Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
RIGHT ON THE EDGE
Ryder
A small sliver of light slipped under the edge of the blindfold but not enough for me to see anything. That didn’t keep me from imagining what she might look like, though.
With her weight on top of me, she pressed her palms against my chest and ground her hips across my pounding erection. But there were too many layers between us.
One more torturous movement of her hips, and she grappled with the button of my jeans. She slipped off my lap and then tugged them down my legs. For a moment, there was nothing else. I could feel her moving next to me, but she wasn’t touching me.
God, it was cruel torment listening to the bed rustle without knowing exactly what was happening and not being able to participate.
“Look at this wet spot on your briefs,” she purred, her mouth suddenly next to my ear and the tips of her nails scraping against the fabric stretched around my cock.
I sucked in a shallow breath through my teeth and kicked my hips up to meet her touch .
“No, no,” she tsked. She kissed the shell of my ear, and her hand disappeared. “Keep your hips on the bed, or I’ll tie your legs down, too.”
The idea of her completely immobilizing me, using me for her pleasure and to bring to fruition her dirtiest desires, sounded gloriously devious and erotic. When my ass hit the bed once again, her nails reappeared. She circled what I guessed was the wet spot she’d mentioned and caressed the head of my cock.
A grunt left my lips, and she kissed the sound. Eager for more of her mouth on mine, I chased her lips, but she was too far out of reach. Her little tinkling laughter was farther away.
“You’re leaking everywhere for me, Ryder.”
I nodded, and my mind was foggy from desire.
“You look so good like this,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper like she couldn’t believe what she was admitting. Hell, I couldn’t believe it either. Every second we spent together felt like the culmination of every dream I’d ever had. It was too good to be true.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock since…well, for a while now. But especially since last week.” She continued drawing torturous patterns against my briefs, occasionally squeezing my shaft through the fabric. I had little doubt that the wet spot was growing immeasurably. My dick was weeping to feel her bare hand, her mouth or even better, her cunt.
She shifted again next to my right side and then there was a new sensation. Something warm and wet, her mouth and then her tongue, kissing my fabric-covered cock. It took everything in me not to raise my hips and search for more. But I fisted my hands and fought the urge which she rewarded me for. She kissed and licked up and down my shaft, sucking on the crown and brushing against my balls.
“Please, pretty girl,” I muttered.
“Please, what, Ryder? What do you want me to do?” Her lips migrated up my stomach, peppering quick kisses back and forth across my stomach and over my chest .
“Take my cock out,” I pleaded through gritted teeth then I couldn’t help but add, “and see what you’ve been missing.”
Her chuckle was wry yet sweet. “You think I’m going to be impressed or something?”
“I’m an eternally optimistic person, so I hope so.”
With one final kiss to the corner of my mouth, she moved again, and I held my breath. Mercifully, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my briefs, and I lifted my hips as she slid them down.
She was silent, and I couldn’t take it. Without being able to see her facial expression, I couldn’t begin to guess her thoughts.
“If you’re going to run, just make sure you untie me first,” I joked, tugging lightly on the restraints so they rattled against the bedframe.
But without words, she made her intentions clear. Her soft palm dragged over me, and her fingers encircled my shaft. One long, hard pull, and I almost came right then and there. Gritting my teeth, I knew holding back would be excruciating. But I didn’t know just how bad until she dropped her mouth to the crown.
Her tongue twirled around me, and the hum emanating from the back of her throat vibrated through my shaft. I felt the sound in my balls and down my legs which shook uncontrollably.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Caroline murmured. “And I’m not not impressed.”
Her hand worked up and down in a rhythm that would have made my eyes cross if they were open. Her mouth was back on me a second later, and the combination of the two was incredible. She sucked and licked like her life depended on it. Using the spit collecting around me, she twisted her wrist in sync with her skillful mouth. I couldn’t see her, but the sounds she was making were fucking obscene.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” I panted. The telltale tightening in my balls and pressure at the base of my cock began, and th ere was nothing I could do. A few minutes in, and I was going to shoot my load into her pretty little mouth.
But at the last second, just before I hit the peak, Caroline stopped. Her mouth was gone, but her hand was still there yet unmoving. “Well, we don’t want that, do we? At least not yet.”
I shook my head and tried to even out my breath which was coming in short, staccato gasps. I was already wound up, but the blindfold did exactly as I expected, making every other sense sharper and more potent.
Every brush of her hand felt like an electric shock, and every caress of her tongue was…there wasn’t a word that could describe the perfection of it. But I needed a distraction, and there was only one that would do. One that made my mouth water thinking about sampling the sweet, intoxicating taste once again.
“Sit on my face,” I instructed, then added a desperate, “ please ,” to get my point across. At that moment, I needed her like I needed the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins.
“I thought you burned your tongue,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. Her hand picked back up again, the same taunting twist of her wrist around my cock, only slower and more deliberate. She was stretching out my pleasure, and I swore I was going to fall into a bottomless delirium.
