SwitchMeUp

by Cristal Ryder

  Switch Me Up

  Cristal Ryder

  Steve wasn’t sure how finding a match on a dating site could have gone so wrong—or was it so right? Younger than him by ten years, Clare exudes confidence, sexuality and an erotic allure that leaves no room for misinterpretation. She wants him. And he wants nothing more than to bury himself in her heat. But Clare comes with some baggage. Literally. Once his predatory minx breaks open the suitcase and the toys come out, Steve knows he’s in for the wildest ride of his life.

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  Switch Me Up

  ISBN 9781419938740

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  Switch Me Up Copyright © 2012 Cristal Ryder

  Edited by Grace Bradley

  Cover design by Syneca

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  Electronic book publication March 2012

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  SWITCH ME UP

  Cristal Ryder

  Acknowledgement

  This book was inspired by a very special friend. I can’t reveal my source or the exact experiences, but I’m glad to be able to share a variation of them with you. A very special thank you to my wonderful CP Anya, and to Grace, for having faith in me again.

  Chapter One

  She wasn’t his type, too young. He sensed a wildness about her he wasn’t sure he was ready for. On the surface she was fine and demure, maybe a little high-strung, yet there was an underlying erotic excitement that turned him on. He was intrigued and drawn to her despite her age. He wanted to know more about this chick’s wild side.

  It wasn’t tangible, yet the aura hung around her like a siren’s song. She definitely didn’t look the vixen part. More like the girl next door, brown eyed, tanned, nicely rounded. Just the kind of girl you’d bring home to mama. But the way she lounged on the couch and the air she gave off, he knew she definitely wasn’t mama material.

  Clare glanced up at him with a sultry smile when he handed her the glass of scotch. She hesitated long enough for her fingers to graze his. His dick answered with a twitch. God, he was getting hornier every second.

  John’s prediction echoed in his brain. She wants to fuck you, buddy. Maybe he was right. She was always touching him and sat close in the restaurant during dinner, brushing her thigh against his. Of course he didn’t move his leg away. He was curious to see how far she was willing to go.

  She leapt at the offer of drinks at his house and Steve was pretty sure he could get laid tonight without much effort. He smiled at her and turned around to poke the fire. Images of them screwing on the couch ran through his mind. He was ready.

  She’d been sending huge fuck-me vibes all evening and he’d received them loud and clear. His antenna wasn’t that rusty. Part of him was leery heading down that path, and it warred with the other part who wanted to get her in the sack asap. It’d been way too long since he last had sex. He’d almost learned to live without it. After his volatile divorce years ago he avoided emotional entanglement at all cost. It wasn’t easy to find a sex partner without them wanting more. So he’d had a couple one-night stands, done without or jacked off when he needed to.

  John had prodded him to go on the dating site, and to shut him up he did. Where he met Clare. He’d restricted his preferences, not wanting to attract a freak show, but something told him the settings might have gone askew. She was just a little too wild for what he indicated would be his perfect match. Their two coffee dates had been tame enough so he’d ventured to dinner. It was as if a different woman sat in front of him. Clare’s deep, sultry looks, the way she wet her lips and her body language screamed sex. He was a little surprised at her blatant behavior tonight. A total opposite to the woman he’d had coffee with and her almost demure profile on the dating site. But he wasn’t about to blow an opportunity for sex. After all, didn’t things happen for a reason? Now here he was with this siren vixen and a hard dick.

  Satisfied the fire was burning at its optimum, Steve sat on the other end of the couch. He hooked his ankle over the opposite knee, trying to conceal his building erection, and succeeded in creating greater pressure on his already tight groin.

  They talked about nothing in particular. The age of the house, why he lived in the country, what she did. General small talk without delving too deep into each other’s lives. She gazed around the room. He knew she was allowing him the opportunity to give her the once-over. Yet the whole time he got the distinct impression she was laying a net for him, a trap. One he thought he just might want to get caught in.

  He liked how she fit in the corner of the couch. One elbow rested on the arm of the sofa and the other in her lap, holding her drink. Her top hugged her torso and the tops of her tits swelled above the low neckline. Steve gazed at her large breasts like a ravenous babe and imagined the nipples, big and perfect for sucking on. He nearly groaned out loud and took a drink instead.

  She glanced at him.

  “This is nice. So very relaxing, I could stay forever.”

  That statement didn’t require any comment in his opinion, so he didn’t reply, but thought she just might get her wish. For tonight anyway. Definitely not forever.

  He finished his drink faster than he should have. Her glass was empty too. She stood and took his from his hand.

  “Mind if I get us another drink?” She walked away without waiting for his answer. “You stay put, I’ll be right back.”

