Chapter 29
29
CHUCK
I take a deep breath before opening the door to our bungalow. After our conversation by the pool, I'm not sure what to expect. Will Ruby even be here? And if she is, will she want to talk to me?
I spot her lying on the bed, curled up, her back to the door. The sight of her makes my heart ache. She looks small. Vulnerable. Sad.
Before I can overthink it, I kick off my shoes and climb in behind her. Carefully, giving her every opportunity to pull away, I wrap an arm around her waist.
"Hey.”
For a moment, she tenses. Then, to my relief, she relaxes.
"Hey," she whispers back.
We lie there in silence for a while, the only sound our synchronized breathing. Finally, I can't take it anymore.
"So," I say, trying to keep my tone light, "on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate our accidental foray into the world of swinging?"
To my surprise and delight, she lets out a small laugh. "Oh, definitely an eleven. I mean, where else can you get propositioned by a guy named Hans while simultaneously questioning every life choice that led you to this moment?"
I chuckle, tightening my arm around her. "Don't forget the naked yoga. That's got to be worth at least an extra point."
She groans, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "True. All those sunburned asses."
We fall into an easy banter, trading stories about our observations. With each shared laugh, I feel the tension between us dissipating. This is what I've been missing all day—this easy connection, the way we just... fit.
As our laughter dies down, I find myself saying, "You know, as crazy as this whole situation is, I'm really enjoying my time with you, Ruby."
She's quiet for a moment, and I hold my breath, worried I've said too much. Then, so quiet I almost miss it, she says, "Yeah. Me too."
"Yeah?"
Ruby nods, still not turning to face me. "Yeah."
I wait for her to elaborate, but she remains silent. "Hey," I say gently, "I think I deserve a little more than that. What's going on in that brilliant librarian brain of yours?"
She sighs, rolling onto her back so she can look at me. Her eyes are wide, vulnerable in a way I've never seen before. "It's just... this is all so fast, Chuck. And complicated. I mean, we barely know each other."
"So let's get to know each other," I say, propping myself up on an elbow. "What do you want to know?"
Ruby bites her lip, considering. "Okay. Why hockey?"
I smile, thinking back. "Honestly? It started as a way to burn off energy. I was a hyper kid, always getting into trouble. My parents stuck me in every sport they could think of, hoping something would work. Hockey was the one that clicked."
"And now?" Ruby asks.
"Now... it's everything. The speed, the strategy, the teamwork – there's nothing like it. When I'm on the ice, everything else fades away. It's just me, the puck, and the goal."
Ruby nods. "I can understand that. It's how I feel about books.”
"Yeah?" I ask. "Tell me about that."
And she does. She talks about losing herself in stories as a kid, about the peace she finds in organizing and cataloguing, about the joy of connecting the right book with the right reader. As she speaks, her whole face lights up, and I find myself falling even harder for her.
When she finishes, I can't help but ask, "So, what's holding you back? With us, I mean."
Ruby sighs, her smile fading. "I... I'm scared, Chuck. I've never been good at this stuff. Relationships, intimacy – it's not exactly my strong suit. And you're... well, you're you. Charming, confident, probably used to dating models or actresses or?—"
I cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Ruby, stop. You want to know something? Those women, the ones you think I usually date? They're boring. They're predictable. But you? You challenge me. You make me laugh. You make me want to be better. You’re also a pain in the ass. And I even kind of like that."
Her eyes widen, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Really?"
"Really," I say firmly. "Look, I'm not saying this has to be some grand romance for the ages. But I like you, Ruby Brooks. A lot. And I think we could be good together, if you're willing to give it a shot."
For a long moment, she studies me, her eyes searching. Then, slowly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers.
"Okay?" I repeat, hardly daring to believe it.
"Okay," she says again, more firmly this time. And then she's kissing me, and everything else fades away.
I strip her clothes off without a word. She barely gives me a nod before my fingers are sliding deep into her pussy and an instant orgasm rips through her body. Her back bows off of the bed as her hips undulate in pleasure, and a moan slips past her lips as she continues to contract around my fingers.
We lie together, my intent to fuck her as soon as possible, but she has other ideas. While we face each other, she grinds against me.
“I love the feel of your long, thick cock. I need to feel you, I need you inside me.” Attacking the button of my shorts, she jerks at them, wanting them off.
“Whoa, slow down, Ruby. We’ve got plenty of time,” I murmur against her lips.
“I need you now.” She reaches her hand inside my boxers and practically purrs as she grasps my cock. It is so thick that her fingers can’t wrap around it. She strokes me slowly, enjoying it.
A groan slips past my lips as I thrust into her hand. But after a few more strokes, I halt her movements, pushing her hand away.
“Enough,” I say gruffly. I jump off the bed and pull her to the very edge, almost with her ass hanging off. I spread her legs with my knees, thrusting my fingers back inside of her.
