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“Do you now?” he replies using a silky smooth voice that quickly makes my panties even wetter. Damn him, I’m trying so hard and he is not making it easy with his sexy innuendos. But right now, I just need to get out of this dress and if he doesn’t help me, I will drop it right here where I stand. I might die of embarrassment standing in front of Ryder in just some sexy lingerie bought for me by another man, but it will be worth it to get out of this dress vice. As I’m having that thought about my embarrassment, all it manages to do is remind me that the underwear belongs to Grant too. That's when I started to panic. I stand up and feel soft carpet under my feet as I realise Ryder must have removed those deadly stilettos sometime during my earlier meltdown and I’m only just realising now.

I let the soft carpet squash under my feet as I pace up and down one small area of the room like a caged animal. I realise then that I hadn’t really even looked at the room before, I was too busy focusing on Ryder. It’s a massive bedroom, very similar in design to mine. Except, instead of the ridiculously large walk in closet that I have, Ryder appears to have turned his into a sitting room and a gym. It has a little sofa, big TV, and a treadmill. Seriously, his little man room that acts as a closet in my room is the size of my living room back home. I realise that while the room that has been allocated to me has been decorated with feminine touches, this room has not. It’s clear that Ryder lives in this room because the smell that is all him envelopes the entire room. His clothes are scattered all around. There's also a Kindle on his bedside table that shocks me and makes me want to discover what his reading habits are. In a house where I feel completely smothered, this room makes me feel safe.

“Ryder, I’m not pissing about here. I feel like this dress is suffocating me, but the only clothes I have are the ones Grant has bought me. They were in the room when I got here. All my size, none my style. By the way, it’s still fucking creepy he knows my size. Seriously though, all of the clothes in there are what he wants me to wear, to turn me into this idea that he has of his perfect wife. I can’t do it right now. I feel like I can't breathe,” I explain to Ryder whilst I continue to pace around on his ridiculously soft carpet. I can tell by the sexy little smirk on his face that he probably thinks that I am overreacting, but when I stop and stare at him, I realise he does get it. He must be able to see the pain and fear in my eyes because I can see them reflected in his gorgeous emerald eyes. He feels my pain and I think he might even feel more for me, which is incredibly dangerous.

“I get it, Ava, and I’m sorry. Eventually, you will have to go into that room and become the wife Grant wants you to be. But maybe for tonight, I can help you out a bit.” As he speaks, he walks towards the chest of drawers in the corner of the room and he pulls out an old Metallica band t-shirt. He walks over and hands it to me. As I go to take it from him, our hands touch briefly and the bolt of electricity that flies up my arm shocks me so much, I sharply inhale. Knowing Ryder obviously heard how much the mere touch of his fingers affected me, I shyly look up at his tall figure. He is so close to me, I really notice how tall he is for the first time. He is about a full head taller than me, putting my head level with his rock hard pecs; which, let’s be honest, is not exactly a bad sight. However, nothing really compares to his face and as I gaze up at him, I realise he also felt the same connection I did. The colour in his eyes has darkened so much because his pupils have dilated, his breathing seems to have picked up and he looks almost feral, but not in a bad way. He is full of lust and desire and right now, it is all aimed at me.

My brain is telling me this is a bad idea, but right now, all the blood is flowing much further south and she is calling all the shots. I take a step closer to him bringing us impossibly close. The only thing separating us is our hands that are both still holding onto the t-shirt and each other. I don’t break eye contact and I'm hoping that he can see how much I want this. I move one of my hands further up his fingers, gently tracing his skin as I go, moving right up his forearm. His skin feels so amazing and as my fingers glide across it, goosebumps start to grow. I go as slowly as I can, tracing the path of his veins up his arm and onto his bicep. When my hand reaches the cotton of his t-shirt, I make my intentions perfectly clear by pushing my hand under his sleeve and running my fingernails lightly across his bulging muscles. The deep groan I hear coming from his lips causes a heat to pool in my stomach and rush downwards, heating and moistening my core.

