Chapter 20
TWENTY
RIDGE
D arcy looks up at me with wild eyes, my dick buried deep inside her. She thinks she can nod her answer to my question, but that won’t do it.
“Tell me.” I press my hand firmly to her throat, grinning.
“I want to ride you,” she says, nearly panting.
I pull myself completely out of her, letting the absence of fullness take her breath away. She inhales sharply, her body seeking mine as I back away. I plant a single teasing kiss to her lips, then suck her bottom lip into my mouth.
She rolls to the side, allowing me to take her place on the bed. I adjust the pillow beneath me as I watch her straddle me, hovering over me. Darcy sits flush against me, her clit against the shaft of my cock.
Slowly, she slides herself back and forth against me. My hips buck at the sensation. Still, she never loses her balance. Her hands are clawing at my chest, thighs clenching against mine. I’m not even inside her and this feels amazing.
Darcy picks up her pace, the friction between us growing intense. She leans back a bit as she moves over me, grabbing her own tits. She massages and pinches her own nipples. I keep my hands on her waist to hold her steady, but I don’t guide her. The way she’s moving is all her own.
“Yes, honey.” I shower her with my appreciation. “That’s my good girl. Ride my cock.” I groan and cuss, suck in a breath. I watch her chase the sensation, fully in charge. The way she’s moving, I can tell she’s only concerned about what she’s feeling at this moment. Darcy is so caught up in her own pleasure, it’s like I’m just a tool she’s using. She’s using me. And that’s fucking hot.
“Ridge,” she says, panting. “Please, can I come?”
“Mmm, I like it when you ask.” I create the smallest amount of resistance so she can’t fully slide forward and she whimpers. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”
She nods, breathless and clutching my chest. She’s so hot like this, so beautiful at the same time.
“Use me, honey,” I hiss. “Take what you need.” I peel my hands from her hips and fold my arms behind my head.
Her pace quickens as I lie back and enjoy the heat, the friction, and how divine she looks on top of me like this. Her pace is quick but deliberate. I start to move against her, helping her get the most out of every stroke.
Darcy cries out. “Fuuucccckkkk!” Her body begins to shake as her pussy clenches against me. I’m hard as a fucking rock as she comes all over my dick. My hands are back on her hips, and I decide it’s time to flip control.
She’s still feeling the wave of her orgasm when I reach down and guide my dick into her, thrusting slow and hard. Her eyes grow wide and I thrust again.
“Oh my god,” she yelps, breath ragged.
I thrust into her again and again, filling her tight little pussy. The way she fits around me drives me crazy. I’m going to come out on the other side of this with a serious addiction.
“Come for me,” she whispers. “Come in me.”
We both know there’s a barrier between us, but it doesn’t make what she says any less hot. The idea of it can go a long way.
I push deeper, pump faster as I feel an orgasm mounting. I close my eyes, pulling her mouth down to mine. I kiss her hard and deep as I come, spilling into the condom.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid as I sink my fingertips into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. Darcy collapses onto my chest, heaving and panting. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her forehead, cheek, and mouth.
Her body is electric, warm and soft—so fucking hot. She slides to my side, hiking her leg over mine and tucking herself into my side. Her head comes to rest on my chest, and lying with her like this feels like absolute perfection.
“Wow,” she says, breathing heavily. “I never knew it could be that good.”
I laugh. “When I was your age, I didn’t know how to fuck either. I take it you’ve never been with a man ten years older than you?” It’s probably the one question I haven’t asked her, since we’ve been texting daily.
“I’d say you’re right,” she says with a laugh. “Guys my age don’t seem to care about my pleasure and would never have a conversation like this without getting jealous.”
“I’m not surprised. I don’t know, at a certain age I just realized that a person’s past lovers are not my business. I think it’s something that happens after some life experience.”
“Well, whatever it is, I’m forever ruined for anyone my age.”
I turn and kiss her mouth with force, nipping at her lips. “Honey, I want you ruined for literally everyone else. So I guess we better go again.”
After we fuck again, we order pizza and eat it half naked in the kitchen. We drink wine from coffee mugs and laugh at dumb jokes we’ve been told. I fuck her one more time before we collapse and fall asleep tangled up in each other without a single stitch of clothing.
