Chapter 21 Ryker #3
‘So wet.’ I whisper, then I move her fingers down her body, watching as her eyelids grow heavy.
I stop.
Her eyes flutter open, searching mine with anger, silently demanding an answer as to why the fuck I would stop. I shake my head. Bringing her fingers between her lips, I press them in, forcing her to suck the evidence of her pleasure.
‘Don’t close your eyes, or I’ll stop,’ I warn, moving her fingers back down again. With my free hand, I swipe the condensation from the mirror, revealing us in a smattered handprint where our eyes lock in the reflection.
‘Watch yourself come.’
She does. She watches as our entwined hands move lower.
Precum shoots through the head of my dick.
My chest vibrates with a growl when I feel the heat of her silky pussy through our fingers.
I pull back slightly, letting her show me.
She starts a slow rhythm, circling her clit and the backs of her fingers brush mine.
Her mouth parts as she continues her motions, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
But it’s not how she should be touched.
‘You’re doing so well, Gianna,’ I croon.
‘I’d take my time with you. Cherish every single inch of you.
Savour every one of your cries and inhale all your moans.
’ I pause, leaning in closer to her ear.
‘But I wouldn’t let you come quickly.’ I speak against her skin. ‘And I wouldn’t touch you so softly.’
I drive her fingers in deep. Her tight channel pulses as it takes in two of her fingers.
Goddamn.
She moans as wetness drips onto our hands and the sound of her arousal echoes across the tiles. Even though her head falls back to land on my chest, she keeps her gaze locked on mine in the mirror.
‘Such a good girl,’ I breathe.
Then I move her hand. Sliding her fingers how I would if they were my own. Back and forth, I guide her palm, pressing circular motions against her clit. She cries my name, over and over, like a chant, her head lolling as her breaths come out choppy and laboured.
‘That’s it, baby. Give it to me,’ I urge.
We move faster, her pussy drenching our hands, and I feel drops of my own cum making a mess inside my jeans. I push against her ass, shoving her against the basin and making our hands press down harder.
She shifts, her delicate fingers wrapping around my wrist, moving my free hand from around her waist. She drags it back up to rest prettily around her neck, and then she squeezes.
My body catches fire with an inferno of lust. I grip her neck tighter. ‘Want me to take your breath away, huh?’
She nods lazily, melting in my hold. Goosebumps erupt across her flesh and I want to lick each one of them.
Her hand presses down on my fingers around her neck, begging me.
I shake my head. ‘That’s not what you need.’
Keeping my hand on her throat, I lean in close to whisper in her ear.
‘You’re going to breathe slower for me. Deeper.
Breathe in.’ As she inhales, I sink her fingers inside her pussy.
When her breath stalls on a gasp, I stop.
‘You stop breathing, you stop watching, we stop moving. Finish that breath.’
Her chest rises slowly, and I move with her.
‘That’s it, baby.’ I nod as her chest rises and falls completely. With each breath in, I push her fingers inside of her. And with each slow breath out, I drag them back. She whimpers, but she continues to breathe, filling her lungs deep and slow.
‘I’ll touch you like this every night when you’re mine,’ I promise.
Something in her changes, and she shudders right before she detonates, coming hard with my name screamed so loud, I don’t ever want her to say it any other way again. Her tight, perfect pussy spasms so hard, I feel the pulse through her fingers.
And she watches herself come apart on our hands through the mirror.
What a sight.
I support her weight as she collapses and rides out her orgasm. The warmth of her in my arms feels like having her come home. I don’t want to move, afraid to break the spell.
I have to, though.
She’s safe for tonight, but I came here for a reason. A promise. If Landon is just another pawn, I need to find the next piece.
I wait until Gianna starts to support some of her own weight again.
‘See what happens when you’re honest with me? I need you to trust me, Gianna. Completely.’ With her still leaning against my chest, I grip her chin with wet fingers, tilting her face up to meet mine. Making her watch as I lick every one of my fingers, wishing I could drown myself in her taste.
‘You do taste like my new favourite meal.’ Reluctantly, I release her.
If she’s safe in bed and the Mustang is in the fortress that is the Fernando Garage, nothing will be going down tonight. Still, I should check in with Ty and see if he’s got any updates with that new tracker.
I’m about to turn away, but I give my girl one last look. Cheeks still flushed, golden skin shimmering with a sheen of sweat.
God, she’s beautiful.
I lean in, ghosting a kiss across her cheek then she turns completely and I meet her eyes as I say, ‘Lock the door behind me.’