Feeling even more empowered by the sexy noise I have dragged out of this gorgeous creature with just the touch of my hands, I feel a confidence I don’t normally have. I drop the t-shirt from my other hand and take a hold of the side of his jeans, hooking my fingers through the belt loop to help me pull him towards me. He lets go of the t-shirt and as it falls between our feet, his hands snake around my hips. Together, we both pull each other impossibly closer and my whole body is pressed up against his. I can feel the attraction that he has for me growing harder against my stomach, separated only by a thin layer of satin and his jeans. Right now, that feels like far too many layers. My body is burning up with want, my heart is racing, and my pussy is clenching, desperate to be filled by him.

The grip he has on my hips is firm but perfect. It feels as though he is holding on tight, in case I disappear. Little does he know that not only is this the most turned on I have ever been with a guy, but it is also the most I have ever felt for one too. He makes me feel sexy and alive, like I can do whatever I want and take on the world. Right now, the only thing I want to do is feel his soft lips press against mine. Obviously, I want to feel his lips in a whole host of other places too, but you have to start somewhere. The thought of his lips touching and kissing me all over has me even more turned on and despite the fact that all he is doing is rubbing circles into my hips with his thumbs, I release a guttural groan. My body is aching and more than ready for this gorgeous man. I move my eyes from looking at his tempting mouth up to his eyes and find that he is staring at my lips. Without even thinking about it, I bite one corner of my lip and if the sexy moan that left his mouth wasn’t an indicator that my actions turn him on, then the increasing pressure from his long rock hard shaft pressing forcefully against my stomach is a dead giveaway.

I rise up onto my tiptoes slightly to make myself a little taller and, most importantly, make his lips more accessible. Ryder remains fixated on my lips and I move my hands up to run my fingers through his hair. The silky brown strands of hair glide through my fingers as they lightly trace across his scalp, eliciting moans from both of us. I feel as though my body is humming in tune with his and even though we are as close as can be, I need more. I need to feel his skin against mine, his calloused hands touching my bare skin. I want to peel his trousers off to reveal the hardness that is currently begging for release. I want to feel him touch my most intimate places, put his tongue against my nub and make me beg for more. As these thoughts race through my mind, my hands have a mind of their own and they grip tightly to his hair. Not enough to hurt him but enough to cause the sharp sting that causes pleasure. Then I use the hold I have on his head to pull him those last couple of inches towards me. I feel his breath fan across my lips and my toes push up even higher, desperate to feel the soft touch of his lips against mine.

Before I can feel the touch of his lips against mine, he pulls away and a small groan escapes my lips. I don’t even have time to ask what he is doing when his hands suddenly move to the side slit of my dress. Taking hold of each side, in one rapid movement he rips the satin fabric and the slit that once came just above my knee now reaches my hip. The edge of my red satin thong is almost exposed and I realise Ryder didn’t pull away because he didn’t want this to happen, he pulled away so he could get better access. Just as I’m about to tell him that he can take the entire dress off, he grabs hold of me like he wants to possess me. His hands rake down my back and over the curve of my arse until they reach the top of my thighs. In the next second, Ryder has lifted me up into the air, wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, and walked me backwards until I am clamped between the wall and his hard body. He ruts his hips slightly and I feel his denim covered shaft press against my now exposed lace thong. I moan loudly and tighten my legs around his back, caging him in to make sure he doesn’t leave here ever. Tucked tightly in Ryder’s arms feels exactly like where I should be.

“Are you sure you want to do this, little vixen?” Ryder asks, as he gently strokes the hair out of my eyes with one hand before tucking it behind my ear. It doesn’t escape my attention that this guy is managing to hold my weight up with just one hand while his hips are pressing me into the wall. However, it doesn’t hold my attention for long as he repeats the incredibly sweet gesture and caresses my face at the same time. My heart is racing and I start to realise it’s not just my lady parts that are feeling things for this guy, my heart is starting to as well. But I know that is ludicrous because I have only known him a few hours and I know absolutely nothing about him; however, my heart is not listening at all. Right now, it’s my lady parts that are shouting the loudest right now, they are becoming frustrated and want to know why Ryder isn’t giving them the attention they deserve. Hussies!

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask with a smile, as I tilt my pelvis, allowing his denim covered penis to press against my aching clit. A spark of electricity shoots through my body and I push my now erect nipples hard into his chest as another loud moan escapes my lips. The answering groan that leaves his mouth tells me he was just as affected by that move as I was. He is probably in more pain because his hard penis is straining to get free from its denim cage. I want to be the one to free it, but as I look up at Ryder, I can see his serious face has returned.

