Ankle Deep in Sugar

by Rocklyn Ryder

  She's so hot there. And when I press my hand against her and cup her sex, she's also so fucking wet.

  I could sink into her right now. Simply pull that scrap of silk aside and plunge into that slippery heat.

  I need to feel that. My hands wrap around her waist with every intention of moving her backwards so I can lay her out on the sofa.

  Fuck the cream-colored suede. If we stain it, I'll get a new one. I want Rachel's warm skin laid out with that red silk twisted around her and I need to get inside her.

  But Rachel has other ideas first.

  Before I can lay her down, she's managed to push me back on the over-sized ottoman. My shoes have come off, my pants and boxers are long gone and I'm not sure if I'm wearing both my socks as Rachel's head dips between my legs.

  Her mouth feels like heaven. It's hot and wet and her lips seal against my shaft while one of her hands leads the way with firm strokes and then gently cups my balls.

  Fuuuuck. That's good. It's very good.

  Her technique is experimental at first, till she finds the touch that gets the reaction she likes. Then she moves with confidence, combining her mouth and her hands into something that has me speaking in tongues.

  I don't want this to end, but I can't let it go on. Not this time. Not our first time. Our first time is about her.

  Rachel

  All the tipsy is gone, replaced by adrenaline and lust.

  From the second Colter began kissing me back this has been a tug of war: both of us vying for control.

  I had no idea he was as hungry for this as I am.

  All I want is to get him under me. I want to feel his thick cock sliding down my throat, I want to taste more of him than just the few drops of salty pre-cum leaking from the tip of him. Because so far every other part of him has tasted like something I need more of.

  Much, much more.

  I want to get on top of him and slide my body down over this insanely perfect shaft.

  I mean, damn boy! I knew this guy was hot the moment I saw him, I've been trying to fill in the blanks with my imagination and I have a pretty good imagination! But I never dared to hope that this kind of equipment was hiding under that bath towel whenever I catch him in the kitchen.

  He's thick and long and hard enough to break rocks. The skin along the underside of his shaft is velvet soft and every time my tongue glides along it he shudders and curses in a way that only drives me to do it again.

  But I want more than just the taste of him, I need to feel this tool filling me up to capacity. I want it all and I want it all at once.

  I know it doesn't work that way. Colter's not a horny teenage boy that's going to be ready to go again 30 seconds later.

  As bad as I need to have him inside me, I'm too engrossed in his pleasure to take my mouth off him.

  "Jesus, Racheh---" my name trails off as his hips move with my mouth. "I can't believe how far you can go down...if you don't stop you're gonna make me cum--"

  If he thinks that's going to make me stop, he's wrong. Listening to his voice grow strangled only makes up my mind.

  One of his hands grabs my hair at the back of my head and I can feel the tension in his arm as he tries not to get carried way with his grip. His other hand has a death grip on the back of the sofa.

  My free hand slips between my own legs and slides into my dampness, trying to ease the need building there.

  We're both on the edge, I can feel the tightness in his balls and the pulsing at the base of his shaft.

  My fingers work faster, in time with my mouth and my other hand and I know it's only seconds before we both get the relief we need.

  Just when my eyes have closed and my brain checks out in anticipation of spinning and tumbling through the void and over the edge, something suddenly changes.

  "Sit on it, dammit."

  The command is dark and dangerous and not to be argued with. The hand in my hair tugs roughly, pulling me up, away from my task. Another hand lands on my ass, fingers wrapping around me and digging into my flesh as I'm repositioned before I can even react.

  It's been a long time for me and I've never been with man as big as Colter, but I'm not worried about it hurting. I'm so fucking wet for him right now that I don't even need to take him slowly. Which is good, because I don't think I could if I had to.

  "Dammit, I want to eat your pussy," he growls under me but he's not slowing down. "You were supposed to let me get you off first--"

  And then he's entering me, thrusting up into me at the same time I plunge down on him.

  "--I don't think I can hold out long." His voice is tight between gritted teeth.

  Our bodies collide abruptly in one long, perfectly aligned stroke and when there's no more room for us to move into each other we simultaneously gasp for breath at the sudden halt.

  I have to wait. I have to breathe. My nails are clenching his biceps. His biceps are bulging from tension as he holds my hips to keep my pelvis locked firmly to his.

  We stay like this, motionless, both panting harshly.

  I don't know what's going through his head right now. I only know that I am hot, my dress drenched in the sweat rolling off of us both and tangled around me and sticking to me uncomfortably. But I can't worry about the minor discomfort of a stupid dress. Not when the more immediate discomfort is between my legs and building in intensity.

  My thighs are split open wide across Colter's hips and his thick rod is stretching me around it so tightly I think I might rip. There's a stinging somewhere along the place where our bodies are sealed together that registers dully in the back of my mind, telling me I won't be forgetting this night for a few days.

