Page 12 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

He watched her fiddle around in the kitchen. She even grabbed a bottle of cleaner to spritz the counter with. Ryker stood and walked toward her, taking up what little room her kitchen had. He wrapped a hand around her and pressed his face against her neck, smelling that hypnotizing coconut scent.

“I like the way you feel against me too.” He kissed her neck and stepped back, turning her to face him. “You don’t have to put out to get me to notice you. I noticed you in a room full of fucking people. You’re the only one I see.”

“So you don’t want me to spin around on a stripper pole?”

She half joked but the damn thought of her naked, legs spread as she did tricks on the pole, went straight to his cock.

“I think we’ll save that for another day.” He licked his lips. “I can’t stay long tonight, so whatever we’re doing, we need to do it now.”

“Oh. Right.” She glanced down nervously. “What are we doing?”

He gave her a wolfish grin. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

He led her by the hand to the bed in the corner of the small apartment. She didn’t have a separate bedroom, which he didn’t like. Anyone could walk in on her sleeping. She had five locks on her door, which probably made her feel safer. He knew it was only a small annoyance to someone that really wanted to get in.

She started stripping and he stared in awe at her. He swallowed when her breasts came into view, his mouth watering with the need to touch and taste her. Her hands went to her jeans next and she pulled them down her slender legs and tossed them aside. She didn’t wear panties and was completely bare. She reached for him next and he grabbed her wrists.

“We’re not having sex tonight.” Ryker swallowed hard, trying not to fucking have an aneurysm from holding back. “I was going to lie beside you and hold you for a while.”

She pursed her lips. “Oh. I just thought…”

“Lie down.”

Ella got onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. He stroked his finger along her calf, moving upward. This was his fucking dream come true. Ella was naked and willing and he was too fucking scared to touch her. “Has a man ever eaten your pussy?”

He asked the question but knew the answer.

“No.”

“Can I?”

She nodded her head in a few jerky movements. He smoothed his hands along her thighs, enjoying the softness of her skin. He wanted to take his time with her. To make it last. He knew without a doubt that tonight he didn’t have the time he needed to do everything he wanted.

Moving slightly, he pushed her legs apart. Her bare pussy glistened with her moisture and he nearly lost his mind. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her thigh, breathing her in and loving every second of it. He wanted to take it slow. He had to make it good for her.

He licked her slowly, dragging his tongue along her slit until he reached the top. Her soft gasp filled his ears as she clutched the comforter beneath her. His cock pressed impossibly harder against his jeans. Ryker had been fighting a hard-on ever since he’d walked into her apartment. Hooking her leg over his shoulder, he slipped his arms beneath her, making himself comfortable while he lifted her ass and pulled her closer.

She was perfection. He closed his eyes and tasted her, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue. Her hand came up and clutched his hair while her soft little moans egged him on. Yeah, he could do this all night. His cock ached from being confined in his pants, but he didn’t dare think about allowing her to go anywhere near it. The only relief he’d get was from himself in the fucking parking lot when he left.

He shifted his position and pushed her legs off his shoulders, spreading them impossibly wider. He held her pink lips open and pulled her clit into his mouth. Ella’s back bowed off the bed. He slipped a finger inside her, fucking her with the one digit while he continue to suck and lick her. Her fist gripped his dark hair and tugged.

“No, please…” She gasped and writhed. “I don’t…” He pulled away and she let out a strangled cry. “Go back. Go back!”

He chuckled to himself and pushed another finger inside her. She was tight. God, it was going to kill him when he did finally get inside her. Her pussy squeezed his finger as she let out a long, loud cry. He pulled back and watched her, fucking her with his fingers until her orgasm was over. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. His breath caught in his chest and he tried to ignore it. He pushed up from her and extracted his fingers. Kissing her stomach, he worked his way upward until he lapped at one of her hard nipples.

“Were you really going to hold me?” Ella asked.

He let her breast go with a soft pop. “Yeah, baby. I was.”

“Will you do that now?”

She stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He didn’t know what the fuck to say to her but his body had a mind of its own. He moved to her side and pulled her against him, her back to his front. He closed his eyes as he breathed her in.

They lay like that for a while. He didn’t know how long and he really didn’t care. Ella had clutched his hand to her in a vice and she didn’t seem to have any intention of letting him go.

“You’re the first guy that has ever held me without wanting something in return.”

He didn’t say anything as he kissed her shoulder. He stroked her skin, needing to commit it to memory. Ryker smoothed his fingers along the sides of her breast.

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