Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
Ridge
I t was one thing to be in love with a woman. But it was a whole other thing to see that woman love your daughter, to watch her treat your little girl with patience and tenderness and respect, the way Addison did with Daisy. Witnessing them together, circling the dance floor at Brady and Lily’s wedding, was a feeling that had never entered my body because I’d never been with a woman, aside from Jana, who had a relationship with Daisy.
I wouldn’t allow it.
Until Addison …
She was the exception when it came to everything.
And Daisy was enamored with her, so much so that, because the two of them had been having such a blast together, Daisy started to cry when it was time for them to leave. It was late, and our girl needed to go to bed. All the drivers were outside Brady and Lily’s house, waiting to take the guests to the hotel for the night. And even though we promised Daisy that we would have breakfast with her in the morning, many tears were shed, and arms were outstretched for hugs that she didn’t want to end. I knew the second Jana got her into the car, a full-on meltdown would go down with screams and sobs, triggered by Daisy being overtired. And minutes later, I also knew she’d be asleep, and Jana would have to carry her up to their room. So, I asked Jana if she wanted me to ride back with them and help out. Jana appreciated the offer but told me that she’d manage just fine.
I just hoped Addison’s level of sleepiness wasn’t the same as Daisy’s. I planned to do everything in my power to keep her awake for as long as I could. Because tonight wasn’t going to end without me tasting her. Without putting my lips on every inch of her body.
So, the first thing I did when we got back to our suite room was draw her a bath. I added in some bubbles and oil—luxuries I’d had my assistant request before we checked in—and as I started to walk out of the bathroom, she was standing in the doorway with a grin on her face.
“A bath?” She casually crossed her arms over her chest.
“I thought you could use one. It’s been a long day.”
“That it has.” She shifted her weight, assessing my expression. “Are you going to join me?”
When I reached her, I gently turned her around, placing her back to me. I found the zipper of her dress that was hiding beneath a fold of the fabric, and I lowered it. As it got to her waist, freeing her from the top, I helped her step out of it. She looked at me from over her shoulder, wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a strapless bra, which I unhooked and let fall to the ground.
“I see you’re not wasting any time.”
I ran my hands up her sides and turned her around. “I waited an entire ceremony, reception, and a ride back to the hotel—what is that, fifteen or so hours?—to get you naked. It’s more than fucking time.”
She set her arms on my shoulders and stepped in closer, giving me a breeze of vanilla. “Are you sure you want me in the tub?”
“I want you relaxed.”
“You’re telling me your tongue can’t do that?”
I chuckled. I fucking loved when she talked dirty to me. “Baby, you’re going to get my tongue, don’t you worry.” I held her chin and gave her a slow, steady kiss before I took her hand and walked her over to the tub, helping her step in. “I’ll be there in a second.” I nodded toward the water. “Get started without me.”
As she sank into the water that had pooled in the bottom, I took her dress into the bedroom and hung it in the closet before I stripped off the sections of my suit. Once it was all off, I rejoined her in the en suite. Her legs were extended to the other side of the tub, her feet crossed, her toes wiggling along the lip. Her arms were behind her head, and the bubbles were just starting to seep over her chest, her long hair floating on both sides of her face.
“Addison …” The view was making me speechless. The way hints of that gorgeous body were revealed through the different breaks in the bubbles. How every time she shifted, I could see a flash of her chest or a peek of her hip or nipple through the water. “You have no idea how beautiful you look.”
“Every time you say that to me, it feels like the first time all over again.”
“And every time I say it, I mean it more.” My head shook as I took her in, and I backed up to the counter between the sinks, leaning against it. “I’ve never met anyone who can look more breathtaking with each day that passes. But you, Addison … you do. The proof is in front of me right now.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Get in here.”
I gripped the edge of the counter. “What are you going to do to me in that water, baby?”
She let out a small laugh. “Now, those were words I thought you were going to say to me.”
“What do you want me to do to you, Addison?”
She glanced down my body until she was focused on my hard-on. “I want that.”
“You’re going to get plenty of that.” I pumped my shaft a few times.
A coyness began to filter into her expression. “I think there’s something else we’ve discussed.”
“And that is?”
She nipped her lip. “My ass.”
“What about it?”
“Well, the last time it was supposed to happen, we got interrupted. There are no interruptions tonight, Ridge.”
“Are you telling me I can have it?”
She unraveled her legs and tucked them in closer. “Is that what you want?”
