Page 90 of Something to Someone

“Do you remember your safe word?”

He blinked twice and slowly nodded his head. “Yes, am I going to need it?”

Fisting his hair in one hand and wrapping the other loosely around his throat, I tsked at him. His eyes widened, and I felt him swallow beneath my palm.

“You said you were going to be good, but questioning me about your safe word isn’t the best start, Trouble.”

“You’re right,” he said, licking his lips. “My safe word is lilac.” He said the word slowly:lilac.Emphasizing both syllables and letting it roll off his perfect tongue.

He almost looked disappointed when I let go of his hair and his throat, but when I reached for the hem of his shirt, that disappointment disappeared. He raised his arms, and I tugged it off over his head, tossing it on the floor at the end of the bed. I didn’t hesitate to run my hands over his broad chest and the smattering of dark hair in the center.

He groaned, and I glanced down to finds his hands balled into fists against his knees.

“You want to touch me so bad, don’t you?” I taunted. I ran my fingers down his toned arms and scraped my nails against the tops of each of his hands. A low growl rumbled up his chest, and I smirked at his quiet but definitive confirmation. And all at once I wanted that, too. Teasing him was fun, but I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted to feel that pent up need, and I wanted him to let it out on me. “Then do it.”

The second I uttered the last word, Ryder was up, cupping my face and guiding me in a brutal, hungry kiss. He ran one hand down my back and hauled me closer. The vibrator squeezed between us, he rocked his hips against it, rubbing the underside of his cock, still confined in his pants.

The thinner stretch of material that connected one side of the vibrator to the other was perfectly placed against my slit and rubbed against my clit. Powerful waves of pleasure came with every sweep of his tongue, every swipe of the toy against my sex, and every needy touch of his hands. But it wasn’t just pleasure that I felt. It was desire, hunger,love.

“You picked a pretty toy,” he muttered against my lips, reaching between us to palm the toy in his large palm. “Is it one of those fancy double-sided ones?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “A little bit of something for both of us.”

He smiled and stepped back only far enough that we could both clearly see what he was doing—pumping that pretty silicone shaft like he was impatient for it to be inside him. “You’re so perfect,” he said with enough reverence that I had to look back up. His hand didn’t stop moving, but his eyes were steadfast on mine.

In them, I saw every second of our future together. And it made me want him so much more.

“The only problem with this is that I can’t taste your cunt. Are you dripping around the toy? Making a huge mess?”

I nodded as he kissed me. Reaching forward, I dragged my nails over the fabric covering his thick length and was rewarded with a hearty groan.

“You may not be able to taste me,” I said. “But you can suck my cock.”

THIRTY-NINE

AND IT VIBRATES?!

Caroline

A glorious,elated smile tilted his lips, and he prepared to kneel. But I stopped him with a firm hand on his dick. “Let’s take these off first.” I slipped his belt off and popped open the button.

Apparently, I was going to slow for his taste, because he unzipped and kicked his pants—followed by his briefs—to the side in less than a second.

“Such an eager boy,” I purred. Closing the space between us, my silicone toy and his warm, erect cock pressed together as I attempted to pump us in unison. My thumb brushed over his tip, and he bucked against my hold.

He was so hard I swore I could feel the blood pounding through the thick veins running up and down his length and the pressure building in his balls. I wasn’t the only one who was wet. He was leaking everywhere, and I collected what I could on my thumb, lifting it to my mouth and swiping it against my tongue. I loved the salty, tangy taste of him.

He tracked the motion with his jaw slack and a fire in his eyes.

“I need to see how hard you are and what a big mess you make as you suck your new toy. Now, be a good boy, and get on your knees.”

Without fanfare or hesitation, he dropped on one knee then the other. He looked up at me through thick, dark lashes with his hands resting on his knees, waiting for instruction. I carefully let my robe fall down my arms and tossed it on the bed.

“Do your worst,” I said. “Show me what you can do.”

His smile was devious and full of promise.

He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the base of the shaft, directing the tip toward his mouth and licking up the underside. No, of course, I really couldn’tfeelthe heat or wetness of his tongue or hand, but what Icouldfeel was every slight tug and pressure throughout the rest of the toy. It massaged against my clit and rubbed my g-spot. And the sight itself, of Ryder enjoying slipping his tongue and his mouth over the toy I’d fuck him with later, was so fucking erotic.

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