by Gina Kincade
His Steve is huge, turgid. He’s circumcised—no prepace or foreskin. Amazing. Human anatomy fascinates me. Had I any talent in art, I would paint, sculpt, and draw human bodies all day, especially replicate Ryder’s body. And his gorgeous penis or way-too-big Bone Ranger.
“You’re so…” I can’t finish because I’m not sure how to. Tell him he’s beautiful? Yeah, he’d like that. Men love being told they’re pretty.
But he is. I love his scars. He has tattoos all over his body, his chest, shoulders, arms, stomach, even one on his outer thigh and another on his calf. Celtic symbols and knots, Latin and English words here and there—Honorem, meaning honor, is a repeated theme.
“You too.” His voice is low, raspy, making me look up at him.
He’s gazing at my breasts, my soft stomach, and lower.
“I used to be a lot skinnier.”
He glances up but then resumes his inspection. “Asha, you’re so perfect.” Then he shrugs. “Well, you’re still on the skinny side.”
I laugh. “No, I’m not.”
He shakes his head as he smiles at my breasts. “I love your curves, your little body.”
He said love and I’m shocked. I’m not sure how to handle that word, here, with Ryder. I can’t get my heart involved. I can’t.
The problem is, I think it’s already involved.
I probably won’t walk away from this deal unscathed. So I’m just going to have to toughen up. Build walls around my heart.
But when I look at him, I forget all of that.
“Can I see your back? Oh! Sorry. Do you want to be in the water?”
He smiles. “You aren’t in the water.”
“Yeah, but I’m hogging the area.”
He shrugs. “I’ll wait. And you can see my back after I see yours.”
I roll my eyes. “You are so bossy.” But I slowly turn, tugging my hair over my shoulder, making sure I still can see him as I bare my back.
His jawline kicks and his focus is even more intense as his gaze dips to my backside.
“You have the greatest little ass.”
I try to glance down. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Again, his voice is raw. Really raw.
He likes my body. He said he loves it. And this deal might be easier to break than I thought.
Right here, with him looking at me, I think I’m ready to have sex. Surprisingly, I can feel my own liquid on my inner thighs. My clitoris is throbbing. I can have sex. I can lose my virginity right here and now.
I’ve never seduced a man, but I can try. And if I get what I bargained for soon, then I won’t end up falling in love with a man who would probably laugh at my overly romantic tendencies.
But, something inside me nags, he likes more than my body. I think he likes me. And he made that promise to go to the powwow with me. That’s four months away. But he couldn’t have meant it.
I glance at the word honorem scribbled across part of his upper stomach.
Could he have meant it?
I can’t risk my heart if he didn’t.
So I’m going to seduce him.
“Ryder?”
He slowly nods, not taking his gaze from my ass.
“If we didn’t have the deal, what would you do to me? Now?”
His nostrils flare. “My hands would be on your hips, on your butt. I’d feel you with my palms and fingers. I’d memorize the way your tiny waist dips in, the way your hips flare out.” He glances up at me, licking his lips. “Then I’d flatten my hands against your stomach and climb up to your gorgeous breasts, cupping and caressing them, rubbing your nipples. I’d hope it would feel so good that you’d arch your back, your ass pressed against me, my cock straining—” he closes his eyes. “Jesus, I could write a bad romance.”
I throatily chuckle, praying the sound is sexy. “I liked it. And I would never call that a bad romance. Maybe because I read romances myself.”
He shutters his lids open. “Yeah? My sister does too.”
“You don’t?”
He doesn’t answer but just looks at my butt again. Yes, I’m going to seduce him by doing exactly what he just said. I arch my back, pushing my bent ass toward him, knowing that part of Caterina is exposed to him. His erection twitches and grows right in front of me, and already his size was massive. I know. I’m a doctor. But he’s swelling even more, the glans penis or what people call the head of him, is turning purplish. He makes fists at his sides.
“What do you want to do to me, Ryder?” I tilt my backside at him even more but am met full-force with water in my face.
I have to straighten and wipe my eyes, getting out of the spray. When I glance at Ryder, he’s trying not to laugh.
“Serves you right, little vixen, trying to seduce me like that.”
I purse my lips. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”
He frowns but it’s momentary. A grin spreads across his face soon enough. “Let’s wash up. I’m going to need to since I broke out in a sweat, no thanks to you.”
I shrug and get my hair wet, letting the water wash over me as I grab one of Ryder’s all-in-one shampoo and conditioner combos which will probably dry out my tresses. What is it with men, buying the worst stuff for their hair but it’s always healthy and soft?
Without talking, Ryder and I switch sides while I wash my hair and he’s getting wet. I thought he was gorgeous when he was dry but wet is simply gobsmacking.
He’s soaping his body. My hair is piled on my head, all sudsy, when out of my uncensored mouth comes a question I’m dying to know, but should know better than to ask. “Will you get epididymal hypertension after this?”
He glances at me then down his body at his still huge penis. “Probably. Probably get a good case of blue balls, yes.”
“It does hurt, right?”
