Page 91 of Something to Someone

He licked up and down, wetting it to allow his hand to make easy languid passes, and then suctioned his mouth around the tip.

“Yes, just like that,” I muttered. Dragging my nails through his hair, I gripped it at the root, but didn’t direct his movements. I just wanted to touch him.

What started out slow didn’t stay that way long. His hand and mouth worked in tandem as he sucked up and down. He twisted his wrist and bobbed along the length. He looked so good in the low light of the room. All his lean, toned muscles in his arms tensing as he worked, I could watch him all day. Especially as he stared up at me like he wanted me to see what a good job he was doing and how perfect he looked.

“You’re doing so good. That’s exactly how a good boy sucks cock.”

My praise was met by redoubled efforts. He sucked and pulled, and the movement of the toy was so merciless against my clit I swore I was going to come.

He let go with a pop, still pumping his hand. “Fuck my mouth,” he said quickly, a string of spit connecting from the tip to his bottom lip. “I’ll tap your leg if I need you to stop.”

In the back of my mind, I could feel the slight nervousness clouding the moment. I tightened my hold of his hair and gripped the base of the toy. Having never done this before, it was like he knew I needed the encouragement.

“Please,” he muttered as I tipped his head back. That one word was enough. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, a willing and dirty offering. He dropped his hands to his thighs and let me guide the cock back into his mouth.

He closed his lips around the toy when I let go, adding my other hand to his hair. My first thrust was awkward and clumsy. As were the few after that. But Ryder held my gaze the entire time, taking whatever I was giving him and doing it so well.

Finally, I found my rhythm, and triumph sparkled in his eyes when he realized I had. My thrusts went from shallow and uneven to deep and confident. When I tapped the back of his throat, I pulled back just a little. But then I did it again and again with no reaction from Ryder.

“No gag reflex?” I asked, and the shake of his head was barely noticeable between my thrusts. “Wow, such a good slut.”

His eyes fluttered at the praise, and I looked around us to see his cock bobbing angrily between his legs. The tip was shiny with pre-cum that had dripped down onto the rug beneath him, and it looked like it was begging to be touched.

“Are you ready, Trouble?”

I stepped back, and Ryder nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood, and I couldn’t not kiss him. I reached for him and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging him closer and fitting my mouth over his.

A tangle of limbs, we unceremoniously tumbled onto the bed. He wrapped a hand in my hair, and I scraped my nails down his back. I nipped his lower lip as I rolled on top of him.

I leaned to the side and grabbed the lube and remote from the pocket of my robe and kicked it off the bed. Ryder watched me set them down next to us while he reached around and unfastened my bra with practiced ease.

“And it vibrates?” he asked, and I nodded. “Fuck, yes. I knew it.” He tapped the outside of my thighs, and we shifted until his legs were spread and I was poised between them.

With his heels pressed into the sheets, he bent his legs and readjusted until he was open for me. I smoothed my palms down the inside of his thighs until I reached his cock which I encircled in my palm. He grunted and shunted his hips. My other hand struck out and pushed his hips back down onto the bed.

“Fuck, Caroline,” he groaned. My hand slipped easily over his soft, taut skin as his hands grabbed the blankets at his sides. I squeezed the tip and watched a drop of pre-cum bead at the top. Leaning forward, I was about to lick it up when Ryder stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“If you put your mouth on me, I’m going to shoot down your throat in two seconds.” I froze and sat back up. “I can’t wait any longer. Just get inside me.”

My hand drifted lower, and my fingers brushed against his ass. Circling the hole, I reached for the lube with my free hand as Ryder moaned.

“Please,” he begged, and it sounded so pretty coming from his swollen lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Before I’d finished speaking, he was fervently shaking his head.

“You’re not going to hurt me, baby. But even if you did, I wouldn’t mind. Pain isn’t so bad when it’s from your hand.”

His words hit me directly in the center of my chest. They were heavy, whether he meant them to be or not. I assumed he hadn’t meant anything so serious with the way he still writhed beneath me. But I had caused him pain when I’d almost walked away afew months ago and left him in limbo for days. Even if it was always meant to be temporary.

If I hadn’t made the right decision—theonlydecision—and come back to him, I would have been responsible for even more pain.

Inflicting pain with the purpose of eventually creating pleasure was the only way I ever wanted him to experience it again.

I flipped open the cap of the lube bottle and dripped just enough along the top of the toy. I spread it over the tip and around to the underside, making sure every inch was covered.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Ryder muttered as he watched me prep the toy from beneath hooded eyes. I loved the way he looked at me. Like I was all his fantasies come to life like he’d once told me. And I knew my expression mirrored his.

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