22. Ryker #3
I pulled her back up then and pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly before pulling her chin up to look at me.
“Do everything I say,” I said steadily as she breathed heavily.
“Okay.” She nodded, gazing into my eyes.
“I want you to hold this against yourself,” I instructed as I handed her the vibrator. “I want you to hold it there, and I want you to bring yourself pleasure, but you must not come.”
“Okay,” she said as she took the vibrator from me.
“I’ll be very upset if you come.”
“I mean, that’s not something I can help.” She giggled as she looked up at me.
“You only come for me,” I said. “Your orgasms are for me and my cock.”
“Jealous of a vibrator, Ryker?” she said with a slight flush as she glanced at me.
“Jealous isn’t quite the right word.”
“What’s the right word, then?”
I placed my jacket and shirt down on the ground for her to rest on. “On your knees, Mila,” I commanded gruffly.
“So you just want me to hold it between my legs?” She looked up at me, clueless.
“Hand it to me.” I took the vibrator from her hand, turned it on, and then slapped it between her legs, holding it close to her bud. I moved it back and forth, allowing my fingers to graze her gently.
“Oh my gosh, Ryker,” she squealed as she moved forward.
“Yes?” I whispered as I felt her growing wetter and wetter.
“I think I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not,” I said, holding it there. “Not until I’m inside you.”
“I don’t know what sort of self-restraint you think I have.
” She cried out. “But I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop—oh, oh, Ryker.
” She shuddered, and I froze, wondering if she was going to come.
I didn’t want her to come from a little plastic machine.
I knew it was stupid of me, but I wanted to feel like only me being inside her could make her come.
I wanted to own her body. I wanted my cock to be her master. The secret to her pleasure.
“I want to feel you inside me.” She cried out again and looked back at me. “Please, now.”
“Okay.” I grinned and looked down at the pure lust and want on her face.
It was enough to make my heart thump harder.
She looked beautiful, her hair flying in the wind and her cheeks flushed pink.
Her eyes looked dazed, and her lips were trembling as she waited for me to take her.
I pulled the vibrator away from her, and she moaned.
“No, baby,” I said softly. “I want to make sure that when you come, it’s all because of me. ”
“Of course, it’s all because of you.” She cried out, and I could hear the desire in her voice as she waited for her release.
“That’s right, baby,” I soothed, feeling cheesy as I said the words.
I wasn’t sure who I was becoming. I wasn’t this man.
I didn’t get caught up. I didn’t feel things when having sex.
At least, not emotional things. I just fucked for a release.
I didn’t need to look into the woman’s eyes, didn’t care about wanting to see that look of pleasure and devotion in her stare as she came crashing down from her high.
In fact, I hated it when a woman looked at me with anything other than lust. I didn’t want her to feel that there was any involvement aside from the sex because there wasn’t.
That was different with Mila, though. I didn’t know why.
I didn’t want to think about it too hard.
She was just someone who’d been in my life for a long time, and that was why it affected me differently.
She was an innocent, not used to the games of men.
I was going slowly, treading carefully, because I cared about her feelings.
I was still a bastard, though. If I weren’t, I never would have taken her in the first place.
“Close your eyes,” I said as I dropped to my knees and pulled my pants down.
My hands slid up her body, grabbed her breasts, and pinched her nipples as I positioned her in front of me.
My right hand fell from her breast, and I guided my hardness inside her.
I could feel her quivering on me, and it only made me grow harder.
To know I had this power over her . . . that I could make her body come for me .
. . that I could make her want me more than she’d ever wanted anything before. That was power. That was greatness.
“Ryker,” she screamed out as I pounded into her with all that I had, leaving nothing to chance.
I slid in and out of her, guiding my cock as if commanding a great naval fleet.
I stared out at the night sky as she screamed out my name with her orgasm, and I withdrew from her and spurted onto the roof.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt along with my pride.
This wasn’t what it was about. This wasn’t a moment to be proud of, though I couldn’t stop myself from grinning down at her as she beamed up at me.
My lips were smiling, but my eyes and heart felt dead.
I had no idea what I was doing here, to her.
All I knew was that I was in over my head.