12. Ryker
Ryker
Damn! I knew from the look on Mila’s face that she didn’t appreciate my last words.
She didn’t want to hear how badly I wanted to fuck her.
She didn’t want to hear how her bud had quivered against my fingers as I’d rubbed her, how I’d felt her releasing her juices against me even though we were in the water.
Her breasts felt soft and hard as they pressed into my chest, and her legs were wrapped around me tightly as if she were scared she was going to drown.
Fuck. I wanted to drive my hardness into her and make her mine.
It would be so easy. I was so close to her opening, and she was ready for me.
She wanted me inside of her; her body knew it, even if her mind didn’t know it.
One shift, one movement of her right leg up just a little higher, and I’d be inside of her, making her mine.
But I knew that now was not the time to be playing with fire.
Everything was too complicated. I needed to play it cool, especially with Parker here.
He was going to be trouble, and I didn’t know what to do.
He was my best friend, but even his wishes couldn’t stop me from doing what I was going to do.
“Ryker.” Mila gasped against my mouth as her lips kissed me back hesitantly. I could tell that she didn’t really know what was going on, but that she was willing to give me whatever I wanted.
“Mila,” I teased, and tugged on her lower lip with my teeth.
She moaned and shifted her position against me.
My cock twitched to be inside of her. My hand moved up to her breast and squeezed gently, my fingers rubbing against her cold and hard nipples, doing things that I wanted my lips to be doing.
“Oh, Ryker,” she cried out and pulled away from me, her eyes wide with passion and shock.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” I said, treading water next to her, my body missing the closeness of hers in the cold water.
“You seem to be doing a lot of that today,” she said, her lips still slightly parted.
My cock grew harder as I pictured her sucking me and taking me deep into her mouth.
I had to look away from her mouth; I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist fucking her if I continued thinking about her moans and her groans as I fucked her into oblivion.
“I’m going for a swim,” she said, and there was an anxious lilt to her voice.
She could probably see the confusion on my face.
Maybe I was scaring her, looking like some wolf in the night that wanted to eat her.
She drifted onto her back and floated away from me.
I watched as her breasts glistened through the water.
She looked like a nymph who was tempting me.
Staring at her made me think of Shakespeare and poetry.
The moon made her body glow enticingly; she was a work of art, a beauty to behold, both innocent and tempting.
“Above the lake a mist was lifting; through milky clouds across the sky, the ruddy mood was softly drifting, when water drew the friar’s eye,” I whispered the words to Alexander Pushkin’s poem, The Water-Nymph, to myself as I watched her, moving in the water.
I felt surprisingly at ease, as if the moment were magical.
And then something inside me stirred; my loins grew tense and aching.
The wolf was awakened. And I was ready to take what was mine.
I paused, trying to think about more than just my carnal desires.
I felt more for her than just sex. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my heart raced as I gazed at her graceful movements in the water.
She started floating in the water toward me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I immediately swam over to her, my strokes fast as I ached to get to her quickly.
“Enjoy your swim?” I said lightly, stopping a couple of inches away from her.
Though I wanted to touch her, I didn’t want her to think I was all about sex.
I wanted her to like me for me. I wanted her to want me, not just because I was attractive and rich.
And I wanted her to know that my interest in her wasn’t just about sex—even though I wanted to fuck her into oblivion.
Things were going to get complicated, and I didn’t want the start of everything to be ruled by our sexual attraction to each other.
“The water feels good now that I’m used to the temperature.” She nodded, her eyes gazing into mine wonderingly. She looked disappointed, and I had to hide a smile. She wanted me to move closer to her and take her into my arms. I knew it as well as I knew that my name was Ryker Walker.
“It’s not too cold tonight.” I nodded and tried to ignore the slight parting of her lips. Her eyes widened at me, and her blond hair was slicked back.
“Do you want to race?” she asked me finally, and I laughed.
“You know I always beat you. Are you sure you want to go down that road again?”
