"What do you want?" I asked. She moved closer to me in the water.
"I don't know. How about you?"
I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say so I told the truth. "I don't know either."
Ruby
The motorcycle ride back wasn't nearly as interesting or eventful, though my heart was pounding. I had asked Nate if we could go back to his place instead of him dropping me at mine. I couldn't face my crappy apartment or the texts from Jeff or, god forbid, Jeff himself. Of course I didn't want to sleep with Nate. I just wanted to spend some time with a friend. That was a perfectly normal thing to want.
We pulled up at a beautiful house on the edge of the city. It was incredible, the kind of place you see photographs of in magazines when they interview celebrities at their homes. It had a modern, yet rustic feel that made it totally unique. Nate parked the bike in his incredible garage, which was home to two other bikes and a red Ferrari.
"Like the car?" he asked, as we got off the bike, "First thing I bought when I hit lucky." I rolled my eyes.
"Boys and their toys, huh?"
He laughed and guided me inside the living room. When he flicked on the lights it was like entering a different world. Everything was so pristine and new. The small few pieces of furniture that I owned were all thrift store finds that Jeff had promised to restore. From the black leather sofa, monstrous television and huge crystal chandelier in Nate's living room, I could tell that he had spared no expense on his living space.
"This place is beautiful," I breathed. Nate flopped down on the couch and I took that as an invitation to do the same.
"It's OK. You get used to it after a while. But I'm glad you like it," he said, "Look, we're still kind of wet from the sea. Why don't we get cleaned up? I'll use the shower upstairs and you can shower downstairs. No funny business, OK?"
I nodded.
"No funny business, deal."
Nate was a perfect gentleman, bringing me towels and explaining how to use the shower while I tried not to make a big deal at how incredible his bathroom was. I had never seen so much white and turquoise marble in one room.
"So, you good to go?" he asked and I nodded eagerly.
"Yup, thanks."
He left me alone then and I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointment. Wasn't he supposed to be attracted to me? I thought he might make a bigger deal out of the showering alone thing. The biggest question of all was why on earth was I so unhappy.
I turned on the shower and stepped in, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on my body. Of course, he had fantastic water pressure too. His entire place was perfect.
Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. My body immediately shivered with anticipation. I pushed the shower curtain aside, not bothering to keep my body covered. I wanted him to see me.
"The upstairs shower is broken," he said, without missing a beat, "Would you mind if I joined you?"
"No, I don't mind," I said, before I had time to over think. Nate pulled off his shirt to reveal his defined chest and stomach muscles. His pants soon followed and he stepped in to the shower with me.
He pinned me against the wall and kissed me so hard that I could feel my knees going weak. I had forgotten how amazing it felt to have him kiss me. I hated myself for being so easily aroused by him, so I pushed him off of me.
"This is wrong. You know it is," I said. I looked at me so intently that my knees felt even weaker. They might give out from under me if he kept being that sexy and intense.
"I don't know anything. All I know is that I want you," he said. That was it. I couldn't resist any more. He took me back into his arms and kissed me some more. His mouth trailed kisses down the side of my neck and back to my lips so gently that I couldn't help but moan at every brief bit of contact. Nate was an incredible kisser.
He stopped kissing me all of a sudden and I saw him reach up for the shower head and slowly detach it.
"What's that for?" I asked. He shot me his trademark smirk.
"I just wanna try something."
Nate pushed my thighs apart so that my pussy was open and ready for him to play with. Without warning, he placed the shower head between my thighs so that the water was hitting against me. It felt amazing, the perfect pressure hitting against my most sensitive spots. I cried out at this new pleasure but Nate was soon kissing me again, causing my voice to be muffled. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm fast approaching.
"Cum for me baby," whispered Nate, "I want you to cum for me."
I did just that. A massive wave of pleasure overtook my body and I screamed at the sensation. It flowed through my body in waves and I stood there, shaking and moaning until it finally subsided. "Fuck," I said. Nate looked pleased with himself.
"Your turn."
I got on my knees and grabbed his hard cock in my hand. He had such a beautiful cock, I couldn't help but take it straight into my mouth. He moaned at the sensation, obviously appreciating my skilled mouth and tongue. I jacked him off as I sucked him, wanting to increase his pleasure.
Seemingly, this worked as he began to thrust harder and faster into my mouth.
"Wait," he said, "Wait, I don't want to cum yet. I'm gonna fuck you first."
I didn't argue.
To my surprise, Nate picked me up with great ease and pressed me against the cool marble of the shower wall. I squealed and wrapped my arms tight around his neck.
"Don't drop me!" I said. He chuckled and kissed my neck.
"I won't," he promised, "You can trust me."
I wanted to argue but his muscles were so big and developed that I had no doubt that they could withstand my small frame. I felt Nate's hard cock pressing against my entrance. To be so close without having it inside me was absolute torture. I couldn't wait.
