35. Arabella
35
Arabella
I still can’t believe she showed up at my apartment. She never leaves the house alone and the one time she decides to venture out, it’s the same night I happen to have been literally fucked stupid by her ex. The same ex that she’s never gotten over and for some reason has always blamed his leaving, on me. If she knew what I was doing, it would only justify her blame and I can’t take the judgment and criticism that would accompany that knowledge.
I feel bad for asking Ryker to help me with my shift, but it was easier than telling her no, outright.
By the time we make it back to his place, I’m exhausted as I make my way to the guest room.
I feel his strong grip on my arm as he stops me, turning me to pull me into his hard chest. We keep ending up in each other's arms and I can’t find it in my heart to hate it.
“Don’t even think about going where I think you’re going.”
“But, I–” I start before his lips are on mine as his tongue swipes my lips, seeking entrance. Our tongues tangle and my breathing picks up when he tugs me closer to him. There’s not an inch of space between us and I can feel his cock growing with every brush of my thigh. How is he hard again?
“Feel what you do to me, baby? I’m already dying to be inside you again.”
We pull apart and take a few seconds to catch our breath. “I think I’m dying for that too,” I admit with a whisper.
“It’s going to have to wait. You kept me up late and we both need more sleep. In my room. In the same bed. To be clear.” He punctuates each phrase and the dominance in his voice has me ready to drop to my knees and show him just how much we don’t need to go to bed yet. And just like that, I’m wet again and not from his cum still leaking out of me.
I wake up on my side, in a slight state of panic that I’m not alone, before I remember that it’s Ryker’s firm body pressed up against me with his surprisingly heavy, muscled arm draped over my midsection. And that’s apparently not the only thing that’s firm, because his dick is poking the crack of my ass. Does it ever go down?
Historically speaking, this is the exact moment where I’d normally sneak out from under him and escape before he wakes up to try for round– whatever . But, for the first time in forever, I don’t want to leave. His body is warm and cozy, like a heated blanket. If I could stay right here and freeze this moment forever, I would. This is new territory for me and I’m not sure the best way to navigate it, so I decide on an ass wiggle followed by a scoot backward to try and get closer to him.
He answers my teasing by tightening his grip on my stomach and holding me still against him. “Baby, you can’t get any closer. But if you keep trying, my dick is going to end up in that tight ass of yours and I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.”
I put anal on my checklist as a soft limit because I’ve not had good experiences with it, so far. While it may not be a hard limit, I’m also not going to offer my asshole up on a silver platter. But fuck if the thought of him taking it isn’t a huge turn on.
“Excuse me, Cocktimus Prime,” I joke. “I don’t have a death wish and that thing would clearly split me in two. As it is, I’ll probably need an ice pack after you destroyed my lady garden. That monster cock is going nowhere near my garden’s back gate.”
“Your what ?” He laughs.
“The vagina is the lady garden, so the asshole is the–”
“I get it,” he stops me, his eyes bright as he smiles. “I understand the reference to your anatomy, but I can’t say I’ve ever heard those terms before. You do know that’s not how anatomy works, though, right? You can’t actually access the front through the back gate.”
“You’re kidding,” I gasp, my mouth falling open in mock horror. Then he’s tickling me until I can hardly breathe, rocking his hips into my ass like he’s been challenged, yet again and determined to prove me wrong.
“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” he assures me, nibbling on my earlobe. “Besides, neither anal nor ass play are on your hard limit lists, so it’s best you wrap your head around it, because it will be happening at some point. I can’t wait to watch that tight hole of yours swallow this fat cock.”
And I’m dead.
Cause of death: Ryker Hart’s filthy mouth.
He flips me over to face him as our hands wander each other's bodies with purpose. He refused to let me get in his bed with clothes on because he needed to feel my body against his.
He pauses abruptly, and his expression goes slack with confusion. “Did you just call me ‘Cocktimus Prime’?”
I nod and let out a giggle. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. Well, I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. Wrinley said it, and it stuck. It’s a robot anime thing–never mind.”
Then he rolls us until he’s on top of me and pressing his hard shaft against my core as his mouth finds my neck. “I always knew you were smart Bella, but I never took you for a nerd,” he jokes.
I slap his hard chest playfully. “I’ll have you know, I’m a proud card carrying member of the nerd club,” I brag. “We never covered Cocktimus Prime though, but I heard he has a huge dick.”
“Well, at least you already know that part’s true.” He looks up at me, his grin wide as his hands resume their exploration of my flesh and I can’t stop the quiet moan that escapes me at his touch.
Ryker
“Hands above your head, grab the headboard and don’t move them,” I order. She does as instructed, reaching up and grabbing hold of a bar in each hand. “That’s a good fucking girl.”
I slide my body down hers and take her already peaked nipple between my teeth, gently pinching it and inciting another breathy moan before repeating the process on the other.
“Mmmm, that feels good.”
Her words spur me on as I continue my quest down her body, trailing kisses along her belly until I get to my destination. Only I’m not quite ready to give her what she so desperately wants. I’m enjoying teasing her and the goosebumps erupting all over her flesh, tells me she likes it too. I push her knees apart with my hands and am delighted to see her pussy is already glistening with arousal.
“You’re fucking drenched, baby.” I can smell her sweet juices already.
Her hand comes down and she grips my head in a feeble attempt to top from the bottom and put me where she wants me.
