Riding Ryder (8 page)

Chapter Ten

Fuck it. It had started. Caleb was heavyhearted as he left the flat. He’d hoped for a few more days before the reality of on call twenty-four hours a day while clients were there hit. But if he was truthful, he knew there could be potential problems with these particular two clients, lovely, loving, and hopeful that his help would work. He had sensed Logan’s last plea, couldn’t go back and answer him. And in all honesty better to find out earlier rather than later if Logan couldn’t hack it.

He had to change his mind-set pretty damn quick. For his client’s sake as well as his own. He ran down the stairs leading to the guest wing and knocked on a door.

A pretty blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl answered. Her short robe buttoned incorrectly, her hair standing up on end as if she’d been running her hands through it; she grabbed his hand, pulling him into the room.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” she said emotionally. “I just can’t get her to stop crying. We just can’t get it right. The more we try, the worse it is.” She sniffed, and he gave her a hug and a brief kiss on her cheek.

“Come on, Rena, you’ll be fine. Where’s Kiri?”

“In the Jacuzzi. I did like you said.”

“Come on, then.” He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. There, surrounded by bubbles, was the blonde girl’s opposite. Petite with curly black hair and skin the color of a fine chocolate, she was doing her best to smile.

“Oh, Ryder. We tried; we really did. It just won’t work. It feels wrong.”

A long night ahead, then.

“It’s not wrong. Kiri, just something new. Something different for you both, but something very precious.” He hoped his voice sounded positive, upbeat. “Okay, Rena, are you going to get into the water? Hold Kiri. You both need a hug.”

“’Kay.” She started to open her robe, but hesitated.

“You want me to turn my back until you get in?” His voice was teasing. “I will if you need me to.”

“No.” The resolution in her voice was strong. “No, I’m fine. And I want Kiri to see me come to her.”

“Atta girl,” he said as she dropped the robe and slid into the water. “Okay now. Hug.” He watched as they did, and then instead of taking off his clothes and sliding into the water with them as he normally would, he merely rolled his jeans up and sat down on the edge of the bath. As long as it didn’t jeopardize his work, he would amend his hands-on way, whenever possible, to honor Logan. “Right, let’s start at the beginning. You love each other?” he asked, although he was sure he knew the answer.

“Oh, yes.”

“Of course.”

“Well that’s the first hurdle over. So you want to show that love in a physical way?”

Nodding, they held on to each other, looking to him for guidance.

“So, what are you doing now?”

They looked at him as if he were mad. “Um. Er…”

“Hugging,” he reminded them. “And it feels good?”

“Oh, yes.” Two voices in unison.

“Right. So how about kissing each other? On the cheek. Great. Now on the lips. No tongues though, not on a first kiss.”

They both laughed, and he saw them relax.

“Spoilsport,” Kiri said. “Not even a little bit?”

He looked at them mock-sternly. “Tut tut. You want to be seen as forward? Oh, go on then, just a wee hint.”

There was a contented sigh as their lips met, and they melted toward each other. When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily.

“Oh, that’s good. Ready to move on?”

They nodded. The water frothed and swirled around them. Now relaxing, neither girl looked at him. To them, he was just their helper, their teacher. To him, their bodies were not sexual; they were his pupils, his students, and the materials he would work with.

“Okay, so shut your eyes. Touch one of your nipples; feel how good it is. Now think: the next person to touch your nipple will be your lover. Think how much better that will feel. So keep your eyes shut and try to find one of your lover’s nipples. It doesn’t matter if you can’t find it at first; think of the fun you’ll have trying. Fumbling can get you touching all sorts of interesting places.” He saw with satisfaction the laughter on their faces as they did as he bade.

“When you find that nipple, give it a gentle tweak, a little pinch. Yes, that’s good.” His voice was soft and mesmeric. “Very, very good. So now, you want to know a little bit more about that luscious body you are in love with? Of course you do. Take your hand off your own nipple. Keep caressing your lover’s. Good, just like that. Now walk your other hand down her body, under the water, until you find her clit. Okay, now move those fingers a little lower. See how nice and wet and lubricated she is? It’s so easy now to slip a finger into her and stroke. Does it feel good? Of course it does. It’s your lover you are touching; your lover who is touching you. In and out; feel her undivided attention.” He watched as they melted into each other’s touch.

