Chapter Twenty-Six
Camille
S ince I already edited all of the content I shot tonight and scheduled posts to go live for the next few days, I’m left alone with too much time to think as I wait for him, specifically about what happened tonight. Getting hit by the ball wasn’t a big deal to me. It happens and I’m okay. I was just left with a nice bruise and a couple scratch marks.
What’s running over and over in my mind is what happened when I was focused on Ryker running to come check on me. Were there cameras on me? Did my parents catch wind of it and are already on their way here?
Not to mention, the worry I felt when the fight broke between Ryker and that other player because the idea of anyone hurting him made me want to scream.
The anxiety in my stomach intensifies from all of it, so I text my brother Quentin and ask him to have his PI team look into things for me.
Needing to move my body and clear my mind, I make my way to the locker room. I already have access to the room, so no one will question why I’m in here and I don’t want to be by myself with my worries.
I want Ryker by my side and the peace that settles over me whenever I’m with him.
The room’s empty when I push through the doors, all of the dirty jerseys in the hampers, the smell making my nose twitch. Ryker’s cubby is the only one with stuff in it, meaning he’s alone. But where is he?
I’m about to turn around and look elsewhere when I hear the shower running. I quietly walk back toward the showers. “Ryker?” I call out from the archway that leads to the shower stalls.
“Cami?” he calls back.
I step into the shower area, and my eyes instantly find him in the second stall from the end, a billow of steam rising atop of it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and force a smile. “I was bored waiting for you, that’s all.”
I know he wants to call bullshit, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t.
Instead, he exits the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. From his sinewy muscles, mixed with the droplets of water on his skin that I want to lick off, I’m debating doing something really bad in a place I shouldn’t.
“You’re so hot,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating instantly. I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.
Ryker smirks as he saunters over to me. “Look who’s talking.” His eyes scorch my skin as they roam my body hungrily, but when they land on my jaw, his eyes harden and he grimaces. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be honest. It hurt when it happened. But I’m fine now, no pain.” I shrug .
“You have no idea how badly I still want to kick his ass.” He scowls.
I don’t want him to get upset, nor do I want to be reminded of my worries, so I change the topic. “And you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you.”
Ryker wastes no time and presses his lips gently to mine while holding me around my waist. Every brush of his lips against mine melts my worries away and everything around me begins to fade.
Before I get lost in it, I break away from him. “Ryker, we can’t do this here.”
“Everyone’s gone home. I had to stay late to talk to Coach about what happened, and I know he won’t come in here,” he says, then drops his lips to my neck, eliciting a gasp from me. “Where’s that rebellious girl at? Be bad for me this time.”
Excitement shivers down my spine, making my toes curl in my sneakers. “Okay.”
Ryker’s deep blue eyes darken, and then he’s lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him to me until our lips meet in a searing kiss as he walks us into the shower he was in. One of his hands lets go of my body and he turns the water back on.
I throw my head back as giggles overtake me, feeling so safe with this man. I shriek as my clothes begin to dampen. “Why are you turning the water on? I still have my clothes on.”
“I need it to drown out how loud I’m going to make you scream.” He smirks as his fingers tug the button and pull on the zipper of my shorts, yanking them down my legs.
I step out of them, along with my shoes, socks, and underwear, and set them on the bench where the spray of the water won’t soak them more than they already are. My hands reach for the hem of my top, but Ryker stills them with his hand on mine.
“Let me,” he rasps as he slowly peels my top off, leaving me in my white lacy bralette. His eyes darken as he looks me over and suddenly, he’s ripping that off my body too, tossing it on the bench behind us.
“I want to come on your tits one day,” Ryker hums, then latches his lips onto one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth.
“Yes, please,” I murmur as I lean my head against the tile, letting the water trickle down my body.
“I need to make you come on my tongue first, and then I’ll be dying to slide into you, so I’ll paint you in my cum another time.”
“Mhm.” I nod incoherently, lost in the pleasure of his lips on me while his hand trails down my stomach and finally right where I want him.
Ryker runs a single digit through my slit, and I jolt in response, my body attuned to his touch. His finger moves down toward my center, dipping inside the slightest bit. “More, Ryker.” I pant as my body heats despite being under cool water.
He obliges, his finger sliding in deeper as his mouth continues to lavish my breasts. He adds another finger, filling me as he begins to pump them inside of me. My hips rock against his hand, chasing my orgasm.
While it feels good, the mention of me coming on his tongue has me hyper-fixated on doing just that.
“I need your tongue,” I tell him, pulling on his wet strands to get his mouth off me.
Ryker licks his lips and kneels. He lifts my leg on his shoulder, presses soft kisses to my mound, and inhales deeply. “I love everything about your pussy, you know that? The way it smells and tastes. It’s fucking perfect.”
Then his tongue is on my clit, flicking and licking as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. My knees buckle but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he picks up his pace, flicking rapidly my clit with his tongue.
The sensation makes my entire body heat as a buzz begins to unfurl in my stomach. I’m not quiet as moans escape my lips, my fingers digging into his scalp. Ryker’s lips wrap around my clit and suck as his fingers curl inside of me, making me black out as an orgasm rips through me.
“Ryker!” I scream as waves of pleasure course throughout me.
“That’s it, baby, give it to me,” he rasps, lapping up everything I give him as my body settles from the intense orgasm.
I rest my head on the cool tile, taking a moment to breathe as he continues to lick my slit up and down.
“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” he asks, making me lift my head to look down at him. His beard is covered in my arousal, and the sight makes my pussy ache.
