So on this lazy Sunday, I’d left her alone as I had for the previous several days. I’d taken a run which was a form of meditation as well as exercise for me. Some of my best songs were written while I was running, and today was no different as I arrived home with the beginnings of a song that I thought the band would like.
When I got back home, Trina was locked away in her room. I headed to the shower and continued to work out the song that had come to me during my run. Eventually, I knew I needed to get my guitar and play what I was hearing in my head. I exited the shower and went to my room. I was naked, but my door was closed, as I picked up my guitar and started to play and sing the song that I was getting more excited about.
I was working through the bridge of the song when the door flew open, and Trina barreled in startling me.
“Do you always have to play that blasted—” The rest of the sentence seemed to catch in the back of her throat as she took in my state of dress, or more accurately, the lack of dress. Her gaze drifted down, and my poor dick didn’t stand a chance as he started to perk up at Trina’s wide-eyed admiration of him.
“Is there something you need?” I asked.
Her gaze jerked back up to my face. “I…ah…”
I’d never seen Trina at a loss for words. I’d also never seen her look at me like I was dessert. I liked it. A lot.
I set my guitar down and moved closer to her.
She blinked and then stammered, “Never mind.” Then she ran from my room.
I blew out a breath and decided to let her go. But as I went to pick up my guitar, her lovely face showing admiration for my body came back to me. My dick grew hard again.
Fuck. I grabbed a pair of clean running shorts and slipped them on, but didn’t bother with a shirt. I strode down to her room and knocked on the door. She didn’t answer, so I opened it and stepped in. She was in the middle of the room looking a little dazed.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Yes. How about we talk about how there should be locks on the door so people can’t just barge in,” she said.
Ah, there she was, I thought. “You didn’t bother knocking when you came barging in my room. You might have avoided seeing me naked if you’d taken the time to knock.”
Her expression suggested she knew I was right, but she still didn’t like it.
“We’re living together for the time being. Married even. You can’t freak out just because you see my dick.” Then a thought came to me that maybe she’d never seen a naked man before. “You have seen a dick before, haven’t you?”
She pursed her lips. “Is that what that was? I was worried you had a growth.”
I gave her a wicked grin. “It was growing all right.”
She rolled her eyes. “This marriage is fake and that means no nudity.” She used that tone teachers used to set down the rules. That was the thing about Trina, she liked rules and order.
“I like my version of this marriage better. It sounds more fun,” I said.
She pushed me back, her warm hands on my chest. “Get out.”
I liked seeing the fire in her gray eyes. “This is my house.”
“If we’re fake married, half of it is fake mine.”
I pretended to ponder that. “Have you noticed that this marriage is fake only when it benefits you?”
“It’s all fake,” she said, her eyes scanning my chest in a way that suggested she wanted to explore it. But she fought it by pushing me again.
I wrapped my fingers around my arms and pulled her close to me. She was warm and smelled sweet despite her sour disposition.
“This isn’t fake.” I pressed my hard dick against her belly, loving the flash of heat in her eyes and the hitch of her breath in response. I waited, wanting to give her a chance to push me or tell me no. I could see a tug-of-war going on in those pretty gray eyes. She was aroused. She wanted me, and it annoyed her.
I gave her a slow, knowing smile. “I think it’s about time I taste my wife again.”
Again, I waited for her response.
“You fight me on everything, Katrina. How about for once, you just let go and live?”
When she didn’t push me away, I dipped my head toward her and like an answer to my prayer, she leaned toward me. I pressed my lips to hers, at first soft and tentative, worried she might bite, literally. When she didn’t, I turned up the heat of the kiss. I was firm and thorough, planning to stay there and kiss her for as long as she’d let me because she tasted like a woman should; hot and sweet mixed with spice.
She moaned, although I wasn’t sure if it was in enjoyment or annoyance that she’d given in. I wasn’t just kissing her. She was kissing me back, and fucking hell, she was good at it. I slipped my tongue through the seam of her mouth to dance with hers.
I groaned, unable to hold back any longer. I picked her up and brought her to the bed.
“You taste so fucking good, Katrina.” I settled over her, kissing her until we couldn’t breathe. My hands pulled her dress up as the need to touch and taste her everywhere preoccupied my mind. I dragged my kisses lower, sucking on her nipple through the pretty lace of her bra. God, how long had I wanted to bury my face in her magnificent tits?
“Oh God.” She arched up like she was offering herself to me.
Inside, my brain was rejoicing. Finally, she was mine. I continued to kiss her, journeying down over her belly, pushing her panties down so I could discover the sweetness between her thighs.
I moved down, settling my shoulders between her thighs and slipping my hands underneath her backside to lift her sweet pussy to my mouth.
“I’ve wanted you like this forever,” I said roughly. And then I took what I’d dreamed about for over ten years. I buried my face into her hot, wet pussy.
She cried out, and it was like she was finally giving me permission to show her how good I could make her feel. I wasn’t going to fuck this up. My goal was to give her the orgasm of a lifetime.
