Page 120 of Dirty Roulette
"Stop teasing me."
"Okay..." One of his hands grabs my ass, lifting my thigh higher, and he pulls out, with just the head inside me, and he gives me one harsh stroke. I whimper out a moan. "Does it hurt?" He does it again, pulling out and slamming into me.
"I wanna come, go faster."
He bends down and captures my moans with his mouth, preventing all my sighs and gasps from escaping as he picks up the pace. He thrusts harder and quicker, going deeper with each stroke. Finally, his control has snapped and he’s done being timid. The rhythm increases, his skin slapping against my flesh as he pounds into me. The bed starts to rattle, the headboard banging against the wall.
Rapture rises in me like the hottest fire, clouding my brain.
His breath rasps hot on my neck. "Fuck... I'm not going to last long." He groans and rains kisses down on me, biting hard on my bottom lip.
The chorus erupts on the Bluetooth speakers in perfect unison with everything I'm feeling. "Ryder...Ryder... oh my," I moan out his name. It's like a universe explodes into existence, dust turns to stars, andgalaxies mold into perfect worlds. It ruptures, firing every nerve ending down my thighs. Nothing is working. I can't touch myself anymore. My nails dig into his sweaty skin. I unravel underneath him.
"Payton," his breath says my name. Everything in the world, all of him becomes a part of me, as I've given him the one thing I can't ever give to anyone else.
"Coming." He breathes hard into my neck, his length pulsates inside me and the second he comes he moans my name, his groin jerks, and he grabs the headboard with one hand as he stiffens. His gray eyes burn silver into mine, and he collapses onto me with his sweaty chest pressed against mine. He holds me for what feels like a century, still pulsing inside me, still pushing in and out like he wants more. Kissing me, holding me like he never wants to let go. He's covered in sweat, it's skating down his face, and I feel it running down his back. I can't even figure out how to unwrap my arms from him. All I can do is kiss him, our tongues lapping against each other.
When he pulls away he leans into my ears and says, "I've never come like that before." He kisses my lips. My heartbeat is in my ears and I stroke a hand through his wet hair, "I love you." He combs a hand along the side of my face and brushes his lips on mine. For the longest time he embraces me, holding onto me and kissing me before easing out. He scoots off the bed, pulling the condom off and disposing of it. There is a blood stain on his sheets, and there is nothing around to cover it up as he takes the phone, turning the camera off.
I run a finger over it, and it's already mostly dry. "What's wrong?" Ryder asks and narrows his brows.
I swallow hard and say. "I stained your sheets."
He places the phones on the nightstand and runs a hand over the mark. "I'd rather it be you than anyone else," Ryder grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me. "Here."
"Thanks..." I twist the cap off and take in a mouthful.
"Stay with me tonight?" He leans into the crease of my neck, his breath on my skin. "Please."
"I don't want to be anywhere else."
I spent minutes, maybe another hour curled up to him, our legs tangled under the sheets. The moonlight illuminates his face. He's a kisser like it's his love language. Our tongues having their own conversations before he decides to shut his eyes and fall asleep.
His arms stay wrapped around me, breathing into my back. He's not much of a snorer, but the moment sleep hits him, his breaths are harder.
I fall asleep but stir awake when the sky is turning into a brilliant blue through his blinds. He's groaning, and kissing my shoulder blades. Rough hands massage my breasts, and I'm waking up to his hard-on pressed against my butt. His hand runs down my navel and between my thighs.
"Are you sore?" He whispers in my ears, and he starts to massage my clit again. It feels good, and I'm about to explode all over again. "Oh cutie, I love the way you sound." It's like he's half asleep, having a sex dream, and waking up because he can't climax.
"Not really, no."
"I want you right now, holy shit. I want you so bad." He rolls me over and pins me against the mattress before he makes love to me again.
Chapter forty-six
Payton
Convincing Naomi to seduce Brody has to be the most diabolical plan I’ve ever come up with on a whim. Knowing Scottie P had a massive crush on her, we figured he would be able to stop them from actually hooking up. He’ll blow through the house like a train derailment in thirty minutes. All Naomi needs to do is act sexy, get in Brody’s room, and have him leave for at least five minutes so we can find the flash drive.
When she stumbles over to the fraternity drunk as hell, I’m yelling expletives in my head. We agreed to act drunk. Not come over with a bottle of gin swaying back and forth like a dumb blonde, slurring, “Heyyy! Oh, my god, I’m so horny!”
I facepalm, squatting in the bushes watching the shitshow pull back the curtains as Brody opens the door, and she stumbles into the house.
The window to Brody’s bedroom faces the backyard. My brain couldn’t solve the puzzle of how to unlock the gate. I try to find the lock to unlatch it, but splinters are a bitch. Instead, I lift myself overthe wall like an amateur burglar. And I trip on my damn shoelaces. Of course, they came untied once I landed and entangled my feet. I’m face-planting on empty cans of beer littering the yard before I can even blink.
Weeds are up to my knees, and everything back here is dead. I’m Indiana Jones with the Mission Impossible theme song playing, but without the revolver, as I barricade myself to the wall sneaking to his window. His blinds are open, and Naomi is swatting him playfully in the chest.
“It’s sooooo hot in here... I’m just gonna crack the window open.” She cooes as she comes over, unlocking it and cracking it by an inch as I requested.
