Chapter 5
FIVE
Ridge
I dropped the last piece of Addy’s clothing on the floor of my kitchen and backed up a few inches to take a real good look at her. Of course, I’d already seen a majority of her body when she was onstage; the only things hidden had been the top and lips of her pussy and the small part of her ass that hadn’t been covered by the thong.
But as she sat under one of the lights, leaning back on her arms, she looked entirely different than earlier this evening.
She was even more breathtakingly beautiful. Every inch of her body was fucking incredible. And here, with her posture relaxed, the edges of her had softened. Her sun-kissed skin was even smoother. Her tits bounced with each breath, shaped like perfect teardrops, with pink nipples that were achingly hard. A rod with a pink gem at the top was pierced through her belly button. And below sat one sexy pussy, her clit hidden beneath tight, hairless folds.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
“Fuck,” I groaned, unable to look at her face just yet. Not when I still had so much of her body to take in, not when I was finally making tonight’s dream come true.
In my house, she wasn’t posing. She wasn’t putting on an act.
She was showing every honest, raw curve.
And I wanted to lick each one.
“You’re looking at me like you haven’t already seen most of my body.”
Reluctantly, my eyes rose to hers. “I feel as though I haven’t.”
“How can you say that?”
I closed the distance between us, rubbing my hands over her legs. My pressure wasn’t like a massage; this was lighter. “The woman I saw at the club isn’t the same woman who’s in my kitchen now.” My face leaned in closer. “What I saw there was a screen. A filter. You might as well have been dressed in a fucking snowsuit.” I traced the bottom of her jaw. “Here, I’m seeing you for the first time, and, my God, Addy, I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous.”
“It’s like I’ve never heard those words before—that’s how powerful you make them feel.”
I caged her between my arms. “And knowing that body is going to be mine tonight—you have no idea what that’s doing to me.”
“Tell me.”
I hovered my lips over hers. “I want to fucking worship you. Starting with your hair that I want wrapped around my fist, moving to your skin that I want to lick and suck. Bite. And when I can’t take another second of not being inside of you, I’m going to slide into your hot, wet pussy. A pussy that’s so wet because of what my tongue plans to do to it.”
I kissed her.
Not just a parting of lips and the exchange of breath.
This was a kiss that she’d remember. One that tilted her face at a new angle, that gripped her cheek, that had my tongue slipping into her mouth, that had her inhaling my air.
And when I pulled back, she let out a long, deep pant. “Wow.”
Her eyes were wide, feral.
Starving.
“I don’t know what’s been spoken to you before. I can only tell you that even though that’s the best I’ve got, that statement isn’t nearly strong enough. Because nothing I said even comes close to describing what I’m looking at right now.”
Her hand went to my cheek, holding it while she gazed into my eyes. The silence from her was louder than anything I’d ever heard.
What she wasn’t saying, what I’d sensed from our previous conversation, was that Addy hadn’t been appreciated the way she deserved and what I gave her was something she hadn’t anticipated.
She was here for an escape. That was all she’d admit to.
For now.
But she was getting much more, and she’d continue to until she walked out my door.
“There’s nothing like you,” I whispered.
That was confirmed the more I talked to her, the more I learned, the bit by bit she unraveled.
She scanned my eyes, from right to left, and then a slower sweep, reversing the pattern. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing yet.”
Her head shook. “That’s not true.”
“You came to my house for my lips … it’s time you get them.”
Her finger pressed against the center of my mouth as though she were quieting me.
I knew she wasn’t.
“Regardless of what I came for, you’re giving me much more than just these.”
I said nothing, not because her finger was in the way—that certainly wouldn’t have stopped me—but because I let my eyes do all the talking instead.
After several seconds of a hard, rabid stare, I reached behind her back and pulled her fully against me, making sure her legs were wrapped around me before I lifted her into the air.
“This is the longest walk of my life,” I said against her lips.
“Because I’m heavy?” Her hair tickled my face before she flicked it away. “You can put me down?—”
“You’re not even close to being heavy.” Her assumption earned her a chuckle. “It’s just … the longer it takes to get you into my bedroom, the longer I have to wait to taste you.”
