Chapter 17 – ryan
RYAN
I’ve been waiting all fucking night for this, to have Pippa’s soft lips pressed against mine. Her body stiffens with surprise, but I keep my hands tight on her waist, forcing her against me.
Jesus, she feels good.
I can’t believe I managed to wait this long. When I shook her hand after the poker game, I almost kissed her right then. Just feeling her soft hand in mine was enough to almost break my self-control.
Because it was fucking sexy that she beat me.
For some reason, her cleverness, her fire, and her defiance blend to make an aphrodisiac I can’t fucking resist. Then I had to watch her gloat and laugh in her sexy little dress while I sobered up.
And when she went and pulled off that prank shit with the socks…
goddamn, all of it just cemented something for me.
I managed to keep my hands off her in the elevator, because I know Nate has access to the security footage. Every second was agony, every word she yelled at me just stoking the fire inside me higher.
Now, I’m done fucking waiting.
I press my tongue against the seam of Pippa’s lips, and a little moan escapes the back of her throat.
She opens to me, and finally, finally I’m tasting her the way I’ve been craving.
She’s just as hungry as I am, her tongue and lips moving against mine like she doesn’t want to leave any part of me untouched.
Her hands tear at my shirt, and I yank it over my head so I can feel her hands on my skin.
Pippa drags her fingers over my pecs and down my abs while I kiss her again, shamelessly plundering her mouth with my tongue. Right now, I don’t care if she likes it. I just want to devour this goddamn woman.
Sharp pain jolts through me as Pippa bites my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. I pull away to look at her, and her red lips are curled into a satisfying, gloating smile.
“You’re going to regret that,” I growl, even as blood pulses through my cock.
“Oh, I very much doubt that.” Her smile widens, making her look exactly like she did when she won that final hand. I know she’s goading me, seeing how far I’m willing to push her. She has no idea how far I’d go to see her come apart for me.
I grab her jaw in my hand, squeezing it hard while I glare down at her.
“Tell me your safeword,” I mutter. “Now.”
Her hazel eyes flash with excitement. “Belladonna.”
Of course. Her goddamn magazine name. “You’re such a workaholic. I swear, I’m going to fuck the work ethic right out of you.”
My lips are back on hers in a second. Her tongue presses against mine and she gasps against me.
Her hands move hungrily over my chest, tracing my muscles.
“Bend over the table for me,” I order. I spin her body around so her back is against mine, putting my hand between her shoulder blades and shoving her down before she has time to obey my command.
Pippa gasps, writhing against me, and my cock throbs painfully at the feeling of her luscious ass and thighs brushing against it through my jeans.
“I don’t take orders from you.” The argument in weak considering how she’s rolling her ass against my cock, right where I fucking want her.
“Oh, but you will,” I croon. “And you want to know why?”
“Because you’re an arrogant prick?”
I weave my fingers in her hair, pulling until she whimpers sweetly. Then I press her chest down against the table. It’s just tall enough that Pippa has to stand on her toes to keep her feet on the ground.
“Because I know what you need. I know everything you crave most but are too stubborn to ask for.”
“Sounds like your ego talking.”
I bend over her, letting my bare chest settle against the soft fabric of her dress. Pippa moans as I rock my erection against her.
“Then why aren’t you fighting me?” I murmur in her ear, a smile on my lips. “I’ll tell you why. It’s because you know that I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
She sucks in a breath and her hips push back against my hard cock. “How do I know you’re not all talk?”
“Because I’ve got your panties soaked, and I haven’t even touched that pretty pussy yet.”
“Not true,” Pippa mutters, and I chuckle.
“I’m calling that bluff, Pips.” I flip up her short skirt. Of course, her black stockings are attached to garters because she lives to torture me. A pair of black lacy panties stretches across the curve of her ass.
I shove the fabric to the side, giving me full access to her slick folds. I drag my fingers between her thighs, and they come away glistening.
“Oh fuck.” I shiver. “Not wet?”
Pippa glances back over her shoulder just as I suck my fingers into my mouth. She tastes sweet, dark, and complex, just like her cherry perfume. Her eyes go wide, watching as I suck every drop of her off my fingertips.
“Tell me who made you this wet.”
I tease my fingers along her opening. I know what she wants—my fingers shoved inside her and my thumb on her clit, relieving the ache that’s building. Unfortunately for her, she won’t get it until I hear her say it.
