Page 48 of Wicked Games
“I don’t know why I chose that name. It just came to me,” Ryder said, sounding embarrassed. “You were supposed to be thinking about me licking the dragon and not get hung up on the name I assigned him.”
Ryder’s words evoked memories of him lazily licking and kissing the dragon to arouse me before sex, and afterward, he cleaned the cum he made me shoot all over my chest with his tongue.
“Now, you’re remembering,” Ryder said huskily. “Remember the one time you came so hard you nearly put Dudley’s eye out?”
“We’re not calling him that,” I said firmly. Then I noticed the tiny amount of material he held in his hand. “What’s in your hand? One of those little cock pocket sling thingies?”
Ryder loosened his hand and held up a turquoise blue triangle for swim trunks. “It’s a Speedo.”
“And how are you going to get all of that,” I said, gesturing to his well-endowed genitals, “inside the tiny triangle.”
“Not very easily now since you’ve made me recall my fondest memories with Dudley.”
“Should I go down and grab us a hammock so you have time to get your dick under control and stuff it in your trunks?”
“I’ll be just fine. Put on a T-shirt or something,” Ryder said, sitting on the bed to slide his Speedo up his long, toned legs.
“Yes. I know just the thing.” I retrieved my favorite shirt and said, “There. All ready.”
Ryder looked up and noticed my Versailles shirt. His blue eyes went soft, and a sweet smile stretched across his face.
“I’m going to get a toothache just from looking at your smile,” I told him. “It’s not quite as fun wearing this shirt when you don’t want to rip it off me.”
“Lucky, I want to rip it off you but for totally different reasons.”
“I don’t think the reasons were that different the other day. Sure, you were pissed I took your shirt, but you were pretty damn eager to take it off to get to….”
“Dudley,” Ryder said. “Among other things.” He stood and tugged his Speedo up until it was in place. He reached inside his swim briefs to situate everything, and a soft whimper escaped my throat. “Later, Lucky. Let’s go down to the pool.”
“At least my swim trunks cover the love bite you left on my inner thigh,” I told him, tracing the curve of the bruise I’d left on his hip bone. “Yours is on full display.”
“It’s barely showing.”
“It will draw every eye right to it,” I said, sounding like a pouty brat.
“Only you get to touch and taste,” he said, appeasing me.
Ryder pulled on his own T-shirt, and we both put on shorts to cover our trunks for the walk through the hotel lobby. The Four Seasons’ large swimming pool was separate from the shallow section of water weaving around palm trees. Tied to the trees were swinging hammocks big enough for two, but you had to wade through the water to reach them. We stripped down to our swimwear and left our discarded clothes on a lounge chair then hopped into the water and waded over to a hammock.
“This seems sexy, but I wonder if getting in it will be harder than it looks?” Ryder asked, studying it.
“Only one way to find out,” I said, deciding I’d go first. I sat carefully on the edge and waited for it to stop rocking then turned my body while swinging my legs up and over. The hammock swung hard the other way and dumped me into the water with a splash. I stood up, sputtering because water had gone up my nose. “You think you can do it better?” I asked Ryder, who was doubled over laughing at me.
“After watching you? Yeah.” Ryder started like me, but he swung one leg over at a time, keeping his plant foot on the bottom of the pool until he was balanced. Then he tucked his arms under his head and aimed a cocky smile at me. “Piece of cake.”
I wanted to wipe the smugness from Ryder’s face, so I gripped the edge of the hammock, pulled it up fast, and dumped him out on the other side.
Ryder stood up, shaking the water from his hair and glaring at me. “I’m going to get you back for that.”
My eyes landed on the way Ryder’s Speedo clung to his package, and I figured seeing him and not being able to touch him was punishment enough. “Do your worst, love.”
The third attempt was successful. Ryder and I lay at opposite ends of the hammock so we could eye-fuck each other. I mapped out everything I was going to do to him as soon as we were alone again. I reached for the foot closest to me and began massaging it. Ryder’s eyes grew heavy-lidded, but he still reached for my foot to return the favor. I shook my head, and a knowing smile crossed his face. I expected Ryder to reach for my foot and test his theory, but he stroked my calf instead until he fell asleep. I was nearly there too but fought to stay awake so we wouldn’t miss our dinner reservation.
I didn’t have my watch on, but I could tell from the sun’s position we only had about an hour to get up to our room, shower, change, and be at the restaurant. I wanted to crawl across the hammock and kiss him awake, but we’d both end up in the water and potentially drown Ryder in the process. I pinched his big toe then scraped my thumb along the arch of his foot until his eyelashes fluttered open and his gorgeous baby blues looked at me.
“Time to go up and get ready for dinner, love.”
Ryder smiled and stretched which caused the hammock to swing. It wasn’t enough to tip us over, so I leaned my body to help it along.Splash.Our laughter echoed off the concrete and carried on the wind by the swaying palms.Lord, how much I missed this man.