Whirlwind

20. Finley

Chapter twenty

Finley

That’s what my tombstone is going to read, and I don’t even care. That’s what I want it to read.

“Ryker!” I practically scream. “I can’t take it anymore, please .”

He sucks at the skin of my inner thigh as my hands grip the comforter. He’s made me come three times already, a record for me in such a short amount of time. The only person who’s ever been able to make me come like this is me—with the help of my trusty wand.

“Please what, baby?” He licks my clit, and his long fingers that found their way inside me after my first orgasm sink deeper in, brushing my G-spot.

“I need you to fuck me like you said. Please, please, please.” I arch off the bed as he starts to move his fingers faster, the wet noise of my arousal crude as he fucks me with them.

“Hmm, you want choice C now, Ms. Buckley?”

Ms. Buckley . It sounds so much better coming from his lips while he’s giving me endless orgasms than it has any time before. “Yes, please. I need it. I need you.”

“Come again, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he insists.

“Ryk—” His name fades as he suctions my clit back into his mouth. It’s swollen and sensitive to the point I’d jackknife off the bed if he wasn’t pinning me down with his free hand. He hums around my clit as his fingers fuck me faster, going deeper inside me as he adds a third, stretching me wider.

“Come for me, I know you want to,” he taunts, his voice playful and rough. Ugh, god. Why does he have to be playful in bed and good at giving orgasms? I’m never going to want to let this man go.

Ryker’s fingers curl, and he scrapes his teeth gently over my clit as he hits the perfect spot inside me that builds a pressure I’ve never felt before low in my stomach.

“Oh shit, I—” Am I going to do what I think I’m going to do?

“Come on, Ms. Buckley,” he taunts. “I’ll give you extra credit if you soak my beard.”

My entire body seizes, and I feel my orgasm on the brink of exploding, my eyes spotting as he flicks my clit with his tongue .

Given everything that’s happened over the last day, that shouldn’t have been hot. His dirty words should not be what sends me over the edge—“Oh, Ryker!”

He thrusts his fingers deep and sucks my clit hard.

I shatter.

Warm wetness floods down my thighs, my entire body shakes, and a scream I didn’t think I was possible of making leaves my lips, most likely waking up Ezra and anyone close to our room. I should be embarrassed, but my entire body is shaking, and I feel as if I’m floating like a bubble in the summer air.

“That’s my girl.” Ryker’s voice penetrates my blissed-out haze. His tongue laps at my thighs before he’s kissing up my body. His nude form is slick and heavy against mine, but I love the feel of him as he lays gently on top of me, his thick and weeping cock searing my skin.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I suck in a breath, and he tucks a piece of damp hair behind my ear as my eyes open to meet his. He’s grinning wide, his well-trimmed beard wet and lips pink from his time between my thighs.

“Looks like I got that extra credit,” I say, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles then kisses me, slipping his tongue inside, sharing a taste of my cum with me before pulling back. “Touch me,” he commands softly.

I don’t waste a second before I dig my fingers into his damp hair, tugging on the ends that stick to the nape of his neck. He grunts into my mouth as his dick twitches against me. He kisses me deeper, and I feel some of his precum against my skin. I need to have him inside me again, thrusting and moving so deep I’ll feel him for days.

I release one of my hands from his hair and score my nails down his back, arching into him so my soaked pussy slides over his length. “ Fuck me, Ryker.”

He almost growls, tugging my bottom lip and biting down gently before our eyes meet. “Get on your knees and grab the headboard.”

Ryker’s body weight moves from mine, and he helps me up onto my knees. I place my hands on the flimsy headboard and arch my ass back to him as if I’m presenting it to him as a gift. His hand skates down my spine, sending shivers wracking through me. Then he gently slaps my butt, and I squeal.

“Someday, I want to take you here.” He spits, wet saliva dripping between my crease before he presses his wet thumb to my back entrance. My head drops to my chest, and I lean in to the pressure. “Would you like that?”

I nod my head in a yes, and he slaps my asscheek again.

“What was that?”

“Yes!” I keen as his thumb slips inside, the sensation new and exciting. But too quickly, he pulls it away.

“Hmm, I can’t wait.”

I stifle a whine and grip the headboard. Ryker shifts behind me, his workman’s hands kneading the skin of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and opening my pussy so he can admire how wet he’s made me after multiple orgasms.

