by Roya Carmen
Her whole face lights up as she bolts from the seat. “Let’s do this,” she cheers as she steps out of the car then settles herself into the driver’s seat. “Go get the keys.”
I dash into the house to fetch my keys. I’m back in a flash, and when I sit in the passenger seat, I slap on my seat belt. I know we’re not going far, but it offers extra security. I press the button to open the garage door, and her face is even more perfect in the bright light of the spring sun. She smiles at me as she pushes the key into the ignition, and when the engine roars, my heart roars as well. It’s not unlike tobogganing down a steep snow-covered hill or taking off on a roller coaster. As I keep my gaze fixed on her, my heart recovers a steady rhythm.
She backs out of the garage with a smirk. “This thing is so huge. I love it. This is fun.”
I smile. I’m having fun too. It’s just a short drive down my winding driveway, but it feels amazing. The sun on my face, her beautiful smile. This is perfect, and I don’t want to let that feeling go. When she reaches the end of the driveway, I have no desire to turn back.
She stops at the edge of the main road, concern written all over her lovely features. “You want me to turn around and go back? How’re you holding up?”
I smile at her. “Amazing. Go farther. Let’s drive to your place.”
Her grin practically reaches her ears. She checks both sides of the road and zooms off toward the gorgeous estate I’ve only seen from afar. I’ve admired it from my windows so often – the beautiful rolling hills and horses, which are only specks from my home. I become especially curious whenever there is any action: people riding, walking the trails, a party at the main estate, or small tractor puttering about. There is life on that farm. There are people living. And I live vicariously through them.
I keep my eyes on Ruby as we drive onto her property. As the estate nears and becomes larger, I can see just how amazing it is; the traditional classic Victorian architecture is quite inviting. “Gorgeous place.”
She smiles. “Yes, not too shabby, right? Even in the dead of winter, it’s beautiful.”
The structures of the stables and main house are separated by tree-lined roads. The whole property is magnificent and a lot larger than mine. We drive along the winding roads to the two barns, one of which is quite extensive and modern.
“My brother, Flynn, lives up on top of the barn,” she says. “He’s pretty much in charge of all the horses and the barns. He loves animals. I think he has about eight or nine cats.”
I laugh at the picture she’s forming in my head. Her brother sounds quite eccentric.
“They’re all barn cats,” she clarifies. “My sister, Amber, is in charge of the inn, and she has a cat too. Her name is Ginger.”
I enjoy listening to Ruby. Her voice soothes me, and her story entertains. My heart rate has evened out, and I feel… almost normal. Just a man enjoying a nice winter drive with a beautiful woman.
“But I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she goes on. “Ginger loves me more than her. She’s always hanging out in my room. We’re besties.”
I smile. Yes, how could Ginger not love her? As far as I know, it’s all but impossible to not love Ruby Riverstone, to not fall under her spell.
“Or maybe Ginger’s just hiding out in my room to get away from Hershey,” she says as she turns back toward the house. “He’s Aiden’s dog. Aiden is my sister’s fiancé, and he lives with us. He did some work on your house.”
I remember Aiden Rogers well. “Yes, he was amazing. I was very happy with his work. Nice young guy.”
She laughs loudly as she heads off the property. “He’s, like, only two or three years younger than you. Why do you always act so old and stodgy? I swear, sometimes you act like you’re sixty.”
I laugh because it’s true. I suppose it’s my strict proper upbringing, my lack of adventure, my pragmatic nature. I like order, predictability, proper decorum, and beautiful things. I am my father’s son in many ways, I suppose. “That’s why I need someone like you in my life,” I jest. “To keep me young and down to earth.”
“Glad to do it,” she teases. She stops at the end of Riverstone Estate’s long driveway. We’re facing the main road again. “Do you want to keep going? Would you like to go to town or head back home?”
I think about it for a second, my heart still beating a little too fast. I want to make her happy. I want to make her proud. “I wouldn’t mind a little drive into town.”