“You don’t always beat me,” she protested, and the expression on her face reminded me of when she was a child and got annoyed when Parker or I teased her, which we had done a lot.
“I don’t think you’ve ever won any race that we’ve been in,” I said and raised an eyebrow at her. I found myself moving closer to her as I couldn’t stop myself.
“Whatever,” she huffed, her breath coming rapidly as our bodies grazed one another. “I’ll beat you now.”
“Where do you want to race to?” I asked, never one to turn down a challenge when pressed.
“We’ll race out to that buoy.” She nodded her head to a lighted buoy in the far distance. “And then back to shore.”
“You really want to take on that distance?” I asked her in surprise. By my calculations, it would be at least half a mile there and back to shore.
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” she challenged, her brown eyes filled with excitement, as if to say, don’t call me out for your problems.
“Nope,” I said, ignoring the desire to kiss her. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” she said. “On your mark, get set, go,” she screamed, and a huge splash of water hit my face as she swam off, kicking through the water with all her might.
I swam behind her at a leisurely pace. I knew I could beat her, but I wasn’t swimming to win.
I wanted to make sure that she didn’t get a cramp in the water or run into trouble.
That was more important to me than winning the race.
I picked up my pace a little when I realized that she was still going strong as she made it to the buoy in what I thought must have been record time.
I was impressed at how quickly she was swimming.
Mila was really in this race to win it. I picked up my pace as she did a flip and started swimming back toward the shore.
“Sucker.” She grinned when she saw me still swimming to the buoy.
I was just about to answer when she put her head back down so she could front crawl as quickly as possible back to shore.
I laughed, flipped, and started to do the breaststroke as I made my way back.
I could keep my head above water and keep watching her as I swam.
I caught up to her quickly, and I knew I could either let her win or take over.
A part of me wanted to win so that I could watch her huffing and puffing and fuming about how I’d cheated, but I didn’t.
It didn’t feel important to win this. Not now.
Not with everything I had planned. I’d be winning plenty pretty soon.
I might as well give her this. I slowed down my pace and watched as she made it to the shore and jumped up and down in excitement, a huge smile on her face.
My cock swelled as I watched her breasts bouncing up and down. Damn, she was sexy.
“I beat you,” she squealed at me as I swam up to her. She immediately stopped jumping and made her way farther back into the water as she grew self-conscious.
“You cheated,” I said with a half-smile, finding it hard to ignore the feelings of want that were coursing through my body as she swam over to me.
“No, I didn’t.” She giggled. “I beat you fair and square. You just suck.”
“I’ll show you who sucks,” I said, frowning at her. “Let’s race again.”
“No way! I already won.”
“Then beat me again,” I said directly to her lips as I stared at the tip of her tongue. My cock twitched at the movement of her tongue darting back and forth. I could already feel her tongue on me, licking my shaft before she sucked on my balls. I groaned.
“What did you say?” She narrowed her eyes as she looked at me.
“I said, beat me again.” I moved closer to her and touched her lips softly.
“I’m too tired to race again.” She shook her head, and some sprinkles of water fell from her face to mine.
“Then wrap your legs around me.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her up against me.
“Ryker.” She gasped as her breasts crushed against my chest.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I repeated, knowing that I would pick them up and guide them around my waist if she didn’t.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she complied.
With her legs wrapped around my waist, I held her closer to me.
I shifted her down slightly so that she could feel my hardness pushing into her.
I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me.
How hard she had made me. I wanted her to know just how patient I was being for her.
“Ryker,” she moaned. “What are you going to do?” Her lips trembled as my hands ran up and down her back.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I said as my fingers slid down between her legs.
I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth with force.
She kissed me back hard, her breathing labored, and I could feel her heart racing with mine.
She kissed me with abandon, no longer trying to pretend that she didn’t want this as well.
I rubbed my fingers against her clit, and she moaned against my lips.
Her legs shifted, and I slid two fingers inside of her and then sucked on her tongue.