  He watched her leave, giving himself the opportunity to check her out from behind. Her heart-shaped ass, clad in black pants, swayed seductively and sure as shit his dick liked what he was looking at. She disappeared around the wall into the kitchen. He breathed out a frustrated sigh and relaxed into the couch.

  Clare came back with full glasses, put them on the table and curled up in the corner of the couch again. Steve watched her watch the fire. No, being dark-haired and short, she wasn’t really his type. He much preferred blondes and redheads who were taller so he didn’t have to bend so much. Being over six feet posed challenges. Lots of guys liked them small and tiny, little spinners. Not him. He liked them tall with long legs.

  “Do you go online often looking for dates?”

  The question startled him. “No, I don’t.”

  “Oh, so I’m your first?”

  Shit, that made him sound like a virgin or
something. “I guess if you want to call it that. Do you?”

  She shrugged and slid a little closer to him on the couch. “Are you divorced?”

  “Yes.” Steve’s every nerve jumped to high alert and he realized she avoided answering his question.

  “How long?” She wiggled her hips and inched closer still. She’d be sitting in his lap before long.

  Why did she want to know all this?

  “About twelve years.”

  She giggled with that bit of news and leaned over to touch his arm. What’s so funny about that?

  He realized she was touching him again. Girls do that when they want to fuck you. John’s words came back yet again.

  “Then I guess you don’t have sex much.”

  He nearly spit out his drink. “Excuse me?”

  “Sex. If you don’t go online much or date and have been divorced for twelve years, you mustn’t have much sex.”

  Steve watched her thigh, a mere inch from his, and chose to not answer, because she was right. He wasn’t hounding all the time but he wasn’t a monk either. He’d had his share but didn’t specifically go out looking for it like some guys. He sucked back his drink and lifted his arm to check his watch.

  She rose from the couch all fluid grace and leaned over just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her generous cleavage. Drawn like a magnet, he shifted so he could see her tits better, arm still raised. Then he jumped when her fingers dropped onto his thigh, a fraction away from his already hard cock, and trailed a blistering path to his knee. If he didn’t know better he could have sworn she’d just run a hot torch over his bare flesh. She exuded sexuality so raw and powerful it left him paralyzed and he sat with his arm stuck out like an idiot. So much for checking the time.

  “I’ll be right back.” She dipped quickly, pressed her parted lips to his and stood before he had a chance to react.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To get my bag.”

  “Your bag? Why?”

  “Weren’t you going to ask me to stay over?” She winked at him. “It’s in my car.”

  He was going to ask her to stay over? Steve thought about it quickly. Yes, he supposed he was getting to that. But how the hell did she know?

  She has a fucking bag with her.

  Clare flounced to the door and outside. He followed her and peered into the dark country night that closed around her so completely. What the fuck was she up to? He cleared his throat and adjusted the front of his pants.

  A thud of a car door reached him through the blackness. She emerged from the dark rolling a suitcase over the gravel and up the front walkway.

  A suitcase! For one night? He was shocked as shit by her audacity and secretly pleased by it too. But a suitcase? That really took the cake.

  What the hell could be in that monster-size bag? She did seem a little high maintenance but a suitcase the size of a condo went a little overboard. A thought ran through his mind and he chilled. Surely she wasn’t planning on staying longer than tonight. He glanced at the offending bag. What had he gotten himself into?

  “I guess this means you’re staying the night then.” He paused and looked at her, realizing how stupid the words sounded since it had already been decided.

  Clare propped her suitcase beside the door and turned to face him, leaning against the wall.

  “I thought you’d never ask.” She reached out. Steve hoped she was going for the gold and held his breath, waiting for her fingers to grab his balls. But she didn’t. Clare hooked her fingertips between the buttons on his shirt and gave a little tug. Not hard enough to pull him off-balance but enough to use as leverage to draw next to him.

  Steve slipped his arms around her waist and held her. He wanted to feel the press of her breasts against his chest. She tipped her head to him, her lips moist and shiny. The color of her eyes was dark and fathomless. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking and he really didn’t care right about now. Steve was fairly confident what her intentions were and unless he picked up on any alarming signals, he was ready to see what she had on her mind.

  “It’s chilly outside.” Clare shivered and led him to the other room, hauling her suitcase with her free hand. “Let’s warm up by the fire.”

  Steve felt the switch. With seamless ease Clare shifted the night to exactly what she wanted. Her suitcase stood like an ominous monolith in the room. He glanced at it. Even though it was just to her waist, it gave him the impression of looming over him. The pockets and zippers on the side looked like a mysterious face guarding all the secrets it held inside.