I teased her clit, swirling my tongue around it, loving how her hips moved in rhythm to my ministrations. Her fingers laced through my hair and gripped my scalp. She was holding me to her, not pushing me away, thank fuck.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she gasped, her knees opening wider. She was mine now. All mine. It was a heady feeling to finally have this strong, guarded woman surrendering to me.
I pressed my hands against her thighs, opening them even more as I licked my way down to her pussy hole and then thrust my tongue inside her, flicking her sweet pink walls.
“Oh God…yes…yes.” Her hips were gyrating. She was fucking my face and I was the happiest man in the world. I used my tongue and lips to push her up and up, and just when she teetered on the edge of orgasm, I stopped.
“Ryder,” her voice sounded pleading.
It was music in my ears. I could live the rest of my life just making her talk to me like that. Beg me to make her come. So, I repeated my actions, fucking her with my mouth, bringing to the edge before backing off.
She whimpered. “Stop teasing.”
“Do you need to come?” I murmured against her pussy lips.
“Yes.” Her hips rose and she moaned.
“Do you want me to make you come?” I gave one quick lick through her pussy.
“Yes…oh God…”
“Say my name. When I make you come, say my name.” I was thrilled to be tasting her and at the same time, there was a deep-seeded need that she acknowledged me. That it was Ryder Simms, the man she outwardly despised, who was going to rock her world.
She whimpered again.
“Hold on, baby. I’m going to blow your mind.”
“Yes, oh yes.” Her fingers squeezed my head.
Pushing her thighs open even further, I dove in, using my tongue, lips and even teeth to drive her up and up, and right when she reached the pinnacle, I sucked her clit as I thrust a finger inside her, massaging that one spot that drove women wild.
Her hips shot up, her body arched as it we
nt taut, and her sweet juice filled my mouth. She screamed, “Ryder!”
I felt like she’d given me the world. Or at least part of it. My dick was so fucking hard, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t come in my shorts. The silky fabric on my dick was excruciatingly painful and I shoved them down.
“I’m so fucking hard.” I couldn’t hardly see straight as I moved up her body, biting her nipple lightly as I positioned my dick at her entrance. I didn’t want her to come down or recover, fearing she’d regret what I just did. At the same time, if she was going to say no, I needed to hear it now.
“Tell me you want this before I die,” I said, gritting my teeth to keep from slamming my cock inside her wet pussy.
Her hands gripped my ass and pulled. “Fuck me, Ryder.”
Holy fucking Christ. My head felt like it was exploding as her words jacked up my arousal to quantum levels. I wanted to take my time. I wanted this to last. But I was too far gone. Instead, I thrust in. I filled her pussy until I couldn't fill her anymore.
She gasped, and I hoped to hell I hadn’t hurt her. “Oh God, Ryder…”
“Fuck…Katrina…” It was all I could say as pleasure rippled along my nerves. She was tight and felt so fucking good, I could hardly stand it.
Her legs wrapped around my ass and pulled my hips down tighter against hers, and then I knew she was okay. I knew she was with me and she was enjoying it too.
I withdrew and slid in, and she moaned. I wanted to watch her rise again. I wanted to witness her orgasm with my dick fucking her. But my own need was clawing at me. I was a slave to it. I had no choice but to let go and fuck her with everything I had.
10
Trina
Oh. My. God. I was in erotic heaven. I knew sex could be pleasant, but holy cow, I didn’t know it could be like this. I’d experienced Ryder’s amazing kissing, but what he did with his mouth on my pussy was something I’d never forget. And now his long, thick dick was inside me, filling me beyond full. I swore I could feel every millimeter of him as he slid in deep.
“Fuck…Katrina.” His voice was harsh and strangled, like he was trying to maintain control but struggling with it.
I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him to go deeper. Wanting him to know I was ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.
He levered up, sitting back on his heels as he gripped my hips. “This is going to be fast.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply as he started thrusting and plunging. Immediately, my pussy was on fire from the sensations. I gripped the sheets, holding on as he possessed me and my body in a way I never knew was possible. It was so good. So, so good.
I watched him, his face strained as he chased his release. He was raw and real, and it made me feel so feminine how he was giving in to his needs.
“Fuck, I’m going to come…come with me…come with me.”
His thumb slid over my hard, sensitive clit, and in a flash, I was flying. My entire body went taut as pleasure burst and then radiated out.
“Yes!” he yelled and then plunged deep, grinding against me as warmth filled me. He did it again, and again, drawing out the pleasure until I felt completely spent.
Finally, he gave one last thrust and then sank back on his heels. His breath, like mine, came in bellows. I thought he’d withdraw and collapse next to me, which was what the few other men I’d been with always did. It felt so anticlimactic how once they had their orgasm, they’d withdraw into their own space.
Ryder leaned forward, adjusting himself so that he stayed seeped inside me as he lay over me. He rested his upper body weight on his forearms and then dipped his head into the hollow by my neck.
He gave me a quick kiss on the neck, and then just lay there as he recovered. Instinct had me wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Our bodies were damp. His dick still pulsed inside me. It was intimate and sweet, and as good as it was, it also scared me to death. Intimate and sweet weren’t feelings I was familiar with or comfortable in having.