“I’m fine,” I grunted and reached for her only to be caught by the restraint. A long sigh slipped from my mouth, and I fought to keep any semblance of composure. All I wanted to do was grab her and move her where I wished, but she was in control. And that was just as hot. “Nothing is going to keep me from tasting your perfect cunt again.”
Caroline moved, and my heart pounded against my ribcage with hope that I’d feel her thighs wrap around my head.
“Such a dirty mouth, Trouble,” she said, and I tried to identify where she was, but I couldn’t tell. Closer or farther away, I gritted my teeth until she brushed against my side.
“You love my dirty mouth, pretty girl. Now, sit on my fucking face.” The words were barely out of my mouth when I felt h er legs brush against my cheeks and smelled the heady scent of her desire. Her knees pressed into the pillows around me, and my mouth was immediately watering.
Finally, Caroline dropped down onto my waiting tongue, and I wasted no time. Using my tongue, I explored her cunt. I licked and feasted on every inch of her until she was dripping down my chin.
Above me, I listened to her little moans and the sound of her breathing to gauge which movements she liked most. My perfect siren loved when I tugged on her clit with my teeth or sucked it hard between my lips. And similarly, she couldn’t help but grind her hips and cry out when I pressed my tongue into her opening as far as I could go. She tensed around me and stalled her hips to allow me better access.
My hands itched to grab her ass and help her grind against me, or to let her milk my fingers as she had the other night, but I didn’t need them to make her feel good. My tongue would be more than enough.
Her fingers wound through my hair, and her hips began to rock. Leisurely at first, she made sure my tongue touched every part of her, but her movements sped up as she chased her pleasure. Flattening my tongue, I let her use me. And my cock throbbed with the knowledge she was doing just that. She wasn’t concerned if I could breathe. Hell, I didn’t fucking care either—both of us were intent on one thing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck ,” she moaned a second before she fell apart. Her legs shook, and her pussy convulsed. Her taste flooded my tongue, and I did my best to collect every last drop. The prettiest sound, though, between each moan and delighted groan was my name falling from her lips.
She rode out her pleasure, and my hips rocked up into the air. Seeing her wasn’t necessary when I could hear and feel her body writhing. Several seconds passed, and I worried that I’d come just from experiencing her orgasm secondhand.
She settled back, her ass landing on my chest, and our panted breath s mingled in the quiet room around us. She moaned softly, and her hand unwound from my hair. Fingers brushing down my face, across the mask, she dragged them across my lower lip, collecting what I assumed was remnants of her orgasm.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but I love your mouth,” she said.
I smiled and nipped at her thumb. “That’s all I want, baby. I hope by the time we’re done, you’ll love every part of my body.”
She tugged her finger free, and her weight disappeared from my chest. “Call me baby one more time, and I won’t suck your cock again.”
I rolled my lips and clenched my hands into fists. I wasn’t sure why she had such an aversion to the pet name, and I’d tried to refrain from using it, but I hadn’t had much success. Every time I saw her—or felt her—all I thought was, baby. My baby.
“I would never risk that, pretty girl. Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt. That would be the ultimate torture.”
I felt her moving next to me again and tensed when she ended up poised between my outstretched legs. Her hands clasped my knees and massaged up my thighs. Not being able to see her, I was on edge waiting for her next move. But she slid her hands higher and cupped my balls in one hand while the other palmed the underside of my cock.
“No, torture would be me taking the blindfold off, sitting in the chair across the room, and making you watch as I make myself come over and over again.”
She was right, that would be torture, but that also sounded so fucking hot. Watching her sit in that black leather chair with her legs slung over each arm and her fingers buried in her tight, wet cunt.
Caroline laughed and wrapped her hand around me. “Your cock just jumped like you don’t hate the idea.”
“I don’t,” I admitted. “But I also think I might die if you don’t wrap your mouth around me again.”
She hummed and pumped me in long, hard strokes. “You’re so dra matic. Lucky for you, I want your cock in my mouth again.” And she did just that. She sucked only the head into her mouth and worked her hand up and down my shaft.
Seconds, all it took was seconds of her merciless, perfect pace to make my balls draw up. But the moment it began, Caroline stopped. She lifted her mouth off me, and I muttered a curse, groaning toward the ceiling.
When her hand started back up again, and she replaced her mouth, I was immediately barreling toward ecstasy again. I planted my heels on the bed and shifted my hips. She removed her hand and let me fuck up into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged but took everything I gave her. And the sounds she was making?—
“Fuck, Caroline. Don’t stop—don’t—” I didn’t know what I was saying, each word was a mumbled, garbled plea. The need inside me was building, and my ability to make any sense was long gone. All I was thinking about was how badly I wanted to—needed to—come.
But then she stopped again, and I realized what she was doing. She’d tied me up, blindfolded me, and now, I wasn’t going to come until she allowed me to.