Page 21 of Easy Rider
It’s like I’ve been living alone on some island for centuries and now I’ve finally found my mate. Someone who plays my body like a finely tuned instrument, making it fucking sing with the stroke of his cock.
I rub my eyes and crawl out of the king-sized bed. What good is a bed without Ryder in it with me? I take a quick look around the room. It has a new-house smell in here. The walls are a crisp and clean white. There are flowers out the window and a corral in the distance, but I don’t care about what I’m seeing. I’m cold without him.
I spot a gray flannel button-down shirt draped over a chair in the corner. I grab it and put it on. And there’s that scent I love so much. I lift my arm to my nose and breathe in.
My mate. My man.Mine, mine, mine.It’s wrong to be feeling so possessive, but I do. I can’t help it. And I miss every inch of him. Ryder’s going to be one hard habit to break.
My pussy is sending deep pulses through my core, it misses his cock so much. We fucked so many times last night that my knees are wobbly, but I just want more. I leave the bedroom in search of my cowboy.
I pad my way down a hall and follow the smell of... pancakes? I don’t know what time it is, but it’s light enough for me to see where I’m going without tripping over myself. The house seems completely different than the last time I was here. The pancakes smell is getting stronger, and I can hear something sizzling on a grill.
I turn the corner and there he is, without his hat. It’s Ryder in the wild, in all his outrageously gorgeous form. My heart beats in my throat, and familiar pools of heat form between my thighs. I think this reaction is going to be like clockwork now. See Ryder. Get horny. I chuckle at how much I’ve changed in the last twenty-four hours.
He’s so beautiful, standing there. His muscles ripple under his bathrobe every time he moves the spatula. His thick dark hair is all tousled. He’s rodeo-rocker sexy, just out of bed. He hasn’t shaved.
And there I go again.I fight back a smile. My mind has gone right to dreaming about the way that rough stubble will feel between my thighs. And how amazing his tongue will feel when he’s licking my needy pussy.
Ryder leans to one side. He’s looking down, focused on the task at hand, and still has no idea I’m watching him. The room is quiet except for the griddle. A kind of hazy golden light, the type that only comes with the dawn, streams in from the sliding doors that lead out to a patio.
He bends over the stove, checking underneath the pancake with a spatula. His bathrobe isn’t tied, so I can see his cock. Is he hard? It’s so big and girthy, resting against his thigh. I lick my lips, feeling waves of lust wash over me. My cock. Mine. Mine. Mine.
“I think they’re done. Turn the stove off,” I command my cowboy prince.
Ryder turns, a look of shock in his dark eyes, and then he gives me a wide smile. Those fucking dimples will be the death of me. Well, those and... My gaze travels down the open front of his robe, over his muscled chest and abs, down to where the muscles define into a V, to his hair, and then his cock. On second thought, his cock will be the death of me. What a way to go.
I can’t pull my eyes away from it. Warmth courses through my veins like liquid fire. It’s like his cock recognizes me from last night. It’s getting harder and harder and looks like it’s reaching out to me—
“Sleep well?” Ryder coos.
“There’s only one thing on my mind, and it isn’t sleep.” I approach him and say nothing as I drop to my knees in front of him. I move the bathrobe out of my way, entranced by the sight of his beautiful cock as I cup his balls and knead them with my fingers.
I start at the base of his dick and stroke the taut, velvet skin all the way up. I love the way his cock grows thicker and thicker. Just for me. I gently spread the pre-cum over his crown and down his shaft. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night,” I say, clasping his meaty cock with both hands and stretching my mouth around it.
I hear the spatula hit the counter and feel his body tense. “You’re not too shy to let me suck your cock, are you, Ryder?” I hum, taking him as far as I can down my throat.
He lets out a husky gasp and drops his hands to my hair, guiding me, as my lips glide all the way down, almost to the base. I keep the pressure even. He groans in pleasure as I slide my lips back to his stiff head.
I swirl my tongue around his crown, savoring the taste of him. I have firm hold of his base with one hand and his balls in the other. And I do it again. Stretching my mouth over his cock, I swallow all the way down, keeping my lips locked around him as I glide back up. Ryder groans. Breathing heavier, he buries his fingers deeper into my hair and steadies my head as I go faster.
“Fuck my mouth, Ryder.” I keep my voice low and even, even though my pussy is screaming with want for him and getting wetter and wetter. I swallow him again, taking him deep down my throat. He lets out a hoarse cry.
The sound is like music to my ears. I’m already soaking. It turns me on beyond anything I’ve known to hear him cry out like that, to know I have this kind of power over him. I could spend the rest of my life giving this man pleasure.
Ryder’s hand comes down from my head and caresses my shoulder. My mouth is so full with his cock in it that I almost sputter as I feel his rough, calloused cowboy fingers tuck inside my shirt’s collar. I suck him faster as his fingers skate down over my skin until he thumbs one of my nipples and tugs. The sensation goes straight to my lonely pussy.
He does it again and again while his fingers dig into my hair, guiding me up and down and up and down. I moan, longing to swallow him whole and inhale him.
My need for him overwhelms me. I drop my hand to my slippery pussy and finger my clit. We’re both panting as I hold the base of his throbbing dick with one hand and get myself off with the other. Up and down, and around and around, I move faster and faster. His cock ismine.
I’m slurping, lapping him up like a lollipop, getting off to the sound of Ryder’s moans.
“Lie down,” he growls, his cock throbbing between my lips.
I swirl my tongue around his crown and peek up at him. “No. I want to see you come and spread it all over me.”
“You dirty girl. You’re killing me,” he whispers, letting loose a slow grin. He comes down onto the floor with me and eases me down on my back. My knees are up, feet on the floor, and I’m still touching myself.
Ryder’s dark, dangerous eyes lock on to my pussy. He brushes my hand away. “You want my cum all over you?” He clasps his rock-hard cock and glides the head over my slippery clit, back and forth.
