Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
Ramsey
The look of anticipation on her face and the way her eyes sparkle with the taunt; I’m desperate to fuck her. I’ve fallen straight into her trap. Because this is exactly what she wanted, the thing she begged me for one night when she finally trusted me enough to tell me.
“Bend over. Elbows in the dirt,” I demand. She slides into the position slowly, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck to press her head down lower.
Her ass is up in the air, looking as perfect as it ever has, with the swell of her cheeks on full display beyond the lace edge of her little scrap of fabric, see-through panties. I wrap my hands around the sides of the elastic on her hips and wrench them down over her thighs. She’s soaked for me already, glistening in the fading light of the setting sun.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I kneel down behind her.
“Kissing your ass, since you asked so nicely. ”
She laughs until my lips touch her skin, and then she exhales like I’ve stolen her breath. I kiss her left cheek and then move to her right, running my tongue over the curve, then biting her in soft, gentle nips and scrapes of my teeth until I reach her center again. She tastes like sugar melding with salt as my tongue runs the length of where she parts for me, her legs spreading wider as she whimpers. I fuck her with my tongue, and she rocks back against my face begging for more.
“Oh fuck…” she cries out softly when I use the pads of my fingers to massage her clit. I’m obsessed with the taste of her, lapping up every fucking drop she gives me. She gets louder as I take her closer to the edge, and she begs for me, saying my name over and over and cursing everything in its wake. She sounds so good like this, so perfect that I can’t stop myself when the time comes to pull away.
I’d planned to deny her. To make her suffer for being so careless with her safety and making me chase her out into the night like this, but I’m too fucking in love with the sound of her moans and whimpers. The desperate way she rolls her hips, grinding back against my tongue as my fingers circle tighter around her clit, has me needing to hear her come for me.
“Oh god. Oh please. Ramsey… just a little more, and I think I can,” she pleads, and I’m careful, working her clit with just the right amount of pressure while I let her ride my tongue. I can hear a whimper of frustration from her as she tries to chase it. I pull away for just a moment, squeezing her thigh in reassurance before I slip underneath her and pull her thighs down so she’s straddling my face.
“All the way down, sugar. Ride my tongue as long as you need, and we’ll get you there. I’ve got you,” I promise her.
She does as I ask and grinds down on me while I slide my fingers inside of her, curling them to give her the extra bit of friction she needs as she fucks my face like I’m the last chance she’s got at anything good. I can hear the change in her moans, getting closer with each pass she takes over my mouth. One of her hands is loose enough from the rope that she slips it through my hair and tightens, giving her the hold she needs to fuck my mouth harder. A moment later, she’s coming loudly, telling me how good I am in between gasps. She soaks my chin and my beard as she does it, and I think I might have forgotten how good it feels to be used like this. To be nothing but her escape for a night.
She rolls over to my side, tangling her legs with my arms for a moment until we can pull the scrap of fabric meant to be between her thighs back into place. I pull the ropes from her wrists, and she rubs the marks left by them as she stretches her joints again. She takes a deep breath, staring up at the first glimpses of the star-scattered sky, and then her eyes fall to mine.
“I feel like I’m about to pay for that twice over now, aren’t I?” There’s amusement in her tone.
“You’ve got a few more minutes until the taste of you wears off my tongue. Then you’re putting my shirt on, and I’ll give you a thirty-second head start back to the house.” I’m exhausted, and I need the thirty seconds as much as she does.
“And if you catch me?”
“ When I catch you, then it’s my turn.”