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With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Ryker nudged my legs further apart. Even though I was spread open and bare, there wasn’t one part of me that felt self-conscious, or even vulnerable. Getting off using Ryker’s thigh while he watched? Totally normal.
At the first signs of the wave building within me, Ryker trapped my hands above my head, encasing my wrists in his large palms.
The intensity of my second orgasm was overwhelming. I screamed into the quiet room, comforted by the knowledge that the loud music downstairs would mask it.
The way Ryker watched me, his gaze hazy and evil, caused goose bumps to break out across my exposed torso. I loved that he genuinely enjoyed getting me off. It wasn’t an obligation – he got his own thrills from it.
Releasing each of my wrists, he slowly eased his leg away, returning me to solid ground. Though between my heels and shaky limbs, I didn’t trust myself not to collapse.
I guess the safest thing to do was kneel.
Dropping to my knees, I reached for his belt, unfastening it and his slacks before tugging them down with his boxers. He swallowed deeply, his throat wobbling as he held his breath.
Without teasing, I slid my mouth straight over his jutting erection, taking him as deep as I could handle. Deeper than I’d ever taken him before. After those two orgasms, it wasn’t fair making him hold out any longer.
I let out a moan as I circled my tongue around his head, tasting the precum leaking from his cock.
“Rubz,” he rumbled, his voice strained. “That feels amazing.”
Just like my hips had needily rocked to meet Ryker’s hand in the shuttle then his thigh against his door, his moved to meet my mouth. He pulled away one inch, then two, only to sink all the way back in, hitting my throat and wrenching a strangled sound from me.
My mouth was just as greedy. It tightened around his dick, my tongue rushing out to taste every part of him. Knowing I was the reason behind Ryker losing control was addictive – a high beyond compare.
His hands tangled through my hair, mussing the up style that had taken over an hour. The firmness in which he bundled the strands was good. Though deep down, in a place unfamiliar to me, a voice urged him to pull harder.
As though he was able to hear my inner thoughts, he tugged with an intensity that caused my head to snap back. With a satisfied hum, he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, his thumb dragging across my throat to chase my pulse.
We were barely two feet inside his bedroom, and already he’d gotten me off and I was partway through giving a blow job. I couldeasily figure out a different activity for the remaining five feet to his bed if he was game.
Who was I kidding? Of course he would be.
With one final stroke, I slipped his cock from my mouth and got back to my feet.
“Sit down,” I ordered, gesturing to his desk chair. “I want to make you feel good.”
With an eager grin, Ryker slowly sank into position. “You always do, Rubz.”
He looked so fucking hot it was making me dizzy. His white shirt was still hanging open, his pants were bunched around his ankles, and his cock was straining to go.
As I prowled closer to him, I reached down to bunch my dress around my stomach. Ryker’s hungry gaze fell to my exposed skin. There was already a wetness between my inner thighs, which was only about to become much stickier. Lucky this dress hire included dry cleaning.
I placed one leg on either side of his before lowering slowly. I owed Bri for last night’s shoe shopping. There’s no way I’d be able to pull off this position without these heels.
Ryker and I both exhaled happily when his cock pushed into me, and again once I was fully seated on him. We were a chaotic mess. Both partly undressed but not having actually taken off any clothes, with messy hair and swollen lips – and we hadn’t even had sex yet.
“Fuck, Ruby. Why does your pussy always feel so fucking good?”
With a chuckle, I lifted my hips before sinking as deep as I could handle. The growl that came from Ryker matched the breathy moan that escaped me.
What started as slow and purposeful movements quickly became frenzied as we – for lack of a better word – fucked. It was primal and intense, and when Ryker lightly yanked on my hair once more, I gave in to the unexpected desire.
“I like when you get a little rough.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I chewed my lip as I held his gaze. “Maybe a little harder.”
He obliged, tightening his grip so I was forced to throw my head back.
