Swimming For Seduction (Sexy As Sin)

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Ricki

Tyler’s cocky facade gives way to vulnerability as he tells me that I have all the power and for the first time, I feel like I have complete control with another person. He’s not my father who made promises and never followed through. He’s not my mother who loved me but was always waiting for someone else to make our lives complete. He’s not the guys from back home who never got more than a quick fuck because they couldn’t hold onto their masculinity with my strong-willed personality. Tyler is offering to be whatever I want him to be.

I feel the power he says I have as my lips find his. The only other place I feel this way is in the pool, where I have control over my muscles as my body forces the water to mold around me. Kissing Tyler now is like swimming as his lips mold around mine and his tongue follows my lead. Only this time, I’m swimming for seduction.

My hands move down his torso from where they were pressed against his chest. I feel his strong muscles under the course material of his uniform. They twitch under my hands as my hands continue their journey to his waist. Knowing that he’s physically stronger than me, yet willing to yield to me anyway has my blood racing and my body tingling as my mouth moves from his lips to kiss along his jaw.

“Don’t move,” I whisper as I pin him to the wall with one hand on his hip as the other glides over his belt.

When I reach down to palm his erection gently, I expect him to thrust into my hand, but his only movement is his head dropping back to rest against the door. He breathes deeply as I stroke him much too lightly to give him any of the relief I’m sure his body craves and his obedience makes me want to reward him.

“Such a good boy,” I tell him as I tighten my grip.

His taut muscles relax at my praising words before they go ridged with a new tension as I stroke him over his pants. It’s like he’s holding himself back from coming and the realization that he’s this wound up— for me— has me almost desperate to see him fall apart.

“Shhh,” I console when he whimpers as my hand moves faster. “I want you to come for me. Just…like…this.”

I nip at his jaw between each word before kissing his lips and swallowing his groan as his thighs shake with his release. The rush of adrenaline that floods me as I feel his cock twitching in my grasp is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I am in control of him. I have the power to make him come at my command. He is MINE!

“All yours,” he whispers as he drops his forehead to mine and stares into my eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken the thought out loud, but the pure acceptance in his crystal blue gaze won’t allow me to regret it. Especially when he admits, “I’ve been yours all along.”

I still hate the way he uses his uniform to coerce my time. I still hate the way my body craves his. I still hate the fact that he has a connection to my brother that I don’t. But in the midst of all those hateful feelings, I can’t deny that I love the way it feels to have someone that’s only mine.

Tyler

I was almost embarrassed when I came in my pants like I’d just turned fourteen instead of twenty-one, but Ricki’s words of praise erased any negativity before it could even take hold. I submitted to her every command and reveled in the freedom it gave me. By giving up the authority I usually have to maintain while in uniform, I gained the chance to simply be in the moment with her.

Despite being two years younger than me, she’s obviously much more experienced when it comes to sexual situations. Instead of making me jealous of the guys that came before me, it makes me that much more determined to earn her trust and be the only one to win her heart. It seems only fair since she apparently owns me.

I continue to hold her gaze as my breathing returns to normal and I can see her struggling to put the mental barrier back between us. It’s as if my submission has wrenched a hole in that steel wall she keeps around herself and I’ll be damned if I let her repair it without a fight.

“Please don’t pull away from me right now,” I beg before admitting, “I’ve never done anything like that and I’m feeling a little vulnerable.”

She searches my face for a sign that I’m joking, but she won’t find one. She’s not the only one feeling exposed after that encounter. Instead of responding with malice like I know she’s inclined to, her lips pull up at the corners as she lifts her hands to my face.

“It’s okay to be vulnerable as long as you’re not feeling it alone,” she whispers before pulling my face to hers and kissing me slowly.

I’m not sure if her words were for me or herself, but either way, I’m not passing up the chance to feel this with her. I take her ass in my hands, squeezing in time with the movement of her lips on mine. We make out like that for several minutes until the feeling of my cum drying in my boxers gets too uncomfortable to ignore and I break our kiss with a nervous chuckle.

“I should clean up,” I tell her when she arches a brow.

As much as I want to beg her to join me in the shower, I’m also scared of where it will lead. If I thought what we did earlier made me vulnerable, what would having sex with this temptress do to me? I know she’s not ready for the kind of relationship I want with her, and I don’t think I can give her that part of myself until she is.

“I’ll order pizza for dinner,” she says, either oblivious to my inner debate or choosing to ignore it as we walk into the living room. She stops to pick up her phone, seemingly ignoring me as she taps at the screen. My shoulders slump as I walk past her toward the hallway, certain that she’s putting that wall back in place when she surprises me yet again. “I think I’ll have you for desert.”