Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
RYE
Aubrey trembled beneath me, riding out what I hoped was the best orgasm she’d ever had, and I licked the last of her cum from my lips as I rose up on my knees.
I wouldn’t get a chance to taste her again. Not for a while anyway because she was about to freak out about what I’d just done to her.
Trying not to imagine rubbing one out above her with her cum coating my fingers—and trying really hard not to focus on the fact that my dick felt like it was ready to burst—I closed my eyes and savored her on my tongue, counting down in my head for the anxiety attack I figured was coming.
Three, two, one…
But nothing happened.
I looked at her then because I needed to see the flush on her cheeks and the satisfaction on her face, the satisfaction I’d given her.
Three times. Me, the younger man she saw as a “kid.”
She’d never look at me that way again, but when I opened my eyes, I found her sitting up, too, tracking me like she wanted to eat me, like she was a cougar and I was a big ol’ buck she wanted to take down.
As she drew her legs out from underneath mine, she pushed at my chest, and I fell back on my ass. That wasn’t good enough for her though. She advanced on me, shoving me with her small hands and delicate fingers, and she rose up on her knees as I fell flat on my back and whacked the back of my head on my tailgate.
“What’re you doin’?”
“Givin’ you the best blow job of your life,” she said, pushing my T-shirt halfway up my stomach, then she yanked down my zipper and slid her hand inside my jeans.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I gripped both of her wrists to stop her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Please. Don’t give me that ‘little lady’ crap. I know what I want.”
Well then.
Licking her lips as her eyes devoured the skin above my fly like she was ready to take a bite, she pulled her hands out of my grasp and scraped her shiny, white teeth over her bottom lip, biting down until I thought she might hurt herself, and she moaned loudly.
Her amber eyes flashed gold as she breathed, “I want you.”
When she reached beneath my boxers and wrapped a hand around the hardest erection in the history of the world, my whole body shuddered. I’d fucked my own fist with this exact scenario in my mind so many times, it had become ingrained in my brain tissue like some porno dream I couldn’t shake.
I groaned and lifted my ass to give her better access. She pulled my jeans down my thighs and my cock out between us, scooting closer as she lowered her chest over my legs.
But then she stopped, holding my hard-on straight up in the air. It swelled and jerked in her hand ’cause I’d never been so turned on.
“Jesus Christ, Rye. You’ve been packin’ this the whole time?”
“Oh yeah,” I teased, “have a look at what you been missin’.”
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “I bet you’re really proud.”
Smirking, I flexed my pecs, and I twitched in her hand. “Oh, I am.”
“But do you know how to use it, or is all this bait and tackle just decoration?”
Promising utter devastation with just a look, I said, “Fuck around and find out, Spitfire.”
I thought she’d hit me or roll her eyes again, but with my hard, fat cock in her hand, her mouth fell open with want. Sinful pride rushed through my body as the sexiest groan slipped free from inside her.
She released me and planted her hands on either side of my hips, and the loss of their warmth touching me almost made me whimper like a puppy.
I tried to watch her, to prepare for something I’d never imagined would happen in real life, but she leaned down lower, and when I felt her breasts rubbing against my thighs and the warm suction of her beautiful mouth around my dick, I began to succumb to her pleasure. Imagining ripping off the pink bra beneath her shirt and fucking between her tits, I groaned, but when she gripped the base of my cock tight with one hand and swirled her tongue around the tip, my eyes rolled back in my head.
And then she went to work .
Her mouth was a dirty, messy, wet dream, and she sucked so fucking hard that my balls went numb, but then she cupped them in her warm hand, rolling and pulling, and I was pretty sure I died.
I couldn’t feel anything other than insane pleasure.
I tried to speak, to tell her to slow down ’cause I wanted the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced to last forever, but the words came out of my mouth as gasps and moans and rumbled nonsense. At one point, I begged her never to stop sucking me.
Cum leaked from the tip of my cock, and that shit just made her wild. She lapped it up and swallowed it down enthusiastically, and then it became her mission to elicit more cum out of me.
“Slow… slower… Oh fuck, Aubrey. How do you know how… to do…”
“Mmm,” she moaned, her soft hand pumping harder and faster.
“It’s not s’posed… to… this fast. Shit.”
I had to hold on to something. If I didn’t, I’d hurt her. I’d never had head so good, and there was a savage need growing inside my body to bust into that pretty mouth so goddamn hard.
