Page 41 of Clashing
“Ryker,” I murmured, losing my fingers in his hair.
His tongue darted to my clit, and I arched my spine. Guttural sounds tumbled out of me with the precise and relentless attention of his tongue. He was ridiculously good with his tongue. His hands. His . . . well, everything.
The sucking and licking made me needy enough, but then his fingers slid inside me. His other hand caressed my outer thigh and tingles crawled their way up to my pussy, which quivered more with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to explode.
My legs still twitched from the orgasm when he climbed over me and kissed me. My excitement lingered on his tongue and lips—a new but not unwelcome experience. In fact, the longer he kissed me, the more it turned me on. He untangled my hands from his hair and pinned them over my head. A jolt of excitement shot through me when I tried to move my hands, and he squeezed them tighter.
“Do you like that?” he asked against my lips.
I locked my legs around his waist. “Yes.”
“Do you trust me?”
It was insane to say yes, but the truth was, I did. Dan trusted him, and he’d given me no reason to doubt him.
“Yes.”
“Good.” The tender kiss he gave left me chasing after him when he pulled away. “Because I want to get rougher with you. But I want you to know, you can tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
Rougher with me?Yes, please.I nodded. “Okay.”
His lips claimed mine again, this time fiercer. I sank into the bed, and he sucked my lower lip into his mouth, then dragged his teeth off it. My shirt and bra were discarded, and he sat up on his knees, removing his shirt, then his belt. My breath accelerated with my heart rate. I’d never had a man turn me into a hypersexual addict like he did. I forced myself not to dwell on it because if I did, I’d realize he’d singlehandedly repaired my enjoyment of sex after I thought it’d vanished forever.
He set the belt down and clamped his hands on my hips. How I ended up lying on my front, I didn’t know. He tossed me so effortlessly, it dampened my pussy and yanked me out of my wandering thoughts. He took my hands hostage and leather tickled my skin. I glanced back to find his belt snug around my wrists. I wiggled but couldn’t break free.
“Okay?” He glided his hand over my spine and goose bumps followed.
“Yes.”
He hummed in approval and placed a hot kiss against my neck, caressing my ass. “Good girl.”
My pussy clenched. Other guys I’d been with made me feel weird about liking this—if I even had the courage to bring it up. He was the first one taking the lead. I wouldn’t tell him, but I’d get on my knees anytime he asked.
He caressed my ass before lifting it. I shivered as his hand brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs on its way up. He alternated between circling my clit and sliding his fingers in and out of me until my whimpers echoed off the walls, the release so close I could taste i—
He stopped.
“Ryker,” I whined.
“Patience, Scarlett.” He kissed my spine. “Remember how hard you came the other night?”
My breath trembled, and my eyes slid shut.Yes.I wasn’t about to forget that any time soon. Or ever.
His lips drifted over my butt to my pussy, where he gave me a languid lick. I arched, giving him better access. My reward was an approving caress over my ass while his tongue toyed with my clit, and his fingers plunged into me. Again, he had me panting, my toes curling. Then he fucking stopped.
I needed a release too badly to care how desperate I sounded. “Ryker.”
He smacked my ass, and I yelped. “Keep complaining and it’ll never happen.”
His fingers found their way to my most sensitive parts once again. He edged me twice more, leaving my body pleading for consistent attention. Excitement dripped down my thighs, my nerves on high alert at what could happen next. The fact I couldn’t see what he was doing, couldn’t finish myself off, all of it added to the scorching heat he continuously stoked.
Ryker stopped touching me, and the restraint on my wrists loosened. I shuddered when the leather wrapped around my throat instead. Fabric rustled behind me. I hoped his clothes were coming off. Strong hands rubbed against my ass, then . . .Yes.It was clothes because his tip teased my throbbing pussy.
He nudged inside me and closed his hand around my wrists, pinning them to my spine. “This what you want, baby?”
I’d come just from him filling me. It was inevitable with how sensitive I was.
“Yes.”
