I would not let him rattle me like this.
“Okay. Fine.” I turned back to him, looking him directly in the eyes. “Thank you for agreeing to drive me to get my car.” I worked to keep my voice as absolutely neutral as possible. “I am not dressed, as you can plainly see...”
“Yes, I can,” he smirked, his eyes traveling down my body appreciatively.
“... so I am going to my room to get dressed now. I’ll be out in a minute.” I didn’t wait for an answer. I turned and walked slowly and deliberately through the kitchen, my head held high. I forced myself not to break into a run once I got into the hallway. Once in my room, I let out the breath I’d been holding and ran to my dresser to rummage around for a pair of jeans. As I was turning around to slip off my shorts, I noticed Ryker’s form had appeared in the doorway.
I shrieked again. “Goddamn it, what are you doing?” I yelled, instinctively holding my jeans in front of me.
“I’ll be fucked if I know,” he murmured. He stepped into the room, pulled my jeans out of my grasp and threw them to the floor, then moved close. His lips came down on mine, hard, punishing, as he crushed me against him. I gasped as I felt the heat and hardness of his need, and before I could stop myself, my traitorous body was straining toward him.
I know it’s a mistake. I know I should stop him. But I don’t care. My body reacts instantly to Ryker’s urgent kisses and I moan against his mouth as his hands press my hips into his. I thrust and writhe, whimpering at the sweet agony, my needful nub straining for release against his hard bulge. His hands find my breasts through my thin T-shirt and I gasp as one of his thumbs flicks against my hardening nipple. His mouth leaves mine and traces a burning path down my throat. His whiskers burn my skin, and I’m on fire for him.
Wordlessly, he presses me down onto the bed, and I let him. I lie on my back, raised up on my elbows, and look at him as he gazes back down at me. His eyes are dark, stormy, and filled with a desire that borders on anger. He reaches down with both hands and, without a thought, grasps the neckline of my shirt and rips it in half. I gasp, my lips parting, and watch his eyes fall on my full breasts with their taut, waiting nipples. A deep growl rumbles up from his throat as he reaches down and pulls my shorts off, then stands back up again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers.
He tears his own T-shirt off over his head and then he is on the bed with me. He pushes me back against the sheets, spreading my legs wide. Oh, God. His head dips between my thighs, and I feel the tickle of his hair against my leg a fraction of a second before his tongue finds my aching core. I cry out, loudly, as he drags his tongue slowly and deliberately along the sides of my pussy. I can’t help it, my hips buck upward eagerly for more as he lazily swirls his tongue around my nub, drawing circles just softly enough to torture me. I cry out again in frustration as I arch my back, desperate for him to stroke me harder with his tongue, and then I’m calling his name, begging him, as his lips wrap around my clit and he begins to suck.
I can’t hold back now. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he is in control and he knows it. His hands ease my thighs wider apart as he flattens his tongue and laps at me. The pleasure builds and I know any minute he’ll make me come. One hand leaves my thigh and reaches up to my breast, gently squeezing my aching nipples. He begins to suck on my clit again, flicking his tongue between his lips against my swollen nub, and I scream his name and fly over the edge.
He continues licking and sucking me as I writhe against his mouth, lost in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever known. My hands are in his hair, my hips are thrusting as I spasm. Eventually, I can’t take any more and I push him away, breathing hard.
In an
“Okay. Fine.” I turned back to him, looking him directly in the eyes. “Thank you for agreeing to drive me to get my car.” I worked to keep my voice as absolutely neutral as possible. “I am not dressed, as you can plainly see...”
“Yes, I can,” he smirked, his eyes traveling down my body appreciatively.
“... so I am going to my room to get dressed now. I’ll be out in a minute.” I didn’t wait for an answer. I turned and walked slowly and deliberately through the kitchen, my head held high. I forced myself not to break into a run once I got into the hallway. Once in my room, I let out the breath I’d been holding and ran to my dresser to rummage around for a pair of jeans. As I was turning around to slip off my shorts, I noticed Ryker’s form had appeared in the doorway.
I shrieked again. “Goddamn it, what are you doing?” I yelled, instinctively holding my jeans in front of me.
“I’ll be fucked if I know,” he murmured. He stepped into the room, pulled my jeans out of my grasp and threw them to the floor, then moved close. His lips came down on mine, hard, punishing, as he crushed me against him. I gasped as I felt the heat and hardness of his need, and before I could stop myself, my traitorous body was straining toward him.
I know it’s a mistake. I know I should stop him. But I don’t care. My body reacts instantly to Ryker’s urgent kisses and I moan against his mouth as his hands press my hips into his. I thrust and writhe, whimpering at the sweet agony, my needful nub straining for release against his hard bulge. His hands find my breasts through my thin T-shirt and I gasp as one of his thumbs flicks against my hardening nipple. His mouth leaves mine and traces a burning path down my throat. His whiskers burn my skin, and I’m on fire for him.
Wordlessly, he presses me down onto the bed, and I let him. I lie on my back, raised up on my elbows, and look at him as he gazes back down at me. His eyes are dark, stormy, and filled with a desire that borders on anger. He reaches down with both hands and, without a thought, grasps the neckline of my shirt and rips it in half. I gasp, my lips parting, and watch his eyes fall on my full breasts with their taut, waiting nipples. A deep growl rumbles up from his throat as he reaches down and pulls my shorts off, then stands back up again. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers.
He tears his own T-shirt off over his head and then he is on the bed with me. He pushes me back against the sheets, spreading my legs wide. Oh, God. His head dips between my thighs, and I feel the tickle of his hair against my leg a fraction of a second before his tongue finds my aching core. I cry out, loudly, as he drags his tongue slowly and deliberately along the sides of my pussy. I can’t help it, my hips buck upward eagerly for more as he lazily swirls his tongue around my nub, drawing circles just softly enough to torture me. I cry out again in frustration as I arch my back, desperate for him to stroke me harder with his tongue, and then I’m calling his name, begging him, as his lips wrap around my clit and he begins to suck.
I can’t hold back now. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he is in control and he knows it. His hands ease my thighs wider apart as he flattens his tongue and laps at me. The pleasure builds and I know any minute he’ll make me come. One hand leaves my thigh and reaches up to my breast, gently squeezing my aching nipples. He begins to suck on my clit again, flicking his tongue between his lips against my swollen nub, and I scream his name and fly over the edge.
He continues licking and sucking me as I writhe against his mouth, lost in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever known. My hands are in his hair, my hips are thrusting as I spasm. Eventually, I can’t take any more and I push him away, breathing hard.
In an
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