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My breasts are heavy with arousal and aching for his touch. I slide my hands up my body, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they’re hard as bullets, reaching out to him, calling to him. My head drops back, eyes closing as I chase the pleasure, knowing he’s watching me. Releasing one breast, I run my fingertips down my torso, dipping my hand below my waistband and seeking the warmth of my throbbing pussy.
As I graze my finger over my clit, a firm grip on my wrist stops me, and opening my eyes I see Ryder leaning up on one arm as his eyes burn a path across my body. Pushing himself all the way up, he pushes down on my wrist, forcing my hand lower, and as my fingers glide into the slickness there, it coats them. A moan leaves me as I pump my fingers in and out, and my eyes fall closed again.
“Eyes on me, Cam.” Ryder’s deep voice has my eyes snapping open, looking into his blues. I love the way they become like a stormy sky when he’s turned on, with flecks of silvery grey lining the edge of the iris. His nostrils flare as his grip on my wrist tightens before pulling my hand free and bringing my fingers to his lips. His tongue swipes out as he slips my fingers into the warmth of his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. Releasing my fingers with a pop, his hand glides to the back of my head, gripping my neck fiercely and pulling me forward to meet his mouth. My skin heats as his tongue delves into my mouth tasting myself there, and he swallows the groan that escapes.
I reach out needing to touch him and latching onto his hips, I feel the shiver that rolls through him causing goosebumps to the surface of his skin.
When I reach to free him from his joggers, needing to feel him, his hand is already wrapped firmly around his rock-hard cock. I look down to watch as his hand glides up and down the shaft, the head of his dick is red and engorged, and a drop of precum glistens there. My breath falters at the sight of him pleasuring himself.
“Fuck! That’s sexy as hell, Ryder,” I pant out, as he latches his mouth around my nipple, grinding his teeth and causing sparks of pain and pleasure to shoot straight to my clit.
His hand still gripping my neck, snatches up a fistful of hair and yanks my head back exposing my throat. The move arches my back and thrusts my pelvis forward allowing me to feel him as he continues to pump his cock. Ryder switches his attention to my other breast and keeping his one hand in my hair, his other one comes up taking my throat in his grasp. A flicker of fear skitters down my spine at the aggressive hold, but then he bites down hard on my nipple, and I cry out. My thighs begin to shake as the pleasure rises, feeling like I could come just from this alone as beads of sweat roll down my back despite the cool evening air.
Suddenly Ryder releases me, and before I can take a breath, I’m lifted and laid out on my back. Ryder quickly removes my shorts then buries his face in my pussy, eating me out like it’s his last meal. I writhe beneath him, hands searching for purchase as I fight between wanting to get closer and moving away as the pleasure becomes almost painful.
A hand comes down on my stomach restraining me as Ryder drives two fingers into my pussy, curling them up to hit that sweet spot and sending me spiralling into an orgasm that has my hips bucking. Both hands grip his hair, holding him there, while I grind my pussy into his face as I ride out my release.
“Ryder. Fuck, Ryder.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer as I slowly come down. Ryder lifts his head, and seeing my juices dripping from his chin and glistening on his lips has my pussy clenching and pulsing with need. A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, forcing his dimple to appear, and then he dips his head and licks up my folds, skimming over my too sensitive clit as a tremor tracks from my feet to my head. I push his head away with a laugh. Sitting back on his haunches, he licks his lips and groans before rising and pushing his joggers off completely.
Running my eyes the length of him, my body thrums in anticipation. Ryder drops to his knees on the bed before falling forward, caging me in and bringing his lips to mine. As our tongues war with each other, I grip his hips pulling him down as he slams home, and my nails bite into his skin. A scream tears from my throat as he pulls back slowly and thrusts forward again.
Pushing up on to one arm, his other hand closes around my throat, squeezing enough to hurt, but not enough to cut off my air supply, then he begins a brutal and punishing rhythm. I suck in air as dots begin to dance in front of my eyes, my orgasm builds as his hips pound forward over and over again, and just when I think I’m about to pass out, Ryder releases his hold on my throat as we crash over the edge together.
