Page 94 of Ryder: Shadows and Desires
Ryder breaks the silence with his gruff voice. “So... what’d you think about that other night? When touching yourself?”
My cheeks nearly ache from my smile, watching my new house become smaller in the rear-view mirror. “Quite a few things,” I slowly admit.
His blue eyes are dark with a sexual command. “Tell me.”
Arching a brow as I glance at him, I want to play hard to get, but I really do love making him squirm. I quietly confess, “I can’t stop thinking about how you went down on me.”
He gives me a side-eye glance, rubbing his jaw while his eyes are on the road. “Why don’t you show me what you did?”
My lips part. “What?”
“You got a dress on,” he says, glancing over at me. “Touch yourself.”
Fucking hell. Am I supposed to be this easy? Iamwearing a long-sleeve dress, with a jacket.
The corner of his mouth gently curls. “C’mon, baby. I got tinted windows.”
I shift in my seat, my body begging for me to do this, like I’m a filthy thing addicted to being dirty for Ryder. “I haven’t done that before.”
“Just start touching yourself.”
With a sly grin, I slide my hand up my leg and lightly touch through my underwear, absolutely curious how something like this will go.
I look at him, wondering if he’s really serious. He grips the steering wheel with white knuckles, looking down at where my hand touches. “That’s my girl. I want you to work yourself up until you come in my truck.”
“Righthere?” I ask with a high-pitched voice, utterly turned on at such an unusual request, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
It’s hot as hell that he wants me to do this.
“You can do it,” he grumbles, a command in his voice that utterly works on me. “Pull your dress completely back, so I can see.”
“Joey,” I mutter, although all that’s going on in my mind is how wet I am. I follow his directions and pull up my dress.
“Yes?” he replies, so casually, like he’s not asking me to do this very thing.
My hand is on my inner thigh. “I feel so... oh, come on, I’m in a truck!” My wide smile completely contradicts that statement.
He eyes my pussy, not a trace of humor on his face. “I want to see how you touch yourself,” he asserts, lust deepening his voice. “And it’s evenbetterthat you’re in my truck.”
I can’t hold back, so I touch myself through my underwear, and he grunts, “That’s a good girl. Now tell me what you thought about the last time you did this.”
A moan and a laugh mix in my throat, but I follow his command. I rub myself more, my underwear sliding smoothly against me. “Fine,” I breathe out, the stimulation present, but I still have to work up an orgasm. “I thought about how I enjoyed feeling cornered by you in that bathroom.”
A long, low groan comes from him, eyes still on the road. “So you like it when I have control,” he states, looking me dead in the eye as I’m rubbing myself, legs spread.
I breathe heavier, a bubble of true pleasure building in my navel. “Yeah, I like it when you take over.”
He deeply bites his lower lip as he faces the road, adjusting the center of his pants with his veined hand, which just sends a jolt of carnal need through me. “Keep rubbing, beautiful.”
It feels fucking good, and yet I say, “I feel funny being the only one.”
“Oh, I’m hard as a fucking diamond right now.” He glances at me with a crooked grin. “You’re the one playing with fire. So keep going for me, or I’ll turn around and say you forgot something, and then make you come on your kitchen island. And then we’ll try this again.”
A groan leaves my lips, my shoulders relaxing, and I look at him much like how he looked at me earlier. Well, shit, I guess I really am going for this. I slip my hand underneath my underwear and moan when he readjusts himself, his touch more like a stroke.
“There you go,” he praises, his deep voice the only sound in the truck. “I want you to picture yourself on your stomach, flat on the bed, your legs spread while I fuck you from behind, your ass curvedjustupward enough for me,” he describes, getting into it while I rub myself. “And then I’ll fill that pussy of yours as deep as you’ll fucking take me, then I’ll lean over, and put my full body weight on you in a pin, and fuck you as long I want. It’s also perfect for pulling on your hair,” he casually finishes.
I’m shocked that I actually feel an orgasm rising. “I’m so wet,” I whine out, closing my eyes and sliding a finger in.
