Page 43 of Something to Someone

My heart pounded double-time, and I suddenly found it harder to breathe. I’d known that was what the night would lead to, but that didn’t make it any easier. The two sides of my brain were in a never-ending war when it came to Ryder. One side—the logical side—telling me to grab my coat and run before we were well and truly fucked. While the other side—the one that held my heart and my cunt—said our fate was already decided with the first time I’d answered the phone on his birthday.

What was one more step in that fateful direction?

I wasn’t strong enough to deny either of us what we wanted anyway. So, I nodded. Decision made.

“Your gift, your fantasy,” I said. “Do your worst, Trouble.”

The smile that slipped across his lips was slow and devious. And made my already pounding heart feel like it was about to leap from my chest. His smile didn’t linger, though. It couldn’t when he was determined to kiss me.

The second our lips touched, I felt my entire body relax. If I’d been in my right mind, that reaction would have scared me. But I was too lost in every graze of his tongue and brush of his lips.

“Bedroom,” he whispered, but didn’t wait for me to go on my own. He gripped my hand in his and tugged me across the living room. Although he was leading me along, he looked back like he wanted to make sure I was really following. The smile playing on his lips was unencumbered and disarming.

He dropped my hand long enough to flip on a lamp in the corner of the room, and I saw his bedroom for the first time. I was happy to see that his mattress wasn’t on the floor, that there was aboxspring and a bedframe. And he even had a green comforter and matching pillows. Similar to the living room, it was a little bare but somehow homey. There were a few knick-knacks and framed photographs like they’d been specifically selected.

A careful finger slid across my shoulders as he stepped around me. His slow, deliberate steps were muffled by the carpet beneath his feet. The pile was a little thicker than the one I made him crawl across in my own bedroom. The image of his muscled back and arms working to propel him across the floor was one I’d replayed over and over again since it happened.

And as much as I wanted to sit on the edge of his bed and demand to see it again, I didn’t. I knew he would—he’d immediately drop to his knees and willingly crawl to me. Looking up at me through dark lashes and trying to contain the smile threatening to break free. But tonight was for him. I wanted it to be everything he wanted.

“Anything I want?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. A slight nod of my head, and he reached beneath his waistband. “This may sound strange, but I just want you to…stand there.”

I shrugged and let my hands fall to my sides, standing up straighter and watching Ryder tug his sweatpants down just enough to let his cock spring free. At the sight of his swollen, rounded head, I inadvertently licked my lips at the memory of how heavy he felt against my tongue. I hadn’t realized I’d done it until I saw Ryder’s crooked smile.

But he always appeared cocky. It was nothing new, so I went back to staring at his fist wrapped around his engorged length. Swollen veins so close to the surface peeked out from between his fingers as he slowly slid his fist up and down. He, too, forgot about my outward display of desire at the mere sight of his cock. He was too busy raking his eyes up and down my body, devouring every inch and taking his time doing it.

“It’s not often I get to just look at you without distraction. Without worrying that someone else might catch me. Even last time,you took away my view with that damn blindfold,” he said through heavy breaths.

There was something decisively erotic about the idea that just the sight of me, in nothing more than cutoffs and a bikini was enough to get him so turned on. That all he wanted to do was look at me and take the image in. Commit every part of it to memory so he could likely replay it later. It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest he take a photo, but I knew well enough that would be a horrible idea.

So, I stood there and let him look for as long as he wanted while he jacked himself off to the sight of me. Each rise and fall of his chest grew quicker as did the pace of his hand. His jaw went slack and the tension in the room climbed higher.

I could see in the way his muscles tensed, and his eyelids began to flutter, that he was close. Just as quickly as the thought crossed my mind, Ryder jerked his hand away and stared down at himself like he was amazed what had almost happened.

Inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, it was several long seconds before he looked back up at me. Like he was nervous to touch his cock, he cautiously replaced his hand.

“I really want to know what you’re thinking as you stroke yourself. As you watch me,” I said.

He dragged his thumb over the head and through the pre-cum that was collecting every second. A stuttered breath was followed by a muffled groan, but he was able to collect himself, leaning most of his weight on his free hand propped behind him.

“I’m thinking a lot of things. None of which are coherent at the moment.”

“Try me,” I pushed.

He licked his lips and captured his lower one between his teeth as I slipped my fingers beneath the ties peeking out from above my cutoffs.

“I’m thinking about how fucking good you look and how much I want you to take off those shorts,” he admitted, and I unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper lower as he continued. “When I first saw you at that party, I hoped I’d get to see you dripping wet. I wanted to know if the white fabric was as see-through as I imagined.”

My short laugh met his smile, and I let the shorts fall down my legs. Similar to the little triangle top, the bottoms also seemed to shrink with time. The flimsy material did enough to cover between my thighs and less than half my ass. That was it, and I was likely never going to wear it outside of that room again, but I was glad I’d kept it all those years just to see his reaction.

“I haven’t worn this in a while, so I can’t tell you if it is. But I can go jump in the shower really quick, if you want to know.”

He shook his head. “I have another idea,” he said and stood, kicking his sweatpants off. “Another, more pleasurable way to get you wet.”

In two quick strides, he ate up the space between us. His large hands gripped my waist, and he ducked his head. Licking over the curve of my breast, he kissed the skin that ran along the edge of my suit. I tossed my arms over his shoulders and ran my hand through his thick, unruly hair at the back of his head.

“Fuck,” I muttered quietly when he sucked one of my nipples through the fabric. Pleasure rippled through me in increasing waves with every flick of his tongue and bite of his teeth. He switched to my other breast and shifted until he’d wrapped one arm around my back, holding me impossibly close while the other hand blazed a path down my stomach.

His movements were intent and directed. He wasn’t going to tease me or draw anything out longer than necessary. And truthfully, I loved his urgency.

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