“That’s right, you’re going to … taste me,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
“Don’t hate me when I ask this—I know the timing is awful and random, and this question is probably coming out of the blue.”
I halted in the center of the living room.
“Could we make a pit stop at the shower?” Her arms crossed behind my neck. “I only need a few minutes in there, but washing off this night is honestly very necessary—along with all this perfume.”
A request I could handle, unlike some of the others that had come to mind.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” I voiced.
“We’re negotiating?”
I smiled. “We can stop in the shower as long as I can take one with you.”
“Deal.”
When I walked us into the wing of my bedroom, I turned toward the en suite, reaching inside the large walk-in shower to turn on the water and setting her on the bench opposite the multiple showerheads.
“Don’t move.” While I left her there, I went into my bedroom and into my closet, grabbing a condom from the drawer where I hid them under my boxers—a place Daisy wasn’t tall enough to reach yet.
And as I made my way back to the bathroom, I stripped off my clothes. By the time I reached her, I only had my boxer briefs left.
“Good Lord,” she sang.
My hands stilled on the elastic waist. “What?”
“I knew you were hiding something special under those clothes, but that ? ” Her eyes weren’t on mine; they were on my body, just like mine hadn’t been on hers once I got her naked. “ That I didn’t see coming.”
Damn, I loved the heat from her stare.
And I loved that she liked what she saw.
I stroked my abs and lifted to one of my pecs, rubbing my hand across it before I let my boxers fall.
“And I’m dead.”
I pumped my dick several times, my hard-on raging. “It’s yours tonight, Addy. But you can’t die on me, at least not until I have you.”
She slowly looked up at me. “You mean, until I have you.”
“You wanted experience, you’re getting it.”
“With that”—she nodded toward my cock—“I’m getting a lot more than just experience.”
I joined her in the shower and set the condom on one of the shampoo ledges. “Come here.”
I lifted her onto her feet, positioning her in a way where the overhead faucet would flow against her hair and the side jet would hit her back.
“This is going to be the best shower you’ve ever taken.” To prove that point even further, I dumped some shampoo in my palm and rubbed it over my fingers before I slipped my hands into her hair, spreading the suds over her long locks.
“It already is,” she moaned. “This feels so good.”
Once I got each strand coated, I did the same with the shampoo and moved on to the soap, lathering some of the body wash between my hands and rubbing the liquid over her shoulders.
“ Mmm . The earthy scent.”
I dipped to her upper back and around to her sides. “The … what ?”
“I smelled a combination of scents on you.”
While the water was beading over her long lashes, she put some soap in her hand and stuck her face under the stream, scrubbing off the makeup. When she glanced at me, her eyes were free of all the black, and she looked even more beautiful in this raw form.
“I didn’t realize one was from your soap,” she said. “The other two must be from your cologne.”
“Which are?”
She smiled. “A little salty and a little sassy.”
I laughed and added more body wash to my hand, slowly making my way up to her navel. “I know we’re both naked, and I know what I’m about to do to you, and I know that’s the whole reason we’re in this shower, but the good guy in me wants to ask if it’s all right to touch you.” My hands froze at her ribs.
“So, so sweet.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me, her arms locking around my neck. “What if I said no?”
“I’d let you wash yourself, and I’d hand you a towel when you were done. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t watch you—fuck, I’d have the best seat in the house.”
“You want a show?”
My hands went higher, sitting just below her tits. “I already had that tonight. It’s my turn to give you a show.”
“How do you plan to do that?”
“I want you to watch me while I touch you.” I pressed my lips against the far side of her cheek. “And when I’m on my knees, licking your pussy, I want you to watch that too.”
She let out a quivering exhale, a sound that told me she was ready for whatever I wanted to give her.
“Every time my tongue laps your cunt, Addy, I want your eyes fixed on me.”
“Yes,” she dragged out, tugging my hair. “What are you waiting for?”
“You haven’t given me your permission.”