Each time I pulled my fingers out of her, I sucked on her tongue harder, and her body shook next to me.
Her pussy was tight, and my cock was jealous that my fingers were getting all the action.
She moved her ass back and forth as my fingers entered her.
I could feel that she was close to orgasm as her pussy lips tightened on me.
“Ryker,” she cried out as her walls clenched for a few seconds, and then her body grew more relaxed against me. I kissed her for a few more seconds and then pulled away slightly. Her eyes looked up at me lazily and full of lust. My heart expanded as she looked up at me with trust.
“Enjoyed yourself?” I smirked.
“I, uh…” She looked at my lips and paused.
“Congrats.” I winked at her.
“Congrats for what?”
“For winning the race,” I said. “That was your prize.” I lifted my fingers out of the water and sucked them slowly.
Even though they were wet from the water, I still thought I could taste her juices.
However, that might have been wishful thinking.
“And this is my prize,” I said as I continued to suck my fingers.
Her eyes widened, and I could see the shock on her face as she watched me.
“You’re disgusting,” she said, but watched me diligently.
“What can I say? You taste good.” I licked my lips and then sucked on my lower lip for a few seconds. “I wish you could taste yourself,” I drawled. “But maybe next time.”
“There will be no next time.” She blushed, though she didn’t move away.
“Oh, there will be a next time.” I reached out, grabbed her breast, and played with her nipple. “Only next time, we’ll both be coming.”
“I didn’t come,” she said and looked away. She was embarrassed, and I wanted to tell her not to be. I wanted to tell her that she would face far more intense situations to be embarrassed about if she continued down this road with me.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “Let’s go back to shore,” I said. “The others will be wondering what happened to us.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding disappointed.
I swam away from her and back to shore. I was a good eight strokes ahead of her, and I waited for her to get out of the water.
“So we’re going back now?” She walked toward me, her head held high, and I swallowed as I stared at her naked body.
“Not yet.” I shook my head and led her over to one of the lounge chairs.
“Oh?” she said, looking at me curiously.
“I have some unfinished business,” I said and pushed her down on the chair. “Lie back.”
“What?” She blinked up at me. “Why?”
“Just lie back.” I pushed her shoulder down and laughed at the confusion on her face.
“Ryker?” she said hesitantly as I knelt and spread her legs. I leaned forward and licked all the drops of water from her pussy. “Ryker, what are you doing?” She moaned, and her legs trembled.
“You said you didn’t come,” I said, my voice deep, even to my ears. “That means you didn’t get your prize,” I said and looked up at her. “We can’t go back until you get your prize.”
“You can’t…” she mumbled and shook her head.
“Oh, but I can,” I said, bent back down, and immediately pushed my tongue inside of her.
I felt the gush of her orgasm as soon as I entered her, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t wait to lap up her juices as she lay there, her body bucking.
I took one more long pull of her clit, and then kissed my way up her body, sucking on both of her nipples before positioning my body over hers and resting on my elbows.
I let my cock rest between her legs, and she shifted her legs to accommodate me.
I leaned down, kissed her, and rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit next to her entrance.
It took everything in me to not enter her.
“Oh, Ryker.” She groaned, reaching her arms up around me.
“Yes, Mila?” murmured, waiting for her to ask me to fuck her.
“Ryker.” She moaned again, her eyes fixed on mine deeply, searching for something.
I was seconds away from entering her. Seconds away from filling her up and making her mine.
She shifted again, and my tip entered her, and she moaned again—a deep, long, aching sound—and she reached up and ran her hands through my hair, playing with my tresses softly.
“Make love to me, Ryker,” she whispered into the night.
I jumped off her and stood upright, bending down only to help her up.
“That’s Troy’s job,” I said, my voice cracking.
I turned my back on her and walked over to my clothes.
“I don’t make love, Mila. I only fuck,” I said harshly.
I couldn’t even look at her as we pulled our clothes back on.
I don’t think she knew it, but my words probably hurt me more than they had hurt her.