand slipped easily over his soft, taut skin as his hands grabbed the blankets at his sides. I squeezed the tip and watched a drop of pre-cum bead at the top. Leaning forward, I was about to lick it up when Ryder stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
“If you put your mouth on me, I’m going to shoot down your throat in two seconds.” I froze and sat back up. “I can’t wait any longer. Just get inside me.”
My hand drifted lower, and my fingers brushed against his ass. Circling the hole, I reached for the lube with my free hand as Ryder moaned.
“Please,” he begged, and it sounded so pretty coming from his swollen lips.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Before I’d finished speaking, he was fervently shaking his head.
“You’re not going to hurt me, baby. But even if you did, I wouldn’t mind. Pain isn’t so bad when it’s from your hand.”
His words hit me directly in the center of my chest. They were heavy, whether he meant them to be or not. I assumed he hadn’t meant anything so serious with the way he still writhed beneath me. But I had caused him pain when I’d almost walked away a few months ago and left him in limbo for days. Even if it was always meant to be temporary.
If I hadn’t made the right decision—the only decision—and come back to him, I would have been responsible for even more pain.
Inflicting pain with the purpose of eventually creating pleasure was the only way I ever wanted him to experience it again.
I flipped open the cap of the lube bottle and dripped just enough along the top of the toy. I spread it over the tip and around to the underside, making sure every inch was covered.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Ryder muttered as he watched me prep the toy from beneath hooded eyes. I loved the way he looked at me. Like I was all his fantasies come to life like he’d once told me. And I knew my expression mirrored his.
I took the excess lube and spread it over his hole. He pressed into my hand like he was silently asking for more as he gripped the base of his cock.
“Please, baby. Please, please .” I hummed and moved closer, notching the tip of the toy at his ass and taking a deep breath.
“I love it when you beg. Ever since that very first time. You are so good at it. I can’t help but give in to you.”
“That’s the point,” he gasped as I slowly pushed forward. With one hand on his thigh, I watched the tip of the toy disappear. I met resistance, but not as much as I expected. His body eagerly accepted me as the silicone stretched him open.
He moaned, and I glanced up at his face which was contorted in pleasure. Eyes fixed on me, his jaw was slack, and his cheeks were flushed. With one hand still on his cock, he wrapped the other around his thigh and pulled it back.
Another inch, then another until the toy was fully inside him, and I could feel the heat of his skin against mine. He panted and swore under his breath. The muscles in his stomach and chest danced and twitched, but I stayed still, wanting to give him enough time to adjust .
But that wasn’t what he wanted. “Move, pretty girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Please, fuck me.”
I clenched around the opposite end of the toy and carefully pulled back. He gripped it so tight, it was work to move it in and out. Still not used to the movement, my thrusts were jerky and awkward. But Ryder was there to help guide me. He leaned forward and wrapped his hands around my waist, tilting my hips in the tempo he wanted.
“So good,” he said. “Just like that.”
He held onto me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him. I pumped into him and finally managed to get the movement right. Right enough that his hands migrated to my ass, and his fingers slipped beneath the straps of the harness.
His face dropped into the crook of my neck, and I took the opportunity to reach for the remote next to me. It took a second to press the right combination of buttons, but the toy finally vibrated to life and both of us cried out.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck ,” Ryder groaned as he tumbled back onto the bed. His legs tried to close, but I slammed my palms down on the inside of his thighs and pressed them into the blankets.
“No, no, ” I struggled to say with my orgasm already bearing down on me. The toy perfectly pressed against my g-spot, and even on the lowest vibration setting, I was too turned on to resist the sharp pleasure sparking through me. “I want to see you taking this cock when I come.”
With every thrust, his cock bounced and smacked his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his skin. He was so hard and so turned-on, and I was the one making that happen. My nails dug into his thighs, and I ground onto the toy as I plunged into him again and again.
“Yes, baby,” Ryder growled. “Let me see you come. Come all over that toy as you fuck me.”
And that was all it took for my orgasm to shoot through me, follow ed by unending ecstasy as I stared at the man I loved more than I ever knew possible.