  That's only part of the combination of sensations currently warring for attention. They come together in a sweet, overwhelming, chaotic need to feel more. More of Colter's cock filling me up and testing the limits of my body, more of the sound of his breathing growing increasingly ragged as I begin rocking my hips as if I could possibly work him farther inside of me, more of his hands groping and grasping at my body, more of his dark voice fueling me on.

  "That's it, ride me...show me how you like it..."

  Normally that would take me right out of the moment, make me self conscious of what I'm doing but for Colter, I want to show him.

  "Use me, baby, use me to get yourself off. Show me, I want to see you come on my cock."

  I don't know if he's really watching any more than I'm showing him anything.

  Our hands clasp and I think I might break his fingers from how hard I'm hanging on but I feel his rhythm go random and wild and it's too late for me to do anything but speed my own movements.

  Colter's body goes rigid beneath me. His flurry of words turns to a strangled groan and I feel him swell and burst inside of me.

  It's too late for me to enjoy watching the expression on his gorgeous face. I'm already coming hard and fast and when I think the feeling is about to subside, another wave catches me up and sends me over again.

  Colter pulls me against him, kissing me like we just got started.

  I lay my head on his chest, catching my breath, and waiting for the telltale shift in his breathing to tell me he's drifted off to sleep.

  Instead, I feel his fingers caressing my shoulders, lighting me up with shivers as they dance down my spine. Soon light kisses land on top of my head and then his mouth seeks mine again.

  Then he rolls onto his side, sending me sliding onto the couch cushions, trapped between his body and the suede cushions of the back of the sofa.

  "Off,"he commands with a tug on the tangled silk that started off the evening as a slinky dress.

  I help him pull the fabric free of my body and soon I'm laying naked against him.

  "You can leave those on if you want." His voice is gentle and amused as his foot slides over mine and I realize I'm still wearing the daring red heels.

  "Now let me show you how I pictured it going." His face is close to mine, his fingers pinching my nipples lightly before
his hand grazes my belly and sinks between the newly moistened lips of my sex.

  Against my thigh, I feel that monster of his returning to life before Colter rolls so his mouth can gain better access to my breasts.

  Apparently I was wrong about my expectations. He's definitely not ready to fall asleep.

  Colter

  Who knew that a random stop for a cup of coffee in the middle of nowhere would end up like this?

  Not only did I never imagine that I'd end up playing sugar daddy, I never imagined it could feel so rewarding.

  Rachel is amazing.

  She's vibrant, whip smart, and she caught on so fast at the personnel management position I set up with at our home office here in Vegas, I think I'm going to talk to her about moving up the ranks.

  She's a natural with communications, everybody loves her immediately, and her organization skills are off the charts. She's a natural leader and I think she'd do wonders for the marketing department.

  I can't believe no one in her home town was smart enough to snatch her up when her boss had to close his practice.

  Some small towns still have small minds, I guess.

  I'm just glad I came along when I did and was able to give her the resources she needed to get back on her feet again.

  A woman like Rachel deserves a hell of a lot better than Bridgestone was going to offer her.

  Having her professional skills at the Foundation has been good for business, sure, but having her personal skills here at home has meant the real person benefiting from getting her out of Bridgestone is me.

  I know we started off with the whole sugar daddy style set up and all but that term never really fit us.

  She was just in a bad place and needed some help getting out of it and I happened to be in the right place at the right time with the means to make that happen for her.

  Hell, we never even had an agreement written up. She just came to stay with me and I gave her a job so she she could get her resume up to date and, of course she's getting a competitive paycheck too.

  Maybe she got the job because she knows the boss, but she got that particular job because she's qualified for it. She earns her money and I don't ask her what she does with it.

  Together we've got her financial problems straightened out and most of her bills are paid off. Her credit is improving too.

  Last month she gave me back the keys to the Range Rover. Said she bought her own car.

  I drum my fingers on the arm of my office chair and feel myself frown as I stare out the window that I've been facing far too long today.

  The window is behind my desk. For some reason today, I haven't been able to concentrate on the details of the files littering my desktop. Instead, I've been staring out this damn window, thinking about Rachel.

  And it's not the usual distraction. Not the memories of her skin against mine or the way her ass looks peeking out from under the hem of one of my t-shirts when she's helping me make breakfast in the morning.

  Rachel has brought something into my life that I didn't know was missing. We work well together, we live well together, we play well together, and we sure as hell fuck well together.

  I can't remember laughing this much before she came to me. I didn't look forward to having to go to all those charity dinners and fundraisers for the Foundation but now every new notice of an upcoming event is a chance to see Rachel in a new gown and watch her charm the pants off our board members.

  Of course, the real thrill is how she charms the pants off of me when we get home.

  It's just a car.

  But if she wanted something else to drive, I'd have happily bought her anything she wanted. I don't understand why she would rather spend her own money on a mid-range Buick rather than drive a two hundred thousand dollar Land Rover-- or at least let me take her shopping.

