Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(75)
That had been no toy.
Ryder.
When she tried to stand up and turn around, her body began to shake. Her legs folded beneath her, but before she could hit the floor, he lifted her into his arms and pulled off her blindfold. Tears mingled with sweat, drenching her face. Relief and euphoria overcame her, and she tucked her face against the dusting of hair on his chest and wept.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, but I think it was better this way. If you expected me to come inside, you would have just tensed up, and it would have hurt worse.”
“I’m okay. I don’t know why I’m crying. You were—”
“Come on, Baby. Let’s go take a shower.”
Outside the sauna, the cool night breeze made her aware of the sweat coming from every pore of her body. He carried her inside quickly, and soon they were in his bathroom.
“Can you stand?”
She nodded, still a bit shaky, although losing her virginity hadn’t hurt as much as the paddle he’d used the first night they’d played together.
I’m no longer a virgin. A giggle bubbled up and she gazed at Ryder who looked as if she’d suddenly lost her mind.
“Ryder, for someone who says he’s never taken a girl’s virginity before, you sure are good at it.”
“What?”
“I’ve heard how some men just charge in like bulls with no regard to the woman’s body or emotions, but you gave me an incredible orgasm first, which made all the difference.”
His body relaxed as though an unbearable weight had been removed, and he smiled. “I’m afraid that’s a skill I will have no further use for, Red.”
“You’d better believe it.” She grabbed his hand. “Now that we’ve dispensed with that, let’s shower. I have a fantasy I want you to fulfill—one of many. But let me rinse off first.” She glanced down and saw his penis had shrunk some but still had flecks of her blood on it.
A little embarrassed to have to ask, she overcame her awkwardness. “Did you come already?”
“No. I didn’t want to prolong your pain.”
She reached up and framed his face. “If you had any clue what kind of pain I’ve had down there for more than a decade, you’d know this was nothing in comparison. I think we still have a lot of territory to cover tonight, not the least of which is making sure you have at least as many orgasms as I do.”
*
Ryder didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t appear to be in shock, but he sure as hell was. He’d tried to combine pain and pleasure for her, but seeing her blood on his cock afterward left him feeling two extremely diverse emotions. He hated that he had caused her pain, but that was coupled with intense pride that she had chosen him to be her first. Even though he thought she was excited and wet enough to take him, he’d use lube to be sure. But nothing could have kept her from bleeding. She didn’t seem nearly as upset about it as he was.
It’s done. Move on.
God, the feeling of being inside her, even for those brief moments, made him ache to be there again, but surely she’d be a little sore after that.
She set the water to the temperature she wanted, and he followed her inside the walk-in shower he’d installed. The simulated-rain showerhead delivered the best shower ever. Not like being in a real rain shower, but if he closed his eyes…
Holy f*ck. Megan had removed the G-string. Her ginger-colored short curls invited him to reach out to seek her clit again, but she moved away.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
She grinned. “Of course not. Now, let’s wash away all this sweat.”
She gave him a bottle with Forever Red on the label, and he squirted some into his hand.
Megan.
Her scent, anyway. Jesus, he needed to keep this in stock for any time she had to be away from him.
He rubbed it between his hands and reached out to smooth it onto her breasts. He probably should have started on her arms or shoulders or back, but damned if she didn’t have the sexiest breasts he’d ever seen. and he couldn’t stop touching them.
She closed her eyes and moaned. When he brushed his thumbs over her tight peaks, she leaned closer to him, and his cock stood at attention once again. Wanting to slow things down, he squirted some more and had her turn around. Starting at her shoulders, he worked his way down her alabaster skin, pausing to pay special attention to her reddened ass. The ping-pong paddle had delivered enough of a sting to give her pleasure—and Megan did respond to spankings and paddlings with pleasure—but not as much as the smaller surface of the wooden paddle he’d used before.
She picked up his bar of deodorant soap and rubbed soap between her hands before turning toward him and covering his chest with the lather. She paid careful attention to his pecs. He saw nothing wrong with equal time, loving her touch on his chest.
When she moved lower, his cock throbbed in anticipation of being stroked. Would she? He leaned back against the wall of the shower to give her full access and let her continue to wash the sweat off him. When she reached his cock, he braced against the wall. She spent a lot of time on him, first with tentative caresses and then with bolder strokes.
When she’d finished thoroughly washing him, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him toward her. He opened his eyes and saw the impish grin on her face that didn’t usually bode well. But he didn’t care. She led him under the spray of the shower, and together, they rinsed the soap off. She paid special attention to her pubic area. Better for her to do that. He’d been afraid to touch her again for fear of hurting her. Again.