He kissed me, hard on the lips and kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and pleading with him.
"Please fuck me," I begged, "Please."
Nate gave a smug smile, obviously enjoying my desperation. I thought he might draw out the teasing a little bit longer, just to torture me. He seemed to like it when I got flustered. However, Nate was merciful and pushed his shaft into me within a few second. I cried out the sensation. It was big and thick but I had forgotten just how in incredible it felt inside me. Before he even began to move I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock in pleasure.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist so that I could pull him in closer to me. Nate's eyes widened as I did this and his grip on me tightened.
"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered, as he began to move inside me. Words had escaped me. All I could do was cry out at the sensation of his cock moving inside me. He was gentle at first, keeping his movements slow and steady. Every time he moved he kissed me and I felt my body giving in to the pleasure.
"Harder," I urged him, whispering into his ear.
"Not yet," he said, laughing smugly. "Let's go to my room."
I groaned as Nate pulled out of me placed my back on my feet once again. He was doing this on purpose of course. Drawing out my desperate arousal so he could enjoy it for longer. I watched him get out of the shower and grab a towel. He dried himself off so casually, as if he didn't even notice his own raging erection. I had no idea how someone could be so in control of themselves. I sure wasn't.
Nate looked at me as I stayed where I was, dripping wet from the shower and shivering.
"Come here, Ruby," he said and I got hopeful. I thought he might give me the fucking that I needed right there on the bathroom floor, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed another fluffy towel and began to dry me off.
"We don't want you catching a cold now, do we?"
He rubbed the soft white towel all over my body, going especially slowly when he got to my breasts and my ass. I couldn't help but whimper at the teasing.
"You're so mean," I sighed and he laughed again. That was it. I had to show him that he couldn't play with me like this. I was a strong, independent woman. I needed to take control of t
he situation. I grabbed Nate's cock and began to stroke it before he knew what I was doing. His lips parted in surprise, and then in pleasure. His cock was still nice and wet from the shower and being inside me so my hand moved up and down easily. He leaned back against the bathroom sink as I played with him and swore under his breath.
"Fuck Ruby, you're good at that," he said. It was true, I always had been. Something about having a man's pulsing arousal in my hand, being in control of his pleasure had always turned me on. Now it was my turn to tease.
I pressed myself against him as I played with his cock, keeping my lips inches from his. My pace quickened and I could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his climax. He kept letting out deep, breathy moans that turned me on more than anything. But it wasn't time for that yet. In fact, I didn't plan for it to be that time for a long while.
Just as I could feel Nate reaching the point of no return I stopped and let go of his big hard cock. He groaned in frustration and a look of disbelief fell upon his handsome features. It was obvious from the look on his face that I was in trouble now.
"So you're being a tease now, huh?" he said. I nodded giddily, trying to stifle my giggles. It was nice to see that I'd had such a profound effect on such a powerful man. It made me feel like I was powerful too.
"Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
Before I could so much as nod, Nate had thrown me over his shoulder and walked out the door with me. I cried out at being so far from the ground but he ignored me and brought me upstairs, ignoring my playful kicking and screaming. He only let me go when we entered his bedroom and he threw me down on the bed.
I looked around me. The room was as magnificent as the rest of his house, though it was a little bit more cluttered and lived in looking. He had a four poster bed that matched the elegant monochrome color scheme and a bedside table overloaded with books, a few packs of cigarettes and some motorcycle magazines. I tried to ignore the tube of lipstick that I could see on the floor. One of Nate's other conquests must have left it there on her last visit. I hated myself for feeling so jealous. I looked up at Nate, who was standing above me with his hard cock in his hand.
"Your room is really nice," I said. Nate joined me on the bed and got on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.
"Your pussy is really nice," he said. Then he was inside me again and I couldn't say anything else.
He began to fuck me again, but this time he wasn't slow or gentle. He moved quickly and roughly, every thrust slamming deep inside me. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain was something that I had never experienced before, but I soon found that I greatly enjoyed it. He continued to fuck me, all the while kissing and biting my nipples in a way that drove me wild. Because he had me pinned down by my wrists all I could do was lay there and take it, though I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him.
It wasn't long before my arousal began to build again. With each thrust, another shock of pleasure was sent directly to my core. I knew I wouldn't last much long but I tried my best to prolong my pleasure for as long as I could.
"Cum for me baby," said Nate, seeing how hard I was biting down on my bottom lip, "I want to see you cum again."
I didn't have a choice. He gave another two thrusts and that was it. I couldn't hold on any longer. A wave of pleasure shot through my body as my every muscle seemed to convulse with bliss. I heard how loud my cries had gotten but I couldn't seem to silence them. I decided not to fight my arousal anymore and simply allowed the pleasure to settle after what seemed like an eternity.