I chuckled. “You can’t answer my question with a question—it doesn’t work that way.” I went to the side of the tub and knelt down, holding her chin between my fingers. “I asked if you were going to give me your ass.”
She continued to play with her lips, using her teeth, her tongue, until she finally said, “I gave it to you once before. That hasn’t changed. It’s still all yours whenever you want it.”
“But tonight—is it something you’re up for?”
“If anyone in this world can make me want it—now, before, whenever—it’s you.”
That was a challenge I’d accept.
And one that made my dick throb even harder.
She was giving me anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it.
There was truly nothing sexier.
“ Mmm ,” I moaned.
I stood and stepped into the warm water, sliding her forward so I could position myself behind her. My legs stayed on the outside of hers, and while her head rested on the bottom of my throat, my arms crossed over her chest, the hardness of her nipples pressing into my forearms. I kept my arms still for several seconds, and then I slid them forward and back several inches, giving those hard buds a tease.
Within a few strokes, she was pressing her back against me. Not just the top, but the bottom as well, which was aligned with my hard-on. And every time she bore down, my tip ground into her.
“Goading the fuck out of me, I see.”
“Really?” she challenged. “Keep playing with me, mister, and you’ll see what else I do to you.”
I chuckled again and uncrossed my arms, my fingers crawling down the center of her chest, between both of her tits, and across her flat stomach until I reached the start of her pussy.
“Ah,” she moaned.
I’d only grazed the very top, a spot that couldn’t even give her an orgasm. She was just that tuned in, anticipating what I was going to do to her next and how it would feel.
But I didn’t go there right away.
I brushed my fingers over the entire space, toward the inside of her thighs and around each angle, my fingers rocking back and forth between her legs and her pussy before I eventually found my way to the center.
“Ridge,” she exhaled, her back arching straight into my cock as I traced down her clit. “Yes.”
I was giving her the lightest pressure as though it were the very tip of my tongue, and I was using it to whisper across her. But it was enough to get things churning inside her—and they were.
Her moaning gave that away.
The slight movement of her hips did as well.
And then there was her breathing, the way it would hitch every time I moved less than an inch, resume back to normal, and halt the second I lowered again.
“I wonder how wet you are …”
I wanted nothing more than to dip in and feel for myself. To experience the tightness of her pussy as it clenched my finger, her attempt at trying to keep it inside her because she wanted more.
But I was saving that. I was making myself beg for it, just like I was making her.
“Do you want me to tell you?” She turned her head so her face was pointed up at me. And while she waited for me to respond, she pushed even harder, her back circling my shaft.
I tapped her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Fuck yes.” I repeated the identical action a second time. “I want to hear all about it.”
She drove the side of her face into me and arched. “Ridge, I’m dripping.” She gasped. “For you.”
Her lips touched the side of my chin, and I felt each breath she took.
“You want me?”
“Yes. But …”
“But what?”
“I need you too.”
There was a difference, and my desire built as I heard I fit somewhere in between.
“What do you want me to do to you, Addison?”
She exhaled. “I want you to make me scream.”
There were many different ways I could do that. One that I knew would work almost instantly was using my finger, and it was the easiest, given the way we were reclined.
I bent my hand around her, going past her lips, and rubbed around the outside of her pussy. “Like this?”
“Fuck,” she groaned and gripped my wrist, trying to push me deeper. “Give it to me.”
The pleading was so fucking hot.
But it wasn’t enough.
I needed to know she would do absolutely anything to have me.
So, I stayed there, circling, waiting, and after each pass, her moans got louder. Her movements turned stronger, the water rolling past the edge of the tub and overflowing onto the floor.
“Ridge, I can’t wait. I need?—”
I was inside before she even finished her sentence.
“Yes!” she shouted.
Damn it, she was right; she was dripping. The wetness soaked into my skin, and as her voice filled my ears, she told me just how badly she wanted this.
“Baby …” All I wanted was to make her feel good. To know I was the reason for her moans. To have her so worked up that she would do anything to have me.
And she was there—at the peak.
I gave her only one finger, slipping it in and out, turning and tilting to reach her G-spot. Every time I hit it, she would buck against me, driving my hard-on into her back.
“Ah!” She sucked in some air and lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck. “Ridge!”
“God, I fucking love your pussy.”
