Chapter 2

I barely resist stomping my foot like a little brat and sticking my tongue out. I watch him, knowing he’s not doing what he wants and is instead doing what he thinks he should do. Well, we’ll see how long that lasts for him.

“When you change your mind, you know where to find me,” I tell him, walking out of his garage and leaving him with an eyeful of ass as I walk away, swaying my hips the whole damn time. I look over my shoulder before stepping into my yard, pleased that he’s watching me, and even more pleased at the hungry look on his face and the way he’s clenching his fists.

Keep fighting it, Ryder baby. Let’s see how long you can last.

I give him a wink and a flirty wave before grabbing the hose and filling a bucket. It’s time to put on a show. He’s still eyeing me warily as I carry the hose and my bucket of soapy water to my car that’s parked in the drive. When I bend over and start running the sponge over the hood, I hear him mutter something before turning his back on me. I smile and keep scrubbing.

The cleaner my car gets, the dirtier and wetter I get, and the more he keeps stealing heated looks when he thinks I’m not watching. But I am definitely watching. I can’t take my eyes off that bare chest of his, and by the time my car is squeaky clean, I’m fucking soaked and it has nothing to do with the water from the hose and everything to do with my throbbing, aching pussy.

Ryder leans against his car with his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me as I rinse off the last of the soap. With his eyes still on me, I turn the hose on my body, soaking my tiny, white bikini until I’m dripping wet. The cold water and heat from his gaze have my nipples trying to poke right through the thin, wet fabric.

His eyes run over me, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a stern look on his face, and the way he’s clenching his jaw has me worried he might actually crack a damn tooth. I smile when I see the obvious bulge in his pants, and then I let out a soft moan when I realize how damn big it is. Unable to resist what is obviously an invitation, I turn the hose off and walk over to him. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps running his eyes over me and scowling.

“See something you like, Ryder?” I ask and give him a wink.

“You are a wicked, wicked girl,” he groans, keeping his arms crossed against his chest and his hands gripping his large biceps. I wonder if it’s to keep himself from reaching out for me.

I smile and run my hands over my tits, squeezing them in my hands and letting the smooth, wet skin spill over. He swallows and lets out a soft groan.

“It’s your fault. If you would stop being such a stubborn ass, then I wouldn’t have to be so wicked.”

I give my hard nipples a pinch and gasp at how fucking good it feels. When he makes no move to stop me, I step closer and slide my hand down my wet stomach and into my bikini bottoms, moaning when I feel how wet I am.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters and puts his arms down, gripping his car in his powerful hands as I press my wet body to his. He doesn’t touch me, but he doesn’t stop me or ask me to leave, so I do the only thing I can do. I slide my finger into my wet, bald, little pussy and start to fuck myself.

My face is even with his muscled pecs, and when I run my tongue over his sweaty, tanned skin, he groans, and I swear I feel his cock grow even bigger, a thing I hadn’t thought possible a few seconds ago.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls at me, and I smile at how strained his voice sounds. He’s close to the edge, and I’m damn well going to push him off it.

“You won’t fuck me, Ryder, so I have to fuck myself.”

“Against me?” he asks, and the shock in his voice makes me laugh.

“Stop turning me on so much, and I’ll stop having to do things like this. You bring this on yourself, Ryder, when you walk around shirtless.” I lick his pec again. “How the hell am I supposed to resist all this toned flesh?”

I kiss his chest and fuck myself harder, not even caring if the neighbors across the street can see. I’d happily let Ryder fuck me right here, right now, and I wouldn’t give a shit if the whole damn neighborhood watched. All I care about is getting him inside me. I run my free hand along his back and bring my wet fingers to my clit, moaning when I start to rub myself in tight, fast circles. The scent of him surrounds me, and it’s quickly bringing me to the breaking point.

When I’m close, I drag my nails over his back, wanting him to touch me, but he refuses, so I let out an angry groan that quickly turns into a scream of pleasure when I start to cum hard. My knees buckle and threaten to give out, but I hang on, fucking myself until I’m shaking and whimpering and my poor little clit is too sensitive to touch. When the last of the aftershocks have gone, I let out a happy sigh and press my forehead to his chest, trying to get my breathing under control.

“Feel better?” he asks, and he does not sound pleased at all.

I look up to see his blue eyes staring daggers at me. I’m still feeling a bit giddy from my orgasm, so I laugh and shake my head yes. I give his chest another kiss and dance my fingers along the scratches I left on his back.

“Yes, I feel so much better, thank you.” “Go home, Roxie,” he growls at me.

I bring the hand that’s not still buried in my pussy to his thick cock and give him a squeeze. “Too bad you still think I’m too young. I have a feeling you might really like my tight, virgin pussy.”

I swear to god he actually growls at me, and the vein in his neck is ticking like crazy. I laugh and slide my hand out of my bikini bottoms. He eyes my glistening fingers like a starving man, and when I run them over his chest, leaving a trail of my juices all over his muscled pecs, the look of absolute shock he gives me has me laughing even harder. I blame it on the orgasm I just had while pressed against his body. It’s making me crazy bold.

“My cum looks good on you, Ryder.” Before he can say anything, I blow him a kiss and start to back away. “I’ll be in the pool if you change your mind about fucking my little untouched cunt.”

When I turn around so my back is to him, I hook the tiny scrap of wet fabric that’s barely covering my ass and slide it between my cheeks, giving myself a thong and him one hell of a view all at the same time. I give my bare ass a wiggle before skipping back into my own yard. I wonder how long it will take for him to chase me.