He trailed a hand along her spine. “Did you think the jump would be the most reckless thing you did today?”
“I didn’t know.”
“And now?” The roving hand sneaked into the back of her bikini bottoms—way down—and squeezed her ass.
She blindly sought his mouth. “Bring on the reckless. I want to be crazy. When I look back on today, I want to blush at the things I had the nerve to do with you.”
A low groan reached her ears. The world spun behind her eyelids, and then her butt landed on a hard, smooth surface. The move jarred her eyes open, and she realized he’d set her on a water-worn rock bordering the pool. Her bare skin tingled where the air touched it.
He stood between her parted knees, still waist-deep in the water. While she watched, he slid his palms up the insides of her thighs, spreading them. “Things like this?”
Before she could answer, he lifted her legs, hitched them over his shoulders so she fell back onto her elbows, and put his mouth in a place fairly referred to as her bikini area.
Her cry of surprise echoed in her ears, as did the gasp of pleasure when he kissed her through the swimsuit with the same unquenchable hunger he’d kissed her mouth with moments ago.
Her spine arched. She flung one arm over her head, instinctively searching for something to hold on to and coming up empty. The other dived between her legs to tan
gle in his hair. Despite the pleasure building under his busy mouth, a protest rose in the back of her mind. “You promised…” she managed, tugging at his scalp. “You promised me—”
“I also promised you an orgasm. My cock doesn’t go anywhere near your mouth until I know you’re going to come for me.”
While she digested the requirement, he shifted both of her legs over his left shoulder, curled his arm around her crossed knees to secure them, and then straightened. The move lifted her hips. With his free hand he raked her bikini down, turning it to a tangle of fabric banding her thighs. The position left certain needy areas of her anatomy locked between her legs, while comparatively untouched, but equally sensitive portions hung in the air, bare and unprotected.
“Can you come for my mouth, Czarina? Come for me like this, with your knees crossed tight, and your clit throbbing in the tight trap between your thighs while I bite this wet ass, kiss, and lick, and tongue-fuck everything I can reach.”
“I-I don’t know,” she answered, honestly. She was hit or miss with oral sex, too. But she really, really wanted him to try. So much she squirmed at the thought. The small, unconscious act brought those cocky brows up.
“Let’s find out.” Then he proceeded to deliver on the biting, the kissing, the licking and—oh sweet mercy—the tongue-fucking. Everywhere he could reach, and the man had impressive reach.
Devastating reach.
Her eyes flew open, and her shocked cry echoed off the rocks. Reflexively, she tightened her abs and tried to twist away, but he didn’t allow it. He spanked her ass hard enough to let her know his tongue wasn’t on some aimless wander. He knew exactly what he was doing. Keeping a firm grip on her hip, he stayed the course. All she could do was clutch at the damp rock under her, try not to buck too hard or moan too loudly as he introduced her to his version of a thorough tongue-lashing.
His raspy jaw scoured her skin. His breath danced over it. Warm lips coaxed her rioting nerve endings to a false state of calm, only to have his fierce tongue whip them up again. Just when she thought she might have to beg for mercy, he lifted that evil mouth away from her just enough to say, “Don’t waste those hands touching a rock, Czarina. Touch yourself.”
Despite the water still beading off her and the shade of their hideaway, her body burned. His instructions, and the fact that he seemed intent on waiting until she followed them, sent flames of need licking along every inch of her skin. She followed them, sweeping her hands over her hips and up her torso. Her palms felt cool from the rock, and her already-tight nipples contracted even more in anticipation of her own touch. Never had she fondled her breasts in front of a guy before out of any instinct except basic theatrics. But doing it now made her groan out loud.
Whiskers abraded more territory, signaling that Rider’s mouth was on the move again. Her body responded with shivers she couldn’t control. The need burned inward, merging and concentrating in two hot spots—a place low in her abdomen, where volatile sensations stacked together like sticks of dynamite, and the fragile fuse currently imprisoned by her clenched thighs.
His mouth slowed and lingered. Tasted. “I love this part of your pussy. It’s so soft.” Those low words caressed the freshly licked area, leaving it wet and tingling. “So kissable.” He followed that with a kiss. Slow. Hard. Dragging her flesh through his teeth as he eased away. The urge to open her legs quickly escalated from a relentless pressure to an all-consuming compulsion. She couldn’t think past it. Especially when he growled, “So fuckable,” and speared his tongue into the crevice formed by her crossed legs.
“Please,” she whimpered, and struggled against the band of his arm. The thought of his mouth there, at her center, left her light-headed.
Two blunt fingertips tapped along the threshold of the passage he’d left quivering and painfully empty after the taunt of his tongue. “Do you have an answer for me yet?”
He punctuated the question with another delve of his tongue—dangerously close but so brutally fast she gasped. Thoughts whizzed through her mind like leaves in a tornado, but she couldn’t catch hold of any of them. God, she was going to have to answer him, and she wasn’t sure she could form words besides, Please, Rider, part my legs. Kiss me wide open, and then close your dirty mouth over me. Lick me. Own me. Suck the ache right out of me and make this need go away.
Maybe she said it out loud, because he looked up at her. His clear brown eyes burned with the same hot need ravaging her. She found some satisfaction in that. She wasn’t the only one being victimized by pleasure. He was dealing with it, too, and she could relieve him by taking his big, gorgeous cock in her mouth and giving it with the same treatment she desperately wanted for herself. She could do that. Possibly without irretrievably losing her hold on the orgasm waiting at the apex of her crossed legs. But even if she did lose it, she wouldn’t regret anything. He’d been so generous with her already this week, fixating on her pleasure, paying close attention to what she liked in a way no other man had, and patiently making sure she found a release no matter how long or intricate the process. Taking care of her.
She could take care of him, for once.
“Focus, Czarina.” His voice penetrated her thoughts at the same moment his fingers penetrated the twitching muscles guarding her entrance. The physical world snapped back into the forefront. She landed in her own body with a short, inelegant groan.
He stirred his fingers slowly. “Are you going to come?”
“You have to let me”—God, she couldn’t be still when he did that—“open my legs. Please.”
“Concentrate on this. On how you feel like this, sealed tight, all soft and swollen around a knot of nerves so sensitive to touch and pressure, the slightest variation in either could send you over.”