“Touch me, Ridge. Please.” She drew in some air. “Now.”
When she’d wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, she made it difficult to touch her chest, but I still squeezed my fingers between our bodies and rubbed the bubbles across her nipples. I pulled at the small buds, pinching them just enough to make her arch.
“God. That feels so good.”
My lips left hers and went to her neck, kissing up to her ear and across her cheek, and when I reached the other side, I went down her collarbone. My hands, drenched with more soap, were moving at the same time, gradually making my way to her stomach until I reached her pussy.
“Oh!”
“You want more?” I asked.
“Yes. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
My soapy thumb went to her clit, the pad brushing circles around it while the rest of my hand dived through her lips and around her pussy, washing her off before one of my fingers plunged inside her. “Am I still so sweet?”
“Fuck.” Her nails were stabbing the back of my neck. “It’s not going to take much more of that to make me come.”
It didn’t matter that I’d washed her with my soap and that her hair was now soaked and unscented; I could still smell the vanilla-latte aroma, and I wondered if the scent would be on her cunt.
If I’d be able to taste it.
If it would be running down my throat when I swallowed her.
“What about when I do this?” I added a second finger and turned my wrist, aiming toward her G-spot.
“Ridge!” She gasped in a mouthful of air, her lips on mine, so I could feel her inhale and her chest pressing against me when it puffed out.
“Does this still make me the sweetest?” My hand began to move faster, deeper.
And, damn it, all it did was tease me. I was envious of my fingers since they were getting to feel her tightness and wetness before my dick. A hard-on that was fucking pounding to be inside her.
“You’re veering toward naughty.” She added, “Very, very naughty,” when I increased the pressure.
I pulled my way out of her locked arms and squatted to the floor, gazing up at her while I replaced my thumb with my tongue. While I gave her a long swipe, I breathed her in, filling my nose and mouth with vanilla.
A flavor that was suddenly explosive.
“And now?” I asked.
“Oh. My. God.”
I didn’t lick like her clit was the tip of a soft-serve ice cream and I was sampling the flavor. I licked like I was taking my first bite, like I couldn’t wait to eat, like I needed her covering my fucking tongue.
Like her orgasm was the one thing I was after.
Because it was.
I wanted to feel her shudders vibrate across my mouth. I wanted to taste her cum in the back of my throat on its way down. I wanted to hear her moans as they echoed through the steam in my shower.
“Your tongue … damn.” Her eyes were closed, but they found mine. “How are you so good at this?” She reached for my hair, twisting the locks.
I was focused on the top of her clit. But that was with my tongue. With my fingers, I worked up to a speed that was driving her straight to the edge.
I could see it in her face.
I could sense it in her voice.
I could feel it by the way her hips were rocking forward and how her clit was hardening.
I didn’t want to stop. I could lick her cunt all night.
But there were other parts of me that wanted to experience her pussy. That wanted to sink into her wetness. And that was what I thought of when my tongue and fingers synced up and went faster.
“Ridge!”
There was nothing hotter, more satisfying than hearing a woman moan my name.
The only thing that came close was watching her come.
And that was about to happen.
Right fucking now.
“Ah!” she shouted.
Her hands flattened against my head as I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding the back with my teeth and flicking the very end. I didn’t need to add a third finger. Two was enough for her body and plenty to push her toward the peak.
A peak that was coming on strong, her stomach still, her thighs frozen—until they weren’t. And when that happened, spasms shook both parts of her body, her screams the only thing I could hear.
What a sound that was.
What a sight.
What a feel, especially as my teeth released her and her pussy turned even wetter.
“Fuck! Me!” She was grinding against my mouth, using my head for balance, her wet hair a curtain as she stared down at me, her expression showing that she couldn’t believe what she was feeling.
If she only knew … this was just the beginning. I wasn’t just a man dreaming about tomorrow. I was a man dreaming about doing this day after day after day.
Feasting on a pussy like this would be enough for me.
“I can’t … breathe.” Her eyes closed. “Ridge, shit!”
