Chapter 40
FORTY
OUT OF THIS WORLD
Ryder
I’d traveled to another plane, another planet.
It wasn’t the first time I’d had a toy or a dick in my ass, but there was something about Caroline being on the other side that made it better than any time before.
She made everything better.
She writhed between my spread legs, and her thrusts momentarily stalled as her orgasm peaked. God, she was fucking incredible. My own orgasm was so close to the surface, I needed those few moments, watching her fall apart, to keep myself together.
But the vibration continued, and my ass clenched around the rumbling toy. The sensations rushed up into my shaft and pierced through my balls. I was consumed by it and by her.
Caroline shuddered and planted her hands against my hips on either side of my cock. Her eyes slowly rolled up my torso and finally landed on my face. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. Her lower lip swollen from where her teeth dug into it as she came.
Blonde hair fell over her shoulders in tousled waves, and her tits w ere fucking bitable. She was the epitome of sex and desire. Especially with the dildo strapped around her hips.
I could tell she was a little nervous and was struggling to get the rhythm right. But she was a quick study.
She leaned to her side and grabbed the lube, dripping more of the cold liquid onto the toy. Then she reached for the small black remote.
“Oh, no. I don’t think I can—” My words disappeared on a whimpered groan as she ignored my concern and clicked the button anyway.
My entire body tensed as the vibrations shot through me.
“You can do it. Be a good boy and take it,” she said sweetly. Every time she called me that, I wanted to do whatever I had to to make her say it again. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be her good boy if only she kept fucking me and looking at me like she needed me.
She dropped the remote back to the bed and resumed fucking me. First with slow, deep thrusts that were impressive and thorough. If I hadn’t had to guide her earlier, I would’ve guessed she’d done it a thousand times before.
She held me in place and dug her nails into my hips as she thrusted in and back out. Every time she retreated, the tip of the toy brushed against my prostate and stars sparked behind my eyes.
But I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist pounding into me like she was before her orgasm hit her. She upped the vibration again, and I sucked in a breath through my clenched teeth. The curses coming out of my mouth were unintelligible, strung together between pleading sounds and cries.
Her grip on my hips tightened, and she increased her speed. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cried as I wrapped my hands around my thighs and pulled my legs back to give her better access. She leaned forward and glanced down at my cock which was angrily hard and leaking everywhere. I’d never produced so much pre-cum in my life .
I was so enthralled in every sweep of the toy inside me and the feeling of her hands that I didn’t realize what she was doing until I felt her wet palm slide against the underside of my dick. My gasp turned into a moan as she wrapped her lubed hand around my shaft and started pumping me in long strokes.
“Come for me, Ryder. I want to watch you shoot all over your stomach.”
“Come with me,” I ground out. “Come with me.”
She nodded but kept thrusting and jerking. Our moans mingled and echoed through the room, growing louder with each punch of her hips. My hands fisted around my thighs, I was desperate to touch her, but I knew moving would chance fucking everything up. And it felt too good to chance.
“Oh, fuck, Ryder,” she moaned and went to throw her head back, but I wanted her eyes on me as we came undone together.
“Look at me,” I growled, and she complied, dropping her head and squeezing the tip of my dick with her purple tipped fingers. It was enough—the vibration, the toy pressing against my prostate, her hand, and her eyes on me as she came once again—to send me careening into oblivion.
Ropes and ropes of cum shot up my chest as the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced overwhelmed me. It went on forever, euphoric relief flooding my veins as I stared into Caroline’s eyes. Her pupils were blown, and her body was tense as we rode it out together.
Together. We were together, and suddenly, I had to feel her, too.
I’d just finished coming, my dick still hard and leaking, when I dropped my legs and lunged for her. I fused our mouths together and devoured every little sound she made.
“I need to be inside you,” I said.
