Page 21 of Something to Someone

A cocky smile and the glint in his eyes was his only response. Propping up on my elbows, I stared down my body where his thumb brushed over my swimsuit between my legs. It was the lightest tease of pressure, but it was pointed, sweeping over my slit and swollen clit. It was enough to have my hips lifting off the ground beneath me and searching for more.

“I can’t wait to prove to you that I not only know what I’m doing but convince you I’m the best you’ll ever have,” he stated confidently. And the laugh that leaped from my lips was unintentional yet perfectly conveyed how I felt about his statement.

His eyes shot to mine and rather than dull the confidence I’d noticed before, it seemed to amplify it. I didn’t doubt that Ryder would be good, but the best I ever had was a high bar to reach, let alone surpass. A kiss was one thing. But I’d had some really,reallygood sex. Although I didn’t doubt that he would try.

His thumb brushed against me again, and my eyes fluttered closed for a moment until I felt him move. I looked down just in time to see him kneeling in front of me.

“Lucky for you, I also do my best convincing on my knees,” he said, leaning forward until I could feel his warm breath between my thighs where the pulsing was growing stronger with each passing second. The spot where he’d decided to set me was at the shallower end of the pool which meant on his knees, he was nearly eye level with my cunt.

The first brush of his lips was against my right thigh where he lingered, tasting my skin and teasing the absolute shit out of me. His eyes caught mine as he slowly moved to the other side and placed a kiss in the same spot on my opposite thigh.

“Teasing me is not helpingconvinceme,” I ground out.

His chuckle was wry and cruel. He was enjoying the tease, his attention never leaving my face and examining each of my minute reactions. But he gave in, at least a little and pressed an open-mouth kiss to my pussy. Even over my swimsuit, the sensation was enough that I dropped my head back and moaned.

He’d barely touched me, he’d barely begun, yet I felt like I was already poised on the precipice of release. Teetering on the edge, I looked back down to watch his tongue flatten against where my clit was throbbing behind the wet material. Damp from the water and my arousal.

“Fuck, I’m teasing myself, too,” he murmured, reaching for one of the two ties at my hips that kept the swimsuit up. I held my breath as he tugged the little bow, and it fell open. He didn’t waste any time switching to the other side. He slipped the tie open and slid his fingers beneath the fabric. In one swift motion, he ripped them from my body and tossed them to the side.

His responding groan was enough to make my toes curl. Reverent fingers ran down my lips and spread me apart, completely exposing my cunt to the air and Ryder’s unwavering gaze. With his mouth slightly parted, he stared at me for several long seconds before inhaling a shaking breath.

“Fucking beautiful. I couldn’t imagine a pussy this pretty no matter how long or hard I tried. You’re perfect, Caroline.”

His compliment made my skin warm, and my legs widened of their own accord. I had the fleeting thought—well, more than fleeting—that we shouldn’t be doing this. That it was so very wrong, but it felt so,sogood. Both sides of my mind warring with each other like the angel and devil on my shoulders, but they quieted when his thumb brushed against my slit.

He fingered my opening and dragged his touch higher until he found my clit. A brush of his thumb against the already pulsing spot made heat radiate up my stomach and settle in my arms and legs.

“Fuck,” I muttered, and I was too far gone already to care aboutthe cocky grin tilting Ryder’s perfect lips. Holding me apart with one hand, the other began an enticing rhythm against the needy point.

But I wanted more. And when our eyes connected, it was like he could read my thoughts. He brought his two middle fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. My pussy clamped around nothing knowing exactly what he was about to do with those two fingers. And if he didn’t, I think I might have screamed.

Slowly, he pulled them free. The moonlight and soft pool lights reflected against the spit collecting around each digit as he lowered them just as methodically. His fingers poised at my entrance, he pushed inside.

He tilted his head back and shuttered his eyes closed as I sucked in a sharp breath. Every muscle clamped around his thick fingers, and I fell back until my head hit the towel yet again. All the lingering thoughts that what we were doing was wrong vanished with his fingers inside me and his tongue licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to devour me.

“I swear, if you don’t fucking—”move, I was about to growl, but my words disappeared on a needy groan when he crooked his fingers. In one, two movements, he found that spot just a few inches inside that made me see stars.

Then something wet and soft—his tongue—connected with my clit, and those stars began to pulse with a deep, frenetic energy. He flattened his tongue against me and started a rhythm that made me reach forward and bury my fingers in his silky, thick hair. I held him tightly to me and tested his resolve by tentatively grinding my hips. All I wanted to do was bury his face against my pussy and ride his tongue until I screamed, but I didn’t know how much he could take.

His responding guttural groan when I tugged on his hair was enough, but then he said, “Yes, ride my face. Show me exactly how you want me to pleasure you then come all over my fucking tongue.”

So, I did as he asked and as I wanted. I dug my hand harder into his scalp, and his skillful fingers and eager tongue only worked faster,betterwith the pain.

There was no climb or ascent to ecstasy. The orgasm was swift and brutal. The stars behind my eyes suddenly exploded, and all the pleasure winding its way through my body released in a sudden wave.

Ryder kept his perfect rhythm through the bucking and grinding of my hips even when it felt like I was going to snap his fingers in half or rip out his hair.

My body shuddered in the aftermath, the orgasm waning like the ripples in the water surrounding Ryder. Several deep breaths later, and I was still unsettled by how intense and all-consuming the climax was.

“Fuck, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Ryder murmured, and I glanced down my body to find his eyes glued to my face. His fingers started up again, grinding against my inner walls which were still tender and swollen from my release. “You must have been really wound up.”

That was part of it, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “It’s not that hard to make me come, especially not the first time. You’re not that special.”

“Hmm…” he hummed, leaning down and replacing his lips against my clit. “Then I’ll just have to do it again and again until you can finally admit that you enjoy having me between your legs. That I could possibly be the best you’ve ever had.”

He slipped his tongue up and down my slit and lathered my cunt in open-mouth kisses. Any arguments I had died on my tongue as the lingering tenderness dissipated, and my desire stirred. With his free hand, he palmed the inside of my left thigh and shoved it down until it hit the cold tile surrounding the pool. The pressure he applied, holding me in place and wide open, was feeding my need.

Raising my hands, I cupped my breasts over my admittedly tiny swimsuit top and pinched my nipples through the fabric. Pleasure spiked, and a moan ripped from my lips as I ground my hips against Ryder’s face.

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