Page 119 of Dirty Roulette
Chapter forty-five
Payton
Ryder's tongue made a path down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with nibbles. He teases my lips with his teeth, biting them sweetly before he nudges them apart so that he can explore every inch of my mouth with his. I can taste myself as his tongue finds mine. Rough thumbs brush my cheeks, and his hard chest rests on my breasts.
"You good?" He whispers in my mouth.
I swallow hard. "Yeah..."
He bites his bottom lip and props himself above me. It burns everywhere as his hand runs down my breasts, taking a handful, before he travels down my navel to my thighs. I love his strong hands. The candlelight glows against his chest, outlining every muscle possible. My heart bursts into open flames as he spreads my legs slightly, tracing my nerves, and navigating himself. He adjusts himself and then the tip of him, hard and stern pokes at my entrance. He is definitely notlittle.
I am quickly infected by his ashen eyes glazing over when he looks at me. My mouth turns dry, my throat choking on my own tongue. My heart beats out of control, threatening to break free from my chest. I rest a palm on his pecs which are hard like a rock. His heart thuds against my own, and I realize he's nervous too. But I'm the one who's never done this before.
"Are you okay?" His voice shakes and he's trembling above me.
I brush a hand up his neck, wanting to feel every atom that fuses him together. "I’m okay." Goosebumps prickle all over his arms, and he steadies himself.
He leans in and pecks my fingers. "Are you sure?"
"Yes... I want you."
"Okay, cutie. Talk me through this." With a gentle push, he slides in; just the tip, while staring hard at me. He's motionless as if we were playing freeze tag on the playground, but at the same time, his eyes pour into mine like Jack Dawson losing his heart in a Coupe de Ville.
"I need you to talk to me." he's trembling badly.
"I'm okay, keep going," I whisper and his head falls to the crease of my neck, his breath in my ears. "You won't hurt me." My hands curl into his hair, pulling on the soft strands.
He nibbles my earlobes. His thumb finds its way to my cheek, stroking my burning skin. He moves only half an inch inside me. I'm throbbing all over, wanting to feel him. Each breath he takes comes out ragged, like he's about to have a heart attack right on top of me.
I run a hand over his cheek, he's sweating as he closes his eyes. I lean into him kissing him on the lips, letting my tongue find his and I whisper, "I want to make you come."
"Fuck..." He laughs between our kisses.
"Come on Mister Running Back, and deflower this cheerleader," I quip, trying to lighten the mood. I tangle my ankles together behindhis waist and push my hips up gently, helping him like he does with me. "We don't have all night."
"Just tell me if it hurts." His lips recapture mine, more demanding this time. He slides inside me, all the way. It feels like my eyes roll into my skull as I yelp. I break from his lips and I almost dislocate my jaw biting down on my bottom lip from the pressure. Painful. Things are stretching in ways they never have before. My nails dig into his hair and I think I pulled a chunk of it out.
"Payton... baby."
"Don't you dare stop." I breathe hard, refusing to let him pull away and tell me this is a bad idea. "Just go slow." I'm breathing hard like I ran two miles.
"Okay, cutie." He bites gently on the sweet spot of my neck as he slides in and out of me with achingly slow strokes. Each thrust of his hips is done so carefully, and he groans into my ears.
He lifts himself up, holding his weight with both palms pressed into the mattress as he eases in and out. His eyes glaze over as he stares at me the entire time. "Does it still hurt?" he groans.
"No..." I can't catch my breath as I feel him pulsating in me. His length gets thicker with each gentle stroke. My heart explodes as I moan out his name again.
"You feel so good." Ryder's body melts against mine keeping his slow rhythm and my world is filled with him.
"Don't stop, I want to make you feel good."
He gives me a cocky smile. "Fuck, I love how you make me feel." He kisses me. Steady, gentle movements pump in and out and the pain stops completely, replaced by pure bliss. Between my thighs, the throbbing need to come undone drowns me. He's nudging my clit with each downward stroke. My body burns, then erupts into chills,my brain is not working and becomes full of static like an old television that lost its signal.
"I want you to come again. Do this," Ryder groans into my mouth. He grasps my fingers tangled in his hair and slides them across the sensitive piece of flesh between my folds. He's gentle, showing me how to circle my fingers around. "Finger yourself, and come with me."
I bite my bottom lip. I suck in a harsh breath and tremble with the sudden surge of electricity firing in my nerves following his directions, stroking and swirling my fingers around my gem. "You don't have to go slow anymore, show me how much you love me," I whimper, the chemicals inside me about to burst into a million particles.
"You sure?"
