Chapter 32
32
RUBY
We’re returning from stargazing when Chuck whoops behind me like Tarzan or something, then plucks me off my feet and slings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
He thunders up the stairs and into the bathroom before setting me down. We are laughing as he turns on the water and strips off his shirt. Then he turns to me.
He unbuttons my dress before easing it off my shoulders, leaving it puddling around my feet. His lips brush mine, and he motions for me to get in the shower.
The hot water cascades over us as Chuck works shampoo into my hair then rinses it, following it with conditioner.
“Were you a hairdresser in a previous life?” I ask. “Because you’re really good at this shampooing thing.”
“Actually, I felt I needed a backup plan in case hockey didn’t work out, so I did go to hairdresser school.”
“How’d that work out for ya?” I ask.
“Hmmm. You tell me. I mean, obviously, I think I’m pretty good. But I can only prove it to you if you let me cut your hair later. Whaddya think?”
“I’ll get back to you,” I murmur as his long fingers stroke my back.
I moan under his touch, his soapy hands reaching every inch of my flesh. My nipples harden and I grow wet, and when his teeth nip at my ear, I shiver.
Then his hands go to my back again, giving me another long, slow rub. He maneuvers me directly under the spray and watches as the suds swirl down the drain.
“All clean,” he says huskily. “My turn.”
Without a word, I pick up the shampoo bottle and pour a bit into my hands before lathering his long hair.
Following his lead, I soap up my hands and massage his back in long, firm strokes, working my fingers into the muscles.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That feels really good.” He breaks off as I move one hand around to cup his balls and lightly squeeze. “Ah, fuck yeah. That.” He hisses as I squeeze one more time before urging him under the spray to rinse the soap away.
Then, tossing him a wicked grin, I sink to my knees.
“Ruby,” he breathes as I lick his cock from balls to tip. Once, twice, long, languid tastes that have him tangling his fingers in the wet strands of my hair. “Oh, God.”
“Mmmm,” I murmur. “I love the way you taste, Chuck. I love your cock and what you can do with it.”
“Yeah? Show me.”
I lick him one more time before taking him deeply into my mouth. He mutters something, what I am not sure, and I let my hands rest on the back of his thighs as I worship his cock.
He bangs the back of my throat as I bob my head.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Your mouth takes my cock so well. Good girl.”
His praise, given in a strangled voice, floods me with pleasure and arousal. I flick my eyes up and see him staring intently, watching himself slide in and out of my lips.
“Can you handle it rougher?” he whispers and I nod. “I’m going to fuck your throat, baby.”
His hands dig into my scalp as he moves my head. He withdraws before slamming his hips forward and I gag, responding with a greedy sound of consent.
I want this. I love this.
My desire spikes as he pushes forward again, grunting as he face fucks me. I can barely breathe, much less speak, and am at his mercy as he pounds into my face, his balls slapping the bottom of my chin.
And holy shit, I am dripping wet.
“Look at your pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he rasps. “Look at how well you’re sucking me off. My good girl. Play with your tits for me, baby. Show me how much you want me.”
I raise my hands, palming myself and pinching my nipples. I manage a moan, the vibration causing Chuck to curse as his pleasure ratchets up.
With the water flowing over us, he grunts and groans, pulsing in and out of my mouth until he pauses, giving me the chance to seize a much-needed gulp of air. His hands brush mine away as he pushes my breasts together, making a little tunnel for his cock.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Feels good. You like being titty fucked, Ruby? You like having my cock all over you, in you?”
“Mmmm,” I answer, bending my head and licking the tip of his dick as he pushes it up between my breasts. “Like it. Need more.”
“More?” he grunts. “How about I shoot this load down your throat then fuck you again?”
“God, yes. Yes,” I pant. That’s what I want at this moment more than anything.
He pulls my head back, aiming his massive dick at my mouth, and I open, letting him slide down my throat again. He keeps his hands on my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples as he works his hips back and forth.
I feel him swell before he curses and moves his hands to brace against the shower wall. He comes hard, in long bursts, his salty essence sliding down my throat.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Goddamn.”
The water begins to turn cool, so he turns it off and helps me to my feet. After drying me and then himself, he leads me to the bedroom and pushes me onto the bed.
“My turn,” he announces. “And you’d better be ready.”
I am more than ready, soaking wet with arousal.
He pulls me to the center of the bed, rises to his knees, and puts my legs over his shoulders. He spreads me open, then leans forward and runs his tongue through my slit.
I gasp at the sensation, bucking my hips. He forces them back down. “Don’t move,” he scolds. “Just take what I give you.”
He lowers his head again, his lips fastening around my clit, which he sucks and flicks. When he bites down gently, I cry out as my first orgasm rolls through me. Before I can fully recover from that, his tongue is probing, licking, and plunging until I am nearly mindless. My legs are jelly, my fingers clutch the sheet, and my eyes are squeezed shut in total bliss.
Then he adds two fingers, pushing them inside and curling them, hitting that secret spot. I come undone again, soaking his hand. “That’s good, baby, so good. Can you come again like that?”
I am panting, trembling, but manage a weak nod. “Good girl,” he tells me. He moves up my body, kissing around my stomach before capturing a nipple in his teeth, biting gently while his fingers knead the other.
I can feel him, hard and throbbing, against my thigh. As he kisses me, he positions himself between my legs, his cock probing my entrance.
With one thrust he’s deep inside, filling me and stretching me. He withdraws a little, pushes forward again, and builds up a rhythm that leaves me gasping for air and screaming his name.
“What, baby? What do you want?”
“You,” I pant. “I want you.”
“You want it harder?”
I nod and his grin flashes down at me. Then he hooks an arm around my knee, opening me wider, and begins hammering me.
My hand moves to my clit, rubbing in circles, as he pounds me. I am flying, hurtling toward the edge, screaming his name. I come so hard I’m almost seizing.My body goes taut, then limp, as an orgasm washes over me. Chuck rides it out, watching me with hooded eyes as I open mine to look at him.
“Chuck,” I breathe.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” he tells me. “I love watching you come apart on my dick. Do it again.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.” He withdraws all the way, then slams into me again.
I moan.
My hips rise to meet his every downward move and, even after two explosive orgasms, my body still craves him.
His hand goes to my throat and squeezes lightly as he gives me a questioning look.
I nod and he lets his fingers tighten around my neck. I feel myself grip his cock at the same time, and as he thrusts into me, in and out, as it gets a little harder to breathe, I feel the flutters of another orgasm begin.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Do you know how tight you’re squeezing my cock, Ruby? You feel so good, baby. Gonna come, gonna come hard. Both of us.”
He’s right. We come together, he with a long grunt and me with a soft scream as the explosion of pleasure tears through us. I am shaking, unable to do anything but gasp for air.
We lie there, breathing heavily, our fingers entwined.
Finally, I am able to speak. “Jesus Christ,” I murmur.
“Yeah,” he replies. “I saw him. He looked happy for us.”
I snort out a laugh as Chuck pulls me close to him.
“Sleepy,” he mutters. “So sleepy.”
I can’t even manage a nod before I go under.