“I can’t wait to see my cum drip out of you…” He smacks my ass yet again before I feel the tip of his thick cock dragging between my pussy lips. “Can I see it, Ms. Buckley?”

I turn my head to look at him. He’s staring at me intently, his dick in one hand, ready and poised at my entrance, while his other hand strokes my backside. He looks wild with his dark hair mussed, skin slick, and eyes dilated.

I know what he’s asking: He wants to fuck me bare. He knows I’m on birth control—I told him as much—and despite everything, I trust him. I’ve always trusted him. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.

“Yes. I want that, too.”

Ryker’s eyes burn with intensity, then, with one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself fully inside my pussy. My body jars forward from the motion.

“Fuck!” I cry. He feels so hot, and I feel so full. It’s exactly how I felt yesterday but even better. In this position, I can feel him in ways I couldn’t before. He gently glides out then thrusts back in, all the way to the hilt. “Yes! Just like that.”

He holds my hips and continues with the same rhythm, dragging his cock slowly out before thrusting hard enough that I swear I feel him in my throat.

“Goddamn,” Ryker grunts. “Your pussy is choking my dick.”

He slams back inside me, and this time, he picks up the pace, his hips snapping against my ass and his balls hitting my sensitive pussy at the right angle to brush my swollen clit. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I feel like I’m going to come again already. It’s all too much. He’s too much. In the best way possible.

“Ryker,” I whine. “God, I’m gonna—” My orgasm crashes over me before I can stop it, and Ryker falls forward, his hips quickening their pace as he slams into me, working me through my release.

“Fuck,” he moans. “I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me. It’s so good.”

One of his hands wraps around my waist, and his fingers find my clit, circling it in a slow motion. I cry his name, knowing that if he wasn’t on top of me, I would have snapped my legs closed.

“Be a good girl, and give me one more.” He kisses my shoulder.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” he insists, thrusting into me harder. “Come with me. I want to feel your orgasm milk me. I want you to make me come so hard we see stars together.”

“You’re so”—I take a shaky breath—“dirty.” I exhale on a chuckle and push my ass back into him, his length somehow sinking even deeper, if that’s even possible .

“You make me want to say and do dirty things.” He thrusts. “Now come for me, baby. Give me what’s mine.” His dick hits impossibly deep inside me, and my entire body shudders as I come harder than I have tonight—which is saying something.

Ryker lets out a long groan before calling out my name as he explodes inside me. I feel his warm release fill me up, and the floating sensation from before returns to my body as we ride out our orgasms together, my pussy squeezing his cock like he wanted.

Eventually, Ryker’s thrusts slow. The grip he has on my hip loosens but leaves tingles in its wake at how hard he’d been holding me, hard enough I think he left a mark—or marks. He takes a moment to catch his breath then kisses over my shoulders and down my spine. It’s slow and gentle, almost reverent. After he’s had his fill, he slides his softening length from my body. I go to move, but he stops me.

“You said I could watch.”

Goosebumps appear across my skin, and if I wasn’t orgasmed out, I’d have come again by his words alone.

I dare a glance over my shoulder to see Ryker standing like a god at the foot of the bed, his eyes on my pussy. My inner muscles flutter at the sight of him watching me, which causes his warm release to drip from my sex. He groans, and I don’t miss how his glistening cock twitches against his thigh.

When I think he’s finally done looking and my face is burning from his studious gaze, he steps forward and trails a finger up my wet thigh, setting fire to my sensitive skin. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he drags his finger through his semen and pushes it back inside me.

My entire body shudders again, and my head drops to my chest. When Ryker seems satisfied he’s gotten every drop back in, he crawls on the bed and gently guides me onto my side, pulling me into his chest.

For a while, we don’t talk, and all I know is the sound of our breathing and his heartbeat steadily thudding in my ear. When my eyes start to droop and his lips press against my forehead, I force myself awake and look at the old digital clock on the nightstand. It’s almost half past midnight.

“Joey is going to want to sleep at some point,” I say, though he definitely can’t sleep in this bed. We’ll have to get a cot rolled in and open the windows to air it out.

Ryker holds me tighter. “Did you have to say his name right now while we’re both naked together and my cum is inside you?”

The corner of my mouth turns up. “Sorry, but he does have to get back in here. Otherwise, he has to share with Ezra and Hawk. Not that I’d think he’d mind sharing a bed with the latter.”