She smiles as we turn toward the nearest town. As we drive, I take in the wide open skies, the fields covered in snow, the farms I haven’t seen in ages. I feel giddy driving into town and seeing all the familiar hot spots I saw just once or twice when I first moved here, before my past caught up with me and I started going insane. I bought my home with this town in mind; it had seemed like a friendly, quaint place I could set roots in, perhaps make a few friends.
When we get back to the house, I’m filled with energy I haven’t felt in years, and it’s all thanks to Ruby. As she cautiously drives the Escalade into the garage and turns off the engine, I study her again. No one in these past few years has tried to help me. There’s my family and Millie, who just seem to feel sorry for me. There’s Anita, who couldn’t care less as long as my dick is still functional. And there’s Dr. Murphy, who is paid to help but often seems to find my case hopeless as she keeps pushing drugs on me. And now there is Ruby, who is doing this out of the goodness of her heart. Her methods are quite unconventional, but they seem to be working. And I don’t want to let her go.
“I should have never let you go,” I blurt, filled with passion. I realize just how badly I need her… on so many levels. “You need to stay.”
She jerks back without a word.
“If you still want it… the job is still yours,” I tell her. “I don’t want you to go.”
A smile traces her lips. “I would like that. There’s a lot more work to be done.”
I know where she’s going, and I unclick my seat belt, ready to ravage her. “Did I do well? I think I deserve a reward of some kind.”
She licks her bottom lip as she takes off her seat belt. “Yes, Mr. Hyde, you’ve done very well. I think you deserve a reward.”
My cock hardens in an instant, and I need her now. “I want you to settle that lovely little rear of yours in the backseat, Miss Riverstone.”
With a soft smile and not a single word, she heads to the back of the car. I join her and pin her with my gaze for a long while, working out my next move. Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes dark. She is thoroughly aroused.
I finally manage a few words. “What would you like me to do to you, Miss Riverstone?”
She closes her eyes and leans back against the backseat, her lovely long neck fully exposed. She props a leg on the seat in front of her, her heeled Louboutin on full display. She props up her rear and pulls her skirt up over her hips, revealing her delicate lace panties. God, she’s sexy.
Breathlessly, she says, “I want… you to… I… want you to… lick my pussy, Mr. Hyde.”
I bite my lip, wanting to absolutely ravish her. I have touched, but I have never tasted. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into her, but I want to take it nice and slow, deliberately bringing her to the edge softly and making her crazy with ecstasy. As I take her in – dark eyes; breathless, parted lips; flushed skin – I know she’s already fully aroused. I ache to feel her wetness between my fingers and against my tongue.
But that will just have to wait because a little teasing is definitely on the menu first.
Ruby
I just uttered the words, “Lick my pussy, Mr. Hyde,” and all he can do is stare at me. He looks as though he wants to eat me alive in a single bite. And that’s exactly want I want him to do. I can’t believe I just pulled up my skirt and asked my boss to eat me out. I’m so turned on he can probably smell it. I wonder if he really wants to taste me. I shouldn’t have asked so blatantly. As amazing as staring into his striking eyes is, sheltered in t
he intimate space of his car, I just want his mouth on me.
Suddenly, I desperately want to go back in time… to about five seconds ago, before I opened my mouth. My ass is cold as fuck, but my face is hot. I feel a flush creep up along my cheeks. Even my ears are on fire. My chest caves in as my hands grasp at the leather seat. I want to cry. I’ve been so unprofessional. He probably thinks I’m a classless little tramp.
A slow, playful smile finally curves his lips. I cling to it. Maybe he doesn’t think I’m a little whore after all. Maybe he really does want me.
Yes… here we go… I reach for his soft sweater.
His breath is hot on my cheek when he says quietly, “Why, Miss Riverstone, you’re rather demanding today… I like it.”
I blow out a breath of relief, and arousal fills me again. I pull him to me, pressing him between my legs. He moans as I rub my sex against him. The heady mix of his exotic, woodsy scent mixed with my own smell is absolutely intoxicating. It makes me want to strip down and get absolutely filthy.