I need to hear her say it.
“Maybe I’m pretending you’re someone else,” Pippa suggests, her gaze shifting away.
“Don’t bother lying.” I trace my finger along the crease between her thigh and her pussy, and she shudders. “You’re not that good at bluffing.”
“I was good enough to kick your ass at the poker t-table.” Her voice breaks on the last word as I repeat the same movement with my fingers.
“Try again, Pips. Tell me who made you this wet.”
I press just the tip of my finger inside her, not enough to satisfy her, but enough that I can feel her inner walls trembling. When I pull out again, Pippa whines.
“It’s a simple question.” I tease her again, brushing lightly against her lower lips without giving her the pressure she wants. “Tell me who made you this wet.”
I know how desperate Pippa is when she doesn’t correct me. If she were still in her right mind, she’d tell me that was a demand, not a question. Now, she’s worked up enough that all she can say is, “Please.”
“Please, what? Be specific, or I can’t help you.”
She whimpers, chasing my touch with a thrust of her hips. “Please touch me.”
“As much as I love hearing you beg, you still haven’t answered my question. Who made you this wet?”
“You, Ryan,” she spits, my name sounding like poison from her mouth. “You did.”
“Now, was that so hard?” Even with the attitude, she gets a reward for following orders. I press my finger against her clit and move it up and down. The touch is feather-light, enough to relieve some of her ache, but not nearly what she needs. She cries, and I see tears gathering in her eyes.
“I need more,” Pippa moans. “I thought you said you know what I need.”
“Of course I do.” I press harder, just for a second, giving her a taste of it. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to you.”
“Please. Please, Ryan.”
“Please, what?”
She swallows, and I know that all her pride is gone. She’s pure want now, and ready to give me anything I goddamn want. The victory tastes so sweet, it beats every fucking poker tournament I’ve won in the past year.
“Please make me come,” she whispers.
“Look at me when you beg,” I demand, reaching to jerk her chin down until her hazel eyes lock on mine. “If you want me to ruin you, I need to see how badly you want it.”
I drag my fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, deliberately skirting around where she’s soaked for me. The frustrated little noise she makes shoots straight to my cock.
Finally, mercifully, I stroke her clit with intent and fuck, her face breaks so beautifully.
“That’s it,” I praise, voice rough. “Now be a good girl and let me take care of you.”
Her slickness drips down onto my fingers, her thighs tightening around my hand. While I play with her swollen clit, I slide my middle finger inside her. She’s so wet and ready, I don’t meet any resistance.
“Ryan!” Pippa shrieks when I hook in a second digit, writhing against me.
I don’t even have to move. She shifts her hips, fucking herself against my hand.
I watch her pussy take me. The black lace underwear pushed to the side makes the sight even hotter.
Makes me want to hear her scream my name again.
“You look so pretty like this, Pips. So desperate and pathetic, you’re fucking my fingers.”
Little gasps and moans fall from her mouth. She’s too far gone to even argue with me. I could probably spank her, bite her, or even wrap my hand around her neck hard enough to cut off her breath, and she’d let me do it. She needs to come that bad.
Fortunately for her, right now, we want the same thing—for Pippa to come so hard, it breaks her.
“No one else gets to see you like this,” I rasp, eyes glued to where she’s riding my hand.
Something swells in my chest and the next command comes out in a growl. “No one else gets to feel how tight you squeeze when you’re about to fall apart. This is mine, Pippa. All. Fucking. Mine.”
I focus my attention on her clit, drawing hard circles around it, repeating any motion that makes Pippa cry out. I curl my finger inside her as she fucks me, searching for the spot that’ll make her lose it.
“Be good now, baby,” I mutter. “Come for me. Scream my name when you do it.”
Her pussy trembles and clenches like a vice around my finger, the second before Pippa screams and orgasms. I rub her clit through it, extending it as long as I can. Fuck, the next time she comes, I need to see her face. I need that image in my mind for any future jack-off sessions.
Finally, she slumps bonelessly against the table, all the fight orgasmed out of her. This moment should be perfect.
Except she didn’t listen to instructions.
Grabbing her by the arms, I haul her up against me and spin her so she’s looking at me.
“You want to tell me what the fuck you were doing?”
She blinks up at me through heavy eyelids. “I was coming?”
“And I didn’t hear my goddamn name.”