Not just the feel, the smell, and the taste of it—three things I lived for—but the look of it too. The perfect folds and the softest skin and the way her clit was hidden, like the most beautiful present was buried beneath.
She placed her heels on the top of the tub, her knees bending, giving me all the access I needed.
“You want to come?” I rasped in her ear.
“Please.” Her exhales were even pleading with me. “Please, Ridge.”
“Let me hear it.” I picked up the speed only a tiny bit. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
She released my neck to hold my wrist again, pushing on it, digging her nails into my skin. “Make me come. I’m begging you. Let me have—” Her voice cut off when I pulled my finger out, dragging it up her clit and stomach, between her tits, and stopping at her neck.
“It’s time to get out of the tub.”
She was panting.
Each breath caused a wave of water to slap against the rim. “What?”
“Do I have to carry you to the bed?”
It was clear she didn’t understand why I’d left her hanging like that when she was on the verge of getting off. But my reasoning made complete sense, and she would see that soon enough.
“Carry me?” she responded. “You’re serious … aren’t you?”
“Dead fucking serious.”
I slid out from beneath her, stepping onto the floor as the water and bubbles trickled off me, and I held out my hand, helping her onto her feet. Once she was standing in the tub, she released my fingers and wrapped both palms around my dick.
“Is this what you want?” She began to pump me faster.
“That’s not why I stopped, Addison. This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”
“Then—”
“Get over here.”
I pulled her into my arms and lifted her out of the water, waiting for her legs to circle my waist before I carried her into the bedroom. As soon as her back hit the mattress, I kept her on the edge of the bed and ducked my head, kissing down the same path that my fingers had taken many times tonight.
I started between her tits, pausing to give each of her nipples a lick, a tug, a fucking bite. All that did was earn me a scream, so I repeated it all over—lick, tug, bite for each one—before I moved to her stomach, kissing across her ribs and around her belly button. With her knees bent, her legs automatically spread, falling open against the bed as if she were getting herself ready for my face.
But I took my time getting there, pressing my lips on the sides of her pussy and down her thighs and over the middle until my nose was resting on the top of her clit.
I left it there, inhaling her.
My eyes then closed, my mouth opening to take in even more of her scent. “Fucking home,” I whispered, but loud enough that she could hear me. “I missed this.”
She dived her fingers through my hair, twisting the locks while I breathed over her. The air was hitting right where I wanted, the spot where she was throbbing. And with each breath I took, her legs seemed to get wider, spreading further over the bed, her fingers digging in harder as they continued to run through my hair.
“I know you want it,” I said.
But what I wanted was her so fucking wound up that her body would truly take whatever I gave it. And what I planned to do wasn’t going to be easy on her. It wasn’t going to feel good at first. But if I could get her in a place where her head was focused on only one thing, then it would be much easier on her.
I looked up from between her legs, past her curves and her tits, and locked eyes with her. “But I’m just savoring you, baby.”
With her lips parted, her expression was ravenous, the heat even reaching her stare. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.”
My nose lifted, and my tongue, pointed at the tip, licked the whole length of her clit. I went slow, wiggling between her lips, giving her the amount of friction she needed.
“Ridge! Oh my God!”
Fuck, she tasted good, and with her scent wrapping around me, that made me want to stay there until the morning. But if I spent much more time here, my girl would be screaming, and I couldn’t have that.
Not yet at least.
So, every time she began to lift off the bed and jerk her hips upward against my mouth, I would lower my speed or pull completely away and replace my tongue with my lips instead.
It was torture.
I knew that.
And I could hear what it was doing to her. The anguish in her voice, in her breathing, in her fucking movements.
Just when she thought I was going to give in, the entire process would start over. I didn’t even give her a finger—it would be too much at this point. It would get her there far too fast, possibly to the point where I couldn’t bring her back, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“What are you doing to me?” she cried.
The question I’d been waiting for her to ask.
I glanced at her face again. She was sitting up, resting on her bent arms, gazing down at me.
Feral as all hell.
“I’m making you beg for it.”
She licked her lips. “Haven’t I already done that?”
I used my thumb to flick her clit. “No.”
She jumped from the pressure, and when she saw that I wasn’t going to give her more, her head shook. “I haven’t?”
“No, you haven’t begged me to fuck your ass, Addison.”
The realization came through her eyes. “That’s what you’re waiting for?”
“In part, yes.” I dropped my finger past her pussy, and when it reached her ass, I touched the rim of that forbidden hole. But I didn’t stay still. I moved around it. “The other part is that I needed to get you ready for this.”
