22. Rickie
Rickie
Until I met Daphne, I didn’t know it was possible someone could look so vexed and so turned on at the same time. She hates the fact that she’s so attracted to me. And when she actually starts to like me, she’ll hate that even more.
I can’t fucking wait.
In the meantime, I quickly undress her. And when I lean her against my body so she can step out of her panties, she lets out a hungry whimper.
“That’s a good girl,” I say between kisses. “Now come here.”
She lets me guide her into the shower. I tug the curtain closed, and then I pull her into my arms. She makes a noise of pleasure as the tepid water rains down on our overheated skin.
“You see?” I whisper. “Isn’t this nice?”
“So nice,” she breathes, her fingers sliding across my pecs.
“Now she gets it.” I kiss her on the jaw. On the ear. And on the neck. She runs her tongue along my shoulder and my groan echoes off the tile walls. My hands are full of her sweet ass. And my cock is poking her rudely in the stomach.
Daphne doesn’t mind. She presses her wet, sleek body against mine and shivers. I need her mouth on mine again, so I take her in another deep kiss. She gives in, letting me run the show, and I take sip after sip of her hungry mouth.
We are nothing but slick skin and questing hands, deep sighs and deeper kisses. I let myself touch her everywhere—cupping her breasts, trailing a thumb down her ribcage until she shivers. Sliding my fingers in a teasing rhythm between her legs as she moans into my mouth.
It’s been a long fucking time since I felt like this—heated and invincible. Halfway to debauched.
But—as usual—Daphne walks her own path. She moves her pussy out of my greedy reach, and kisses her way down my chest, as the water beats down on her back.
She wraps a hand around my hard length, and I let out a gasp of shocked pleasure.
Before I can even get a breath, she takes my cockhead into her mouth and sucks.
“ Fuuuck .” The noise causes Daphne to lift her face, which only gives me a better view of her lips wrapped around my cock. I have to brace my hand against the tile wall and remember how to pull air into my lungs.
She’s pleased with herself, too. Maybe it’s the stunned look on my face, or the shaky breath I take to try to calm myself down. But those brown eyes burn with victory. She doubles down, sucking and licking and running her hands up my thighs.
Holy hell. I need to calm down, or this is going to end well before I’m ready. I close my eyes and restate the Münchhausen trilemma. But then Daphne teases a finger across my taint and I forget my own name.
“Okay!” I bark. “If you’re trying to prove something, you win. Whatever it is.” I wrap my hand around her wet hair and tug.
She glances up, and I am saved from humiliation by the water turning cold. The sudden spray of icy water calms my body right down. But it takes an extra beat for Daphne to notice the chill. Her dark eyes take on a look of distracted confusion, until she finally pops off my dick.
Hastily I turn the water off. Then I push the curtain aside and grab a towel, which I wrap around her body as she rises. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “What are we doing?”
There goes her squirrel brain, barging in on my fantasy. “Look.” I pull her close, whispering right into her ear. “I’ve put some considerable effort into convincing you to let me have my evil way with you.”
She gives me a startled smile.
“And I know how much you appreciate honesty. So I’m going to be very clear about what I want from you. Are you ready?”
She gives me a slow nod.
“First, I want you to lie down on my bed. On your back. And don't dry off first, because I'm in too big a hurry. Besides, it would be a waste of time. Because I’m going to run my tongue all over your body, until you come on my face.”
She makes a soft, delicious sound of longing, and I press my aching erection against her hip, because I need the contact so damn bad.
“And then I'm going to suit up and pound you right into the mattress.
That will probably take about two minutes, tops.
Because I've been wanting to do that for at least six weeks, and probably three years.
But we're running out of time. So if that works for you, I'm going to need you to show me some hustle right now.”
She blinks, her pupils dark and wide.
Just to get things moving, I step out of the tub. I'm dripping on the bath mat and I don't give a damn. I give Daphne one more long glance—the kind that could accidentally set a forest on fire with its heat. And then I leave the room. She’ll either follow me or she won’t.
Naked, I walk down the hall, turning left into my room, listening for her footsteps behind me.
I hear her. She’s right there. But I’m not going to ask again. I’m not going to beg. It has to be her decision.
Just as I start to lose hope, she steps through the doorway. Then she drops her towel.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe. “Now get over here.” I dive for the bed.
She’s more graceful in her approach. But she’s here nonetheless, stretching her long-limbed, willowy body out beside me. Each breast is a perfect handful. I can’t wait to touch her everywhere.
I pounce, kissing her neck with a vampire’s eagerness. I need her so bad it hurts. My cock swings, engorged and heavy, against her hip as I lean over her. “Should I close the door?” I manage between kisses. Then I lick a droplet of water off her nipple.
She shivers before she can answer. “N-no? I have to listen for the oven timer.”
“Fuck the pies,” I mutter into her breasts. Then I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she moans. But the truth is that I work well with deadlines. I bet I can make her yell my name in the next five minutes. Her hands are already roaming my skin.
Daphne might be skittish, but she knows her own mind. And right now her mind is focused solely on me, and my mouth, and the wicked play of my fingertips low on her belly. I’m relentless with my tongue and my teasing hands.
A hot breeze blows through the open window as she shifts her hips restlessly on the quilt. She’s too stubborn to ask me for what she wants. Whereas I’m too stubborn to ever shut up about what I want.
I nudge her legs apart. “Lie still,” I say, just to be a jerk. Then I run a fingertip lightly across her mons.
She whimpers. I chuckle.
“Rickie.” Her tone is accusing.
“I know, baby girl. I know.” Then I stroke a thumb across her clit and she arches off the bed in pleasure. “Goddamn.” She’s so responsive. I lean in and take a slow lick of heaven, and her moan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Now there’s no way to hold myself back. I’m relentless with kisses and licks, and the more I give, the wetter she gets. It’s good to know that I haven’t lost my magic touch. Her fingers tangle in my overgrown hair as she lifts her hips to meet my tongue.
And even though my cock is leaking against the quilt, and my balls ache, I still draw out the process, slowing down my deep kisses to her pussy, clutching her hips in my two hands. This is goddamn beautiful and I know not to rush a good thing.
“Rickie,” she pants. That’s as close to begging as my girl is willing to go. She writhes in my grasp, her knees shaking. “Why are you so good at this?”
“Because I enjoy it.” I tease her with my fingertips again, and she throws her head back and moans. “Look at me.”
Daphne lifts her face. Holding her eyes, I kiss her inner thigh, and deepen my touch. One more kiss on her throbbing core, and she shatters in my arms. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She arches back into the pillow and lets out a whispered curse, her chest heaving.
Angling my body off the bed, I grab a condom out of my shaving kit, and I put it on with clumsy, eager hands. Daphne watches me with a flushed face and bright eyes. And when I return to the bed, she pulls me down and lifts her face for a kiss.
“You make me crazy,” I murmur against her lips.
“Bullshit,” she whispers, tracing one of my tattoos with a fingernail. “You were already crazy.”
I laugh into the next kiss, and I take both her hands in mine, stretching them over her head.
And then a deafening crash slams through the room, and I jolt off of Daphne’s body like a man who’s been electrocuted.