“No…” I trail, unsure where he’s going with this.
“Want me to show you?”
“Yes,” I answer without a doubt, willing to try anything with him.
Ryker’s tongue returns to my pussy for a few strokes, then he stands and grips my chin. “Open up.”
I do as he says and stick my tongue out, making him hum in approval. Ryker’s mouth hovers above mine, and then he opens it, spitting my cum out of his mouth and into mine. With my mouth still open, my cum on my tongue, he licks the seam of my lips, spreading any remaining proof of my orgasm onto them.
“Taste yourself, princess, see how sweet you are.”
I close my lips as I swallow, then lick them clean. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
My thighs shake, and if he weren’t holding me like this, I’d have buckled to the ground.
I grab his face in my hands and pull his lips to mine, kissing him fiercely. Ryker kisses me back just as hard, his tongue entering my mouth. He tastes like me and I find myself even more turned on over that fact. Our hands explore each other’s bodies as our lips work together.
Reaching between us, I yank on his towel and throw it onto the wet tiles. My fist wraps around his cock, twisting and working his hard length, eliciting a rugged moan from his lips.
“Fuck me,” I tell him as his lips descend on my neck, making my core heat up once
again.
“How?” he asks, and the question makes my stomach flip. Ryker always makes sure I have a say, and the small gesture makes me question how deep this has gotten for me.
I ignore it and turn my body around, then bend over, my hands on the wall. Ryker groans, and his hand cups my pussy, making me shiver. With his thigh wedged between mine, he nudges them farther apart as his fingers begin to play with my clit.
“You want to be fucked from behind like the naughty girl you are, is that it?” he rasps as the head of his cock replaces his fingers, the tip rubbing against my clit, making me gasp.
“Yes, and I want it hard. Be rough with me.”
I trust Ryker more than anyone else in my life. I know he’d never actually hurt me.
He presses a sweet kiss on my shoulder, his words tickling my ear. “Whatever my princess wants, she gets.”
Ryker grips my chin and turns my head back, pulling my lips up to his for a searing kiss as he fully thrusts inside me. I moan into the kiss, my hips moving in tandem with his as he slowly rocks in and out of me.
He lets go of my face, placing one hand on my hip, while the other fists in my hair. “You ready to take my cock how I want it?”
“Use me, take what you need.”
Ryker grunts, the sound so masculine and rough that it makes my clit throb. He rocks out of me, leaving only the tip in, and I swear you could hear a pin drop from the anticipation of what’s to follow.
With a pull of my hair, Ryker pushes inside of me, deep and hard. Shocks of pleasure erupt all over my body at how deep he is.
“Fuck,” I moan, hands gripping the tile for dear life as he begins to use his hold on my hips to move me up and down his cock. Our bodies slap together under the spray of the water, the sound echoing off the walls.
“Cami, baby, this pussy, fuck,” he moans low, his deep timbre adding fuel to the fire brewing in my core. “I wish you could see how perfectly you stretch around my cock. Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
My entire body shakes as his words skate over me, leaving me a convulsing mess as he continues to pound into me without pause. “I want to come on your cock,” I whine, the pleasure too much yet not enough.
Ryker grips my hip, keeping his pace, and his other hand travels up my stomach, stopping at my breasts where he plays with my piercings. He knows they’re sensitive and a guaranteed way to help make me come.
I bite down my lip to avoid screaming, only allowing moans and whimpers to escape as he builds me closer and closer to that peak. His lips blaze a path from my shoulder to my neck as he continues to fuck me, his hips rocking rapidly while his fingers toy with my nipple piercings.
I’m so close, my entire body is tight with the need for release.
“My naughty little thing, huh,” he huffs. “Show me what a bad girl you are by coming on my cock.”
His words set me off as my orgasm hits me, spreading an unworldly burst of pleasure throughout my body as I tighten around him .
“Fuck,” he shouts, his thrusts increasing in speed as he chases his release.
“Ry, come for me,” I tell him as I continue to ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Ryker stills inside me, doing just that as he comes, grunting and whispering my name into my neck as I shake from the aftermath of my release.
He pulls back, the tip of his cock still inside of me. “I thought this was pretty before, but I was wrong. Seeing our cum on my cock as I slide it back inside of you is better,” he husks, sliding his cock in and out of me slowly, prolonging our highs.
Once we’ve collected our bearings, he pulls out of me and I wince.
Ryker gently turns me in his arms, concern pooling in his eyes. “Hey, you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m great,” I tell him sincerely. “It’s expected to be sore after that.”
He kisses my forehead, making my heart beat twice as fast. “Let me clean you up,” he murmurs, guiding me so that my hair is under the spray of the showerhead. I’ve never let someone do this for me, and it feels more intimate than what we agreed on.
But I don’t have it in me to stop him either, so I remain quiet as he lathers his shampoo in my hair and rinses it out. I love the fact that I’ll smell like him after. A peaceful silence surrounds us, our bodies taking the lead instead through gentle touches and caresses as he washes my body.
Home, safety, love, my mind screams at me while he takes the utmost care in drying me off, making sure no inch of skin has a single droplet on it.
I know, I whisper back to my brain.
I need to make sure he never knows, or this will all end sooner than I want it to .
I know I’m fooling myself, because either way, there will be an end to this, but I want him in any capacity for as long as I can have him. Which means my feelings need to stay locked up for now until it’s time to part. Only then can those feelings break free while breaking me in the process.
Dans quoi est-ce que je me suis embarquée?