Page 44 of Something to Someone

Dexterous fingers slipped over my bathing suit bottoms and brushed against my slit. Widening my legs, Ryder’s forehead dropped to mine, his panted breaths fanning over my cheek.

“You’re already so wet, pretty girl. Let me play with your pussyjust a little bit more, and I bet I’ll be able to see the outline and pink of your cunt through the fabric.”

I tilted my head and captured his lips in a heated, frenzied kiss. There was too much fabric for his touch to be truly satisfying, but it felt so good to be touched by him. I could still feel the heat of his fingers as he found my clit and began rubbing it in tight, tiny circles. The brush of his tongue against mine, both of us mercilessly fighting for the upper hand, only amplified every sensation.

Ryder pulled back. “Get on the bed,” he ordered with a dominance in his voice I hadn’t heard before. I slipped from his hold and crossed to the bed, climbing onto the mattress and turning on my knees in the center.

He shook his head and raised one finger, spinning it in front of him. “Turn around. On your hands and knees.”

Rolling my eyes, I spun around and dropped to my elbows, letting my legs spread a little wider, and arched my back. The measly fabric covering my ass pulled to the center, exposing even more of each cheek.

I felt the bed dip, and I peeked down my body to see Ryder behind me. He grasped his cock and massaged up and down his shaft effectively spreading the pre-cum beading at the tip and using it to lubricate each pass.

But so much was leaking from the swollen head, more dripped onto the bed below him and between my legs.

“God, you’re making such a mess,” I murmured, propping up on my hands to peer over my shoulder. “Is all that pre-cum for me?”

He hummed low in his throat and dropped onto his haunches. One firm lick of his tongue against my pussy, and I fell back to the bed.

“All for you, pretty girl. It’s all for you.”

TWENTY-TWO

RED, WHITE, AND FUCKING BLUE

Ryder

Caroline madethis sweet sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and I couldn’t help but smile against her pussy.

When I woke up that morning, I didn’t expect all my dreams to come true.

But there I was, lapping at Caroline’s fabric-covered cunt, living them anyway.

When she showed up at my door I was confused, but when she dropped her coat, exposing the bikini she wore underneath, I swore I was hallucinating. A fantasy that only lived in my head until twenty minutes ago. One I never expected to experience.

I couldn’t remember the last time I was that happy. Excitement and desire were pumping through my veins faster than I could cope, and the result was me almost coming in my pants or in my hand at least three times since she walked through the door.

I hadn’t had such little control over my body since, well, since I met Caroline for the first time when I was only fifteen.

The fabric between her legs was soaking wet. Both from my mouth and her arousal pooling underneath it. Flattening my tongue, I mercilessly licked from her clit up to her opening. Even through her swimsuit, I could taste a hint of her sweetness, so perfectly earthy and mouthwatering.

My own desire sat heavy in my lower stomach. With every stroke of my tongue against her pussy and swipe of my fist over my cock, it grew sharper and more impossible to ignore. My orgasm eager to make its presence known. Hastily, I dropped my cock and let it bounce between my thighs.

Focus on Caroline, I had to focus on her. My now empty hand ran up her thigh from her knee to the delicious part of her ass that curved the bottom of her cheek. Her smooth skin twitched under my touch, and I doubled my efforts between her legs, pressing my tongue against the outline of her clit and upping the pressure as much as I could in the position I was in.

Eating pussy from behind was so underrated.

“Fuck, Ryder,” Caroline moaned, and my cock kicked at the sound of my name. It was a wonder what this woman did to me.

“Tell me, beautiful. What do you need?”

She gasped and shifted, reaching down her body and motioning with her fingers between her legs. “Push them to the side. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

One final lick and I leaned back to look down at the perfect image of her bent over, ass in the air on my bed. “It is see-through,” I said casually, running my finger along the wet spot blooming where the white and blue met. Where I could see the outline of her cunt and the dark pink of her lips. “In case you were curious.”

“Your hypothesis was right. I’m soimpressed.” The last word died on a moan as I did as she asked, pushing the bikini to the side and exposing her dripping cunt. I tugged the fabric farther to the side and ran my index and middle fingers along her swollen lips.

She bucked into my hand, and I spread her apart. “Your pussy is winking at me, searching for something to clamp down on. What do you want first, pretty girl? My fingers, my tongue, or my cock?”

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