23. Just Enjoy The Ride
TWENTY-THREE
JUST ENJOY THE RIDE
Eve
The head of a pink vibrator emerges from between my legs. Charlie Cumming! He’s no longer kidnapped! My nipples pebble from excitement. I’ve used him many times on myself, but I’ve never had someone else use him on me.
“Don’t worry, I sanitized it.”
I flinch when the cool silicone makes contact as he slides the tip up and down my slit, coating it with my arousal. Within seconds, all thoughts of the cold vanish, replaced with a fiery inferno starting at my toes and rising throughout my body. My head falls against the chair as a slow moan falls from my lips. It’s a blissful out-of-body experience.
“Should I lick your pussy while fucking you with this? Would my greedy sunflower like that?” He presses the tip into my opening, only half an inch, and stops.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant. I rock my hips, trying to fuck the vibrator.
“So fucking greedy.” He tugs on the vibrator, keeping me from taking the pleasure for myself.
I whimper at the loss. A second later, he pushes the vibrator in a little farther, then pulls out after an inch before pushing back in. Leisurely, he continues to fuck me. A spark ignites, shooting through my entire body. I watch as the pink disappears inside of me. Each time he pulls out, it glistens with more of my arousal. His tongue swipes across his lips as if he wants, no needs, to savor every last drop. Under his hooded eyes, his irises burn with lust. He bends down and slides his tongue over my opening. A moan escapes me, and my back arches. My nails dig into the armrest while he continues to eat me out while spearing me with the vibrator. Reaching up with my other hand, I cup my breast, alternating between kneading the tender skin and pinching my nipple. My breathing becomes shallow as my moans and pants echo around us. “This feels so good.”
He pulls away. My arousal coats his lips. “You like when I fuck you with your vibrator?”
“Yes.”
“You certainly take it like a good girl.”
I curl my fingers around his hair and move his head exactly where I want it. He understands the assignment, and instead of using his mouth for talking, he puts it to better use. His tongue slides up my center, getting harder and rougher with each pass while he spears me with the vibrator. I squirm in the chair, savoring all the pleasure. His lips wrap around my clit and suck.
“Ah! Lach!” My back arches off the chair. My toes curl. “Oh fuck. It feels so good. I want to…” My pussy clenches around the vibrator, but I wish it was Lach’s cock instead.
His heated gaze fixates on my throbbing pussy as he thrusts the vibrator in and out. The pad of his thumb circles my clit as his mouth descends on me again. Between his mouth, his thumb, and the vibrator, it becomes too much. A white-hot heat erupts inside me and floods my body.
“Ah!” I roll my hips, needing more, needing him. “Oh! I can’t—” Words fail me as my pussy spasms around the vibrator. All I can do is feel.
“Come for me, Sunflower. All over my tongue. I want to taste you.”
My hand falls to his head, fingers clawing at his hair, as my orgasm rips through me. My chest heaves as I collect my breath. Lach sits up, my orgasm glistening on his mouth. He pulls out the vibrator and drags the tip across my inner thigh, leaving behind a trail of wetness.
“Let me clean you up.” He bends down and slides his tongue up my slit and over my still swollen clit.
“Oh! Lach! I can’t. I’m going to. Pass out.” I work to collect my breath, but it’s useless as my clit vibrates with pleasure. It’s like a rollercoaster ride that’s nothing but nonstop hills. As soon as I hit the bottom, I’m shot right back up. I don’t even get a second to breathe.
“I got you, Sunflower. Just enjoy the ride.” He continues to lick, suck, and nibble on my swollen clit.
“Yes! More!”
He flicks the tip of his tongue over my tight bud and my back arches. My hand slaps the chair’s armrest. I need something to keep me grounded before I shoot off like a rocket. My knuckles turn white as I grip the fabric of the armrest for dear life. There’s a good chance he’s going to bruise my clit. But it’s never felt this good before. A slow heat builds in my belly, and without notice, it bursts into an explosion. My eyes roll back in my head, and another orgasm consumes me. Lach continues to lick my pussy until my body stops shuddering. Slowly, he sits back on his haunches. He swipes the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Don’t tell me you have to clean me up again. That would just be a vicious, while pleasurable, cycle that would never break. But now it’s my turn.” I stand on wobbly legs and Lach does the same, hands on my hips to help my balance. “One of us is wearing entirely too many clothes.”
