I pull my hands away immediately. “It’s OK, honey, we don’t have to…”
She slaps my shoulder. “Ow!” I say.
“I didn’t mean stop groping me, dummy. I meant stop saying nice things.”
8
Ridley
Crosby looks confused. I’ve confounded him.
“I’m not used to guys being nice to me when we’re alone.”
He blinks up at
me like he’s thinking for a beat. “Come here to me,” he says, pulling me down onto his lap so I’m sitting on one of his bare thighs while my legs rest across his other massively muscled leg. His hard cock is squeezed between us, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Tell me what they say.”
I bite my bottom lip and look down, covering my breasts. “He…liked to call me names when we were alone. He said it was just dirty talk and that everybody does it. Like…” I swallow, hardly believing that I’m going to tell him this. “He liked to call me a ‘spoiled slut,’ ‘mean girl whore,’ ‘slutty little queen bee.’ I think it made him feel powerful, given who I am. Whose daughter I am. His dad is on the board of directors of Daddy’s company. I guess he thinks I give a shit about that power struggle. I didn’t like the way he talked at first. But then I got used to it. I thought it was just part of sex.”
Crosby wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder. “Only if that’s what you want. I’m sorry that happened to you. You don’t deserve that.”
I heave a sigh. “How do you know what I do and don’t deserve?”
“Because you’re a human being and nobody deserves to be treated like that. And beyond that, you’re a good person.”
“You barely know me. I don’t want to brag but I’m kind of feared in certain circles.”
He chuckles and once again it ripples pleasingly across my skin. “Good people can be scary. It just means you know what you want and you’re in charge of your life.”
“Everybody thinks that but I’m not.”
Crosby squeezes me so sweetly that a tear forms in my eye. “You practically ordered me to kiss you.”
“Your tee-shirt made me angry, which sometimes translates to horny.”
This makes him laugh, which makes me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. Happy. Hearing Crosby laugh makes me happy. Knowing I did that, makes me even happier.
I carefully swivel on his lap until I’m straddling his hips. “I do know what I want. I don’t want to talk anymore.”
Crosby groans and slides his mouth over my nipple, his tongue teasing it while his one arm supports my lower back and his free hand plays with and cups my other breast. I moan and tug at his hair. He responds with a nip of his teeth — that charming, slightly crooked front tooth scraping my skin making me quiver. His hand slides down to my ass, then back around until he’s reaching between us to cup my pussy. I moan his name. His teeth on my nipples and his hands urgently petting my core almost have me falling to pieces.
“Let me get wrapped up while you take off the rest of those cute little pajamas.”
A moment later I’m back on his lap on the edge of the bed, both of us naked, bared to each other. Crosby slides into me with a gentle persistence. “Ridley. Oh my god. You’re so fucking tight.”
Crosby’s eyes lock on mine like he’s daring me to look away.
“You feel so good wrapped around me. So perfect. You’re perfect just the way you are, do you know that? Perfect for me.”
It’s too much. Too much earnestness. His gaze is too intense.
He’s making me feel things.
I barely know him and he’s looking at me like…like…he sees me.
At the joining of our sexes, it’s the sweetest friction. I move up and down on him as our pleasure heightens and pushes us toward orgasm. It’s just biology, I tell myself. Chemical reactions. He’s kidding himself if he thinks his feelings for me are real. He’s going to be disappointed if he thinks this is going to mean anything. I don’t have these kinds of feelings about people.
The way he’s looking into my eyes, I get the sense of how he sees me. He’s looking at me with nothing but care and worship mixed in with the lust.