Chapter 28 – ryan
RYAN
All around me, palm trees sway in the warm breeze and brightly colored tropical birds swoop through the air. In the distance, I can hear the ocean waves crash.
It’s a beautiful day in paradise, and I whistle as I stroll back to my bungalow.
After a day of playing, I’ve earned my spot at the main table.
Even though I’d expect nothing less from myself, champion that I am, I’m still high on the sweet taste of victory.
I’ve got three or four hours to celebrate before the game starts tonight, and I can’t wait to get back to the room and regale Pippa with tales of my success.
Now that I know that she actually gets poker, she’ll appreciate the genius behind my play even more.
I’m a little disappointed she wasn’t there to see it in person. Some of the wives and girlfriends do actually join players in the poker room—the occasional husband, too.
Unfortunately, there’s also plenty of influencers broadcasting the whole thing over their phones, plus a few news crews. So when I invited Pippa, she told me she was too worried about someone spotting her. Fair enough—the whole point of this vacation was to let us pretend we’re not stepsiblings.
The tournament paid for my bungalow, a pretty-wooden building surrounded by hedges and thick tropical plants for privacy. I have to swipe my keycard to get through the gate to the cute little path which leads up to the front door.
Inside, there’s an open living room near a well-stocked wet bar. Natural light streams through the French doors that lead to a veranda and a private swimming pool. The place looks totally empty.
“Pippa!” I call. “You home?”
There’s no response, just ocean breeze and birdsong. I peer into the bedroom and the attached study, but I still don’t see her.
When I open the doors to the patio, I finally spot her.
She’s on the far end of the swim-up pool, her body in the water while she floats, typing on a laptop that’s propped up from the edge of the pool.
She’s got her headphones on, which explains why she didn’t answer me.
Typical Pippa—finding a way to be maximum productive, even while she relaxes in a tropical paradise.
That means it’s my job to make her relax, by any means necessary.
I strip out of my T-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the ground. After a second glance at the privacy hedges to make sure they’re nice and high, I strip off my boxers, too.
Dipping my toes into the pool, I’m pleased to find it’s the perfect temperature, just a shade cooler than the humid air.
I wade into the water. Even though I’m careful not to splash, Pippa must have the volume turned way up, because she has no idea I’m behind her until I’m burying my nose in her hair.
She gasps in surprise, but she leans back into me when I wrap my arms around her. I kiss the side of her neck, and satisfaction surges through me when I see her nipples hardening through her tiny black bikini.
“What are you writing?” I ask, not bothering to look at the screen.
“I’m trying to write about the blackout date,” she grumbles. “I just can’t figure out an angle. I’ve written and deleted like a million words.”
This time, I do glance up at the screen. It’s mostly blank. Why wouldn’t it be? There’s nothing inspiring about this Jacob guy. He’s milquetoast. He’s a piece of dry stale white bread with no butter. Good for feeding ducks, and that’s about it.
Reaching around Pippa’s shoulder, I close the laptop and push it away from the edge of the pool. “What you need is a break.”
“But I really need to get it done,” she whines, even as she leans back against me, her head fitting just under my chin.
“You will. Once you take a minute to reset your brain, it’ll all come out easy.”
“Only a minute?” Pippa wiggles her hips back against mine, and I know she feels my cock already hard against her backside.
“I can be quick if you want me to.” I take her earlobe between my teeth and nip lightly. She moans, and I fiddle with the strings tying her bikini bottom together. “I can go fast. I can fuck you hard and raw, no warm-up. I could yank this little swimsuit to the side and be inside you in seconds.”
Pippa takes a ragged breath, her head falling back against my shoulder. Her damp hair sticks to my skin.
“You want me to use you? Because I can.” Another thrust of my hips. “I could use you like my own little fuck toy, fill you up with come and leave you here. Do you want that?”
She hesitates. I know part of her finds that appealing, being used for my pleasure and discarded. But she’s too much of a hedonist, and I’m too much of a giver. We’d both rather go slow and get her off, and she knows it.
After a long moment, her head shakes, almost imperceptibly.
“I didn’t think so.” My lips curl against her neck, and I cup her through her swimsuit with one hand. “This little pussy is too greedy for that. You want to come, too, don’t you?”
“Yes.” It’s more of a sigh than a word.
“Don’t worry, then. I’ll take good care of you.”
Grabbing her hips, I drag her a few feet to the side, right in front of one of the pool jets. She lets out a small, surprised squeak when she realizes what my plan is. Her thighs close, rubbing together, already seeking satisfaction.
My foot eases between hers and I kick her legs apart.
