Swimming For Seduction (Sexy As Sin)

23. Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Ricki

Leaving Tyler four weeks ago was harder than I ever imagined it would be. I tried to beg him to come to Paris with me since he’s not due to return to work until the middle of August, but he insisted that he wanted me to have the full athletic experience. He knew that if he came with me, I’d forfeit my room in the Olympic Village to stay with him.

While I’ve missed him terribly, I’m glad that I got to experience every nuance of my dream coming true. I’m heading back to Tennessee with three Olympic medals—one Gold for the 100 meter freestyle, one Silver for the 100 meter breaststroke, and one Bronze for the 200 meter medley. As much as I would love all of them to be Gold, I’m a little excited to have a collection. I plan to add to it when I compete again in four years.

When they announce my flight boarding, I send Tyler a text, letting him know I can’t wait to see his face in sixteen hours before powering off my phone and making my way to my upgraded seat—a gift from my brother. I set the in-flight entertainment screen to Supernatural and lean my head back against the pillow headrest as Sam and Dean lull me to sleep with their monster chasing antics.

Despite my protests, Tyler insists on stopping at Ball Busters instead of going straight home from the airport. When we step inside, I’m shocked to see that the entire place is plastered with Olympic décor and the TV behind the bar is broadcasting a loop of my events and interviews from the past three weeks. Tyler’s entire family is here along with my brother and all of our closest friends. As I make my way through the crowd, a familiar shriek pulls my attention to the bar as my mom slides off a barstool and rushes toward me.

“Mom,” I shout as she wraps her arms around my neck. I return her hug, not realizing how much I’ve missed her until she was standing in front of me. “How?” I ask, unable to get anything else out past the lump in my throat.

“I bought her ticket the same day I bought yours,” Brady says as he steps up behind her and I pull myself from Mom’s grasp to step into my big brother's hug as I thank him. “Don’t thank me. You deserve to have all of your family here to celebrate with you.”

I’m glad I slept so well on the plane, because by the time we finally make it home, it after two in the morning and I’m ready to be alone with my man.

Tyler

I follow Ricki into our apartment nervously, hoping I’m not in the doghouse for her party tonight since I know she hates surprises. I’ve got my explanation on the tip of my tongue…‘It was all Brady’s idea. He paid for and planned the whole thing. All I did was deliver you to the bar.’

I don’t get to say any of that though, because as soon as the door closes behind me, Ricki spins around and crashes her mouth to mine. She licks the seam of my lips until they open, inviting her tongue to tangle with mine as she pulls herself up to wrap her legs around my waist.

“Take me to bed,” she pants before kissing her way to my ear. “I’m ready to fuck you…hard.”

Her words make me whimper as their meaning sinks in. She’d mentioned pegging before my accident and when I wasn’t opposed to it, we’d ordered a training kit complete with anal lube, various sized plugs, beads, and a strap on for her with a clit stimulator.

We’d started my ‘training’ while I was still recovering, but not ready for heavy sexual activity and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. We video chatted daily while she was in France, and most of those calls ended with both of us getting off while I had something in my ass. So, knowing that we’re ready for the next phase has my dick trying to break through my zipper and I have to tighten my grip on her ass as she grinds herself over it so I don’t drop her on the way to the bedroom.

“Tell me,” she says as she makes quick work of ridding me of my clothes.

“I’m all yours, Baby” I reply before sitting on the bed to watch as she slowly strips for me.

It still surprises me that even as a Domme, she loves it when I call her ‘Baby’ instead of something more authoritative. I tried ‘Ma’am’ and ‘Madam’ but she wasn’t a fan. Now, I only use those when I’m feeling bratty, because they usually result in punishment.

“Such a good boy,” she coos as she climbs up to straddle me, rubbing her wet pussy up and down my rock-hard cock. “God, you feel good.”

“So do you, Baby.” I let my hands explore her naked body without permission, but she doesn’t scold me for it.

She’s apparently as eager for my touch as I am for hers, because she lifts herself up and reaches between us to slot me at her entrance before dropping down with a force that both of us moaning. She rides me until both of our legs are trembling before pulling off and standing with shaky breaths as she edges us.

I want to groan at the loss of her wet heat around my throbbing cock, but I hold it in, knowing the reward will be worth the pain I’m feeling right now.