“So you like this touching and finger fucking? That’s good. Shall we get out of the water now and try the next step? Gently, that’s it; hold the thought of how good you feel.” He stood up. “Don’t worry about getting dry. Your heat will dry you off in no time.” He took each girl by the hand and drew them out of the water.

Walking backward, he guided them into the bedroom, glad to see they held hands as they faced him.

“Lie down. Nice. Yeah, just look at yourselves, hot and ready for love. Those fingers are aching to be inside your lover again. But tell them to wait; there are other parts of you that want their chance.” He took Kiri’s hand. “Turn the other way; yes, like that. Now look at each other, at those gorgeous clits, ready to be nibbled and caressed. But first you know you need to put your tongues inside and taste each other.” He waited anxiously as they awkwardly shuffled until they were in the classic 69 position, wondering what would happen. He watched as two tongues hesitantly flicked out and toward their goal. Both girls groaned with happiness and desire. He let them explore and arouse for a while. Knew just when to move on.

“Okay, so far you’re both very happy. Now, let’s go face to face again. A few kisses are needed, I’m sure.” He had reached down to the side of the bed, fumbled for the dildo they had left there, and lubed it while they were engrossed in each other.

He let them kiss and fondle, while he murmured words of encouragement, wondering if Logan would still be there when he finally returned. That wasn’t going to be for a while yet, though.

“Right, my dears, now you need to fuck and be fucked. Feel something hard and demanding inside so you can go heart to heart, clit to clit. Lie side by side.” Immediately, he saw the tension in their faces. This was it. “No? You don’t want to do this? You don’t have to.”

“It’s not that we don’t want to.” Rena’s voice was heavy with desire, and she fumbled for the proper way to express their feelings. “It just feels weird, having something strapped around us. And we couldn’t do anything with it without it on one of us. So we just sort of froze having something in us that wasn’t one of us.” She shrugged.

Kiri nodded her agreement. “So I got stupid, and Rena rang you.”

“It’s not stupid. Firstly, you trust me, yes?”

Both girls nodded.

“Good, so.” He took two scarves from a drawer under the bed. “Blindfold each other.” He waited until, with nervous giggles, they complied. “No peeking now, okay? Right, lie down on your backs. Yes, like that. Hold hands if you want to. Good.” He took two small dildos from the stocked bedside table and gelled them as he spoke.

“Think of how you reacted when you fingered each other, how you got hot and aroused. How good it is to have something inside you, moving in and out, fast and slow.” He inserted a dildo into each wet pussy as he spoke, his actions echoing his words. Usually he used his fingers, but because of the way he felt about Logan, he realized this was one occasion he didn’t have to be fully hands-on. “How good is it, knowing your lover wants to make you come, and still have her hands, her mouth to touch you everywhere?” He looked to see how they were coping. So far, so good. “Your lover wants to feel you close to her, feel your nipples graze her nipples, your clit on her clit, and to share that hard, pulsating feeling inside. That’s what you’re going to get.”

Gradually he removed one of the small dildos, replacing it slowly with one side of the larger one he had gelled earlier, listening to her excited moans before repeating his actions with her lover.

“Okay?” he asked quietly, not wanting to spoil the mood.

Two soft sighs reassured him, and checking their blindfolds were still in place, he held the girls close together.

“Tell me, does that feel good? Of course it does. Touch each other’s nipples; kiss each other. Use those tongues. That’s so good. You are so right together. Can you feel it? Feel you are going to come. Well, do it, come as hard, as long, as loud as you like. Way to go, girls; way to go.”

First one girl and then the other cried out as their climaxes took them. He could see tears on both faces as he held them close together until their shuddering stopped.

“Kiri, Rena, I am very proud of you. When you are ready, take your blindfolds off.”

He watched as they did as he asked, and then looked down at the tell-tale plastic holding them together.

“What the—?”

“We did it.” Kiri’s voice was jubilant. “Rena, we did it; we fucking did it.” She looked at her lover and then at Caleb. “We bloody well did it.”

“You did,” he said with a smile.

“Well, fuck me.” There was joy in Rena’s voice. Kiri laughed.

“I just did. We just did. Um, there’s just one thing, Ryder, well, two, actually?”

“Yeah?”

“How the hell did you get it in us without us realizing? It seemed just like fingers at first. And how the hell do we get it to stay where it should like you did?”

