Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ryder
I carried Lindsay into the bathroom and then slowly lowered her to her feet. The thought of her naked and soapy made the hard-on I was already sporting strain against my zipper, now reaching the painful point.
Still, I resolved to take my time, and to let her decide how far we went, even if it meant spending the rest of the day with the worst case of blue balls ever. She blinked up at me, her face adorably streaked with blue, pink, yellow, and orange paint. Several strands of hair had spilled from her ponytail, each of them different colors as well.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip as her gaze raked over me and I bit back a groan. I double-checked the door was locked, then I turned back to Lindsay, eager to pick up where we’d left off.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked her as I backed her against the wall. I undid her ponytail, pushing my fingers into the silky strands as I captured her lips with mine.
She dragged her fingernails down my back and I pressed her flatter to the wall as I rolled my tongue over hers.
I flicked the button of her jeans and slowly slid them down her hips, my pulse pounding harder and faster at the sight of the tiny lacy panties. She stepped out of her pants and I released a harsh exhale. I flung the fabric aside and ran my hands up the outside of her thighs as I straightened. “So fucking sexy.”
When I reached the tiny string holding up her underwear, I hooked my thumb through it, twisting the fabric around my finger and palming her ass as I brought her against me and took my turn at biting that full lower lip she often gnawed on.
She undid the button and zipper of my jeans, and I couldn’t hold back the groan that came out as I sprang free of the tight fabric. She cupped me over my boxer briefs and I arched into her touch.
Afraid I’d explode if I didn’t keep control—like that was even possible with a half-naked Lindsay—I encircled both of her wrists in one of my hands. I lifted her arms over her head, pinning them to the wall as I peppered kisses over her jaw, down the column of her neck, over the swell of her breasts.
Sparks of light danced across my vision as she writhed against me, and thanks to the rapid breaths sawing in and out of my mouth, lightheadedness set in.
With my free hand, I undid the clasp of her bra. I released my grip on her wrists, and as she lowered her arms, her bra slid down to the floor. Then she shimmied out of her panties, the movement so sexy that I stopped breathing altogether.
Words escaped me. I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it. After taking a few extra seconds to appreciate the view, I bent my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
She whimpered and gripped a fistful of my hair, and the world around us spun. I gave the same treatment to the other breast, not wanting it to feel left out.
“Ryder.” My name came out on a breath, hardly any sound behind it.
“Hmm. Having my name panted is definitely a turn on, but I still need to find out what makes you scream it.” I reached inside the shower and turned on the water to give it a chance to get nice and warm.
Lindsay dragged her fingertips down my chest, so torturously slow that I saw black for a moment. She helped me out of my boxers, then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, teasing my tongue with hers.
I stumbled toward the shower, taking her with me as I stepped into the hot spray. “Is the temperature okay?”
“I’m burning up, but I don’t think it’s the water.” Pink crept into her cheeks, like she was embarrassed by the remark.
“I’m right there with you.” I dragged my finger down, between her breasts, over her belly button, between her thighs. She gasped, her entire body shuddering, and I circled her clit a couple of times before withdrawing. “I forgot, this shower was supposed to be about getting clean, not dirty.”
She smacked my arm, the water making a loud slap against my skin. I grabbed the bar of soap and slicked it over her. The bubbles turned colors and then slowly slid down her body, going all the places I wanted to.
I turned her around and got my first look at the tattoo I’d glimpsed that first night in the tutoring center, along with her perfect bare ass. I traced the bright, watercolor dandelion tattoo that started on the right side of her lower back, with the fuzzy, colorful seeds drifting up toward the center of her spine and floating up it, where they eventually morphed into colorful birds.
Then I wrapped my arm across her shoulders and pulled her to me, my dick pressing against her ass as I kissed her neck.
I swiped the soap across her breasts once more for good measure—never mind that there’d never been any paint there—before spinning her back to face me and extending the sudsy bar to her.
Her expression turned deliciously evil as she took her sweet time soaping me up, occasionally using her hand to wipe at the bubbles, going a little lower on my abdomen each time.
Then she set the soap aside and gripped the base of my shaft with her slick hand, stroking it once, twice…until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I kissed her hard, pushing her back against the tile, basking in the way her skin slid against mine. I reached between her thighs to finish what I’d started. With every whimper, I moved a little faster, drawing her right to the edge before plunging one finger inside.
She cried out my name and my blood turned liquid hot, zinging through my veins as most of it headed south. I added another finger while I continued circling my thumb.
A couple more pumps and she came, her muscles clenching around me as she screamed out my name again.
“That’s it,” I said, smothering her cries with my mouth. She clung to me, her breasts rising and falling against my chest as her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“So…” I worked to regain control of my breathing, but it wasn’t really possible. I swept the wet strands of hair off her face. “We can call it a night, or—”
“Are you kidding me?” Her eyes locked on mine. “You have approximately two seconds to find a condom and screw me.”
My cock leaped at the suggestion, every inch of me wanting to do just that, but I did my best to keep my features neutral. “Or what?”
She ran her finger across the bottom of my abdomen, mere inches from my rock-hard dick. Then she grazed the length of it, and I had to brace my hands on the wall on either side of her to keep my knees from buckling. “Trust me, you don’t want to find out.”