“You know why, Ava. This shouldn’t happen and if we do this, it has to be a one off or both of our lives could be in danger,” Ryder says in a serious tone. I know he is probably trying to ruin the mood, to make me remember why I am really here and what I have waiting for me in the other room, but I don't want to remember any of that. I know that whatever happens tonight with Ryder may very well be a one time thing, it may cause me physical pain when I have to see him every day and not be near him, but I don't care. If I have to live a life that I did not choose and give up my chance of ever being happy and of ever finding love, then I am sure as hell going to have one last good fuck before that happens. Even if I know Ryder is so much more than that, I know I have to have him at least once. I have to feel his passion and the desire that he has when he looks at me. I have a feeling I am going to need to hold onto these memories to get me through.

“I don’t care, Ryder. If I can only have one night with you, then I will take that. I will use the memories you give me tonight to help me get through the loneliness of the rest of my life. You will show me what it feels like to be worshipped and adored and my body will remember that through all the times to come. But, in spite of all the reasons you can come up with for us not to do this and all the reasons I can come up with as to why we should, they are all irrelevant. What it boils down to is that I want you and you want me. So, shut up and kiss me,” I say with as much passion as I can muster. I know that whatever words I used to answer his statement would be the turning point in this evening. Ryder is either going to push me away or he is going to kiss me and as I look into his eyes, I see the war he is fighting. The war between doing his job and not betraying his boss, or following his heart's desire and taking me. Right now, I’m not entirely sure which he will choose, but fuck, do I hope he kisses me.

Chapter Fourteen

Ryder

‘So, shut up and kiss me.’ The words that have just fallen from her sexy plump lips are flying around and around in my brain. I feel like I am being pulled apart in two different directions. Doing this with Ava could risk everything I have worked for over the last two years. For the past two years, I haven’t even been with a woman because my job is my life. But just the slightest touch of Ava’s tender silk fingers makes me forget all about that. I begin thinking with a very different head. One that is currently swollen, leaking, and straining to escape from my jeans and get closer to her thong covered pussy. Even through the denim, I can tell that she is wet and ready for me, but I just don’t know if I can risk everything for one night of hot sex. My body calls out to Ava and hers calls to mine, I’m not going to ignore her pleas any longer. I smile down at her with the cocky smirk I know she loves so much. She currently is wearing a mask of indifference on her face, her way of telling me she isn’t bothered if I walk away. But I can see the fragility in her eyes, the insecurity that I might not want her. How can a girl this beautiful ever think she wouldn’t be wanted?

“It would be my pleasure, little vixen.” As soon as the words leave my lips, her eyes that had become downcast, fly up to meet mine and they shine so bright. The smile that beams on her lips is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. So, despite all the reasons why I shouldn’t and everything I am putting at risk, I close my mind off to those thoughts and do what I have wanted to do since the moment I met Ava. I close the minute gap between us and press my lips against hers. Her lips are soft and tender, she feels so fragile, almost breakable. As our lips press further together, I feel a heat spread through my body and my cock reacts even more. I feel like a teenager again, leaking pre-cum at the most chaste of kisses. Ava obviously felt the wave of heat too because her hands fist in my hair and she smashes our lips back together with a passion. They collide and it feels so much more intense than the little kiss that started it. I need more of her, so I run my tongue across her lower lip, begging for entry. The desire to taste her is driving me crazy. Her mouth opens instantly and our tongues meet. As they touch and we both finally get a taste of each other, our moans fill the room simultaneously. Ava responds by bucking her hips upwards, causing her clit to rub against my dick again. I’m so hard and the throbbing is so intense, it almost feels painful. If she feels this good against my cock when there are clothes separating us, I have no chance of lasting when there is nothing between us. Her responding moans are like nothing I have ever heard before. She sounds so beautiful and it is amazingly hot to know it is all for me. There’s nothing fake or pretend about the noises she makes, like some of the women I have been with who have clearly watched too much porn. Ava is all natural and that is what has me close to blowing my load over a kiss.