Nate looked down at me with a smile on his face, obviously pleased to see me cum so hard once again. After pausing to watch me orgasm he resumed fucking me the way he had been doing. My pussy was now so sensitive that every movement seemed to be amplified, every little bit of pleasure seemed to be tripled.
Nate soon followed me to his climax. He gave a hard thrust before biting down hard on my nipple and filling me up with his warm seed. When he was finished he pulled out and lay down beside me, the two of us panting in silence for a long time.
Nate
It didn't take long for Ruby to freak out again. In fact, she didn't even let me have a power nap before she did. Fucking like that can take a lot out of you so I was already being tired when she suddenly started yelling.
"This is wrong," she said, sitting up and looking at me like I was a monster and not a guy who had just spent the last two hours pleasuring her, "Oh god, this is so wrong. We were supposed to be platonic."
I sighed, ready for the incoming freak out. I wondered if Ruby was also the kind of girl who eats a slice of cake and worries about it all day, or drinks a glass of wine on a weeknight and thinks she's an alcoholic. It was beginning to seem that way to me now.
"What's wrong, Ruby?" I said, trying to keep the boredom from my voice. This was getting tedious now. She looked at me like I was an idiot.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong!" she said, "We're related! This is not right. We're cousins!"
I rolled my eyes at her. She was still yapping on about that? Firstly, we weren't related by blood. We shared no common ancestors, no common siblings, and no common parents. Her mom and my step mom just happened to be sisters. Yeah, Sharon had always been the closest thing I had had to a mother growing up, but that was just what she was -the closest thing. Not a real mother. So we weren't related. It wasn't like we had even grown up together, given the fact that my step mother and her real mother couldn't be in a room together for more than ten minutes without a fight breaking out. We were about as related to each other as to most people we passed in the street. It was no big deal.
Trying to bring this across to Ruby was another issue altogether. She did not understand how I could be so not bothered by this non-issue when it troubled her so much.
"We're not cousins," I insisted. Ruby shook her head.
"We are. It's wrong. What would Auntie Sharon think is she knew you were fucking me? My mom would fucking freak out!" she said. I shrugged.
"Mom doesn't care who I fuck. I don't make a habit of talking to her about my partners. Maybe you should try keeping things to yourself a little more? I'm sure your mom doesn't want to hear about who you're fucking, related or not," I said, and Ruby turned a familiar shade of crimson. For some reason seeing her angry, especially given that she was naked on my bed, turned me on. I knew better than to say that to her though.
"I don't tell her about who I'm fucking. I'm just saying, I want to be with a guy I won't be embarrassed to be spotted with."
That one kind of hurt. Women had told me in the past that I wasn't the kind of guy they would introduce to their parents, and that was fair enough. Tattoos, motorcycles and a general distaste for monogamy were three things that most parents didn't seem to appreciate. But to actually be embarrassed by me was new. I was surprised at how angry it made me.
"You're embarrassed by me?" I said, raising one eyebrow and I could see that Ruby had realized how horrible that sounded. A look of guilt swept her delicate face.
"Oh Nate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's not you, you're great. Not my usual type," she said, glancing at my ink, "But definitely a good guy. I just don't want to explain to people that our mothers are sisters."
I didn't bother pointing out for what must have been the millionth time that Sharon was not my mother. It was pointless now.
"OK Stay here tonight and I'll bring you home in the morning. I'll sleep in the guest room." Ruby's face fell and I wasn't sure why. Wasn't this what she wanted? I didn't wait for her to argue. Instead I stood up and walked out of the room, heading down to my guest bedroom without looking back at her.
Ruby
I felt like an idiot. A complete buffoon.
Nate was handsome, smart and funny. It didn't hurt that he was wealthy either, though that wasn't a priority for me. He was an amazing lover and made me cum harder and more easily than any man had ever managed to do. He was a catch and I had just
ruined our relationship.
I lay in his bed in the dark for a long time, before realizing that there was no way I would fall asleep now. So I turned on his bedside lamp and had a peep at his books and magazines. He had good taste, clearly. There were a few classics as well as some modern novels that looked very high brow and literary to me. Mostly he seemed to like nonfiction and biographies of historical figures. I recognized some of them, but there were more that I did not.
I should have read to get my mind off of things but I couldn't will myself to begin. Instead I picked up the lipstick tube from the floor and inspected it, wondering about the woman who owned it.
It was a high end bullet for sure, with its smooth black packaging accented with gold, though I didn't recognize the brand. It was certainly much classier than any of the make-up I owned. Most of my lipsticks had come from the dollar store. The few expensive ones I owned were ones that Trisha had given me for Christmas and my birthday. All of them were sickly shades of pink that looked ridiculous on my complexion. They looked ridiculous on Trisha too but I didn't have the balls to say that to her face. No one did.
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