The sides of my dually’s bed liner had been made out of some kind of industrial plastic. There wasn’t anything for me to grip, and I couldn’t reach any clips or holds, so I found my hands in Aubrey’s hair, pulling her up and down my cock, but not to my rhythm.
She was in control.
So I let go, just like I’d asked her to, and rode out what was fixing to be the best and fastest orgasm of my life.
Her wavy, strawberry hair kinked around my fingers, and she sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowed obscenely. Fuck . I’d never seen anything hotter than her head bobbing up and down above me, again and again, working me hard .
But it wasn’t until she placed her hand over mine that the throbbing between my legs really threatened to blow. She wanted me to push her down further, to hold her there and make her take me.
When I did, she released her grip, and I watched her slide her hand between her legs.
“Fuck yeah. Make yourself come with your mouth around my cock. That’s so fuckin’ sexy, I can’t even?—”
I almost swallowed my tongue when my dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged and choked. But she wouldn’t stop.
She moaned and shuddered, fingering herself faster and faster, and then her whole body froze, and she came again and sucked harder than ever before as pleasure like I’d never imagined erupted from inside me and ribbons of my hot cum shot down her throat.
“Maybe I better take you home,” I said, watching confusion and embarrassment flash through Aubrey’s eyes and rush over her skin in the prettiest rose blush after what we’d just done in the back of my truck on the side of Highway 10.
Way to keep it in your pants, asshole.
“What?” she asked distractedly as she climbed back into her seat and clipped her seatbelt into place.
“I’m takin’ you home. We can finish this… conversation another time.”
Her hand shot out and she placed it gently over my forearm before I could switch the ignition into gear. “No.”
“I can see it on your face. You think this was a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to go so far, I swear, it’s just that when it comes to you, I’m…”
“What? You’re what?”
Dragging my hand through my hair and down my face, I sighed. “Hopeless.”
She unbuckled her belt and scooted closer to me. “Don’t say that, Rye. It was your optimism and your hope ful ness that made me do what I did tonight.”
I turned my head, and we sat like that, side by side with her hand on my arm over my center console, staring at each other for what felt like forever.
Finally, her gaze dipped, and she said, “I’d like us to finish what we started.”
Huh? Was she saying what I thought she?—
“I want you to take me back to my house, and I want to have you in my bed. You wanna know the best part about gettin’ older? I can’t get pregnant. So if you can promise me that insanely big dick hasn’t been inside some Coachella-bound twenty-five-year-old in the last year, then I want you to come inside me.” Her cheeks pinked to an impossible shade of sexy. “Fuck me, Rye. Finish what we started.”
In my state of dumbfoundedness, I put the truck into Neutral instead of Reverse. I’d already released my parking brake, and we began sliding slowly down the embankment toward the forest.
Aubrey shrieked. Her hands shot out toward the dashboard, and I fumbled to start the truck and put us in Reverse. My tires spit dirt as I punched the gas and we backed up, and she gasped and snapped her seatbelt back in place while I whipped my truck around so fast, smoke probably came off the engine.
The drive back to her place was quiet.
And kind of awkward, for me anyway. I wasn’t sure why since I’d wanted her for as long as I could remember, but she stared at the side of my face the whole way, and I couldn’t figure out what she was looking for.
Did she see what everyone else always had? Grady Graves’s youngest son, his baby boy who wasn’t to be trusted or relied on, who couldn’t do anything without his daddy’s say so?
Or was she looking at me like that because I’d proved myself tonight as a means to her end—the end of her dry spell?
Good job building the tension, idiot.
She’d get what she wanted from the “kid” inside her house, and then what?
I parked behind her little white SUV in her driveway, turned off my truck, and let my hands fall down to my thighs.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothin’.”
“Rye—”
“You know what? I think I should just head back to my uncle’s. I’ve gotta head home early tomorrow mornin’, so it’s probably best if I… y’know. Go.”
She flopped back against her seat. “You’re leavin’ tomorrow?”
Was I hallucinating, or was that disappointment in her voice?
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been here too long. The next few weeks, there’s a lot to do before the drive.”
“I don’t know what changed for you in the last twenty minutes. Things feel different now between us, but if you’re headed out tomorrow, then spend the night with me. Please?”
I turned to face her. “Look, tonight was a dream, Spitfire. Really. But I want you too much for a one-night stand. If I stay with you tonight, it’ll kill me to leave in the mornin’ knowin’ we can’t ever go back. Once you get what you need from me, I’ll never see you again. Not like this, not how you are tonight.”
She huffed an angry breath at me. “Ryder Graves, get your ass in my house now.”