He shrugs, washing under his arms, which makes his massive muscles ripple with every movement. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not going to stop me from trying to figure out a way to torture you later for pulling that stunt.”
I smile. “So it does hurt, but not a lot?”
He looks down at me, his brows knitting together. “Why?”
We switch sides again, and I’m rinsing off the shampoo-slash-conditioner, when I say, “I don’t like the idea of you in pain.”
He makes a scoffing noise. “I’ll be okay. Besides, you’ll probably get something like it too.”
I straighten and rub the water from my eyes. “Well, aren’t you a little cocky?”
He smiles. “I saw you, Asha. You’re wet. And not from the shower.”
I narrow my eyes at him but then think of a different strategy other than trying to deny the obvious. “If I suddenly disappeared, would you masturbate?”
His jawline punches. “Probably. If I suddenly disappeared, would you?”
I blink and have to look away, confessing, “Probably.”
“So you do touch yourself?”
I nod, feeling a little embarrassed. But the embarrassment washes away with Ryder’s big grin. God, he’s so beautiful when he smiles like that.
“That’s hot.”
I look away again, not necessarily from humiliation, but more…well, when he first looked at me the way he is, all I’m-going-to-eat-you-alive, I was intimidated. Now, I’m just getting further turned on. I’m so aware of the apex of my legs, of tingles of desire pulsing through the hard little nub at the base of me, and how internally I ache. My nipples are beading even though the water is warm and I’m warm too. I’m hyper-aware of my breasts, how they feel full, and there’s this sensation, the need to be touched.
“So, um, what would I have to do…” I pause, wondering if I have the guts to ask what I want. But, somehow, I do. Maybe because I want this, him, so much. “What would I have to do to watch you masturbate?”
His mouth parts a little and his warm brown eyes darken even more. “You want to watch me?”
I nod.
“Give me a sec. I’m thinking about it.”
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sp; I nod again while he’s slathering shampoo through his hair. His movements are more jerky than usual. And I wonder if his hands are shaking.
We change once more as he rinses his own hair and looks at me as he’s slick from water and smelling so clean I’m thinking about biting him. I don’t know why I have that impulse, but I do.
“I watch you first.”
I blink. “You mean, I have to…touch myself first, then you?”
He nods.
I blink again, feeling like I’m fluttering my lids as I contemplate if I can masturbate in front of him. Since I know the reward would be to watch him, I might be able to pull it off. Besides, I’m so incredibly turned on I already want to run a finger over my clit.
I swallow and nod. “Deal.”
Ryder
A few crystals of water are still clinging to the parts of Asha’s skin I can see around her towel, making her look like a sparkling goddess. She probably is. No, I know she is. She’s mesmerizing me. I’m so turned on. My dick is so hard. And I haven’t even touched her. She hasn’t touched me.
If I ever do make love to her, I might have an out-of-body experience. I might have a heart attack. I might fall in love with her.
Already, my heart, the thing I didn’t know how to access when I was around anyone except my sister, Neil, and Adam, is so affected by her.
We’re close to my bed, smiling at each other. Sometimes, we nervously laugh. And we keep looking at each other like we can’t believe what we’re doing, but we’re doing it anyway.
For me, sex has always been an ends to a means. I wanted to come and fucking was a great outlet to do that. But I’ve never felt anything like what I do for Asha. I’m smiling. I’m laughing. My heart feels like it’s beating so hard it’s etching designs into my ribs. I’m having fun. And, yes, sex is fun. But I never really made it that way. I made it about the ends—her coming then I could. So, fucking was really good, but there wasn’t this sense of play. It’s like Asha and I are playing. Not that we’re playing pretend. But that we’re having such a blast.
I don’t know. It just feels fucking fantastic.
“Can I…” I have to swallow because my voice is gravellier than usual. “Can I kiss you?”
She smiles widely. “Yes.”
I narrow the small gap between us, needing her like I’ve never needed anyone before. I’m not sure how to touch her, since she and I are only wearing towels, but my lips slam home before I can figure it out.
For a moment, I forget our deal, forget that I’m trying to win this girl over, because she feels so good as I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close, my chest against her towel-covered breasts, which I now know are fucking perfect. They’re high and round, and her nipples…In the shower, I wanted them in my mouth so bad I wondered if my muscles were fissuring, splintering apart with this want of mine.
Her tongue’s in my mouth. I’m trying to keep up with her fast and hard movements. She’s channeling her fingers through my wet hair. She pulls slightly when she makes fists. I moan and push all of my body against her, my cock against her belly. God, she feels good. So fucking good.
Somehow though, she’s pushing away.
“Hold this,” she whispers.
I’m in such a lusty haze, I do as she asks, not realizing for probably a full five seconds, that I’m holding her towel and she’s backing away from me. Naked. Her smile’s huge. While she’s naked. I wonder if she has a clue how seductive she is as she pushes her hair from her face. Naked.
God, her body. I want to touch every inch of it.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a great kisser?”
I shake my head.
She sighs as the backs of her legs bump against my bed. “You are. You make me crazy. Just from one kiss.” Her fingers trail across her full, so full lips. Her lids close like she’s savoring the memory of my kiss.