Ryker’s body stiffens. At first, I think his reaction is because of the possibility of Joey having to room with Hawk and Ezra, because if he does that, the entire team will know for sure that Ryker and I slept together. But then I realize what I said and feel stupid for saying it, because I don’t know if Joey wanted Ryker to know his personal information.

“Ryker, what is it?” I ask, holding my breath in anticipation of his answer. When I feel his body relax, mine does, too.

“Well, shit, I guess that explains Joey’s tall, dark, and smart comment,” he drawls, Southern accent thicker than usual.

My face screws up. “I have no idea what that means.”

“Joey spoke to me before we danced, I apologized for my behavior, and…”

“And what?”

Ryker strokes my cheek and sighs. “Do you promise not to be angry?”

“I can’t promise that, no.”

His breath puffs over the top of my hair. “Fair enough.” He takes a breath. “Joey told me I was being an idiot about you, helped me see what kind of mistake I was making by what I did and told me to go to you on the dance floor.”

My heart warms at his words. Joey is the sweetest person alive, and I love that he did that, even if it was meddling. But he always has the best intentions, and I know he wouldn’t have encouraged Ryker if he didn’t think our relationship could be something.

I look into Ryker’s eyes. “Why would I be angry about that?”

“I don’t want you to think the only reason I apologized is because Joey pushed me to.”

“Is it?”

He shakes his head and squeezes me closer. “No, he may have helped me see what a fucking idiot I was for what I said yesterday, but I already knew it. I just spiraled because of the circumstances.”

I run my fingers through the light smattering of chest hair over Ryker’s pecs. He shivers at the gentle motion, and I smile to myself. “We can talk about our circumstances later,” I tell him, because honestly, I don’t want to think about school or the fact that he’s my professor or our age difference—none of it matters right now. I want to enjoy this moment without all that.

“Okay,” Ryker says.

“But I still want to know what that has to do with the tall, dark, and smart comment.”

He threads one of his toned legs through mine, and I cuddle further into his damp chest, not caring that this room is hot and I’m a literal mess. The motel maid is going to hate us tomorrow when she strips the sheets.

“As I’ve already confessed, my idiot self thought he was flirting with you this whole time.”

“He was,” I tease.

Ryker chuffs. “Yeah, yeah. I get it, but you know what I mean.”

I tug on some of the hair I’m playing with, and Ryker’s cock twitches against my leg. It makes me grin deviously and has him clearing his throat.

“He told me he was bi and that he generally prefers tall, dark, and smart—I thought he meant me at first.”

I cackle. “Oh, Ryker, no. ”

His fingers tickle against my ribs gently, and I squirm, shoving him away. He smiles wide, a smile I’ve missed seeing on his face, then he pulls me back into him and places his chin on top of my head.

“Yeah, I get that now. I can’t believe I didn’t see it.”

“It was easy to spot if you were paying attention. They were definitely not just tinkering with the rockets together outside the diner earlier, either. They were totally making out.”

Ryker’s chest rumbles. “I don’t need that mental image. Hawk is my best friend.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t notice.” I pull my head back to look up into his eyes again. “Does it bother you?” I ask, hoping it doesn’t.

“No, of course not. I know Hawk is gay—I’ve known since we met—but I was too preoccupied with my own shit to realize he was seeing Joey. I need to apologize for that, too.”

“Maybe they want to keep things private. I don’t know much about their relationship, either—I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”

Ryker shakes his head. “Joey was telling me without actually telling me earlier. I was too dense to hear what he was saying.”

“Hawk won’t be upset that we both know?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I’m kind of surprised you didn’t know already is all.”

“Hawk’s always been private about his intimate relationships for a lot of reasons. I’m not surprised he didn’t tell me, but I should’ve noticed. I’ve been such an ass.”

I kiss his chest. “It happens.”

That makes the corners of his lips turn up. “I don’t deserve you.”

I lift my head so our faces are closer together. “Maybe you don’t, maybe you do. But can you hold me? I’m exhausted, and I’m sick of talking.”

His small smile expands wider. “Of course, baby. ”

I snuggle into him and sigh against his warm chest while his body envelopes me. “I like when you call me that,” I mumble as sleep starts to pull me under.

“And I like calling you that.” He presses his lips to my hair. “Now, get some rest, and I’ll text Joey and the guys about the room change.”

“They won’t mind?”

“They won’t. I promise,” he assures me. “Now, get some rest.”

I mumble something unintelligible as I allow myself to fall into dreamland wrapped safely in my professor’s arms.