That was the only warning she got before I pushed her back onto the bed, effectively slipping the toy out of my ass. She fell against the sheets, and I quickly grabbed the towel she’d already had laying on the edge of the bed before we even stepped foot in the ro om. I wiped the cum off my chest then grappled with the straps of the harness as she turned off the toy. It took longer than I wanted, this burning need to feel her wrapped around me like it was going to ignite us both and everything around us if I didn’t extinguish it quickly.
I ripped the pretty gold clasps and tossed the red leather harness to the side. Then I removed the toy and buried my face in her cunt. She was swollen and sweet. My tongue lapped at her opening then teased her clit. She was sensitive, too, bucking against my face and clambering to get away. But that wasn’t going to happen.
I would have spent forever devouring her pussy, but that need made me push up onto my knees, widen her thighs and thrust into her in one quick move.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried as she moaned my name. We both shuddered as I wrapped my arms around her. She did the same and hooked her legs around my waist until I didn’t know where either of us began or ended.
My hips snapped again and again, searching for that sweet euphoric relief a second time. She was so wet and warm. I wanted to live inside her for the rest of my life. She clenched around me and mumbled my name over and over again.
“Yes, baby. You know exactly who’s fucking you,” I said as I buried my face in her neck. It was one of my favorite spots. It always smelled faintly of her perfume and shampoo—like flowers in sunshine—but it was always entirely Caroline. I fisted a hand in the back of her hair and doubled my efforts, changing my angle just enough that my pubic bone rubbed against her clit and the tip of my cock brushed against her g-spot.
I knew I’d hit the perfect combination when her legs fell open, but her nails dug into my back. Each breath was shallower than the last, and her moans turned into sweet little whimpers.
She drenched my cock a second before her inner walls strangled me. The tightness keeping me trapped and making it imposs ible to thrust any longer. But I didn’t need to. I let her pussy hold me hostage and milk anything left from my cock.
I kept still and pumped deep inside her, breathing in that uniquely Caroline smell as we came together.
Both of us breathing hard, I waited several seconds before rolling to my back and taking her with me. Her head against my chest, I smoothed my hands down her back. She sighed and took a deep breath, propping her chin on the back of her hands and looking up at me.
“How’d I do?” she asked, and I reached up to brush away a stray lock of hair.
The pleasure-high was still thick, so words were hard. “So good. So, so good,” was all I could manage.
She smiled softly and nibbled at her bottom lip. Somehow her red lipstick had stayed mostly in place through everything. “Good not great?”
“So great,” I clarified.
“Great not amazing?”
I groaned but leaned up and kissed her somewhat awkwardly at our angle. It still made her smile, and that’s all I wanted.
“Every time we have sex, pretty girl, it’s the best sex of my life. We keep outdoing ourselves.”
Her eyes flared with accomplishment and agreement. “We really do,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached forward and ran a single finger over my jaw then up to my cheekbone. She trailed that single finger across my forehead and repeated the pattern on the other side of my face.
It was so soothing and calming, my entire body relaxed with her weight on top of me and every sweep of her finger.
“I love you so much,” she said quietly. I breathed deeply and rested my hands on her hips. My reaction when she said it for the first time a few months ago and now were exactly the same. My heart rate picked up, and I felt this lightness in my chest. I was the luckiest person in the world hearing those words from her li ps. And I wanted to hear them every day for the rest of my life.
I opened my eyes and was greeted by her easy, serene smile and wild sex hair.
“I love you, too. So much.”
She sighed and continued drawing patterns across my face. Closing my eyes, I focused back on the feeling.
“I’m glad you were trouble,” she said after several minutes of silence, and I smiled.
“Is that so?”
I could feel her nod against my chest. “I’m glad you had the confidence to do what I couldn’t. To go after what you wanted and not give up until you had it.”
I opened my eyes to see her looking down at my mouth where her fingers traced my lips. She was looking at me, but she was lost in thought.
“I was never going to give up on you, pretty girl. You’re it for me. Always have been, always will be. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
I kissed her fingers, and her eyes finally met mine. They were clear and bright.
“You’re it for me, too, Trouble.” And I had to kiss her after hearing the sincerity in every word, so I’d know what my future tasted like, too.