by Tory Baker
We get off the phone, and I strip out of my pajamas that I put on when I got home from work today. My eyes move towards the full standup-sized mirror, taking in my naked form. It does nothing to quench this yearning I feel for Ryder. In fact, it makes it worse. My skin is glowing, my rose-colored nipples are pebbled, and the flesh between my legs is glistening.
“Ugh, get ready, Berkley. Stop getting yourself off when you could have Ryder doing that for you.” I turn around and put my clothes on, leaving my bra and panties in their drawer. There’s no way I’ll be able to wear my bra, not with the way this top wraps around my neck, and let’s not even talk about panties. Not even going there. I run a brush through my hair, add some lip gloss, mascara, and blush, and then head towards the shoes. This will definitely pull it all together. I’m already thinking I’ll have a drink or two at dinner. As soon as I have them on and tied, it’s time I pull up the Uber app and order a car. When I get the notification they’ll be here in five minutes, I thank my lucky stars to live in Texas. If I were in Virginia, I’d be waiting a lot longer. When I moved here, sure, I left my family, but I do visit them every now and then. Texas, though, it has my heart. And something tells me a certain man will soon own it too.
Ten
Ryder
Once everyone was done with their shift, I rushed them out. Melody left earlier, having to get Sienna from her babysitter, so I helped Nancy close down, cleaned my kitchen, and now I’m waiting for a text or call from Berkley to let me know she’s here.
I get started on the steak. I’ll sear it on both sides, drizzle it with a reduction, and top it with a blue cheese crumble. For the sides, we’ll have a classic wedge salad and fingerling potatoes. The best, though, will be dessert. It’s something I don’t make too often, but the fruit torte has definitely inspired me. Topping it with powdered sugar will help it all come together.
I’m so lost in getting everything ready, making it so the dessert is chilling in the fridge before I whipped up our dinner, keeping it on the warmer until Berkley gets here, that I don’t realize my goddess is right before my eyes.
“Ahem,” she clears her throat. Berkley is standing in front of me, her arms behind her back, a coy smile playing on her face. She knows my eyes won’t be lingering on her face, not with all the skin she has on display for me. Bare shoulders, midriff showing off, and her fucking legs showing more thigh than I’ve seen on her so far. My tongue is fucking heavy. It wants nothing more than to lick every inch. That shit will be happening tonight.
“Sugar.” That one word is deep and slow. She walks towards me as my hands untie the apron wrapped around my waist and wash my hands, because I know as soon as she gets to me, my hands will be on her hips, and my mouth will be on her lips. I’m not holding back, not this time or any other.
Berkley’s standing not even a foot away from me now. My hands touch smooth lightly tanned skin.
“God damn, it’s been too fucking long,” I grunt. My head dips to her lips. The touch is light at first, my lips grazing hers, but when Berkley wraps her hands around my neck, all fucking bets are off. I bring her hips closer, allowing her to feel what she does to me. Her tongue licks at my lips. That gives me the green light. I pick her up, and her legs immediately wrap around my waist, my hands gliding up the back of her thighs, holding her tightly to me.
“Ryder.” Her hips move, causing her skirt to move up, giving way to that skin my gaze is glued to.
“You have to tell me if this is too much,” I groan, my lips returning to hers. This time, it’s not slow. My mouth on hers is full of pent-up passion. When Berkley rips her mouth away from me with a loud moan, I reiterate my question.
“Sugar, you gotta let me know if this is okay.” I squeeze the back of her thighs, dying to move my hands to her ass cheeks.
“God, yes, though…um, there’s a reason I rescheduled our dinner a couple of hours later. You see, I had an appointment, and certain things are definitely still sensitive.” I see a sparkle in her eyes. My mind is conjuring up all kinds of things.
“What do you mean?” I’m still racking my brain when she pulls one arm from around me and does what I least fucking expect. Berkley hikes her sexy-as-hell skirt up and shows me what she isn’t wearing. Her pretty pussy completely bare, dripping with desire. I can see just what she did.
“Did you do this for me, sugar?” I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes from her cunt.
