When I’m within reach, Rick hauls me into his arms and crushes his mouth to mine. I cry out in surprise, but it only serves to give him access as he licks into my mouth. I cling to him, my hands caught between our bodies as we devour each other again.
When I pull back to suck in a breath, Rick rips my oversized T-shirt up over my head and tosses it to the floor. I rake my nails down his hard abs and then up underneath the hem of his own T-shirt before pushing it up as high as I can before he reaches behind his neck and grabs the collar to pull it over his head in that sexy way men do.
He glances up at the row of windows that sits over the kitchen sink and looks out onto the backyard. My house is a mirror image of his own that is just next door, so he knows exactly what the view looks like. Most especially because he bought both of the new builds before Rachel and I moved down. But what he sees now, I don’t know. What I do know is that the faraway look on his face has me worried.
“Rick?”
He turns his attention back to me but still doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pulls me back into his arms, lifting me up by his firm grip on my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist. His steps are sure and even as he carries me up the stairs and directly to my bedroom. When we cross the threshold, Rick kicks the door closed with his booted foot and then proceeds to where my bed sits against the far wall and drops me onto the mattress. I land with a bounce.
“Lie back,” he orders as he toes off his boots and socks.
I scramble back on the bed and sprawl out on the pillows in nothing but a pair of bright paisley leggings and a lace bra. Rick opens the front of his jeans with a quick flick of his wrist and pushes them down his thighs, letting his long, hard cock spring free, making my mouth go dry. There always was and always will be something about Rick that checks all my boxes unlike anyone else.
“See something you like?” he asks me, and I can’t do anything but nod. “Then I guess we’ll have to do something about that.”
And then he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me down the bed. I grab onto the white wrought-iron spirals of the headboard to hold myself where I was. When Rick sees me sprawled out like that, there’s a twinkle in his eye I don’t quite understand.
“I like where you’re going with this,” he says critically as he pulls my leggings down my legs. Before I can even blink, he’s straddling my belly and using my leggings to tie my wrists to the headboard.
“Rick?” I ask, suddenly nervous. There’s something about being at his mercy that makes me feel vulnerable and a little uneasy.
Instead of answering me with words, Rick presses his mouth to mine and licks inside, letting his tongue meet mine. When I feel myself melting into his kiss, he pulls his mouth away so he’s free to kiss and lick and nip his way down the column of my neck and over my collarbone.
With nothing but an index finger, Rick hooks the top of the lace cup of my bra and pulls it down, bunching the material under my breast and exposing my nipple to the cool air. He gently circles the tiny peak, making me gasp out loud. Stolen moments with Rick are often hard and fast, not slow and sensual.
Rick pulls down the second cup, but instead of his finger, he rolls the tight bud into his hot mouth. I reach for him, wanting to pull him closer to me, but I’m caught in the tangled web he’s made out of my leggings and my lies.
He looks up at me as he kisses between my breasts and down my belly, stopping just above my navel. His eyes glitter with excitement and challenge as he watches me pull against my bonds, and I feel his smile pull across my belly.
Rick continues to slither down my body, and I have a pretty good idea of where he’s headed. My heart beats faster in my chest, and my palms are slick. It’s been a long time since someone worshiped my body like this, since someone took their time mapping every inch of my skin and making me come alive, and that person was the same one pushing my legs wider so he can settle in between them.
“Hey!” I call out when he rips my panties in two.
“You don’t need them.” He tosses the shredded lace away.
“But I liked them!”
“You’ll like this more,” he says.
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can speak a single word, Rick steals all thought from my head with a swipe of his tongue up my center. He licks me slow and sweet over and over before finally rolling his tongue over my clit, only to repeat the process all over again.
My climax rolls over me slowly and gently. My inner walls flutter softly, and my skin flushes. I relax against the ties that bind me, thinking Rick will come join me now.
Only, I was wrong. I was so wrong. The sweet, tender evening is over, only I have yet to figure out the rules of the game.
“Tell me why,” he implores me in a voice so soft I almost don’t hear him.
“What?” I ask, thinking surely he didn’t use this moment to manipulate me and my emotions.
“Tell me why you left me,” he says just as quietly as he spoke before.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Then again,” he says just before he sucks my clit into his mouth and spears my pussy with two fingers.
“Rick,” I cry out, but it’s no use. His motions are sending sparks shooting all over my body, and as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, I come again, only this time there’s a fierceness to it. It wasn’t nice, but it was everything I’m feeling in this moment.
As Rick crawls up beside me, I think he’s going to let me go, that his game is finally over, but when he leans back and reaches into my bedside drawer, I know it’s not, because until this moment, I thought I was the only person who knew what was kept hidden in the back of that drawer.
