Chapter 10 #2
It’s a flimsy as fuck excuse to be around her, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
My long strides eat up the distance between the kitchen and staircase, and I bound up the steps two at a time. I need to set my eyes on her to make sure she’s ok, then I’ll leave her be.
I rap softly at her bedroom door—my bedroom door. “Hey Ruby, I was just coming to see if—”
“Oh God,” she cries, her words muffled by the closed door.
“Ruby? Are you…”
“Oh fuck. You feel so good.”
Motherfucker! Is somebody in there with her? In my goddamn bed with my woman?
A potent mix of anger and jealousy surges through me, and I do my best to tamp it down. I have no right to feel this way. Despite what my heart is telling me, Ruby doesn’t belong to me, even if I wish she did.
Another moan slips free from her, and my jaw ticks, my fists clenching at my sides. I should go; it’s wrong to stay and listen. I turn to walk away, until…
“Fuck, Liam. I’m gonna come.”
My name. She said my fucking name.
Desire propels me forward, and before I can stop myself, I’m shoving open her door. Ruby’s on her back in the middle of my four-poster bed, her knees bent, one hand squeezing her right breast while the other holds a purple silicone vibrator inside her glistening pussy.
I can see every dip and curve of her gorgeous body—thick, dimpled thighs, a soft belly, and generous tits that would fit perfectly in my palms. She’s more gorgeous than I ever fucking imagined, and I’m frozen in the doorway. Her chest heaves, her eyes wide and face flushed.
Pushing all common sense aside, I take one step into the room and quietly close the door behind me, plunging the room into darkness save for the small lamp on the bedside table that casts a warm glow over Ruby’s prone figure.
“Keep going,” I say in a low, commanding tone. “But don’t you dare come.”
Her eyes flare. “I—”
“Don’t get shy on me now, beautiful. You called out for me. Show me what you were doing while you were thinking about me.”
I adjust my erection, and her eyes drop to the bulge behind my zipper, arousal swimming in her sapphire irises.
“Show me,” she breathes.
“Earn it.” I work my belt as I approach the bed.
Her eyes lock on mine as she moves the silicone cock in and out. I take in the sight of her body, and an extra something shines in the dim light of the bedroom.
My sweet Ruby has a clit piercing, a silver hoop with a rhinestone in the center. A pang of bitter envy lances my chest at the thought of another man touching her, but my attention is quickly drawn to her lips as she whispers my name.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes.” She moans, her eyes closing as she continues to work herself.
“Eyes on me. Tell me what you’re thinking about?”
“You. It’s always you,” she breathes.
The confession hits me like a lightning strike, sapping the air from my lungs. I don’t think she meant to say it, but it’s out now, and there’s no going back.
“I want… I need…”
“What do you need?” I ask.
“Talk to me. Need your voice.”
“What should I say? Should I tell you how beautiful you look fucking yourself on that cock? How badly I want to crawl between your thighs and lick up every drop of your cum when you’re done?”
Her chest heaves with each word, my voice low and gravelly. I’m ready to come in my goddamn jeans from the sight alone.
“Maybe I should tell you about my fantasies, hm? Would you like to hear about how I’ve pictured bending you over every fucking surface in this house?
How I’d fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day?
I’ve imagined you like this so many times, but it’s my cock that’s buried deep inside you, my fingers and mouth on your perfect tits, making you writhe and moan and squirm. ”
“Oh god,” she breathes. “I’m gonna come. Please, can I come?”
“Such a good little slut, begging for permission. Come for me, beautiful.”
“Ahhhhhhh! Liam,” she screams out her release and her pussy gushes around the vibrator, toes curling as her body shudders from the force of her orgasm.
I slide a hand inside my jeans, gripping my cock, rock hard and leaking pre-cum.
She tracks the movement, and a small smile tugs at her lips.
“Is that for me?” she asks breathlessly. Her face is perfectly flushed, and her hair is sticking to her forehead. She’s the most gorgeous mess I’ve ever seen.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Beg. Get on your knees and beg for my cock.”
She slides the vibrator out of her soaked cunt and sits up, giving me an even better view of her gorgeous, lush figure. Her legs swing over the side of the bed, and she drops to her knees. Then her palms meet the floor, and she fucking crawls.
Stopping at my feet, she sits back, ass to ankles, her hands placed demurely on her lap.
“Take it out,” I say.