Even though she was on her way down and I’d slowed, my movements were still strong, lightening a little more with each pass, waiting for her stillness as the signal to stop.
When I got it, I gave her a final lick, making sure I caught every drop of her cum on my tongue before I rose to my feet. “Addy, your pussy—it’s fucking beautiful.”
She gazed at me like she was in awe. “You …”
I smiled, thumbing her off my lips. “What about me?”
“When I come up with the right words, I’ll blurt them out. But right now, I think you’ve licked the sense out of me.”
I chuckled. “That’s fair.” I grabbed the condom from the shelf and tore off the corner, returning the foil next to the shampoo and holding the latex.
“Are we getting out?” she asked.
“Hell no.”
She skimmed her bottom lip with her teeth. “Good, because it’s my turn.” She held my hand and walked me over to the bench, where she took a seat, facing me, and aimed the tip of my cock to her mouth.
“Yes,” I rumbled. “I like how you think.”
“It’s only fair to know how you taste too.”
Her eyes widened as she took in my crown, her hand circling the bottom of my shaft, pumping toward the middle while she lowered.
“Yes,” I whistled again. “Just like that.”
I didn’t need to guide her; she knew what she was doing. What speed to use, how much tongue to press against me, how far she could go before she gagged. But I still held the side of her face, encouraging deepness and a faster tempo.
“Addy …”
My balls were already fucking tingling. That was how good she was, bobbing to the center, suctioning her lips as though she was trying to force me to empty myself.
If she wasn’t careful, that would happen.
But coming in her mouth wasn’t the way I wanted to get off—at least not right away.
So, after a few more dives, I popped my dick out and rolled the condom over my tip and down my base until it wouldn’t go any further. Once my hand was free, I lifted her, holding her in my arms, leaning her back against one of the walls of the shower, and I positioned her over my tip.
“You make me feel weightless.” Her fingers found my shoulders.
“That’s because you are.” My tip pushed into her wetness, and I inched my way in, slowly allowing her to get used to my size before I hit her with any power, breathing through the desire of taking her all at once. There wasn’t any rush—I needed to remember that. There was just nothing that felt like her. “Fuck, you’re even tighter than I thought.”
“And you’re bigger. Much, much bigger.”
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d chuckle. But that gesture was so far from my mind and chest and lips because, right now, all I could do was moan.
From how fucking good this felt.
From how narrow her pussy was, fitting so snug around my shaft.
And then there was her wetness, guiding me right in, steering me toward that soft, sensitive end.
My head tilted back, meeting the water. “Addy …”
“Yes.” Her voice was like a song, the word lasting several syllables. “I wish you knew how incredible this feels.”
I met her eyes. “But I do.”
With that, I reared my hips back, going as far as my crown, and stroked in. I didn’t stop at one thrust, nor did I continue with the same speed.
Everything became faster.
Harder.
“Ridge!”
Her pussy was squeezing me from the inside. Pulsing. Beating every time I slammed into her.
And with each plunge, her breathing became more audible, her moaning got louder.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Fuck,” I repeated, but this time even grittier.
She left my shoulders and stretched her arms up the wall, palms flat against the marble. There was nothing for her to hold on to; all she could do was slide during each pump and lower when I bucked back, a constant teeter of motion.
One that was full of friction and my strength.
And she took it, every drive, every rotation of my hips, every grind, ravishing her in a way that was leading us both toward an orgasm.
But hers was coming on faster.
I heard it build each time she screamed, “Yes!” And when she gasped in some air, her pussy clenching in even more. “Don’t stop!”
It would take a fucking miracle to make that happen at this point.
But what I did do was pull her off the wall, bouncing her over my dick as I walked us to the bench and took a seat. The new position had her straddling my waist, her knees on either side of me, her tits right in my face.
“This is where you want me, huh?”
“To get to look at your body, to get to touch every inch of it—yes.” I took a nipple into my mouth, gnawing the end before I demanded, “Now, ride me.” I gave the hard bud a quick flick with my tongue. “I want to come, watching you come.”