“I’m ready.”
I let out a chuckle. “Yes, I think you might be.”
“I had a feeling this was going to happen here, and I brought something to help us.” She pointed at the closet. “It’s in the front pocket of my suitcase.”
She went to move, and I stopped her.
“I’ll get it. Stay there.”
I walked to the closet and located the pocket, reaching inside, and when I felt the cold plastic, I pulled it out and carried the bottle back to the bed.
“You certainly came prepared.” While I opened the bottle of lube, I aimed my tip at her pussy and plunged inside.
“Ridge!”
“Fuck,” I moaned.
I needed this for me.
I needed it for her.
But I only gave her a few quick pumps of my shaft before I pulled out.
“You’re so fucking mean,” she hissed.
I laughed as I squirted some of the clear gel onto my finger and spread it across my dick and around her ass. “You might be saying that again very soon, but I promise I’ll change your mind.”
“In case you were wondering, Leah bought that for us.”
I tossed the bottle onto the bed and slid her back a few feet, so her head was closer to the pillows, and I positioned myself between her legs. “Hold on—Leah bought it?”
She smiled. “I might have filled her in on your dream of doing this.”
“So, that was her gift to you?” I laughed.
She returned the gesture. “What can I say? I have a good bestie.”
“Yes, you do, and you’re going to thank her because I was going to use my spit, and I assure you, you’ll like this much better.” I lifted her legs and held them around me, making sure she kept that position before I released her and pointed my crown at her ass. “I need you to relax for me. That’s the only way this will work.”
“Are you about to split me in half?”
“For only a second. You’ll get used to it quickly. I promise.”
To keep her mind focused, I rubbed her clit, strumming it like she was music. Her moans were quiet, but they were present, even while I pressed into her.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” she said softly.
She was so fucking tight; I didn’t know if I’d fit.
I needed a new plan.
So, I backed up, and I coated the gel around my finger, eventually breaking through and pushing in.
“This …” Her head tilted, and her back arched. “Okay … I can do this.”
Her breathing confirmed what she’d just said, telling me she could handle this, and that was why I continued to go in further. I didn’t hurry the process. I couldn’t do that with this. There were steps, and if I didn’t follow them properly, this would be the last time I’d ever have her.
That wasn’t going to happen.
Therefore, I went slow as hell, listening to every sound she made, to every breath she took, preparing her, spreading her. And when I was sure she could take more, I moved faster, going all the way past my knuckle until my whole finger was in. But the entire time I was doing this, my thumb was stroking her clit. She needed the combination. And I was right because she began to moan.
As soon as my ears heard that noise, I gently pulled out and aimed my cock at that tight fucking hole, swiping her clit while I inched my way to my crown. “Breathe, Addison.”
God-fucking-damn, this felt good.
Tight.
Wet from the lube.
A suction cup that was swallowing my dick and not letting it go.
Meanwhile, she was gripping the blanket on both sides, her teeth gnawing away at her lips.
“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“I can’t talk yet.”
But I knew if she was hurting badly enough, she’d tell me to stop, and she hadn’t.
Her legs weren’t caving inward either.
Nor did I hear the sounds of extreme pain, and I knew them—I’d watched a child being born.
“Breathe,” I repeated. “Once I’m all the way in, it’ll get better, it’s just going to take a second.”
Her eyes locked with mine.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Can you handle more?”
As she nodded, I grabbed the bottle and added some extra lube to the rest of my shaft, fingering it all the way around so even the slightest shift forward would get inside her.
“I’m almost there,” I said.
There were only a few inches left, but I didn’t want to just give them to her and rush through it, even though I was fucking dying to sink myself fully inside her. I kept up the same speed, and I gradually worked my way there.
And when I arrived, giving her the stillness I’d promised, I said, “I need you to breathe for me, baby.” I gave her clit more pressure, my thumb rubbing back and forth, never tiring and never stopping. “I’m going to stay just like this until you get used to me. I want you to tell me when you’re ready.”
Her hands flattened against my thighs, her palms slick. “I think I can feel you all the way in the back of my throat.”
“Honest answer—but even though I’m big, I’m not that big.” I chuckled.
As I watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes close, I tried to ignore the fact that her ass was pulsing around me, tightening, tugging on me without even moving.
That it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes and I’d be coming.
She felt that fucking good.
