Allison

Instant Gratification

Ridge’s tongue has officially licked every inch of my body. I am addicted—pure and simple. This man makes me feel alive in a way I can’t explain. Looking into his eyes as he pounds into me mercilessly, I lose control and yell out his name for the third time in two hours. The orgasms he gives me take my breath away—I. Cannot. Breath. I’m afraid if I take a breath, the intensity will lessen, and it will end too soon.

Not that it matters, he has proven that he has miraculous stamina. This man can make me cum over and over. I always thought I was a once-and-done kind of girl.

I was wrong.

A drop of sweat falls from his chin and rolls down my cheek as he continues to thrust in and out until he, too, cums undone with a roar. I tip my hips up to meet his last thrust and take as much of him as possible, and even that isn’t enough. I want to be closer, more connected, more entwined with him. I want to feel what he’s feeling, know what he’s thinking, give him anything and everything he needs.

Is this the insta-love I read about in books? Or perhaps it’s insta-lust? Either way, there is a connection here that cannot be ignored.

His mouth finds mine, and I taste the saltiness of our combined sweat when he kisses me and falls to his side pulling me on top of him. I lay my cheek on his chest, but he lifts my head up with one hand on each side of my face to look at me.

“You,” he says shaking his head back and forth still trying to catch his breath. “You are amazing.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’ve been doing most of the work for the past hour, or has it been two? I think I should be saying that to you.”

He pulls me against him sliding my slick body up so I can nuzzle his neck. “No, you do something to me, it’s different. We could do this all day and night and never get enough. And it’s not just this. I’m curious about every aspect of you. I want to know you, Allison. And not just the brief everyday things, I want to know your deepest, darkest fears and secrets, your desires and dreams, and your goals. How am I going to learn all of that in two days?”

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had a man say things like that to me before. Usually, it’s dinner and a movie, sex, repeat—meaningless, casual relationships for me. But this man has broken my foundation, and I can’t find my footing.

“I don’t know.” I am not a crier at all. I pride myself on holding my shit together in front of people. So when I feel hot tears pooling in my eyes, I’m surprised. And when those tears fall down my face onto Ridge’s neck, I’m startled.

“Angel, are you,” he lifts me up, and I look away embarrassed of my tears. This is stupid. I just met the man yesterday, and now I’m blubbering in his bed about leaving him. “Are you crying? Oh, don’t, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He folds me into his arms and rolls me to the side facing him.

I wipe the tears away and bite my lip hard to keep any more from coming. “You didn’t upset me. The situation is upsetting. This is all so intense. I’ve never felt this way before.”

He brushes the damp hair off of my face and tucks it behind my ear before cupping my cheek in his strong hand. I turn to kiss his palm, and he groans. “I will figure this out. I’ll find a way for us to continue getting to know each other, I promise.” I nod and cuddle closer. His tone is no nonsense and confident, but I don’t see any way for this to work. I live in New York, David is there, my job is there, and Ridge’s private, under-the-radar life is here in Montana. He hates the city, and I’m bound to it. We’re going to have to enjoy what time we have together before I go home and leave it at that.

“But for right now, we need a bath. I’ll be right back.” He slips out of bed, and I watch his perfect ass and muscular back walk away disappearing into the bathroom. I want him again already—how is that possible? He just made love to me for two hours straight, rubbing, stroking, licking, sucking, and caressing every single part of me until I felt like I’d spontaneously combust. How can I possibly want more?

I don’t know, but I do.

I hear the water running and Ridge shuffling around for a few minutes before he returns. I start to get out of bed, but he scoops me up before my feet hit the ground. He carries me like I weigh nothing into the bathroom and places me in the filling tub.

I watch him move around the room placing towels on a bench next to the foot of the tub and sprinkling bath salts in the water. When there is enough water in the tub, he shuts off the faucet and smiles a small, seductive smile before sliding in behind me.

“I could kidnap you and hold you prisoner in my penthouse forever.”

“That’s your solution?” I ask sliding my hands down his muscular thighs.

“I could hire a witch to cast a spell on you making you forget your past.”

“My brother would be an orphan.”

“True. Okay, how about this? I could fly him out here, explain that you’re suffering from amnesia after the witch makes you forget your past, and tell him I have to take care of you forever, so he will be moving to Montana.”

“If I forget my past, I forget you.”

“Stop being so difficult. I’ll make sure you remember everything from last night until now.”

“My brother won’t want to live in Montana, and what about my job?”

He sighs and slips his hands around to cup my breasts. “You don’t think he would like Montana?”

It’s hard to concentrate on his fantasy remedies for our distance problem when he’s caressing my breasts and rolling my nipples in his fingers.

“He’s uh, he’s a city boy. That’s the only life he knows, and his friends are all there.” I cover his hands with mine. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

I feel a rumble in his chest when he chuckles behind me. “That’s the idea, angel.”

“Do you want to work on our problem or do other things?”

“Are you kidding?”

“No.”

“Let’s do other things. Although, working on our problem could lead to us doing other things in the future.”

“Hmm, instant or delayed gratification? Decisions, decisions.”

“I’m pretty sure we can do both. First, I’m going to take you from behind in this tub and then we are going to get out, and I’ll bend you over in the shower over there.” He points to the stone shower a few feet away. “And lick you until you cum at least twice, maybe three more times. Then you’re going to kneel down and suck me off, and we will have dinner in bed while I think of more things to instantly gratify us. All the while, in the back of my mind, I will be figuring out what to do about the future.”

“That’s quite the elaborate plan, but I like it.”

“I thought you would.”

“So when do we start?”

“Right…” He slides his hands under my ass lifting me up while I grab the sides of the tub. “Now.” One hand leaves my ass and guides his thick hard cock to my entrance, and he lowers me down until he’s buried deep. I grip the sides of the tub, and he moves me up and down occasionally stopping to slip his hand around and stroke my clit until I’m there again. Breathless and panting, we cum together, our cries and moans echoing off the walls.

The rest of the evening goes as planned. When we fall onto the mattress hours later, I am so sated and exhausted I set three alarms to wake me in the morning for the photo shoot.

Instant gratification was a total success.

Delayed gratification plans, not so much.