She set her feet on the stone and her arms by my neck, and she rose to the highest part of me, circling before she dropped. And while I was fully plunged, she moved her hips forward and back, hitting spots that I hadn’t reached yet tonight.
Spots that rubbed my tip and gripped the sides of my cock, like her pussy was begging for my cum.
“Fuck.” I banged my head against the wall, pounding it to spread some of the pleasure. “Addy … fuck.”
“Your dick …”
“You want it to get you off?”
“Yes.”
“Are you obsessed with it?”
“Oh my God, yes,” she cried.
I put my thumb on her clit, stroking it while she rocked against me. “How about when I do this to you? Does that change everything?”
“Oh!” She swallowed. “Ah!” Her eyes closed. “I can’t control it … I’m going to come.”
I was tempted to take back the control, to charge into her with all the quickness I had and even more pressure than she was using.
But I wanted to watch her fall apart all on her own. I wanted to experience just what she was willing to give me.
Because I could pound any woman. But not just any woman could ride me hard enough to time up our orgasms.
Addy could.
And she was.
“Ridge!”
That sound, the pitch in which she screamed my name, gave me a few seconds of warning. So, while the spark began to work its way through my balls, spreading across my body, it also loaded into my shaft.
And while I was heading straight for the summit, my eyes memorized the sight in front of me.
The pursing of her lips.
The pebbling of her nipples.
The flush of her skin.
Man, she was something.
Something striking.
Something sensational.
“Fuck me,” I commanded at the very last moment.
She didn’t need that direction; she already had it handled.
Within a couple more swivels of her hips, my orgasm was shooting through me, emptying into the condom.
“Addy!”
She was hugging me to her body, slapping our waists together, shouting, “Ridge! Fuck! Yes!”
My chin dipped into her cleavage, my forehead kissed her lips, my nose filled with that tantalizing vanilla scent, and my ears became full of her sounds.
She was overloading every one of my senses.
And with that came an intensity, a paralyzing catapult of passion.
There was nothing better.
What followed was a mix of shudders—some that came from her, some from me—until we turned completely still.
By then, fully emptied, I held her face, hovering my mouth over hers. “Do not move.”
I couldn’t handle it. Not yet. I needed to fucking breathe it out first.
“I’m right there with you,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt this sensitive in my life.”
“Addy … your fucking pussy.” I pressed her cheeks with my thumbs. “I don’t know what it just did to me.” I paused. “But I need you to kiss me.”
There was no hesitation. She instantly connected our lips, her tongue finding mine at the same time I searched for hers.
Our embrace was unhurried.
Deep, passionate.
A tug of lips and pants.
By the time she pulled away, I was ready to work my way out of her, lifting her from the bench and placing her under the water. I added soap to my hand and carefully rubbed it around her pussy, cleaning it from the condom, soothing it from the roughness of tonight.
I gave my own body a quick wash, and I turned off the water, leading us out of the shower, where I wrapped a towel around her before I tucked one over my waist.
At the edge of the counter, between the two sinks, I pulled her into my arms, holding her quietly, taking in the details of her face under this light. “You can stay.”
“The night, you mean?”
I nodded.
She was silent for a few moments. “I shouldn’t. I have to work early in the morning.”
In the morning?
“The strip club opens early?” I asked.
The sound wasn’t a laugh, but it wasn’t an exhale either. It was a combination of the two. “No, at the job that pays me like shit. I have to go in and get some things done. You know, working for free on a Saturday since I’m a salaried employee.”
I dived my fingers into her hair. “I know the feeling.”
“With a house like this, I don’t think you know the feeling at all. But it’s kinda cute that you’re trying to relate.” She smiled.
This wasn’t the right time to discuss work.
This was the time to discuss tomorrow.
“I want to see you again.”
“Ridge …”
“There’s no reason to say no. Not after tonight. Not after what just went down.” I held her chin, tilting her face up at me. “You can tell me you didn’t feel it, but I won’t believe you. I saw it in your eyes, and I felt it in your body.” I lowered my lips to hers. “So, do you want to lie and tell me that didn’t just rock your whole fucking world?”