Thirty-One
Camryn
As my breathing levels out and my heartbeat returns to a normal rhythm, my skin tingles as the cold air blows over my hot, sweat slicked body. Ryder lifts his head, eyes meeting mine as his fingers brush my hair back from my face and tucking it behind my ear. He kisses me before pulling back, and as I move my leg, I become aware of the dull ache there.
Ryder reaches up pulling the canopy over us and grabbing the blanket that rests at the back of the bed before laying down next to me and covering us over with it. He pulls me into his side, and I rest my head on his chest while throwing a leg over his hips and brushing against his still semi hard cock. I know he’d be ready for round two given half the chance, but instead I bask in the post-coital bliss, happy to just be held.
I absentmindedly run my fingers over Ryder’s chest, down to his belly button and back again while my mind tries to make sense of how I enjoy rough sex with this man. A man that carries darkness so much like my own, and I see vengeance and retribution swirling in his beautiful blue eyes sometimes too.
Then as if a light bulb has gone off, I remember our conversation about his brother. How he got in with the wrong crowd and was killed. Ryder knows a lot about Sean for a guy that runs a private security company. The cogs start whirring, and then I start to question Rick and Ryder’s willingness to help me. How does Tyler fit into this? Ryder said they knew Tyler, but how? Suddenly I don’t feel so blissed out anymore.
Pushing up on Ryder’s chest so I can look at him, I ask, “How did you know Tyler?” A look of surprise crosses his face, and then he frowns.
“I told you, we were friends with him.” He tries to pull me back down into him, but I lock my arms.
“Yeah, but you never said how you knew him. I mean the guy didn’t exactly keep the best company, did he?” I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to answer. His body tenses beneath me, and I already know whatever he says next will be either a lie or not good. He rubs at his jaw, something I’ve noticed he does when he’s uncomfortable or anxious.
“He was a friend, Cam, but then things changed. What’s this all about anyway?” He slides out from under me, snatching his joggers and yanking them on. I wrap the blanket around me, covering my nakedness. I know he’s not being completely honest, but I don’t push the matter.
“Nothing. Forget it,” I tell him, and flop back down on the bed, throwing an arm over my eyes. I know he’s lying to me, but I can’t bring myself to ask the question that’s really bothering me. Why is he helping me? That tells me that Ryder means more to me than I’m ready to admit, and I’m scared of his answer.
I hear him sigh, and I bet he’s rubbing his jaw again. I lift my arm a fraction, and there he stands rubbing his jaw, then running a hand through his hair. He’s going to walk away any second, and I don’t care to stop him. I continue to watch from under my arm, his slight hesitation, as if he wants to say something, but then he drops his head and strides away.
I lay there for a few minutes just listening to the rain and the sounds of the city below. I could have told him about Faye, maybe then he wouldn’t have walked away, but then again, maybe that would have been the end of whatever this is. At the very least it would have led to more questions, ones I’m not ready to talk about. Will I ever be ready? I can feel he’s keeping things from me, and that infuriates me, but I’m also not being honest.
This whole situation is a complete fuck up, and I have no clue how to navigate through it.
A crash comes from the kitchen as the aromas of garlic and onion make my mouth water and my stomach grumble as they reach me. I search around for my top, and I’m surprised to see Ryder’s glass smashed on the floor. It’s very telling at how lost in the moment I was to not have even heard it.
Finally locating my tee, I pull it over my head, then find my shorts and pull those on too. Approaching the door and seeing Ryder has his back to me, I quickly tip toe down the hall to the bathroom to clean up.
Returning to the kitchen, I realise I was gone longer than I thought as there is no sign of Ryder, but a plate of spaghetti bolognese is on the counter for me. Assuming Ryder is in his office, I sit down to eat alone, then rinse my plate before putting it in the dishwasher. I hunt round the kitchen for a dustpan then go and sweep up the broken glass on the balcony.
It’s still early and not wanting to go to bed, I put the telly on and settle on the sofa. At some point I must fall asleep, and I become aware of being carried but sleep drags me back under.