Her hands aren’t dainty. They’re the hands of an expert musician, calloused and worn, but just as beautiful.
Her nails are kept short, painted a glittery pink, and the color is always changing.
Ruby brings those skilled hands to my jeans, tugging them down my legs.
One of her hands reaches inside my boxers to grip my erection, the other pulling the elastic down my thighs.
Her fist barely makes it around my shaft, and the look in her eyes is pure heat. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“It’ll fit.”
She quirks a brow. “Where?”
I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I want your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock. Open.”
She does, and the view nearly has me dropping to my knees instead.
“Have your way with me, baby. This cock belongs to you now. Might as well tattoo your name on it.”
Her pupils dilate the barest amount.
“You like the sound of that? You want to stake your claim on me?”
She doesn’t respond, her hungry eyes locked on mine as her tongue flicks out to lick the pre-cum beading at the tip. As if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, she closes her mouth and moans.
She parts her lips enough for me to slide between them, her eyes watering when I hit the back of her throat. My hands fist at my sides, resisting the urge to touch her. I want to grip her hair, to fuck her mouth, but I don’t want to take things too far if she’s not ready, so I let her set the pace.
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”
Her hand works in tandem with her mouth, gripping the part of my shaft that doesn’t fit.
She pulls back, gasping, a line of spit trailing from my cock to her mouth.
Fuck, I love seeing her like this. Never in a million years could my fantasies compare to the real thing.
I’m absolutely fucking ruined for this woman, and she has no idea.
She grabs one of my hands and places it on the back of her head. “Do it. Fuck my face.”
In all the years I’ve been abstinent, I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched like this—or maybe it’s because it’s Ruby doing the touching. “Such a cock hungry little slut.”
She smiles wickedly, sucking my balls into her mouth as she jerks my cock.
It’s a goddamn struggle to stay upright with my dream woman on her knees, begging me to take control. I cave and give her everything she wants.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much.” I grip her blonde hair in my fist and take over, driving my cock to the back of her throat over and over.
She’s perfect, taking everything I give her, sucking and swirling her tongue as I move.
“Touch yourself,” I grunt, harsh and demanding.
She slips a hand between her thick thighs, and her eyes fall closed. I could come from the sight alone. I slow down, prolonging this experience. I don’t know if I’ll ever get this opportunity again, and I want to savor it.
I wish I were the one touching her, teasing her, tasting her, fucking her, but I don’t think she’s ready for everything that. Once I have her, I’m never letting go.
She may think she’s at my mercy, but it’s the other way around. I’m hers in every fucking way. I need her like I need air.
My orgasm builds along my spine, muscles pulling taut as I get closer to the edge. I whimper. “Fuck. Ruby. Baby. I’m gonna come.”
Her chest heaves, and I know she’s there with me.
She grabs my ass, forcing me further back, and I come undone, spilling down her throat.
I pinch my eyes shut as she swallows every drop I feed her.
When she pulls away, her body shakes from the force of her orgasm, her fingers still buried between her luscious thighs.
I drop to my knees right there on the rug, grip her wrist, and bring her fingers to my lips, tasting her cum on my tongue.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl.
I rest my forehead against hers, wanting to kiss her, but I hold back.
There’s an intimacy in a kiss that we haven’t shared before.
I don’t want the first time to be because we’ve taken pleasure from one another.
I want our first kiss to mean something; I want it to mean she’s mine just as I’m hers.
I help her stand and pull her against my chest, letting the feel of her in my arms soothe the small part of me worrying that she’ll regret everything.
I don’t have to worry long.
She pats my chest twice. “That was amazing. Compliments to the chef.”
“The chef?”
“I don’t know. Couldn’t think of anything better to say.”
I chuckle. “You’re ridiculous. Go have a bath and relax.”
“Back to our regular programming,” she says with an eye roll. Ruby saunters to the bathroom stark naked, swaying her hips.
“Testing me, Goldie?”
She glances over her shoulder, and the view steals my goddamn breath. “Maybe, but I’ve seen what you have to offer, and I’m not afraid of the consequences.”
I stare at the closed door, my jaw slack as I listen to the faucet squeak on and the water splash into the tub. What the fuck happened, and how the hell can I make it happen again?
No. This can never be permanent. Maybe I deluded myself into thinking Ruby could be mine, and for a fleeting moment she was, but that’s all it can ever be. A moment. I can’t keep her.