Chapter Eight #3
I lap at a final drop near his sternum when Ryker’s hand shoots out, catching me by the jaw.
He forces my head up, his grip tight, and pulls me down into a filthy, deep kiss.
He forces his tongue into my mouth, tasting my cum on my lips, mixing our saliva.
The kiss is dominating, rough, his other hand sliding around my waist to grab my hip.
While his mouth claims mine, he reaches a hand behind me.
I gasp against his lips as he pushes his own fingers deep into my hole.
It’s so much easier now, the muscle yielding, accepting his invasion without the sting from earlier. He slides in and out, twisting his wrist, claiming the space I just worked open for him. He grins against my mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, his breath hot against my lips.
“Nice and loose,” he murmurs, eyes glinting in the low light. “Good boy.”
Ryker pulls his wet fingers out of me, leaving a hollow, pulsing ache behind.
I barely have time to suck in a breath before he shifts beneath me, the mattress dipping under his weight as he adjusts his hips.
The cool air of the bedroom brushes against my wet skin, making me shiver from the sudden loss of his touch.
“Put my cock inside you,” Ryker orders. He just expects obedience.
My hand shakes as I reach behind my back.
I twist my torso awkwardly, my shoulder protesting the angle.
My fingers brush the warm skin of his thigh before finding what he wants me to take.
I wrap my fist around his cock, and my breath hitches.
He’s wide. So much broader than Ash. The girth of him resting in my palm sends a spike of panic through my veins, mixed with a filthy thrill.
The head of his shaft is smooth, slick with his own wetness, and the veins jump beneath my touch.
I swallow hard, guiding his blunt tip to my entrance, my pulse hammering.
I bear down, sinking onto him a fraction of an inch.
I let out a sharp gasp. The stretch burns hotly, making my eyes water.
I freeze, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as I hover over him.
It’s too much, too wide, and I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from whining out loud.
My nails dig into my palms. I try to lift myself up, to escape the fullness, but Ryker’s hands shoot out and clamp down on my hips.
“Don’t stop,” Ryker rumbles, his grip unforgiving. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding me in place. “Take it, Jaxon.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and lower myself another inch.
My muscles scream, protesting the invasion.
I breathe through my nose, trying to let my body yield to him.
I sink down slowly, millimeter by excruciating millimeter.
The slick mess of lube and spit helps him glide past my ring, but the bulk of him makes me feel like I’m splitting apart.
The fullness expanding inside my gut is staggering.
When I finally bottom out, my ass resting flush against his groin, I slump forward.
My hands slap flat against his chest, my forehead dropping to his collarbone as I pant.
The scent of his spicy cologne fills my nose as I try to adjust to the feeling of being prized open.
Ryker doesn’t coddle me. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay or give me time to recover from the shock. His hands slide from my hips, trailing up my sides, his thumbs brushing my ribs.
“Ride,” he commands, a wicked edge to his tone.
I swallow, lifting my head. I brace my palms against his ribs, the heat spilling off his torso.
I squeeze my glutes, pulling myself up the length of his shaft.
The drag inside my gut makes my toes curl, the burn flaring up again before I drop my hips back down.
A wet smack echoes as our bodies collide.
Ryker watches me from the pillows, eyes dark and feral.
A vicious satisfaction painted across his handsome features, watching me do the work.
I push up again, then sink down, finding a rough pace.
My breath comes in harsh gasps, a drop of sweat slipping from my chin and landing on his stomach.
I roll my hips, trying to hit that spot deep inside me.
I cry out when he suddenly bucks upward to meet my descent, driving himself deeper than I meant to go.
The impact forces all the air from my lungs.
I ride him, my arms shaking with the effort, my face flushed hot.
The initial burn fades, wet heat pools in my belly.
I pant, working myself on his cock, a messy, desperate display that Ryker drinks in with unapologetic hunger.
He doesn’t touch himself. He lets me exhaust myself trying to satisfy him, my thighs burning, my core clenching around his imposing size.
Then, without warning, the world spins.
Ryker grips my waist and shoves me hard.
I tumble sideways, letting out a startled yelp as I hit the mattress.
Before I can orient myself or figure out what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach, shoving my face into the tangled duvet.
His hands clamp onto my hips, yanking me up so my ass is raised in the air, my chest forced flat against the sheets.
The sudden change in position leaves me dizzy, gasping for breath into the fabric.
He doesn’t waste a single second. He lines himself up, his hands bruising my waist, and buries his cock inside me to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust.
I scream into the duvet. He pulls back and slams forward again, the impact jarring my teeth. The pace he sets is merciless. There’s no teasing, no checking to see if I can take it, just raw, punishing force. He pounds into me, his groin slapping against my ass cheeks with loud, wet smacks.
My mind goes blank. Every thrust hits a spot inside me that sends arcs of electricity shooting through my groin.
I thrash against the mattress, my hands fisting in the sheets, knuckles turning white.
His grip on my hips is like a vice, holding me perfectly in place to take every brutal inch he has to give.
I can’t escape him, and I don’t really want to.
“Fuck,” Ryker snarls above me, his chest heaving against my back with every downward plunge.
I can’t form words. I whine helplessly, sounds slipping from my mouth with every impact.
The pleasure’s so sharp it borders on agony.
My cock drags against the damp sheets beneath me, leaking nonstop.
I don’t need to touch it. The internal pounding, the dominance of his body taking mine apart, pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
The way he claims me, ruthless and demanding, rewires something fundamental in my brain.
I sob into the pillow, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity, the feelings too good, too overwhelming. My body can’t handle the sensory overload.
“Please,” I beg, my voice cracking, though I don’t know what I’m asking for. I just need some kind of release before my heart gives out.
He growls against my skin. He drops his weight closer to my back, boxing me in. His teeth graze the shell of my ear, a wet, biting kiss that makes me shudder. He trails open-mouthed bites down the side of my neck, his stubble scratching my skin, before sinking his teeth hard into my shoulder.
I cry out, my hips stuttering, my body arching into his hold. The sharp pain of his bite mixed with the aggressive, deep thrusts of his cock snaps the last thread of my control.
I come, blindingly hard, without a single finger touching my shaft.
My cock spurts into the sheets, hot cum soaking the fabric beneath my stomach.
My body locks up, my spine bowing as I ride out the climax.
I whimper, my face mashed into the pillows, helpless while my body empties out in pulsing waves, a messy, shattering orgasm that leaves me seeing stars.
Ryker doesn’t slow down. He fucks into my orgasm, his thrusts turning choppy and desperate. He lets go of my hip, his hand shooting up to lace into my hair. He yanks my head back, exposing my throat, forcing a choked gasp from my lungs as he drives in as deep as he can go.