He brushes his lips leisurely past mine, and my tongue darts out, trying to catch his, wanting to taste his mouth again. But he won’t have it. He slowly travels along the edge of my jaw, and when he reaches the side of my neck and kisses me softly, my whole core is as heavy as lead. My lower belly is full and hot as my sex aches to be touched, to be licked… anything. All my worries are gone… all I care about is being with him. I dig into his shirt and press my hand against his stomach, frantically reaching for the warmth of his skin, but I don’t linger there long. I want to feel him hard for me.
When I stroke him over the thick cotton of his pants, he groans softly. He’s so hard for me, and I love it. I love every inch of it. Feeling him like this, knowing that I’m doing this to him, is such a turn-on. I want more. In a frantic scuffle, I tear open his fly as he pulls at my blouse.
“You’re… driving me wild, Ruby,” he mutters, his ragged words lost against my skin.
We’re a wild mess of jumbled limbs with too much clothing on. He sinks his hands into my blouse, reaches for my demi cup, and gently frees my breast. I arch my back, wanting him to take my breast in his mouth. When he does, I close my eyes and savour the feel of his hot tongue licking my nipple. He sucks it gently, pulling it farther into his greedy mouth. I slither my hand into his tight boxers and finally grab a hold of him. He groans against my breast, the vibration sending shivers through me. I stroke the long length of him, wanting him inside me. I wonder if he has a condom. I know I certainly don’t. Damn, I want to fuck him so badly. But we can’t. We’re not there yet. Sex is my last bargaining chip. Fucking is the ace up my sleeve.
His mouth travels to my stomach. I’m not cold anymore – I’m on fire. He pulls down the band of my skirt and swirls his tongue around my navel, drawing slow circles. Each one makes me hotter, makes me want him more. I just want him to go down to my sweet spot, but he teases still.
I can’t take it anymore. “Please, August. No more playing.”
His laughter vibrates against my stomach. “Why, we’re not only demanding but also quite impatient today, Miss Riverstone.”
I grin. His playfulness is kind of fun, but seriously, I feel I may literally die if this exasperating, devastatingly beautiful man doesn’t bring me to climax soon. His mouth travels the length of my hips, over my bunched up skirt – a leisurely Sunday stroll. He bites teasingly at the lace of my undies when he reaches them. When his mouth finally makes contact with my sex, I moan. I’m wonder if I’m being too loud. I wonder is Millie could pop in accidentally. I decide I don’t care. All I care about is how amazing this feels.
“You smell delicious,” he whispers. “I want to eat you right now…”
“Y-yes…” I croak.
His open mouth presses firmly between my legs, then he blows a hot breath, and it feels like heaven. “But… I need to work up an appetite first.” He cruelly pulls away, leaving me exposed to the cold again.
Such an evil, infuriating man. “August…” I plead, catching a glimpse of his expression – roguish, playful, and so, so sexy. “Aren’t you hungry enough already?”
“Oh, I am,” he tells me with an impish smirk. “But I want to be absolutely starving when I finally get to have a taste.” He grabs my tall heel and holds my foot firmly. “Everything is so much more delicious that way, especially your sweet, wet pussy.”
I throw my head back. Damn, this man is dirty… I can feel it in every inch of his being, his intense gaze, and his playful grin. He’s full of sinful thoughts.
He slides his finger against the back of my stiletto heel. “I love these shoes. They’re so sexy on you. Promise me you’ll never take them off.”
I smile. “I promise.” I’ll keep them on when I sleep, when I eat, when I make love, when I swim, when I ride, when I bake muffins with Amber. I’ll keep them on forever if it means he will finally make me come.
He presses his tongue against my ankle and slowly makes his way along the length of my leg. I watch him, filled with anticipation. He travels slowly up and over my knee before biting it playfully. Damn, this man is good. Where did he learn all this? His hand still has a firm grasp of my thigh as he makes his way to my sex again. As he nears, I swallow hard. But he pulls away again. I’m just about to scream when he pulls at my panties.