I didn’t think I could get any harder. Not without being inside her. But, fuck if my dick isn’t thickening even more. My balls are so tight. Like I might come just by watching her.
When she lowers one of her hands to the space between her breasts, I realize I really could come just by watching her. Fuck, this is hot.
“Ryder?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Do you like my breasts?” Her hand wanders to the underside of one of her globes.
“Yeah, baby. I really do. They’re so perfect.”
“What would you do if you touched them?”
“I’d want to feel you in my palm.”
She cups one of her breasts like I told her I would, and I smile at this game. Oh, am I going to play with her.
“I’d caress you.” My voice is rough and I have to clear it. “I’d gauge how you like to be touched. I’d watch you, trying to make you moan as I rubbed my palm against your hard little nipple.”
With both her hands, she moves them up and down, up and down against her beading dark pink buds. She throws her head back, moaning.
“That does feel good.”
“Not as good as my mouth.” I rake a hand through my hair as I watch her turn herself on. “I’d bend down and take your nipple in my mouth and I’d suck you. I’d suck until you arched your back, until you clamped your fists in my hair, begging me.”
She pinches both of her nipples, moaning, then asking, “Begging you for what?”
“You’d beg me to keep my mouth on you. But it feels so good you want more.”
She nods and, with her hands still on her breasts she sits on my bed, scooting back. “Yes. I want more.”
“I’ve made you jump over the cliff, where you can’t stop now. You don’t want to.”
“Yes.” Her voice is so breathy. I feel it in my spine—soft and feathery, making me ache to touch her.
She bunches pillows behind her head and lays back. Fuck, is she beautiful. From her glistening black hair to her tiny toes, she’s perfect. And the curves in between have me wishing I could kiss every inch of her.
“Tell me what more I want,” she says.
“You want me to touch your Caterina.”
She smiles. “Call it something else now. She’s different when I’m turned on.”
I lick my lips as she bends her knees. She’s not letting me see anything, her legs glued together, but I think she will. Knowing that, hoping for that, I have to swallow yet again, my body humming with too much energy, too much lust.
“You want me to touch your pussy.”
She arches her head back. “Yes.” Slowly, she parts her legs. Only a little. At the same time her hand is sliding along her belly, tunneling through her dark, glossy pubic hair to her sex. She feathers a light stroke against her clit, making her moan.
“I circle that little nub.”
She moans again.
“Sometimes, I rub right against it.”
She does as I say and her legs twitch.
“I circle and rub then explore your pussy. I touch your soft hair. Your folds. And I always go back to touching your clit.”
Her legs open more, letting me watch as she follows my words. She’s so wet, glistening. Her legs are shaking by the time she touches that little pink button of hers.
“Then I kiss my way down your body. I’d kiss every inch of you while I’m circling your clit.”
Her breath is quickening, and her legs open wider.
“Finally, I’d kiss your pussy, right where my fingers had been.”
Her hips buck.
“I’d lick you, Asha. God, would I lick you. I’d find you all over again with my mouth. I’d savor your taste. I’d get so fucking turned on as you thrust against my face.”
She’s moaning, her hips rocking.
“Then I’d slowly explore your opening. With my tongue.”
She doesn’t move away from her clit, as she asks, while huffing for air, “You would?”
“Yeah, baby.” I’m hoping she’ll do as I advised, but she’s not moving from her clit.
She shakes her
head slightly. “I—I’ve never—I’ve never touched myself there.” Her voice is altered, like she’s unsure, like I’m turning her off.
I really don’t want that.
“I would only skim my tongue across you.”
“Oh.” Her voice is breathy again and she’s lifting her head, watching me. But then she runs a finger over the outside of her channel. She doesn’t press in, she’s just exploring. And moaning. Like she didn’t know touching herself there could feel that good. She probably didn’t.
She’s feeling her inner lips, moaning even more. When she goes back to sliding right over her opening, her hips buck.
“Would you—would you push a finger inside me?”
“Only if you wanted me to.”
She’s writhing now. One hand on her clit, the other exploring the soft rosy flesh of her sex. But she lifts her head again, looking at me. “I’m scared it’ll hurt.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t have to. I just have to be slow. Careful.” As a doctor she knows, I’m sure, many of the myths about female virgins. Well, I remember finding out about several during my rotation through gynecology. Like the fact that virgins don’t have to bleed their first time. That often why they bleed is because the guy isn’t ensuring the woman is properly turned on. And many women have some of their hymens until the day they die. Also, sex for the first time doesn’t have to hurt. At all.
“Slow,” she whispers. “Careful.” She leans her head back on the pillow and slowly rubs up and down her opening. She’s not touching too hard, but it’s making her rock her hips. The moans she’s emitting are driving me crazy, making me crave to be between her legs and show her how soft my tongue could be.
Gingerly, she presses the very tip of her finger inside. Her moan is really loud now.
“It’s good. So good.”
“Fuck, yeah. It’s good. You’re so beautiful, Asha. So fucking beautiful.”