“Well, kind of. I mean, it was always bare, but my cousin, we’ve talked about her, Aspen. Remember? Well, she said there’s nothing better. And today alone has definitely made me realize she’s not wrong. So, in a sense, I did it for us.” Her ass meets the table, the one I was going to serve dinner and dessert on.
“Hell, yes, you did. I’m gonna have my dessert, then I’ll feed you. This warm, slick pussy of yours is dying for my tongue, isn’t it, Berkley?” Last night, when she mentioned her appointment, one that I’m more grateful for than ever, we talked well until both of us were practically snoring. She told me all about her family. I let her know about Melody and Sienna, and even that useless piece of shit, Joseph.
“God, yes,” she purrs. My hands hike her skirt up all the way. My thumbs sweeping over the V between her legs.
“Spread those beautiful thighs for me, sugar. You’ll have to thank Aspen for me because this is the sweetest gift you’ve given me. Well, so far. Something tells me your flavor will be ten times sweeter.” My eyes meet hers, and when I see her lift up from where she was on her elbows and move one hand to that string that’s wrapped around her neck, I lick my lips, ready to see what she’s about to show me.
“The way you make me feel, Ryder. It’s indescribable.” Fuck, I knew she’d come alive for me.
“Show me,” I grunt, watching as she pulls the tie, as her full breasts come into view, rose-tipped nipples. They’re more than a handful, and my hands can’t wait to cup them.
“What do you want me to do? This?” she questions. The hand that just untied her top is now leaving a scorching path from her nape to her breasts, where she stops to hold one in the palm of her hand, her thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipple into a tighter point. Berkley only stays there for a minute. “Keep going.” I nod my head. Both of my hands are gripping her thighs, holding them wide open for me. I loosen my hold, not wanting to bruise her skin but almost loving the fact that she’d be wearing my marks.
The moment her long, elegant fingers trace the lips of her pussy, my mouth attaches to her nipple, wanting to see just how wet she’ll get with my lips wrapped around her tight buds, tasting her skin while she’s using her own fingers.
“After so many nights of using my own fingers or a toy, and I’m still not sated,” she mumbles. It causes me to move to her other nipple, giving it the attention it’s begging for. At the thought of her using a toy or her fingers thinking about me, though, my eyes dip down, and I get that visual front row and center.
I leave her nipple, leaving her body squirming. “I’m going to want to watch that, and soon.”
“I’m giving you a show right now, but I’m really tired of my own hands,” she pouts.
“Try fisting yourself for a month straight, twice, sometimes three times a day, never knowing I’d have all this stunning beauty before me and you’d forever be mine,” I admit.
“We’re a pair, but I swear to God if I don’t feel you inside me tonight, my fingers may turn into a prune.” I love how open she is with her sexuality.
“Oh, that’s fucking coming, but right now, I’m going to taste you.” I kiss her again, reluctantly letting her go.
I grab a chair, sit in it, and throw her legs over my shoulders. It’s my turn to lick every single drop she has to give.
Eleven
Berkley
There’s no way I’m able to stay up on my elbows and watch as Ryder slides his tongue along the folds of my pussy, not going where I want him the most. That is until I feel two fingers slide inside me. It’s a tight fit, but dear God, i
t feels fucking amazing.
“Shit,” I moan out loud, my hands finding purchase on the edges of the table. His fingers find that spot inside me, his lips sucking on my clit, until he nips it. His fingers delve deeper and deeper with each movement, thrusting.
“God damn, I could become addicted to your taste, sugar,” Ryder growls against my quivering center. It does nothing to calm me down. Instead, it builds me up, tipping me closer to the edge.
“Ryder, I’m going to come.” My head is moving back and forth, and goose bumps pebble on my skin even though my body has a sheen of sweat covering it.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” Ryder redoubles his effort. He’s using his tongue and lips on my clit, his fingers never stopping at all. My hand finds his hair. I pull on it as my hips grind upwards to his lips.