Our tongues continue to twist and taste each other, fighting for dominance but also to consume the other in the best possible way. Ava’s hands leave my head and she starts trailing them all over my body, down my back, across my neck, around my biceps. When her fingers reach the bottom of my t-shirt and the exposed skin of my lower back, she trails her nails across it, teasingly pulling the hem up slightly to expose more skin for her to torture and I feel a shiver move through my body. Her touch feels amazing and has me panting into her mouth, but if she wants to tease me then two can play that game.

I push my cock forcefully against her panty-covered core, feeling as it hits her most sensitive spot. Ava cries out with the most beautiful combination of lust and need. I keep my dick pressed hard against the little nub and every movement that she makes trailing her hands across my back, or as she tilts her head to allow my tongue better access,causes my dick to rub against her. Her moans are becoming wanton and I love that she is so free with me.

The pressure against Ava’s clit is obviously working because she stops kissing me to catch her breath. She is panting and moaning with every movement, but I am not letting up. I start trailing little kisses across her lips and then her jaw before I pepper them down her neck. The moment I reach her pulse spot, I place a harder kiss against it and I can feel her heartbeat against my lips. My already aching cock starts to pulsate even more at the feeling of how much I am affecting her, her heart is racing like the flutter of a butterfly's wings. I have never felt a pulse so fast and her panting breaths are like music to my ears. She obviously feels as my head swells impossibly bigger because it presses further against her already dripping pussy. She screams and I take advantage of that by starting to suck on her pressure points. This drives Ava crazy with lust and her hips buck against my cock and now she is rubbing herself against me with the sole intention of getting herself off. Her hands that were once teasing the hem of my shirt are no longer in a teasing mood, they are now clawing at my t-shirt, trying to get it over my head.

I stop sucking on Ava’s neck to help her to take off my t-shirt and as I move back slightly, I’m no longer putting as much pressure on her clit. As she pulls the shirt from my body, I take advantage of our small break to look at her. She looks even more beautiful. Her hair is messy from my hand and being squashed against the wall. Her face is flush with colour and her lips are so red and swollen, making them look gorgeously plump and inviting. But it is the twinkle in her eyes that really wins me over. Her brown eyes look to be glistening and shining brighter than the dark colour should be capable of. Instead of meeting my gaze, Ava is instead staring at my naked chest. Specifically, she is looking at the tattoo that I have covering my stomach and my back. I am not completely covered but I have different images that appear to all be completely unrelated to each other but to me signify something. I have always needed to keep my tattoos under wraps, they were never allowed to be visible. Obviously, this is not the first time that they have been seen, but the way Ava is staring at them makes me feel as though she can see into my soul. Everyone else would look at the tattoo and see a random collection of animals, ancient symbols, phrases and flowers, but the way Ava’s eyes move over each individual piece, it feels like she can see so much more than what is on the surface. She has a quirky grin on her face, showing that clearly she likes what she sees, but then she lets out a little giggle. Not exactly what a guy wants to happen when he takes his clothes off in front of a girl for the first time. I’ve never had a complaint before, but it has been a while, so I raise my eyebrow at Ava to query her laugh.

Looking deep into my eyes, Ava gives me the sexiest wink and then begins to shuffle in my hold again. This time she is not trying to grind harder against my cock, sadly. No, she is trying to get free but she is caged in between my body and the wall. My brain is screaming at me to not let her go. It is racing a mile a minute wondering what she could have possibly seen on my body that offends her or turns her off enough to walk away from what is quite possibly one of the hottest moments of my life. Despite what my brain and cock think, I can’t keep her trapped there, although I am enjoying the feeling of her sliding along my shaft as she tries to wiggle free. I move my hips back slightly and steady her with my arm, I allow her to slide down the wall and back onto her own feet. She must see the flash of disappointment that quickly slips into view because she chuckles again. Then she gives me a seductive smile and pushes me onto the bed. I’m still holding her hand and I try to pull her down onto the bed with me, but the little vixen pulls away. She shakes her head at me as she takes a step further back. I feel like I am getting whiplash with all this girl’s teasing. My cock is strained so hard against my jeans, I think there’s a good chance it’s either going to rip it’s way out, like the Hulk fighting to be free, or it will be really fucking bruised tomorrow. I know which one I want to happen, but I’m no longer sure what Ava wants to happen. She obviously wants to have some control over this thing and given everything going on in her life right now, I think the least she deserves is that.