I love how she loses her balance, how she grabs the tiled edge of the pool while I put her exactly where I want her—the place that’ll have the water rushing right against her swollen clit.
I pin her there with my hips, then drag my hands up the pebbled skin of her arms.
“How does that feel, gorgeous?”
She lets out a strangled noise. “I—yes. Please.”
I chuckle at her garbled answer. A few dirty words and touches and she’s already mindless. Fuck, I love how responsive she is.
Still pressing her against the water jet with my hips, I palm her breasts through her suit.
I knead them gently while Pippa’s shallow gasps press them harder into my grasp.
My fingers skate along the edge of her bikini top, teasing her.
“Your nipples are so hard. They must be aching for someone to touch them.”
Pippa nods, and I ignore it.
“Poor Pippa. You need someone to take care of you. Someone to take that ache away.”
Her only response is a weak moan. Her body doesn’t seem to know what to do. She alternates between rocking her hips toward the jets and back against my erection. She’s fucking desperate for me to take care of her, but I can’t resist denying her a little longer.
“You filthy, perfect girl,” I mutter. “I bet you’d sell your fucking soul if it meant you could come right now. Hell, maybe even just so you could feel my mouth on these pretty nipples.”
“Oh, fuck.” She squirms against me. “Please, Ryan, I need—”
When I hear my name coming out of her gorgeous red mouth, my self-control evaporates.
I give my girl what she wants, yanking the little black triangles of her swimsuit to the side so her breasts are exposed to the air.
I pinch her tight nipples, and her entire body trembles.
I can practically feel it as her body lets go of the illusion of control, and she lets me give her everything she needs.
I gaze down over her shoulder, watching as I pinch and pull and stroke her nipples. Her body is so gorgeously pliant and soft. I take my time, getting her as close to orgasm as she can possibly get by this alone.
“You have to use your words now, Pippa,” I say sternly. “When you’re about to come, you have to tell me. Because I’m going to slide my cock inside you right before, so I can feel you milking me when you come. Can you do that?”
She nods eagerly, desperately.
“I’m going to be very disappointed if you tell me too late, so pay attention.” I pinch her nipple again for emphasis, and she nods.
“I will. I promise.”
I hum my approval and release one breast so I can untie her bikini bottom. It floats away from her skin, and her bare ass feels slick against my cock. I fist myself and position my head by her opening.
“Tell me when.”
“Close,” she chokes out. “Close—almost—”
Fuck, I can’t help it. I drag my head over her clit, and the water jet hits us both. Pippa shudders and cries out.
“Now, Ryan!”
I shove my cock roughly inside her, forcing my way through her tightening muscles as she comes.
It’s feels so fucking good, it’s almost like torture.
Because I know that nothing else can even come close to this.
Nothing will ever feel as good as Pippa coming on my cock, with the warm water and humid air pressing against us and making us float through the pleasure.
Her body finally stops trembling, and I plant my feet wide on the pool floor.
“Good girl,” I grunt, thrusting up into her again. “My good fucking girl.”
One of her hands comes back to thread in my air, while the other scrapes helplessly against the pool tiles. I don’t hold back, jackhammering into her like I want to wreck her body. Based on the moans spilling out of her mouth, I know she fucking loves it.
A tropical paradise surrounds us—lush, thick foliage, a sparkling pool, the pink setting sun.
But none of it compares to Pippa, her gorgeous face contorted with pleasure as she takes my cock.
The rosy light plays over her features, making her look like a fucking fairy princess.
I can’t believe that I get to touch her, get to kiss her neck, get to fuck her boneless.
All too soon, my balls draw up, ready to spill inside her. I grit my teeth—I don’t want this to happen too fast.
I don’t want the fantasy to end, not when the moment is so perfect.
There will be other moments, I promise myself. This isn’t the end. Flying back to Toronto, that won’t be the fucking end, either. I’ll figure out how to get Pippa to let me do this to her again and again.
Her pussy throbs around me, and I know she’s close again. This time, I want her to take me with her.
“Come on, baby,” I grunt. I kiss her ear, her jaw, her cheek. “Come for me. Show me how much you love this.”
I hold her tight while she does what I ask.
I wrap my arms as tightly around her as I dare, because I don’t want to let her go.
Her inner muscles grip me tightly, and my body feels electric as I release myself inside her.
I press my nose against her hair and pray this moment will last for hours. For days. For fucking years.
Then Pippa giggles. “Holy shit, that was good,” she says, her voice light and shimmering.
I grin down at her. “You’re welcome.”
“Hey, I did at least some of the work.” She splashes me playfully.
“Hell yeah you did.” I kiss her temple. “You were the best part.”