As he licks at my wetness, I tighten my fingers around the railing and buoy myself softly on his face, undulating with his movement, his fingers pressing inside me, nudging, exploring, a combination of pressure and pleasure.
Still kneeling behind me, he takes his fingers out of me, and his tongue brushes my opening as the tip teases my clit, circling tightly, then flicking back and forth, every muscle fiber in my body tingling with electricity. My back arches and my wrists flex as he sucks me, tastes me, and I gasp as my insides coil tight and ready, burning with need, because right now his tongue isn’t enough.
My body is buzzing, and I want him so bad now I’m weak from it. I don’t even know if I have the muscle coordination or the awareness to move from this position, bent over, the most vulnerable parts of me exposed.
From behind, Ryder grabs my hips, turns me again to face him. He kisses me and I can taste myself on his mouth, like I’m sharing his experience of what just happened. I cup his face, tracing my fingers across his cheekbones. With his long arms, he lifts me up, holding me under my ass as I wrap my legs around his hips, the top of my dress still half off, my stilettos still fully on. I’m ready and willing and I can’t wait another second. I pant against his neck as he carries me into the dark condo. Finally. The stiffness in his pants pushes between my legs as he walks. “Take your cock out,” I say as I unbutton his shirt.
“What’s the rule?” he says, still holding me, pushing my back against the smooth, cool wall of his bedroom, my toes brushing against the side of a tall dresser.
“Maybe I don’t want to be a nice girl right now.” I tilt my pelvis toward him as I lean against the wall, running my hands across his naked chest.
“Maybe you better behave,” he says. He squeezes my ass tighter, bringing me close to him. “Or I’m going to make you beg for it.”
“May I take your cock out?”
Under my ass, his fingertips graze my opening. “Please.” He kisses me.
“Please,” I say, closing my eyes as he strokes me. There’s desperation in my voice and I know he can hear it. “Please, Ryder. Please. Can I take your cock out, please?”
“Open that top drawer,” he says, nuzzling my ear. “Don’t wait another second.”
Pulling open the top dresser drawer next to me, I fish out a condom and lean against the wall as I slowly unzip his pants and slide off his underwear to roll the condom onto him. Then he grabs my hips, and our eyes lock as he slides me onto his cock. It’s so right I almost scream as he lifts me up and drops me down again and again and again. I tighten my thighs around him, flexing my center and my inner walls. He’s everything I wanted, every hard perfect inch spearing into me, over and over.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his breathing ragged. “So good.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan. I need this.
The thickness of him fills me up, and I let my head fall back, my eyes adjusted to the darkness already, and study him, his muscles rippling as we bob against the wall, the pace changing but the rhythm as constant as the hardness of his cock.
“You like watching me fuck you?” he says.
“Yes,” I say, the word a rattle as I gasp at the movement of his cock inside me.
“Good,” he says. “And I like watching you come.”
He thrusts in and out of me, in and out, and just as I start to relax into the steady rhythm, he hoists me up again on the wall so he can grind deeper into me. Pressing the top of his pelvis against my clit, he moans into my ear.
“Cassie.”
My name has never sounded so fucking good.
I clench tighter around him, pulling him closer to me. That’s when he tilts my head back and claims my mouth, his stubble brushing against my cheek as his tongue strokes against mine. I feel the explosion of orgasm from my deepest part, like a knot that gets tight and loose simultaneously. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, wanting to hold on to something while so much of me lets go.
RyderRyderRyder
I don’t know if I’m saying it out loud or in my head. I just know it’s a name I won’t be able to hear without blushing for a long time.
CASSIE
CH. 18
I’d been dreaming about England again, and for once, it had actually been nice. Ryder was there. I don’t recall much of what happened, other than we were happy. And Sebastian was nowhere in my subconscious to be found.