“Ry.” I come on a long sigh. I figured he’d pull his fingers out of me, unbutton his jeans, and slide deep inside of me. Instead, Ryder slowly brings me down with his lips and fingers. When he does disappear from my center, he places a soft kiss on each of my thighs and sits back in his chair, looking more than pleased with himself. As he fucking should. I lift up on my elbows. Ryder licks his lips, and this time it’s me flying off the table, not giving two shits that my boobs are bouncing with every movement. I want to make Ryder feel as good as he made me. He spreads his legs wider, steadying himself because he knows exactly what I’m doing. My ass slides into his lap, and those hands of his find my outer thighs, squeezing them.
“That was off the charts amazing. It’s your turn now.” My hand delves into his hair, my mouth seeks his, and he takes over. Ryder’s mouth dominates me once again. I can taste myself on him, and it doesn’t bother me because beneath that musky flavor, it’s all Ryder. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Not yet, you won’t. We’re going to eat dinner first, then have dessert. Where we go afterwards will be solely up to you.” I move my hips closer to his, my naked center rubbing against his thin black pants, feeling his bulge.
“Are you sure? I’ve had a lot of filthy fantasies this week.” I rub myself against him.
“Fuck, you drive a hard bargain. I promised you dinner, and that’s what you’re going to get.” Ryder stands up, and it takes all I have not to wrap my legs around his firm body. I don’t though; he helps me up, and I fix my top and skirt, not ashamed in the least. I see the hunger in his eyes as he watches the entire show.
“What did you make us?” I ask. Since he wants to wait, I may as well redirect this conversation.
“Steak, fingerling potatoes, and a wedge salad. It’s not something that’s ever on the menu but still something that most everyone would eat.” He goes to the sink, washes his hands, then grabs our salads out of the fridge. I take this as my cue to grab a rag, some spray, and clean off the kitchen table before grabbing a couple of wrapped utensils in linen napkins.
“Sounds good. Drinks?” I ask, not sure what he has to offer.
“Do you drink wine?”
“Do I ever. I’m not picky either. Um, also, I’m not picky when it comes to food or drinks. Well, maybe I won’t eat eggplant, mushrooms, and cauliflower, though only if it’s raw. Cooked cauliflower isn’t bad,” I tell him. I find two wine glasses as he finishes carrying over the plates.
“Challenge accepted, though not so sure on the raw cauliflower. That may even be out of my area of expertise. You’d give Si a run for her money if you eat everything. I think the only thing she doesn’t like is scallops. Even then, I can get her to eat them when they’re wrapped in bacon.” You can see the warmth in his eyes when he talks about Sienna.
“She’s awesome and so smart. I thoroughly enjoy teaching her and the other students in my class.” Ryder sits down beside me, not the standard sitting across like most dates. We sit, chat, and eat. My appetite must have really been worked up because I am absolutely starving, though I can’t help but press my legs together, sliding them back and forth every time Ryder licks his lips or I look at where I was lying only twenty minutes ago.
“What about kids? Do you want any of your own?” I ask.
“Actually, and this might sound strange, but anytime I think about having them one day down the road, something holds me back. It might be because of Sienna and the restaurant, or it could be that I just don’t feel that need that they’ll complete a part of me.”
“Shew, I think I completely get it. All my cousins want children, which hey, that’s cool. I’ll be more like their auntie than a second cousin. But teaching? Those are basically my children, and on my days off, I’d love to travel and see the world. I drove down here from Virginia. It was probably the best experience I’ve had. Of course, my dad, uncle, and male cousin pestered me every single day. Telling me to check my tires, have enough washer fluid, and not to stop in places that look deserted.” I roll my eyes thinking about all the fun sightseeing I was able to do. It was needed, like a balm to my soul to be out and about without a care in the world. Only next time, I’d love to have someone by my side. The look on Ryder’s face, the small smirk, tells me he’s thinking of something. I’m not sure what it is though.
“I just bet you listened too, didn’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“Nope, I was smart and safe. That didn’t mean I listened to everyone along the way. They wanted me to stick to bigger interstates, a trip that could have taken me two days. I stretched it out to a week.” After prattling on to no end, I move my foot onto my chair, hugging my knee to my body with one hand, somehow not flashing myself. Not that it would matter. The man has seen every inch of me now, but still, we’re talking now. I take a long sip of the chilled white wine, waiting for his response.
