19. Ryker
Chapter nineteen
Ryker
I lock the motel room door after hanging the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the handle for good measure then turn my gaze to Finley. She’s staring at me through hooded eyes from atop the queen bed, her delicious body wrapped in tight jeans and a light-pink V-neck T-shirt, her feet bare after she kicked off her shoes and socks, discarding them by the door.
My mouth waters as I trail my gaze from her earthy brown eyes down to her heaving chest, across the expanse of her round stomach and plump thighs, all the way to her toes that are painted a light pink that almost matches her shirt.
She’s stunning, and I can’t believe she agreed to be here with me after how I’ve been acting. But I’m done questioning if what I feel for her and what we shared yesterday is right or wrong. I’m over trying to fight my feelings for her. Fuck my job and all the bullshit that comes with it.
Finley is everything I want, the woman I didn’t know I’d been searching for. I didn’t realize it before, but I’ve been chasing her for the last year. And Joey is right: I’d been risking my job already. I have been from the moment we started flirting, since the moment she walked into my classroom. It makes me wonder if teaching is even something I care that much about after all. Because if it was, I would have never dared to cross any sort of line with her to begin with.
Yep, I’ve been an idiot, but that’s over now. I want to focus on Finley and how we can move forward together, because I know there’s no way I can forget what we’ve shared and simply be friends. It’s impossible. Zero probability.
“Professor West?”
My gaze snaps to Finley’s hooded stare, her sultry tone heating my blood and giving my cock its own heartbeat. I clear my throat. “Yes, Ms. Buckley?”
She grins coyly. “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
Goddamn . I practically pounce on the overly hard bed, her body bouncing from the force and the springs squeaking beneath our collective weight. She giggles, that sweet sound I love that sends more blood rushing south until my dick tents my jeans.
Someday, I’m going to take Finley back to my home and fuck her on my nice bed, a soft bed that doesn’t have starchy sheets and cardboard pillows. But for now, at least we have a bed instead of a muddy ditch.
I situate myself next to her and rub my thumb over her flushed cheek, tracing one of the scratches she received yesterday. “I’m going to kiss you again,” I tell her. “Then you have three choices after that.”
She bites her lower lip, but before she can brutalize it, I tug the flesh between my teeth and kiss her hard and fast, tasting her on my tongue again and again until our chests are heaving and I swear the room temperature has gone up by ten degrees.
Her fingers begin to play with the buckle of my belt as she pulls back. “Are you giving me a multiple choice test, Professor?”
I groan, pressing my thumb into her pouting lower lip. “This isn’t a test, simply a question. And all the answers are right.”
She hums and sucks the tip of my finger between her lips before pulling back. “What’s the question?”
“Do you, A, want me to lick your pussy until you’re begging for me to fill you with my cock”—a small whimper escapes her lips—“B, want to grip the headboard and ride my face until you suffocate me with your sweet cunt—”
“Ryker,” she moans, her hips rubbing against my jean-clad thigh.
“Or, C, want to get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you so hard our wall neighbor, who happens to be Ezra, will call the front desk to give them a noise complaint.”
Her hot pussy thrusts against my leg, and I can’t resist pressing my two fingers against her wet tongue, enjoying the way her pupils blow from my combined words and teasing.
“Can more than one be correct?” she asks once I remove my fingers.
My lips tip into a lopsided grin. “Anything you want, baby.”
“A and C.”
“Good answers.” I get her to lie flat on her back before I roll over and straddle her, easily discarding my shirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Her eyes eat up every muscle and plane of my chest hungrily, and her lips part as she takes me in. I see her smile when her eyes land on the tattoo of a violent storm spanning my right pec.
“It suits you,” she says, reaching an arm up so her fingers brush over the bottom of the tornado, causing me to shiver. “Now, take off your pants.”
A breathy chuckle loosens from my chest. “Anything for you.”
She grins cheekily as I unbuckle my belt, the sound of the metal jingling before I tug down my zipper. The action only excites her more, and her hips gyrate under me. I move off of her briefly so I can remove my jeans, then she adds, “Boxers, too.”
“Hmm, I like you bossy.”
She shrugs from the bed, her eyes on my crotch. “Not bossy. I know what I want.”