He laughed and moved her back slightly so he could gently remove the dildo.

“That’s tomorrow’s lesson,” he said. “For the rest of tonight, just enjoy each other however seems fit. I’ll see you at ten in the morning.”

He stood up, weary, and turned to the door.

“Er, Ryder?”

He turned back.

“Seeing as it’s almost four o’clock, could you make it eleven, do you think?”

He laughed. “Eleven it is. Enjoy the rest of the night, ladies.”

Chapter Eleven

Wearily, he walked slowly along the corridor to the door to his private area. Once through, he looked at the shower room he had installed there. Had he done that unconsciously, to make a barrier between his work and home? Whatever the reason, he slipped inside, undressed, and turned on the shower. Standing beneath the spray, he flexed his shoulders. He was totally drained. His work, his vocation, did that to him. Unfortunately he was also wired and knew it would be a while before he could sleep.

Wringing the water from his braid before toweling himself off, he put the clothes he had been wearing earlier in the linen basket and walked to the lift. There was no way he could find the energy to climb the stairs.

The first thing he heard when the lift door opened and he entered the foyer of the flat was, he hoped, the TV. And someone swearing loud and long. Either that or he had very noisy burglars.

He opened the lounge door. Logan was sprawled on the settee, bathrobe on, and judging by the way it was draped, nothing else. There was a bottle of beer by his side. He looked up as Caleb walked across the floor.

“Hi, all done? You fucking
asshole.
Oh, not you, love, this fucking ref. Does he not know the bloody rules? Aussie football,” he explained, handing the bottle of beer to Caleb. “Beer? What the shit is that? Eh? Come on, you fucking pom.” His tone conveyed disgust.

“Er, Logan?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m a fucking pom.”

Logan grinned as he used the remote to turn off the TV. “Great this, Cal. I was channel surfing and found this one devoted to Aussie Rules. Marvelous, except for that bloody ref and Rasmussen. How he can play and not be sent off…” He shook his head in amazement. “And as for fucking poms? Well yeah, you are a fucking pom, but you’re
my
fucking pom. Different.”

“Oh good.” Caleb drank deeply and passed the bottle back. “That’s good. Shit. I’m done in.”

“Knackered?” Logan asked him, his voice only loving. He waited anxiously for the reply.

“Mentally? Yes. Physically? No, not this time. Though that can happen, and yes, if you want me to, I’ll tell you when it does.”

There he goes, reading my mind again.

“Get used to it, Logan; I always can.”

He laughed and swung his feet on to the floor, patting the settee in between his thighs as he did so. “In that case, why aren’t you already sitting here tucked in tight so I can massage those amazing but tense shoulders?”

“On my way.”

Logan waited until Caleb sat, his butt snug against him, pushing firmly on his cock.
Oh god that feels so good
. Gently he began to massage Caleb’s shoulders.

“So does that?” Caleb asked huskily.

“Uh?”

“Feel good.”

Hell. Mind reading again. Well, let’s see if he reads this little gem
.

He did. Logan laughed as Caleb wriggled, anchoring himself firmly around him, and leaning farther back.

Logan felt the wet braid on his chest. Knew his lover had showered before coming home. He undid the ties fastening the braid and finger-combed the long, silky, smooth locks. He heard Logan sigh in what he hoped was pleasure.

“Oh yeah. So good.”

There was silence in the room apart from their breathing. Logan knew Caleb must be tired, should go to bed, but it was so good to hold him like this.

“I’m wired as well as tired. I won’t sleep until I’ve relaxed. Or come.”

Even he could hear the tension in Caleb’s voice as he waited for an answer.

“In that case…” He moved Caleb’s hair to one side, and kissed his nape, while one hand found and fondled Caleb’s rapidly hardening cock. “I aim to please.”

“Bloody fine aim.”

“So where do you want to come?”

“Oh ho, trick question, eh?” Caleb’s voice was teasing. “Deep in you, facing you, so you know, I know, who I’m making love with. And somewhere we’re both comfortable.”

“Well, I checked our bed out when I put my stuff away, and did all the housewifely things that needed doing, like putting my toothbrush in the bathroom, and not leaving my bottle cap on the table.” Logan’s voice was deliberately smug. “Hell, I even remembered to put the toilet seat down! Brownie points, please. And I reckon that bed has distinct possibilities. I vote for there. Come on, up the rest of you gets.”