My gaze slides down his chest and to his cock, tenting his sweats. A smile flits over my lips as I slide my fingers under the waistband and tug them over his thighs. His cock springs free, bobbing up and down, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. After the sweats drop to the floor, he steps out of them. With a tight grip on his thick girth, I slide my hand over the head. A deep groan rumbles from his chest. His gaze drops to me. With his cock still in my hand, I pivot us so his knees hit the back of the chair. I release him from my grip and shove at his shoulders until he falls to the cushion. With my hands on his knees, I lower myself between his legs, but he stops me when I’m halfway.
“As much as I want your lips wrapped around me, I won’t last, and I want to be inside you.”
Slowly, I rise to my feet and glance over my shoulder. My bag with the condoms I picked up at the convenience store is on the nightstand next to the bed. Which would be a more favorable place for sex, but that’s too easy. I spin around, walk the few steps, and swipe the bag. While I make my way back to Lach, the plastic bag rustles as I blindly dig inside. My fingers wrap around the cardboard box. I pull it out and discard the bag on the floor. Sliding my finger under the flap, the glue releases, and I yank out an accordion of three foil packets. The box joins the bag on the floor. I toss the condoms at Lach, and they smack against his chest and slide down to his waist.
“Did you know these work better outside the foil?”
“Then I suggest you get to work because, in about five seconds, I’m going to mount you like a wild stallion.”
A smile curves his lips. He rips the foil pack and pulls out the condom. He rolls it over his cock and pinches the tip. The chair is small, but I manage to climb on his lap with my knees tucked outside his. Reaching behind me, I curl my fingers around the base of his cock, lining him up with my entrance. There’s no more foreplay. I’m primed for him. As soon as the head breaches my opening, I slide down until I’m fully seated. My mouth falls open on a gasp as he stretches me wide.
“Ah fuck.” Lach groans out. His fingers dimple my waist, holding me still.
Slowly, I rock my hips, loving how he feels inside me. One of his hands skates up my ribs until he’s cupping my breast. His thumb brushes over my stiff nipple, alternating between pinching and caressing.
I moan out his name as I continue to ride his cock. My nails dig into his shoulder muscles, creating half-moon craters in his skin. My head falls back, and my lips part. His hands grip my waist, halting my movement.
“What’s wrong?” I peer at him.
“Sit up and turn around.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Bossy.”
He leans in, his teeth nipping at my tender breast. “It will be in your best interest to listen.”
I roll my eyes but do as he asks. With my back to Lach, he guides me backward.
“Reverse cowgirl me.”
I step between his spread legs. His hand moves from my waist to his cock, holding himself while I sink down. My fingers clench his muscular thighs as I take him all the way.
“You’re so tight like this.”
Just as I’m about to move, a ringing fills the room, and I freeze.
“Your phone’s ringing.”
“Yep.” He slides his hands over my rib cage. A wave of goosebumps washes over me. His lips brush across my shoulder blade before he places a kiss there.
“Are you going to answer it?”
His mouth stills, then it’s replaced with his warm breath. “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing right now to answer my phone?”
“No. Don’t stop.”
“Okay,” he laughs, “that’s what I figured.”
I’m used to dating the dingleberry, Pax. Several times, while we were in the middle of making out, he’d answer his phone, claiming it was a client or on many occasions, his sister. Given what I know now, it was his wife every time.
Lach’s warm breath grazes my skin as his lips brush against me, the pressure of his hands firm but gentle on my waist, urging me to move. So I do. His nose trails across my shoulder blades as I slide up and down his cock. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and filthy. My back arches. The new angle causes a spark to ignite inside my belly. His calloused fingers skate across my chest and pinch my hard nipple. The spark bursts into a fireball.
“Ah! Yes!” A bolt of pleasure courses through my body. From every fingertip to the tips of my toes. Everywhere. He continues to pepper kisses across my back while I fuck his cock. The faint sound of my phone rings in the room. I ignore it, but Lach freezes.
His lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Your phone’s ringing. Do you want me to stop so you can answer that?”
“Hell no! If you stop, I’ll shank you.” My body shakes from his laughter.
“It’s kind of what I figured. But the shanking is new. Lean back, Sunflower. Put your feet on the armrest. Can you do that?”