  He tried not to worry about the suitcase yet had a difficult time putting it out of his mind. Steve began to obsess but didn’t want to let on to Clare. Then he remembered the cleaning lady had just been, meaning the bathrooms were presentable and the sheets should have been changed. He’d better check and make sure it was acceptable for what he knew was coming later.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “Sure, hon.” She squeezed his forearm before moving to the couch again.

  Touch. She was a touchy-feely thing.

  Chapter Two

  He left her in the living room. Upstairs he tossed some clothes lying around his bedroom into the hamper, smoothed the bed that didn’t need fixing and turned on the bedside lamp.

  He was about to have sex with a complete stranger.

  Something so totally out of character for him it made him nervous. He might be apprehensive but he sure wasn’t dead and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by. His heart started to race and his cock hardened. Sex. Tonight he was going to bang a woman ten years his junior. What did that make him?

  A lucky fucking dog, that’s what. He smiled at his wit.

  Once he was satisfied with the room Steve went back downstairs.

  He totally expected her to be sitting on the couch waiting for him with her drink in hand. He half hoped she’d be naked or something. Instead she sat in the shadows out of the glow of the fire. She had changed clothes. Steve adjusted his balls and stiffening dick in his jeans.

  What the fuck did she have on?

  She stood and stepped into the light cast by the fire and lamp in the far corner. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Now he knew one thing she had in the suitcase.

  “Do you like?” Clare smoothed her palms over her breasts, along her sides and ended her caress by placing her hands on her hips, tipping her shoulder forward with her hip cocked. Her voice, low and sultry, wrapped around him like hot honey.

  Steve nodded.

  “Speak, tell me you like it.”

  His eyebrows shot up and Clare reached out a hand sheathed in elbow-length leather opera gloves and touched his shoulder.

  “I like it,” he replied quickly.

  Clare’s husky laugh didn’t seem to fit her tiny form. She circled and paused behind him, running her finger across his back from shoulder to shoulder before settling both palms on his hips. He craned his head to look at her and was distracted when her black, stocking-clad leg hooked around his knee. Steve’s hand dropped to her thigh and held her leg in place.

  “I’m glad you like it,” she whispered in his ear.

  He kept his gaze glued on her leg, rubbing his palm up her thigh to the scarlet top on the stockings and back down to her knee. It was a spectacular sight. He groaned when she thrust her hips against his ass and tightened her grip.

  “Are you hard for me?”

  Is she fucking kidding? “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

  “Oh what a delicious invitation.”

  Her gloved hands snaked over his hips and lower. He reached behind and managed to grasp her ass, not wanting to let her go. She teased him by trailing her fingertips along his flanks, circling his aching cock. God, how he wanted her to touch him.

  Then abruptly she pulled away, leaving him to recover with a slight stagger. Steve spun around and watched her walk to the foot of the couch. No matter which angle he viewed her from she was one hot bitch.

/>   Gone were her black pants from earlier, replaced with the scarlet-topped stockings and a pair of leather hot pants. He barely noticed she still had on the same top, he was so taken by her ass and legs.

  Clare turned, tipped her head sideways and winked at him. She crooked her finger in a “come here” motion and Steve didn’t keep her waiting. She gracefully lowered herself to the couch and lounged back with one leg bent at the knee and the other hanging over the side. God help him but he couldn’t resist looking at her leather-shrouded pussy.

  “What’s got your fancy, big boy?”

  Steve dragged his gaze from the tempting juncture of her thighs up her torso and over her tits to focus on her face. He noticed every minute detail about her. The way her tongue peeked out and touched her lower lip and how her dark hair fanned on the pillow. She walked her fingers down to the cushion beside her and patted it, shifting to make room for him. He swallowed and sat between her stocking-clad thighs. Heaven.

  “I like your house.”

  He blinked and looked at her. She liked his house? That was the last thing he expected her to say. He’d been plotting how to get her in bed while enjoying the view of her tempting body. He wanted to get all caveman, throw her over his shoulders and haul ass up to the bed. Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when her hand dropped on his thigh and massaged him.

  She was touching him again.

  “Thanks for asking me to stay.”

  He didn’t think he had, really, she’d assumed, he didn’t deny…ah shit, who was he kidding? Of course he’d asked her to stay, hoping they’d end up in bed together.

  “No problem.”

  Her hand crept higher. And his dick got harder.

  Jesus.

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Steve worked hard to keep it cool at that little bit of news. Looked as if he was going to get some tonight. Yet, how could this twenty-something-year-old woman make him feel like a virgin teenager? He had to get it together and quick. Looking at her reclined on the couch dressed in her sexy getup was a date-night highlight. So far.