I smack her hand away. “Nice try, baby. Hands back where they belong. Move them again and I’ll have to punish you.” I don’t miss the hitch in her breath that occurs every time I threaten her with punishment. Noted .
Once she’s put her hands back where they belong, I resume teasing, kissing, and licking the sensitive area where her legs meet the mound of her pussy. Back and forth. Side to side, until she’s writhing beneath me.
“P–please,” she whines.
“Please what?” I demand. “Tell Daddy what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.” If you’d have asked me twenty years ago if I had a Daddy kink, I would have doubled over in a fit of laughter. I’ve always preferred other honorifics, like Sir or even Master, but I like when she calls me Daddy and I think I want her to keep saying it. It makes sense, I suppose. Daddies are natural caretakers and I could spend the rest of my life taking care of this woman. There’s also the added benefit of it making me hard as fucking stone.
“Please, D–daddy,” she stutters, attempting unsuccessfully to push her cunt into my face. Her struggle is adorable. “Please make me come,” she whispers so quietly, I can hardly hear her. Then a deep blush rushes up her neck.
“I can barely hear you, Bella. You’re going to have to speak up and be more specific.” It’s a dick move to taunt her like this, especially since I already know what she wants from me, but she makes it so easy and I need to hear her say it.
She lets out a heavy sigh and turns her head, before repeating her request in one quick word. “Pleasedaddylickmeandmakemecome.” I can’t help but chuckle at her embarrassment.
“Has anyone ever made you come this way?”
She shakes her head quickly as more whimpers escape her.
I’m officially done for. Challenge fucking accepted. I certainly hope she never catches on that I can’t turn down a good challenge, because then I’d really be fucked. Although, all she has to do is name it, and I’ll give it to her.
I lean back and look her in the eyes. “Maybe you’ve just been with boys in the past and need a real man to eat this pretty pussy, huh?” She doesn’t respond but it doesn’t really matter. I won’t stop until she’s drenched my face.
Pulling my hand back, I slap my palm down onto her cunt eliciting sharp inhale. It wasn’t gentle. Her clit should be nice and sensitive now, which only serves to make my job that much easier. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent, before I lower my head and lick her slit, parting her gorgeous pussy lips with my tongue. Fuck, I’m in heaven. I’ve never had a drug problem, but I’ll end up addicted to her taste in no time. She tastes like mine. I find her already hard clit and begin to lick in tight circles.
“Ah, fuck,” she exclaims as her hips push towards my face seeking more friction.
“That’s it baby. Ride my fucking face and get yourself off.”
“Aren’t you the one that’s supposed to get me off?” she sasses. My girl’s feeling brave. I pull away and she gasps at the sudden removal before I land another hard slap to her soaked cunt.
“Better watch that smart mouth of yours before I fuck it.” Part of me wants her to challenge me, so I have an excuse to actually do it. Not that I need one.
She moans again. “Sorry, Daddy.” My dick is throbbing against the mattress, but I’m determined to get her off. Blue balls be damned.
I latch my lips onto her clit again and suck hard, inserting two fingers into her tight, wet hole and thrusting them into her relentlessly. She starts to push against my face again and her legs are trembling. She’s close. “Come all over my face like a good fucking girl, Bella,” I encourage. I think I may need her orgasm more than she does.
“Ah. I’m coming, Daddy,” she yells but I’m not quite ready to be done yet, so I keep sucking her tight, little nub, attempting to drag out her release. She comes down from the high and her legs start squirming in a poor attempt to push me off. Her grunts and squeals tell me she’s fighting hard to obey my order to keep her hands on the headboard. Good girl .
I still my fingers and curl them, massaging her g-spot to coax more from her while I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. “Come on baby. Give me another one.”
“I can’t,” she cries.
“You sure as fuck can. And you will,” I demand. “Now give me what I’ve earned.”
It takes all of thirty seconds before another orgasm crashes through her as a rush of fluid washes over my face and chest, soaking me and the bed beneath us.
Her body tenses.
“Did I just… pee on your face?”
“No, you didn’t pee on my face.” I can't stop the laugh that escapes me at her concern as I sit back on my heels and wipe my entire forearm across my mouth in one exaggerated movement. “Have you really never squirted before?”
She shakes her head, cheeks blushed with embarrassment. An overwhelming sense of accomplishment washes over me that I’m the only man to get her to squirt. It’s not my first time making a woman come this way, but there’s something very captivating about the way she welcomes something new. Her eyes light up and her face flushes as she processes the new information. I want to be the cause of every new thing she experiences.
“I’m impressed. I’ve found that most women are capable of squirting, but for most, it takes quite a bit of orgasm training before they can relax enough to just let it happen.”
“But, I don’t understand how I didn’t just empty my bladder all over you.”
I lazily stroke her inner thighs. “It’s pretty similar to urinating which is why it felt like you were peeing on me. But the fluid is different. It’s tasteless and colorless. I don’t smell any pee. Do you?”
“No. I don’t think so.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and grins. “I kinda wanna do it again.”
Oh she’ll be doing it again if I get my way. Over and over again.
“Don’t you worry about that. There’s plenty more where that came from, sweet girl,” I assure her as I lean over and cover her spent body with mine, caging her in and assaulting her with a deep kiss.
The second our lips part, she giggles. “Can I move my hands please, Sir?”
“Yes, of course.” I reach my hand for hers as I roll off her and stand. “It's time to get cleaned up, anyway. We both have to work tonight, and it’ll be here before you know it.”