“Yep, your ass needs to be spanked more often.” That statement he made earlier comes up again, and I’m more than interested to see just what he’ll do.
“Are you offering?”
“Hell fucking yes.” His gaze meets mine. I see the tensing in his jaw and the slow sweep of my body, lingering on my exposed thighs.
“Interesting. We’ll have to come back to that.” I wink. “I can see renting an RV and driving across the US during the summer or when vacations allow it. I know children bring joy and add to your life, but for now at least, I’m good with being a teacher and borrowing children that way.” I take my last bite of food, enjoying everything Ryder’s made us. This is ten times better than anything I could cook.
“You keep that up, we’ll test it out. I might have to take this table home, name it Berkley, and make sure it’s used for breakfast and dinner.” His tone is promising. “I’m with you. Sienna keeps me busy. If they happen sometime down the road, that’s fine too, but if not, it wasn’t in the cards.” He shrugs his shoulders. I can wholeheartedly understand his way of thinking.
“Will the real Berkley be invited too?”
“What do you think?” Ryder stands up, grabbing the plates. I hop up, knowing full well he cooked, so I should be cleaning.
“I’d say that’s a yes. Tell me what I can do to help,” I say with a yawn. The early mornings are not my friend, but unfortunately, my job doesn’t allow for late start times.
“All there is are our dishes. Everything else has been cleaned up. Can you bring me the rest? We’ll throw them in the dishwasher, turn off the lights, and be done. Did you drive?” he asks while I scurry back to the table to speed up the process.
“Nope, I grabbed a car. Nancy was walking out when I walked in. I probably should have told you about that sooner. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I figured she’d left earlier and locked up. I’ll take you home. As much as I want our night to continue, you’re not allowed to turn into a pumpkin,” he repeats what I said on the phone.
“Thank you.” I hate that I won’t be able to return the favor tonight. My arms wrap around his shoulders. Once he’s done, I stand on my toes and kiss him. It’s slow and soft, portraying what I feel for him.
“Not a problem.” He smacks my ass before squeezing it and lett
ing it go.
“I really don’t like my job right now,” I grumble.
“It’s not just yours. Tomorrow, I’m on Si duty. Melody has an early appointment.” He’s not complaining at all. It has me falling for him even more.
“Okay, at least I get to see you for a few minutes tomorrow, then.”
“How about after work you see me too? I’ll close tomorrow and head to your place. I should be there around nine?” he asks.
“I’d say you have yourself a date.” A smile takes over my face as we walk hand in hand out of the restaurant. Tomorrow night definitely can’t come soon enough.
Twelve
Ryder
“God damn it.” I hate showing up on Berkley’s doorstep nearing eleven o’clock at night. I should have been here hours ago. It was one catastrophe after the other tonight. Even Nancy couldn’t keep up. So, I had to step in, compensate a few meals, thanks to Dan. We’re really going to have to look into hiring another chef at the rate we’re going.
“Hey.” Berkley opens her apartment door. She’s wearing a sleep shirt, tits unencumbered, her nipples that my mouth is begging for pebbled, shorts that show off her legs. It’s her face, though, soft from I’m hoping some kind of sleep while she waited for my phone call. The worst part was that I had to stop by my own place to grab a shower first. There was no way I was coming to her smelling like I did. It was that rough of a night.
“Sugar.” My hand finds the side of her neck. I step inside still holding it. My other hand moves behind me, snapping the lock in place somehow. For every step I take towards her, she takes one back, until her back meets the wall. My lips land on hers, her leg goes up and over my hip. I use my other hand and help Berkley wrap both legs around my waist.
“God, I needed this after this day.” Life happens and shit goes wrong, but today takes the cake, well, after dropping off Sienna at school is when it started. Melody came into the restaurant at her wit’s end. I guess Joseph lawyered up and wants to all of a sudden start visitation this weekend. Her attorney is going to try and stop it, because hell, if you’re a sperm donor, you get everything. Even when you don’t see your daughter for over a year or pay child support. Things just trickled down at the restaurant. The silver fucking lining is the goddess in my arms. Her body squirming, our tongues entwining, and her soft moans make it all go away.