In the morning, I make her an omelet, we shower, and I eat her out. Time passes far too quickly. The day melts into night, and as much fun as I had staying in with her, she’s invited me out to meet Lyric, and I’m eager to dive into her world a little.
We keep our hands off each other just long enough to get ready and leave my house. But now that we’re on our way to the bar, all I want to do is run my hand up her skirt.
“Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course,” she says.
“Do you know the movie Fear with Mark Wahlberg?”
“Um, yeah,” she says, looking over at me.
“Do you remember the roller coaster scene?” I return her glance, biting my bottom lip as my hand slide slowly up the inside of her thigh.
Darcy spreads her legs wider, hiking her skirt up.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I run my fingertips over the thin layer of silky panties covering her pussy. My index finger hooks into them, tugging them to the side. I run the pad of my thumb over her clit, causing her to moan, the sound of it trapped in the small space of my truck cab.
I play with her between my fingers, dipping one finger and then two inside her. I listen to her moan all the way to the parking lot of the bar, then I pull my hand away and cut the engine.
“Why’d you stop?” She pouts.
“We’re here,” I say simply.
“You’re such a tease,” she says in a whiny voice.
And maybe I am, but I really like doing it to her. The way she reacts to me makes everything so much fun.
I wrap my arm around her as we make our way inside. She spots Lyric at a table in the back, so we weave through groups of people until we reach her.
Darcy breaks away from me to embrace her friend, then introduces us.
“Lyric, this is Ridge. Ridge, this is my macabre best friend and roommate, Lyric,” she says.
Lyric takes my outstretched hand into hers and we shake.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she says. “I was really excited to meet the hot tattooed dad Darcy keeps talking about.”
“Lyric!” Darcy snaps before covering her mouth as she laughs.
Lyric shrugs and takes a sip of her bright pink drink. I can tell immediately that I’m going to like her. She’s got dark hair cut into a short bob and pale skin. Her left forearm has a tattoo of a raven, while her right one has a snake. Both are beautifully done. And her dress and shoes are somewhat reminiscent of Wednesday Addams, except for the light pink details. Her shoelaces, for example. And the little clips in her hair. It’s like an adult version of Wednesday but with a pastel touch. I don’t know how else to explain it.
“I’m very interested in what you do for work,” I admit to her.
“Do you want a tour?” she asks excitedly, her eyes growing wide.
“I would love that!”
After we high-five and listen to all the reasons Darcy won’t be joining me for the tour, I break away to the bar to get us drinks.
I couldn’t have been gone more than five minutes, but as I make my way back to our table, I spot the backside of a man standing in front of them and talking to Darcy.
The look on Lyric’s face tells me everything I need to know. She’s practically snarling at him. As I get closer, I realize he looks familiar, and all at once I know it’s Tyler.
I move to the left of him, sliding past and inserting myself between him and Darcy. I place our drinks on the table and kiss her lips. Tyler is cut off mid-sentence by the disruption and doesn’t say anything as I wrap my arm around her and look at him.
“Who is this?” he asks Darcy.
I pretend not to feel slighted by him not asking me directly. It’s such a passive-aggressive move. But he’s young, so I’m not surprised.
“This is Ridge,” she says, embracing my side and patting my chest as she leans into me.
“So what, he’s like your new boyfriend?” he asks. “This guy?”
Maybe I can ignore rude behavior once. Maybe I can give a strike two if I’m feeling really forgiving. But a third time? He won’t come out of this without getting his ass beat. So I throw him a bone.
“Hey, man,” I say, getting his attention. “I’m right here. If you have a question for me, ask me.” There. That wasn’t rude or anything.
“Are you her boyfriend?” He’s addressing me now.
I look down at Darcy. Her lips are pressed into a straight line, but I can tell she’s suppressing a smile.
“We haven’t really talked about labels,” she says, not taking her eyes from me.
“Oh, so you’re just letting this guy fuck you? Giving away the milk for free?” He belches out an incredibly annoying laugh, then takes a swig of his cheap bottled beer.
It’s a perfectly predictable drink choice for a guy like him.
“I’m trying to be a really nice guy,” I say to him, my jaw set sternly. “So how about you don’t talk to her like that.” I plaster on a somewhat neutral expression, really hoping he’ll back off.
“Or what?” Then he pokes me in the chest. The fucker actually pokes me in the chest with his goddamn grubby finger.
Oh boy.