Finally… I hike up my rear and frantically help him peel them off. His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he slides them slowly down my legs and over my ankles. He loses his momentum when they tangle around my heels and slow him down, but he shoots me a soft smile.
“I want to see you,” he says so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“I’m right here,” I say softly.
He presses his hands against my knees. “I want to see you.”
Vulnerability. Fear. Intense arousal. I’m filled with a mix of emotions as he spreads my legs wide. He does so slowly, as if he’s asking permission. His hungry gaze is fixed between my legs. He hasn’t entered me yet, but I’ve fully given myself to him. I’ve been with my share of others, but no other man has ever looked at me this way, has ever made me feel so vulnerable. My heart is pounding, my pussy is throbbing, fully exposed. Will he like the way I look? My swollen slick folds, completely bare for him to see. He has felt me before, has trailed his fingers along my wet lips, but now… he gets a full view. Will he still want to have a taste?
His soft smile has completely faded. His eyes are dark as he studies me and licks his bottom lip playfully. With every second, I lose breath and my heart pulses harder. The small dark space gets smaller, darker.
Finally, his tone measured and deep, with the slightest hint of a growl, he says, “You look delicious… just as I imagined.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize that, yes, he is planning to taste me. The man just enjoys taking his sweet time. I feel absolutely filthy, spread wide before him.
“You’ve been very patient, Miss Riverstone, and I think you deserve to be pleasured. But…”
But what?!
He brings a finger to his playful grin. Apparently, we’re still playing. “I just need to figure out how I want you… I do love that delicious little ass. I might want to have a taste of that too.”
My breath hitches. I wonder what kinds of filthy things he has in store for me. The truth is that I’m up for anything.
He grabs the underside of my knee and hikes my leg up, pulling me to him. “Like this. I’ll think I’ll have you like this… for now.”
I close my eyes. This is it. Finally…
He presses his hot mouth against my ankle and bites softly. A soft moan escapes my mouth and bounces off the car roof. He sinks his head lower as he slides his mouth up my thigh.
And then it happens. The moment I’ve been dying for. His warm, wet mouth presses against my sex, and his tongue trails deliciously between my lips. My brain is fuzzy, empty save for a single thought. I’m going to melt into this leather seat.
He pulls away for second, and I grab onto his hea
d. “No more games.”
He smiles – a delicious grin. “No more games.”
He presses a long finger against my warmth and parts my lips softly. He moans as he tastes me again. His tongue is unhurried as it sweeps along my sex and around my clit. I rock my hips hard against his mouth, striving for that sweet release. This is by far the best oral I’ve ever had, and I’m greedy. I don’t even try to slow down and savour it. I just want to come against his mouth. I throw my head back, and when the waves of pleasure hit, my whimpers are laboured, pleading, and soft.
His mouth lingers until I’ve completely come down. I open my eyes and look at him.
He smiles playfully. “I love hearing you climax. You’re such a naughty girl, but when you come, the sweetest, softest sounds escape your mouth. It’s so damn sexy. I loved doing that to you.”
Me… a naughty girl? I smile as I reach for my skirt, suddenly shy. I feel a blush trace my cheeks as I struggle to work the silky fabric down and around my legs. His gaze lingers on me. He’s thoroughly amused by my awkward post-oral display.
I shoot him a flirtatious smile. I’m nowhere done with him. I sneak my finger under his shirt and drag it along his stomach, all the way down to the band of his pants. “So… speaking of naughty girls…”
He smiles, and I pull him to me. When he reaches to kiss me, I press a finger against his mouth. I can smell myself on his mouth, and it arouses me again.
“I want you to sit back and relax,” I say. “It’s your turn, Mr. Hyde.”
His grin stretches to his ears. He doesn’t waste a second before lying back. I swivel around him and get on my knees. The space is tight, but I make it work.
“Ruby…” he groans and throws his head back.
His fly is already open, and he’s hard. I take him in my hand and stroke him softly. I’ve dated a lot, but I haven’t done this often. I’ve only done it twice – long-term boyfriends – and it’s been a little while since I broke up with Jimmy. I hope I remember how this is done.