Her gulp was audible. Seizing the fabric between her legs, I dug my nails into it and ripped the panties in half. Riley yelped in surprise as her underwear came off in shreds.
Pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, I thrust my tongue against her wet opening. She squirmed against my touch, but I tightened my grip and held her in place. Soft moans issued from her as I licked her slit up and down. As she got closer to her climax, I increased the pressure of my tongue.
With as much force as I could muster, I sucked and lapped at each part of her delicate pussy. In and out my tongue went, before making its way upward to press against her clit. I fucked Riley with my mouth, making her wiggle and cry out for more.
She burst against me, her slick juices coating my lips.
“Stop,” she gasped. “S-stop.”
Her hands pressed into the tops of my shoulders, urging me to stop touching her. But I didn’t listen. I sucked on her now overly sensitive bud, showing it not one shred of mercy. Riley shuddered out my name, begging me to let her be. Each cry that left her lips only urged me on. I held her legs tight and kept lapping.
Her cries took a turn again and changed from ones of torture to ones of pleasure. Moans rushed from her lungs, and she shook with another orgasm.
Not until her second eruption passed did I lick her clean and finally release her legs. I drew backward, stood, and looked down at her. Her panties were in pieces in the dirt, her dress rumpled, and her hair disheveled as she gazed up at me. Her chest heaved with each exhale, and her long lashes fluttered.
“That’s just a taste,” I told her. “Act petulant again, and you’ll really be paying.”
Riley’s pupils widened, and her lips parted.
“Well?” I prodded. “What do you say?”
Two words left her lips, so soft I could barely hear them. “Yes, sir.”
The excitement that ripped through me was groundbreaking. My dick instantly became hard and my vision blurred.
I didn’t even tell Riley the rules to this game—I never even mentioned them once—and there she was… playing it absolutely fucking perfectly.
Christ. I was in trouble.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Riley
The moonlight glimmering on the lake was mesmerizing. I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there staring at it, but I did know that I hadn’t looked away since coming outside. Little drops of light danced around like diamonds on the water’s surface, the difference being the sight in front of me was more rare and precious than any stone could ever be.
“Enjoying the view?”
I turned and found Xavier coming down the side walkway from our cabin. After arriving at the lakeside retreat, we’d dropped our bags off and gone for a hike in the woods, where Xavier surprised me by naming at least a dozen different trees and plants. The evening had begun with dinner at the main lodge and ended with us walking back to our private cabin.
“It’s amazing,” I told him. “I’d forgotten.”
He stopped next to me and put his hands in his pants pockets. Even out there in the woods, Xavier wore dress pants. I had to wonder if he owned any other kind. “What did you forget?”
“About nature, I guess. It’s easy when you’re living in the city, always rushing from this place to that place.”
“Let’s go swimming.”
“Okay, let me go get my bathing suit.”
“Don’t bother. Let’s go as we are.”
I could feel my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “In those?” I gestured to his pants.
Xavier dryly laughed. “No.” He started to unbutton his shirt. “In nothing.”
My heart flipped. I glanced around us, just to make sure we were still alone. The nearest cabin sat halfway down the side of the hill. A thick line of trees separated the two buildings, only showing some light glowing through a window.
“Don’t worry,” Xavier assured me. “We’re alone.”
He finished with his shirt and started on his pants. Though I knew exactly what he looked like naked, I couldn’t help but stare as he undressed. Even in the dim light, the definition of his muscles was astounding. I got my own fingers moving and pulled my dress off. Since I’d never replaced the panties Xavier ripped earlier, removing one article of clothing meant I was naked.
Xavier took my hand in his and led me across the worn stones and down to the lake. There was a narrow beach there, with sand that almost felt like it was from the ocean. The wet bits squished between my toes as we waded into the water. Each wave that lapped against my bare skin felt like a kiss from a lover. I could feel my nipples hardening and goosebumps rising on my skin, but it wasn’t from the water temperature. The lake itself was warm.
Xavier kept my hand enclosed in his as we walked deeper into the lake. We stopped after a few more yards, at the spot where the water came halfway up my chest. My eyes had adjusted to the night, allowing me to finally see Xavier’s whole face. His eyes slid down and took in my bare body. From under the water, his free hand tenderly groped at my breasts. I closed my eyes and absorbed the sweet sensation of his touch.
When I opened them, Xavier had moved closer. We were inches away now. I sucked in a breath, unsure of what was to come next, but knowing I’d fully embrace it. What Xavier had done to me on the side of the road earlier was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He’d blown me up with pleasure, collected all the pieces, and reassembled me all over again.
And the process had made me realize something. I belonged to him. Maybe I didn’t want to. And maybe he didn’t want me to, but there was no use fighting it.
Xavier reached out to me with both hands and cupped my face. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and set off jumps of electricity just below my skin. I lifted my chin and pressed my mouth closer into his touch.
“You,” he softly said. His mouth twitched, like there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t get out. His eyes flicked across mine. I held his gaze, staring back.
If there really was something he wanted to say, but couldn’t, I understood. This whole thing between us had turned into what I was afraid would happen. I’d fallen when I hadn’t meant to. And what came next I didn’t know. Would Xavier play me the way I was afraid he would, leaving me stranded and wishing I’d never met him? Or would he surprise me and turn into the kind of man I couldn’t even begin to hope he was?
“Let’s go inside,” he whispered. “Let’s go inside.”