With him still inside me, I lean back. He slides down the chair slightly to a half-sitting, half-lying position. Spreading my knees, I stretch to rest my feet on the armrest. My muscles pull tight and burn with exertion. I need to do more yoga. He slips out, and I hate the loss of him. Reaching between my legs, I wrap my hand around his girth and guide him to my opening. In one swift thrust, he’s stuffing me full.
“Ah!” My shriek quickly turns to a moan as he pounds into me from below.
My fingers claw at the armrest, trying to keep a fraction of control. But he feels too good. I’m already on the brink of explosion. His fingers go between my legs and circle my clit.
“Oh god!” My back arches.
My moans create a melody with his grunts. He continues to pump his hips in and out. A burst of white, sultry heat soars through my body.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” His hand claps over my mouth.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Shhh. The entire hotel can hear you milking my cock.” He pounds into me from below, and his hand muffles my screams of pleasure.
“Fuck. Sunflower. I won’t last much longer. You feel too fucking good.”
My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching around him. On one last, hard thrust, his orgasm roars through him. His movements slow to a stop. All the tension escapes my body, and I collapse against his chest. He slides out of me and wraps his arms around my stomach. He presses a kiss just below my ear where I have my sunflower tattoo. Something about the gesture is so sweet. He could kiss me anywhere else, but he always picks that spot.
“What do you say we move this party to the bed? Plus, I need to dispose of the condom.” He presses another kiss to my neck as his calloused fingers slide down my thighs.
Once again, my heart flutters. “If I must.”
Reluctantly, I drop my feet to the floor and stand. Sauntering to the bed, I throw back the covers, crawling underneath, while Lach tugs the condom off and strolls to the bathroom. A few seconds later, he emerges. I can’t help but stare at how his tattoos dance over his skin as he moves. It’s mesmerizing. He climbs into the bed and instantly pulls me to him, nuzzling my neck as we lean against the headboard.
“So why me? What makes me different from all the other girls?”
He chuckles. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“No, you just seem to be the type of guy who wouldn’t have any issues attracting a girl. Yet you’re here with me, even when I’m the last person you should really be with.” For a magnitude of reasons. Some his. Some mine.
He’s silent for a few minutes. For a moment, I think he’s fallen asleep, but he says, “You challenge me. It’s not every day I have a girl ghost me.”
“So you’ve always been the one to leave?”
“No, there’s always just been a mutual understanding. Same question. Why me?”
I don’t need to consider it. “You make me feel safe. The moment I met you, it felt different. I think it was part of the reason I bolted from the hotel room. What I was feeling was new, something I never experienced before, and fight or flight kicked in. Flight seemed like the easier choice.”
“If you run, you never have to face those feelings.”
“Exactly.”
“Did I ever tell you I like your tattoo? It reminds me of the sun. Bright and full of life. You are my sunshine. You make me miss you when you’re away,” he softly sings.
A laugh burst out of me. “Oh, that’s really cheesy.”
“Okay, well, how about this? You are my sunshine. You make me horny when you are near.”
“That’s even worse!”
“Both are very true statements.” He chuckles.
“It’s actually my favorite flower. That’s why I got it.” I drag my finger up and down his arm, watching the hairs slowly stand on end. “Why does this feel so different with you? I’ve been in my fair share of relationships, but none of them have felt like this. And if I’m being honest, it’s slightly terrifying.” I pinch my eyes shut at using the word “relationship.” We’ve never talked about what this is, and who knows what it will be once we get back to Harbor Highlands. “I’m not saying that this is a relationship per se, but you know, we’re together talking about relationships.”
“No, I feel it too. I’ve not had my fair share of relationships, but it’s been by choice. I do like being here with you. Just like this.”
I trace the colorful ink on his arm. “So, what about your tattoos? Any special meaning behind them?”
His muscles tense under my touch. “Um. I drew them.”
I glance at him, and his gaze is directed at the ceiling. There’s more behind his answer, but clearly, he doesn’t want to talk about it. “They’re amazing. You’re an amazing artist.”
All the tension releases from his shoulders. His warm palm rests against my cheek. He directs me to meet his eyes for a beat before he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. There’s no way he could be ready for round two, but if he is, count me in. Lach’s phone dings, and he freezes for a second.
“That’s right. Someone’s been blowing up my phone.” He twists to pick up his phone from the nightstand. After unlocking it, he scans whatever’s on the screen. He rips off the blanket and swivels to the side of the bed, his back facing me.
My brows pinch together. “What’s wrong?”
“There was a fire.”