31. Arabella
31
Arabella
I ’ve been able to prepare for a lot of things in my life, but Ryker Hart storming into my apartment, pulling my hair and whispering in my ear that I’m all he sees is nothing I could have seen coming. I wish I had words for what I’m feeling, but they aren’t coming and I’m not even sure my brain is fully functional in the wake of it all.
And that kiss. That kiss. When he pulls his lips from mine, dizziness consumes me as my fingers brush my tingling lips. Fire burns deep in my belly and I never want to extinguish it. In fact, I want him to do it again.
“I know you don’t believe me,” he says, low and soothing. “But you will when I’m done with you. Come with me.”
He releases my hair and grabs my hand, pulling me into the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed.
“Strip,” he commands and my brain stutters.
Am I dreaming?
“Now,” he barks with a wave of his hand. “All of it.”
Fuck, he's so hot like this.
I sit up and quickly lift my tank top over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my tits are now bare to him and my nipples instantly harden under his intense gaze. I also happen to not be wearing any underwear. Things are clearly about to get very interesting.
Before I can reach for my sleep shorts, he’s done waiting. He pushes me flat on the bed, grabbing the waistband, pulling them off in one swift motion. The exposure causes a rush of vulnerability to run through me and I slap my arms over my chest and crotch, trying to cover myself and avoid his scrutiny.
He pushes my hands away and growls, “Don't hide yourself from me. Your body is a work of art and I want to see it all.”
It’s all happening so fast, it has my mind so fucking confused while my pussy is all aboard this new, growly Ryker train. Choo choo, motherfucker.
He steps up to the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt from the top down as he pulls it from the waistband of his pants. My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sight. Dear God, please tell me this is the moment I finally get to put my tongue on this man. I’ve waited so long and been so patient.
That's it. I’m officially dickmatized.
“Are you eye fucking me, baby?” he asks, cocking his head to the side, interrupting my silent prayer. “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he starts unbuttoning his pants, my brain malfunctions. I’m about to see Ryker naked. He slides them down his legs, stepping out of them and all I can focus on is his fully erect cock contained only by his boxer briefs.
“Spread those legs and show me that pretty pussy, Bella.” Did he just call me Bella?
I blink up at him but do as I'm told, slowly lowering my knees to the bed, exposing myself fully to him. There’s a fire burning just underneath the surface as I watch his pupils blow wider with every movement I make.
“Good girl, now take your fingers and spread your pussy lips. Show me how soaked you are for me,” he commands and I swear to all the powers that be to let this be real because I'll physically combust if I find out I'm having another Ryker wet dream.
I do as he says and feel every bit as exposed as I am.
“Please, for the love of god, tell me you're on birth control.” He questions while placing a knee on the bed and pushing my hands away.
“Why?” I ask, breathlessly. I’m certain I know what his answer will be, but I still need to hear it.
“Because I’m about to fuck you into this mattress baby, and I don’t want anything between us when I do.”
“Oh,” I let out a breath and whisper. “I get the depo shot every three months. I’ve also been tested recently, but I’ve never fucked without a condom.”
“Atta girl. It makes me even harder knowing I’ll be the first and last to be bare inside you.” Last? My mind begins to swirl, confused, as I remember we agreed on a timeframe for all of this. The plan was for all of it to end at some point.
“Hey,” he directs my gaze back to him with a finger against my chin. “I’m gonna need you to stay with me and get out of your head, okay? What's your safeword?”
“Pumpernickel.”
“Pumpernickel?”
“Yeah. It’s not my favorite bread and I can’t imagine I’d ever say the word for any other reason.” I stare up at him, blinking, and hoping I don’t sound as ridiculous as I feel.
Instead, he chuckles. “Okay. I expect you to use it if you need to. Understand?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Ryker
Holy fucking shit, if this woman isn’t the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I’m still pissed she ran off without a word, but I don’t want to scare her and fuck her out of anger. I’m not a fucking monster. I do feel like I’m going out of my fucking mind, though. My body is vibrating with the anticipation of getting inside her, but I’m not small and I need to make sure she’s ready. I don’t remember the last time I fucked someone without a condom, but it’s been a long time. Having anything between us doesn't feel like an option. I want to feel every part of her.
I slide my hand down her body, lightly grazing her pale, bare neck. I’ve never collared a woman, but something about her–here underneath me, has a feeling of possessiveness rolling through me that tugs at me to lock her down and claim her so no one else can have her.
My hands graze her tits and I pause, giving her pointed nipple a tight pinch causing her to release a strained moan. “Mmmm.”
“That’s right,” I recall. “My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, doesn’t she?”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before my hand makes contact with her sopping wet pussy. Caressing my fingers along her slit, I spread her open and rub her hard little clit with my thumb.
“Oh fuck,” she cries and I lean to the side, so I can watch my thick middle finger slide inside of her. She's so fucking tight.
“Your cunt is soaked, baby. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Have you seen you? Aren’t you used to panties just drenching and dropping when you walk by at this point?”
I answer her snark with a chuckle then add a second finger, quickly thrusting them inside her.
“Better watch that smart mouth or I’ll have to punish it.”
She nods and bites her lip as I remove my fingers from her to free my aching cock.
I need to be inside her–yesterday. I make quick work of sliding down my boxers, and as soon as she feels my solid length brush against her, her eyes widen in panic.
“Don’t worry, sweet girl, you can take me.”