Page 22 of Something to Someone

“Yes, come on, baby. Let them hear you,” he purred.

Through a groan, I panted, “I have neighbors, and don’t call me baby.”

His tongue still pressed against my most private parts, I could feel the vibration of his laugh against me.

“Okay, pretty girl, but I would still love to hear you moaning my name. Please, Caroline.”

Still massaging my breast with one hand, I wound my fingers back through his hair with the other. I tugged hard enough at the root that he had no choice but to rear back. Staring down at him, the sight nearly made me come on the spot. My arousal was dripping down his mouth, collecting around his chin and the stubble that rubbed against my thighs. He licked remnants from his lips, and his blue eyes fluttered like it was the most glorious taste he’d ever experienced. Blue eyes that were unnaturally dark, his pupils blown with his own need.

My thighs were spread indecently wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, and he sat between them like a starving man prepared for a feast.

“Make me come again,” I said between clenched teeth. “And I’ll scream your name exactly how you want me to. For every one of my neighbors to hear.”

“Yes,” he panted eagerly. “Yes, let me—” I loosened my grip, he dropped his head forward, and he ate like a man starved.

A few urgent, strong sweeps of his tongue were enough to make me forget where we were,whowe were to each other. Thick fingers scissored inside me, but the fingers of his free hand trailed up my stomach, inch by excruciating inch, until he cupped my breast.

God, it felt so much better to have his large hand against me rather than in my own. He dipped beneath the fabric and with one swipe of his finger against my tender nipple, my body shuddered in an orgasm just as swift and violent as the first.

“Oh, fuck, Ryder,” I moaned into the air around us. And it had nothing to do with the promise I’d made. It was second nature to shout his name. It felt right to exclaim exactly who was making me come.

TWELVE

BLUE BALLS

Ryder

Nothing had ever tasted sogood or been so fucking satisfying. Buried chin deep in Caroline’s gorgeous cunt was the place I was always meant to be. I’d known it all along, but she hadn’t really understood until the second orgasm crested with my name on her lips.

Hearing the glorious sound, I couldn’t imagine how anyone had ever willingly walked away from her.

She shuddered and bucked underneath my hands, yet I kept going. Two orgasms weren’t enough when I could feel a third sitting on the horizon. Or when I was already addicted to the sight of watching her come apart. All those walls shattering around her for at least a few seconds as the ecstasy took over.

“Ryder, Ryder—” she panted, tugging on my hair while holding my mouth to her pussy. She shamelessly ground herself over my mouth, and my hips rolled in the same motion. She fucked herself against my tongue, and I was fucking, well, nothing.

All I did was displace water and create small waves in the pool. Moving my hips was pointless, but I couldn’t stop it. My thighswere tight with the strain of keeping myself from coming. My balls were heavy, and my cock, trapped behind the wet, tight fabric of my briefs, was screaming for relief.

“Come on, baby. One more,” I growled.

She tugged my hair harder as I wrapped my free hand—the one that wasn’t buried deep inside her—under her ass and tugged her even closer, tilting her ass higher for a better angle.

“Don’t call me baby,” she argued as I expected.

I chuckled and panted against her cunt. Slipping my tongue over her clit, I poised it between my teeth and bit lightly. And the reaction was a beautiful, new symphony of sounds emanating from her lips. So, I bit harder and sucked the tight bundle of nerves into my mouth. The muscles in my hand began to strain, but I didn’t stop. I dragged the tips of my fingers against her inner wall and the sweet spot a few inches in.

Her arousal coated my chin and my tongue. As I added a third finger, a broken, pleasure-laced sob pierced the air, and she bucked hard enough to nearly leap from my hands. But I held on and let her ride my face and clench around my fingers.

Her entire body vibrated as the orgasm ripped through her. I couldn’t be certain but the third felt just as powerful as the first, maybe even stronger. I wanted to live in the wake of her pleasure and watch the ecstasy overwhelm her body over and over again. But eventually, her body went limp, and I carefully set her back down.

A faint flush spread over her chest and up her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell quickly, but she laid at the edge of the pool completely sated. A similar satisfaction pounded in my chest. I’d been the one to make her feel that way. So weak from pleasure that her eyes were still closed, and her arms were slumped to her sides.

But there was no satisfaction for my poor, aching erection.

Caroline stirred as I adjusted my soaking briefs. The brush of my hand against the swollen head made my hips jolt, and I groaned at the sensation. There would be no relief until I was deep inside her and not a second before.

Caroline pushed up from the ground and reached for her swimsuit bottoms I carelessly tossed to the side. Not like we really needed them with my head between her legs. With her discarded swimsuit in her hands, she stood and grabbed the towel I’d rested her head on.

“Well, this was fun,” she murmured, running a hand through her slowly drying hair as she unfolded the towel and wrapped it around her waist. She scooped up the dress I’d come by to drop off but left the extra towel on the chair next to it. She was halfway to the door before I had the sense to follow.

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