“Will you go slow?” she asked.
Her words brought me back, her eyes now open, her hands turned and gripping my legs.
“Of course, baby.”
“Then, I’m ready.”
If this were her pussy, I would have reared back and slammed into her. But I had to remind myself that this experience wouldn’t be anything like that. This was a crawl—turtle speed, like she would say. And this was her first time, so a wrong move, and it would be over.
So, regardless of what I was feeling, of what I wanted, I would make every second of this about her.
I licked my thumb, getting the pad nice and wet, and I returned it to her clit, bearing down to add more friction. Only then did I pull myself back, dragging out of her, going as far as the center of my dick before I slid in again.
“Addison, I can’t even describe what this feels like.”
“Ah,” she sighed—a sound that was more pleasure than pain. “It’s getting better.”
I could tell by the way her legs were positioned—how there had been a slight shake to them before and that wasn’t the case anymore. And her hands—she wasn’t squeezing me; she was simply holding me.
“Within a few more strokes, it’s going to start feeling good,” I told her.
But that was up to me and the intensity in which I used and the power that I needed to reserve so I didn’t have her yelling in a way that she’d hate.
“I’m not sure I completely believe that—” Her voice cut off, and her fingers bore down on me.
I halted. “Are you all right?”
“I …”
I reached for her face and pointed it toward me. “You … what, Addison?”
Her lips opened, and a deep moan came out of them. “I believe you.”
“Baby …” I groaned. “You want it, don’t you?”
Her nails found me again. “Don’t stop.” Her hand was on my wrist, a place she’d gripped many times tonight. “Make me come, Ridge.”
I could make this last all night.
That was how fucking amazing it felt.
But all it would do was force her to resent me.
So, I’d get my baby to come so fucking hard, and then I’d take care of her.
To do that, I found a quickness and momentum that she could take. With each punch, my balls banged against her, tightening, sparking as my orgasm started to lift through my body.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m going to fill your fucking ass.”
She pushed down on my thumb. “Harder.”
I listened, I watched, assessing what she needed, and I gave it to her, accelerating, grinding her clit.
“Ridge!”
I didn’t know how, but she was wetter, narrowing around me. And when that happened, things started to move. Not just between us, but within me.
“You’d better fucking come,” I warned.
I saw the second it happened within her body.
Her legs lifted; her hands slapped my thighs. Her mouth opened, and the loudest scream came out of it. “Ah! Yes! Ridge!”
Those noises she was making were from me.
From my fucking dick.
From how goddamn good I was making her feel.
As the shudders slammed through her, her ass became even snugger. I knew, at that point, she could take a little more power, so my blows turned short but sharp, and they sent me straight over the fucking edge.
“Addison”—I drew in air, shocked from the intensity that I was feeling and from the pleasure spreading through me—“your ass is fucking milking me.”
Within a stroke, I reached the edge, where I dangled for a single second before I was sent straight over.
“Oh my God!”
The words had been spoken in her voice, but I swore they came from me.
Each time I drove back and slid in, more cum shot from my tip.
And each time, a blast of tingles ricocheted through my body.
And each time, what made the feeling even greater was hearing her moan, her breath, her screams that always ended with my name.
I slowed once the sensations died down within the both of us and I was fully empty. As soon as I was out, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her clit. My thumb had spent so much time there; I wanted to make sure she wasn’t sore. I kissed each of the places my hand had swiped, slowly working my way up her body.
My mouth then went to her cheek, her chin, and hovered above her lips. “Baby …” I exhaled. “You’re fucking amazing. I hope you know that.”
“I didn’t think I was going to survive. I certainly didn’t think I was going to enjoy it.”
“And you did?”
She scanned my eyes, a smile moving across her face. “Far more than I’d ever thought I would.”
“Wait until the next time. It’s going to blow your mind.” I gave her most of my body weight, my hands cupping her cheeks. “I love you, Addison.”
“You should.”
I laughed, and she did too.
“More than I could ever tell you and more than I could ever show you,” I said. My palms went beneath her back, and I lifted her off the mattress. “I’m going to take you in the shower so I can wash you and heal you a little.”
“And then you’re going to put me to bed?”
“Yes.” I kissed her again. “And I’m going to hold you until tomorrow morning.”
When I went to pick her up, she squeezed my wrist. “Ridge …” There was emotion in her eyes—I could see it growing; I could feel it. “I love you more.”