The skin at the corners of her eyes crinkle with amusement as I hook my fingers in my waistband, discarding my boxers so I’m completely naked. Her eyes study me like I’m a storm cell she’s set to chase, and I want to preen from the voracious way she’s taking in every aspect of my form, particularly my erection that stands ready and leaking precum between my legs.
With her eyes never leaving mine, I resume my position on top of her, prowling over her carefully as my lips find hers again. My cock rubs against her pussy that I know is soaking her clothes, the stiff fabric and the thoughts of tasting her making me groan into her mouth.
Finley attempts to thread her hands in my hair, but I stop her, moving them up and over her head so her wrists are pinned to the creaky bed.
She pulls away from my lips. “I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” I nip at her lips. “If you touch me, I’m going to make a mess between your thighs, all over your nice jeans. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
She moans, and I kiss her again, exploring her mouth with my tongue so her taste will linger on my lips until morning. I memorize every sound she makes and all the ways her body sings under my attention.
Then I trail kisses down her check to her neck. “Leave your hands where they are,” I command. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods and bites her lip all sexy. “Yes, Professor.”
My dick throbs at her naughty response, and I hum against her sweet and salty skin, moving down her body so I can kiss her collarbone and the tops of her round tits.
I bunch up her shirt as I move further down, kissing the faint pink stretch marks on her soft stomach before dipping my tongue into her belly button. She moans, and I see her hands twitch as if she’s going to reach for me.
I gently bite her stomach, and she gasps. “Don’t forget. Keep your hands where they are, baby.”
She nods and watches me with lust-filled eyes, her skin flushed and lips plump from my kisses. I lick up her stomach again then use my hands to grip both her breasts through her shirt and bra. They’re a nice handful, and I take my time massaging them until she’s writhing on the bed, her hips thrusting up and pussy begging to be touched.
“Has anyone ever told you your body is perfect?”
She shakes her head. “Not that I remember.”
“Fucking fools,” I mutter, squeezing her breasts again. “I could kiss and lick every inch of you all night. I’ll never get tired of exploring you.”
“Ryker,” she huffs, pressing her head back against the mattress. “ Please .”
“Please, what?”
“Give me option A. I’m dying for it.”
I chuckle and kiss her belly before dragging my hands down her sides to the button of her jeans. The last time I was in this position, we were rushed and hopped up on adrenaline. Now, I get to take my time. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her what she wants right now. What we both want.
“Remove your shirt and bra. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Finley eagerly takes her hands down from above her head while I unbutton her jeans. She wiggles and works her shirt off, and I tug her jeans down, revealing her lightly tanned thighs inch by inch until only her white underwear remain along with her beige bra.
“Fuck,” I groan as I study her curvy form in the dim light of the room. Yesterday, we were almost both fully clothed. Tonight… Tonight, I get to see all of her. “Show me your tits. I want to see how hard your nipples are for me.”
Finley flushes but props herself up enough so she can do as I ask. While she reaches around for her clasp, I drag my palms up her thighs, reveling in her smooth skin against mine and the wet line I see soaking through the crotch of her panties. The musky smell of her makes my mouth water. And when her boobs finally spring free, I think I lose my ability to speak.
They’re stunning, just like the rest of her. The perfect size, large but not too large, with dark areolas and pert nipples. Another time, I want to lick and suck them while I finger her, make her squirt on my fingers while I do it. But the view will do for now.
“Lie back against the pillow and touch them,” I say huskily.
She scoots back a bit, skin jiggling from the motion. When she’s settled, her hands palm her breasts, and I loop my fingers in the band of her underwear while she watches my every move. I place my gaze between her legs as I start to slide the material down, revealing her glistening pussy.
“Shit, baby,” I groan as I finish removing them. “I’m going to lick your pretty pink cunt, and I’m not going to stop until you’ve made a mess of me.”
“Ryker—”
My name dies on her lips as I spread her thighs wide, pinning them open so I can place my lips on her. She arches, pussy thrusting into my mouth. I hold her more firmly to lick a path from ass to clit. She cries out, and I groan in satisfaction, licking her again.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” I suck her clit, nibbling at it lightly.
Finley cries out again, louder this time. “Oh my god.”
I hum and continue to eat, tugging on her labia before I swirl my tongue around her opening and taste her directly from the source. My cock jumps against the bed, and I thrust my hips to relieve a bit of the pressure. Then I take a breath before burying myself between her thighs once more.