  She just says she wanted to buy her own car.

  She's right though, it will help with her credit to have a loan in her name.

  It's just that she got such a raw deal out of life and it's so easy for me to make up for that. I hate that she isn't letting me.

  Our sex life is still great.

  We still talk and laugh and make love all night and almost every morning.

  Nothing has gone wrong.

  There's no reason I should be feeling like this...like I'm losing her.

  Spinning the chair back to the desk, I pick up the phone on an impulse.

  A few minutes later I have everything planned.

  Rachel shouldn't have to be spending her own money on basics that I'm more than capable of providing. I know she wants to keep working and she needs to do some damage control on that credit score, but we can figure out a way to do that without her having to do it on her own.

  And I've got the promotion details all worked out for her.

  She's going to love the new position.

  My next call is to Rachel to let her know I set up dinner reservations for us tonight.

  Just one more thing to take care of, but that can't be handled with a phone call.

  After making arrangements to be out of the office for the rest of the day, I grab my shit and head for the parking garage.

  Tonight's going to be special.

  No more of this worrying about losing her.

  Rachel

  Colter's dinner plans couldn't have better timing.

  I'm so excited to tell him my news, I almost blurted it out when he called but then he said he'd made dinner reservations and that he wanted to share some good news of his own with me.

  Even on our way to the restaurant I was practically bouncing in my seat. It's been so hard keeping it a secret from him so now that it's official, I can't wait to share.

  But first, Colter planned tonight because he has something special to share too so I'm trying to keep my bees in my bonnet and let him go first.

  Somewhere after the first round of drinks has been delivered and appetizers have been ordered, Colter smiles at me and reaches for my hand.

  Electricity travels up my arm and lights up my body, just like every time he touches me whether it's when he's reaching between my thighs when we're lying in bed together or brushing casually against my arm as he walks beside me.

  It's something I've gotten used to enjoying now that I know it's safe to give in to the way he makes me feel.

  "I've been thinking," he starts, "you're doing so well with the management position at the Foundation but I know you're capable of so much more."

  This isn't exactly what I was expecting when he said he wanted to talk to me, I admit, but at least it gives me a good lead in to share my news.

  "I'm so glad you realize that, Colt," I tell him, a grin of sheer relief spreading across my face.

  As excited as I've been about sharing with him, I've also been apprehensive about how he'd react.

  "Because I have some really big news I'm dying to tell you."

  I don't even wait to let him finish what he was saying, "I got a new job! It's a regional position with an up and coming medical foundation and I'll be overseeing installments in 27 locations! Isn't that amazing?"

  His fingers squeeze against mine a little and I squeeze back, thinking it's congratulatory. Then I see the look on his face.

  It's not exactly horrified, but it's horrified.

  "You got a job?" His fingers pull away from mine as he leans back in his chair, looking at me like I just said I was moving to Budapest. "I don't understand. You have a job."

  Then his brow wrinkles and his eyes fall to the floor near our table.

  "Rache, if you wanted more money or need more challenge or-- whatever-- all you had to do was talk to me. The Foundation has a ton of positions that you're qualified for.

  "Hell, I was going to talk to you about moving into marketing. I think you'd be perfect for it, with your people skills and understanding of the Foundation's mission..."

  I listen to him launch into a sales speech about the marketing leadership position he wants me to take over
. It's a good job and it sounds like it would challenge me to expand my current skill set but--"

  "But it's still with the Foundation," I point out.

  "You don't like working there?"

  "No. I mean, yes, yes I do. I love working there. I love my team and I love working with the board, and I love..." No. Don't say that, "...the Foundation's purpose and all--"

  "You don't love working with me?" Colter's voice carried genuine hurt and I see how he's connecting those dots but that's not it.

  "I do love working with you, Babe, but I don't love working for you."

  I lean forward and he brings his hands back for me to hold, making it difficult for our server to find a place to set the plate of pot stickers down between us.

  "I'm used to taking care of myself. I paid for my own education, I worked hard to build my own career, I had my own credit, and I bought my own house-- we talked about this when I came to stay with you, I was looking for a sugar daddy to help me while I got back on my feet. I never meant for you to have to take care of me forever."

  "Getting back on your feet doesn't mean you have to leave the company or settle for less than you deserve. I'm worth a lot of money, I can afford to take care of you."

  "That's not the point, though. I never meant for you to take care of me forever. I don't want to be a burden.

  "Colt, I don't want to be a sugar baby."

  I don't want Colter to be my sugar daddy. I was hoping tonight was going to be about him telling me he didn't want that either. Instead, here he is telling me the exact opposite.

  He wants to keep taking care of me.

  All this time, I thought he was supportive, helping me with my finances and my credit and giving me a chance to prove myself at a new career.

  I thought I was getting a hand up, but now it turns out it was all just a hand out.

  I'm not his girlfriend, I'm his pet.

  Just a sugar baby after all.