I set up a delicious rhythm, thrusting my fingers deep as my thumb massages her clit. Slow and then fast, deep then shallow. Within minutes, she is squirming on the bed, and the room fills with the sound of her erratic breathing. Just as I feel the tightening of her impending orgasm, I pull my fingers away.
She whimpers at the loss, but before she has a chance to protest, I kneel on the floor, my mouth covering her pussy.
She moans in pleasure as my tongue plunges deep. I am merciless, and when I finally suck her clit into my mouth, she detonates.
It goes on and on, and I savor every second. The sound of her harsh breathing is the only noise in the room as she comes down from the high.
Sitting up, she grasps the gaping waistband of my shorts and pulls them down my thighs until they bunch at the knees. My erection is outlined by my boxers, the head peeking out. Slowly removing the last bit of material between us, she stares as my cock springs free.
Joining me on the floor, she grabs me by the base, takes my cock into her mouth, moaning at my taste. Her tongue traces along my bulging vein before she shifts her attention to the head. She flicks her tongue back and forth over my slit, and hums when she is gifted with a drop of precum.
I groan and bury one of my hands in her hair, guiding her in her movement. “That feels so good, baby. You have no idea how much I like your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock like this,” I murmur.
She picks up the pace, hollowing her cheeks as she swallows me down her throat, massaging my balls.
“Oh shit.” I pull at her hair, leaving her no choice but to release me. “I’m not coming until I’m inside of you. Lay back, baby,” I order.
Obeying my command, she flops back down on the bed and spreads her legs wide for me. Planting one of my hands on the bed beside her head, I use the other to lift up her face so I can stare into her eyes.
Lining up my cock against her slit, I rub the head back and forth, collecting her juices, before slowly pushing into her. She stretches around the head of my dick, and I fight the urge to come right then and there.
“God, baby, you’re tight,” I mutter, trailing kisses across her cheek. I nip at the lobe of her ear, sucking it into my mouth as I push more of my cock inside.
Her pussy clenches around me and, shifting her hips experimentally, she cries out in pleasure as I slide deeper.
“Are you ready?” I ask, holding myself still as I wait for her answer.
“Yes! Please, please.”
My hips begin to retreat before slowly thrusting forward. When she moans, I pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper.
“Oh God! It’s so good,” she cries out as her muscles contract around me.
“So good,” I agree. Lowering my head, I draw one of her nipples into my mouth and suck the tip as my tongue plays with the nub. My cock pounds her pussy like a jackhammer, and combined with the breast play, she climaxes.
As her body ripples around me, she screams in pleasure. Each spasm of her pussy milks my cock.
Leaning back up, I grab her hips to hold her in place as I continue to pound her. The sound of our skin slapping together is an erotic echo in the room, only adding to my arousal.
“You’re going to come for me again,” I say as I grind my pelvis into her clit. And she knows that I am right.
My every stroke into her pussy is at a different angle, and she cries out as I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
My chuckle interrupts her cry. “Right there, huh?” I pull her hips into the thrust of my cock, each time hitting that sensitive spot.
“Oh, fuck! I can’t take any more!” she screams.
“You can take it and you will,” I growl, punctuating my words as I once again slam into her.
“Don’t fight it, Ruby,” I croon. My touch grows firmer. “Such a tight little pussy. And it’s all mine.”
I pinch her clit as I thrust again, and she screams as she climaxes. She floods me like a burst dam, her juices coating my cock and making my intrusion easier. Wave upon wave of pleasure floats through my body as I continue fucking her.
Too much. It is too much. Black spots fill my vision as I stiffen, the muscles in my neck becoming taut.
“Fuck, fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good squeezing my cock,” I say as I grind into her, seating myself as deep as I can go. My breath halts and my body jerks as I come.
Ruby runs her hands up and down my chest. Finally, my body sags against hers. I relish the feel of her skin against mine as we catch our breath. I move to the side of her and we rest for what seems like an hour.
“What do you say we go take a shower, Ruby?”
“Okay,” says weakly.
“I’m never going to get enough of you,” I whisper as I plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “And Ruby?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to fuck you again.”
Hours later, whispered words of affection fill the air. It's not perfect, and there are some awkward fumbling, moments of shy laughter, but it's real. It's us.
Afterwards, as we lie tangled together, Ruby's head on my chest and my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back, I feel a new kind of contentment. This thing between us, whatever it is, feels like the start of something great.
"Hey, Ruby?" I murmur.
"Hmm?"
"I'm really glad we accidentally ended up at a swingers resort together."
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. "I bet you are, you nut."
"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But you like me anyway."
"God help me," she sighs dramatically, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "I do."
As I hold her, I can't help but think how funny it is that good things come from unexpected places. And Ruby Brooks? She might be the best unexpected thing that's happened to me in a long time.