He lifted his head, his blue eyes soft as he looked at me.
I started to say something, although I wasn’t sure what.
He leaned forward and kissed me, then said, “If you’re going to say this was a bad idea or criticize my lack of stamina, can you wait until I have the strength to withdraw? I don’t think my ego could take it after having such a spectacular orgasm.”
Part of me was irritated by his request only because it suggested I was a critical person. Of course, I was a critical person and based on much of my interactions with him in the past, it wasn’t unreasonable for him to think that.
I focused on his saying he had a spectacular orgasm. “Spectacular?”
He grinned. “Mind-blowing. Fuck, I was so hard Katrina. I wanted to last longer.”
He was calling me Katrina again. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread on my face. I was feeling so content. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like that.
“I’m not complaining.”
He’d have been within his right to say something like, “Well there’s a change,” but he didn’t. “If you give me another try, I will do better. I promise.” His hand slid down to cup my breast and then he sucked the nipple. I couldn’t believe it when erotic sensation blasted down to my pussy again. I’d just had two amazing orgasms. There couldn’t more in me, could there?
Whether I had more in me or not, I wanted a turn to discover Ryder’s body and what turned him on. “Maybe I want to try.”
He lifted his head and I could feel his dick start to thicken inside me again. “Do you feel that? My dick is excited to let you take control. What do you want to do to me, Katrina?”
Everything, I thought. I pushed him over onto his back and then straddled his thighs as I took him inside me again. I used my pussy muscles to massage his dick back to life.
“You have an incredible pussy.” He lay back, his eyes closed and his hands on my thighs.
“What do you like, Ryder?” I asked, worried that my experience was way short compared to his.
His eyes opened. “I like you.”
“I meant what do you like sexually?”
“I like whatever you want to do.”
That wasn’t much help.
He rubbed my thighs. “You look like a goddess.” His hands slid up to my breasts, kneading them. “Perfect tits. I can’t wait to watch them bounce when you ride me.”
My pussy clenched at the idea of his getting off on watching me.
He levered up, running his fingers through my hair, which had to be a wild mess.
“Your hair is a sexy…wanton.” He kissed me, going in hard and deep, making me moan. “You taste divine. Yep, you’re a goddess.”
I wondered, for a moment, if he talked to all his women like this. The thought made my guard go up. I wasn’t special. I was just another notch.
“Don’t leave me, Katrina,” he said, giving me a small shake.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, confused by his statement.
“Maybe not here,” he said, rubbing a finger over my clit making me gasp. “But up here.” The index finger on his other hand tapped my temple. “Let go, baby. Just feel. You’re safe with me.”
His words both comforted and bothered me. They were a reminder that I didn’t like to let go. I liked control. They also highlighted that I didn’t always feel safe with him, although I knew that was more my issue than his. Then again, he did use my poems against me. Would he tell his friends that I was a bad lay?
Except he said he didn’t mean to hurt me by using the poems.
“Katrina,” his voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Fuck me.”
I stared into his blue eyes and could only see sincerity and need. His dick was thick and hot and throbbing inside me.
I rocked over him, and he groaned, laying back on the bed. “Yes. So good.”
I pushed away all the crazy thoughts in my head and instead focused on physical sensation. The way his dick felt inside me, pulsing with life. The way his fingers would
squeeze and loosen on my thighs as I began to move. The way his breath picked up and his hips moved with me.
Soon, I was lost in the sensation of him inside me. Of his words, dirty and sexy urging me on. Of my orgasm building and building, coiling until I hovered on the edge.
“Make me come, baby…ah fuck…I’m coming.”
His hips shot up, his dick sliding in, and hitting me just the right way. My orgasm blasted out, making me cry out as it shot to every neuron in my body.
“Yes…yes…more,” he gasped, his hips bucking wildly underneath me as I rode him hard and fast to wring out every last drop of pleasure.
I collapsed on him, my head resting on his chest as I worked to catch my breath.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he said, kissing the top of my head.
I wasn’t sure I could believe him, but I appreciated the sentiment. At the very least, I felt fucking amazing.
We lay there for some time, his fingers gently rubbing my back. Sated, soothed, my eyes closed and sleep came.
I woke with a start, feeling disoriented. I looked around the room. That was right, I was at Ryder’s house. I was naked and my muscles were a little sore, like after a workout. I shot up to sit as I realized I’d had sex with Ryder.
I looked around, but he wasn’t in bed. Did I dream it?
The scent of bacon caught my attention. Was it morning? Was I late for work? I looked at my watch and discovered it was the evening. I slipped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I followed the scent to the kitchen where Ryder, looking way too sexy shirtless in faded jeans, was cooking. He whistled as he used tongs to remove the bacon to drain on a paper towel.
He turned and looked at me. “Nice nap?”
I could feel the heat on my cheeks as I blushed thinking about my nap. “Better than usual.”
He winked. “Have a seat. If you’re like me, you worked up a powerful hunger.”
I was hungry. I went to the table, noting the mismatched places and cutlery, but this time I thought it held a certain charm. Country kitsch.
He brought over a platter with eggs, bacon, and toast. “Dig in.”
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