Standing in front of me with a sultry gaze that is staring directly into my own, Ava slowly starts to move her hips. Although there is no music playing, I am almost sure I can hear the song that is obviously playing in her head, just by the way she sways her hips. Ava slowly runs her hands all over her body and her hips continue to grind along to the silence. As she reaches the top half of her body I watch as her hand drifts across her breasts and when a sharp intake of breath fills the room, I can see that she is using her thumb and finger to tweak her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Her head rolls back and she releases a soft moan as she gently tugs on the nipples, adding in just a little pain with the pleasure. It’s obvious that she is loving doing this sexy little show and I’m getting off seeing just how hot she looks with this confidence that is sweeping over her body. But at the same time, I am having to shout at myself to remain on the bed, to let her have this power. What I really want to do is be the one teasing her nipples and giving her pain. In fact, I might have to give her a gentle punishment for teasing me so much.

Once her hands leave her nipples, they travel behind her back and I hear her pull the zip down on the dress. Sweeping across her collarbone on each side, she allows the straps on her dress to fall to her waist revealing her beautiful breasts. I am instantly transfixed and they are all I can see. Some men like their boobs big and fake, I am not some man. Ava’s breasts are round, supple and the perfect size for her slender figure. I can’t even begin to understand women’s bra sizes, but to me, if the girl has a nice handful, that’s perfect. Ava’s look like they would be a very nice big handful and that is more than enough for me. I cannot wait to caress her silky soft skin and suckle on her perky brown nipples. I am so engrossed staring at her tits that she has to cough a little to bring my attention to the dress that is now sitting low on her hips. So low that the top of her thong is just peaking over the ruffled fabric. She begins to sexily sway her hips again, but this time it is to allow the dress to cascade and fall to the floor. It is at that moment I see it and feel like I could hit myself for being so caught up with her breasts that I missed one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

“You’re not the only one with a secret tattoo,” says Ava in a cheeky tone. She is standing in front of me, wearing just her lace red silk thong and whilst it is undoubtedly easy to admire her body, it is the art adorning her skin that makes her truly unique. All along one side of her silky soft skin is a beautiful array of swirling lines and unique intricate designs that all look like they have a significance, the same way that my tattoos mean something to me.

I look up at Ava’s face, planning to let her see just how beautiful I truly believe she is, but she isn’t looking at my face for approval. She is looking down at the tattoo and her eyes are clouded as though she is a little unsure and then I see the confidence that was previously glowing on her face begin to ebb away. She picks her arms up and slowly wraps them around her body, trying to cover up as much of herself as she can, while also trying to appear very small. That moment right there will be etched in my mind as one of the saddest things that I have ever seen, and no matter what happens after tonight, I know that I will never allow this girl to look that insecure again.

I rush off the bed and stand before her as fast as I possibly can. I take hold of each of her hands and slowly pull them down to her side, making sure she is comfortable with what I am doing at the same time. When her arms are by her side and still firmly in my grasp, I pull her forward so our naked chests are touching. The feel of her silky skin against my chest is amazing. I lean down and place soft kisses around her neck before gently whispering in her ear.

“Ava, never hide yourself. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and that’s not just because of your tattoos. They may add to it, but it is you that lights up the room. Don’t ever forget that.”

I can tell that as I am speaking, my breath is hitting her ear and causing her to tremble. I continue peppering her with kisses and take her nipple in my hand. I slowly rub and pull on her hard peak before replacing my fingers with my mouth. I lick my tongue around her nipple and graze my teeth across the tip before sucking it into my mouth. The moans coming from Ava’s tiny, beautiful body are enough to spur me on even further. Not that I needed any spurring because right now, my cock is painfully trapped in my tight jeans and I know if I ever want to have children in the future, I need to rectify the situation. So, I quickly pick Ava up and throw her down onto the bed so she is laying backwards on it. Before she even has time to realise what is going on, my jeans have been removed and I am standing before her in just black boxers. She bites her lip and it's very clear from the glint in her eye that she can see the outline of my cock much better in these. I stalk towards her, desperate to feel all of her.

Chapter Fifteen

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