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Ruby settled her leg over mine, granting me better access, before sliding lower in her seat. Working her up these past few weeks had been pure torture – though something told me it had gotten to her just as much.
With my lips parted, I watched in awe as pleasure made her its prey. If I could give my life to making Ruby feel good, I would.
As she jolted off the seat, I felt the moan building and pressed my lips to hers, muffling it so we wouldn’t give ourselves away.
Our tongues tangled as she rocked against my hand.
I inserted a deep finger for her to ride while my thumb dragged over her clit. Based on the way she rested her hand over mine, holding me steady, she liked it.
God knows how many songs had played or how close we were to home. All I could focus on was the girl next to me. Even as she began to lose control, I didn’t stop kissing her, not even to come up for air.
The perfect dose of pleasure and pain hit me when Ruby sank her teeth into my lower lip, attempting to drown out her cries. I couldn’t wait until we were alone and she didn’t have to hold back.
“Ryker,” she breathed, panting through each syllable. “I’m coming.”
Fuck yeah she was. Her pussy tightened around my finger at the same moment her clit pulsed against my thumb. The leg draped over mine started to quiver too, her muscles surrendering to the euphoric tremors.
Giving Ruby an orgasm was more satisfying than a perfect play. She was my favourite thing. My happy place. My Roman Empire. My purpose for existing.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Play your cards right
Ruby
The moment we walked into Ryker’s house, Evan was connecting his phone to a Bluetooth speaker and keeping the party going.
“I need a beer,” Kyler said, heading for the kitchen. He halted, checking over his shoulder. “Ruby? Ryker? Drink?”
I glanced at Ryker for confirmation. If he wanted to, I wouldn’t say no. It was his second-to-last night here after all. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want –need– some time alone first. We could rejoin the party afterwards... once he delivered on those promises.
“Sure,” Ryker said. “But give us a few. We’re going upstairs to, ugh, get changed.”
With a discreet wink, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me towards the stairs. Thank God we were on the same page.
The instant his bedroom door clicked shut, Ryker had me pressed against it, hoisting my dress around my waist. Lifting my leg to rest over his hip, his bulging erection sent another surge of desire flooding through my body.
As he kissed me, I found myself melting into it – into him – and I didn’t have the strength to break away. I couldn’t picture anything ever matching this feeling. It was almost perfect – something I’d assumed wasn’t real.
Ryker wedged a strong thigh between my legs, and still dressed in my heels, I was at the perfect height to grind against it. For the first time all night, the pain from my shoes faded into the background as Ryker consumed me.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled. “Rub against me. Use my body to get yourself off.”
My weight sagged against the door as I did exactly that.
With nothing on beneath my dress, I was likely making a wet mess of Ryker’s slacks, but he didn’t seem to mind.
At some point the suit jacket of his that I’d been wearing had fallen to the ground. With it no longer in the way, he tugged on the already low neckline of my dress, freeing my breasts and roughly palming them in his large hands.
His fingertips purposely tended to my nipples, squeezing expertly in a combination of pleasure and sweet pain.
I couldn’t imagine sex with Ryker ever becoming mundane. Each time we fooled around, he found a new way to worship my body.
I loosened his bow tie, letting it drop to the floor, then hurriedly unbuttoned his dress shirt – tearing a few buttons in the process – before pushing it open to reveal his hard chest and sculpted torso.
My clit was throbbing as I writhed against him. What was it about Ryker that had me dry humping him fully clothed? It’s like I was that desperate to get off that I couldn’t even wait for foreplay to actually begin.
Breathy pants fell from my lips as Ryker continued his onslaught on my nipples. I arched into his palms, conveying how much I was enjoying it. I liked the tinge of pain. The jolts it sent through my core were unexpectedly addictive.
