Chapter 12
TWELV E
BLUE BALLS
Ryder
Nothing had ever tasted so good or been so fucking satisfying. Buried chin deep in Caroline’s gorgeous cunt was the place I was always meant to be. I’d known it all along, but she hadn’t really understood until the second orgasm crested with my name on her lips.
Hearing the glorious sound, I couldn’t imagine how anyone had ever willingly walked away from her.
She shuddered and bucked underneath my hands, yet I kept going. Two orgasms weren’t enough when I could feel a third sitting on the horizon. Or when I was already addicted to the sight of watching her come apart. All those walls shattering around her for at least a few seconds as the ecstasy took over.
“Ryder, Ryder—” she panted, tugging on my hair while holding my mouth to her pussy. She shamelessly ground herself over my mouth, and my hips rolled in the same motion. She fucked herself against my tongue, and I was fucking, well, nothing.
All I did was displace water and create small waves in the pool. Moving my hips was pointless, but I couldn’t stop it. My thighs were tight with the strain of keeping myself from coming. My balls were heavy, and my cock, trapped behind the wet, tight fabric of my briefs, was screaming for relief.
“Come on, baby. One more,” I growled.
She tugged my hair harder as I wrapped my free hand—the one that wasn’t buried deep inside her—under her ass and tugged her even closer, tilting her ass higher for a better angle.
“Don’t call me baby,” she argued as I expected.
I chuckled and panted against her cunt. Slipping my tongue over her clit, I poised it between my teeth and bit lightly. And the reaction was a beautiful, new symphony of sounds emanating from her lips. So, I bit harder and sucked the tight bundle of nerves into my mouth. The muscles in my hand began to strain, but I didn’t stop. I dragged the tips of my fingers against her inner wall and the sweet spot a few inches in.
Her arousal coated my chin and my tongue. As I added a third finger, a broken, pleasure-laced sob pierced the air, and she bucked hard enough to nearly leap from my hands. But I held on and let her ride my face and clench around my fingers.
Her entire body vibrated as the orgasm ripped through her. I couldn’t be certain but the third felt just as powerful as the first, maybe even stronger. I wanted to live in the wake of her pleasure and watch the ecstasy overwhelm her body over and over again. But eventually, her body went limp, and I carefully set her back down.
A faint flush spread over her chest and up her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell quickly, but she laid at the edge of the pool completely sated. A similar satisfaction pounded in my chest. I’d been the one to make her feel that way. So weak from pleasure that her eyes were still closed, and her arms were slumped to her sides.
But there was no satisfaction for my poor, aching erection.
Caroline stirred as I adjusted my soaking briefs. The brush of my hand against the swollen head made my hips jolt, and I groane d at the sensation. There would be no relief until I was deep inside her and not a second before.
Caroline pushed up from the ground and reached for her swimsuit bottoms I carelessly tossed to the side. Not like we really needed them with my head between her legs. With her discarded swimsuit in her hands, she stood and grabbed the towel I’d rested her head on.
“Well, this was fun,” she murmured, running a hand through her slowly drying hair as she unfolded the towel and wrapped it around her waist. She scooped up the dress I’d come by to drop off but left the extra towel on the chair next to it. She was halfway to the door before I had the sense to follow.
Without a definitive plan, I braced my hands on the edge of the pool and jumped out.
“Caroline, wait.”
She stopped abruptly and turned, holding up a hand, her swimsuit swinging from her fingers. “No,” she said. “You’re not coming in.”
I swallowed and closed my eyes for a moment, willing the blood to migrate anywhere else besides below my waist. Bracing my hands on my hips, water dripped and pooled underneath me.
“Okay, not exactly what I expected. I feel like that was some pretty good begging, convincing…”
“It was,” she agreed. “But you said you were willing to take whatever I give you…” she said, and although they were truthful, I knew those words would live to haunt me.
“I did,” I agreed and smiled, but Caroline raised one eyebrow and gave me her most withering stare that did little to make me waver. She turned, opened the door, and took a step past the threshold. But before she disappeared inside, she glanced over her shoulder and said, “Good night, Trouble.”
I swiped a hand through my hair and readjusted on my feet, imagining all the dirty things we could have gotten up to if she’d invited me inside. “Good night, pretty girl. ”
Caroline slipped inside, and everything inside me was telling me to go after her. But I figured space was more important. She’d been denying any feelings, sexual or otherwise, for me for years, so I was sure she was overwhelmed.
Me, on the other hand, I think I was in shock. Especially since I couldn’t manage a single coherent thought. She’d walked away from me, but I still felt like I was walking on a cloud when I gathered my clothes and retrieved the spare towel from the chair.
Call it overconfidence or cockiness, but I knew that wouldn’t be the last time we’d be together. We both wanted, needed , more.