Chapter 30 Leave Them On
LEAVE THEM ON
MABEL
As luck would have it, Ryder and I both survived the wrath of Trina.
Sure, she yelled at us a bit for ruining her perfect plan of keeping the ‘accidental’ part of our marriage a secret.
Threatened us with bodily harm if we ever did something stupid in front of a camera again.
The representatives of the IGC weren’t too pleased with us, either.
We were given a stern talking-to before the medal ceremony, and there were vague threats strewn about.
But at the end of the day, there was nothing worth punishing us for.
It’s not like we got caught doping or fabricating a fake robbery attempt for clout.
In fact, it turns out that a husband and wife duo both winning goals in the same event and nailing the same move was a big enough story that Sarah Hannigan’s hit-piece barely made a ripple.
My perfect score was the highlight of the day.
Ryder and I both got to stand on the center podium and receive our gold medals, and we get to go home as equals.
But still, I can’t help but tease him just a little bit on the way back to our room that night.
“Ugh, Rye Bread. You’re so lucky that two of your medals are silver. These three gold medals are just so heavy. I’m going to need an extra hour on the massage table tomorrow to recover from lugging all this gold around all day.”
Ryder swats my ass as I swipe the key card to our room, and I yelp.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You might have won three gold medals this week, but I’m the guy who gets to fuck the three-time gold-winning Mabel Quinn, darling of Team USA, so I think I’m the real winner.”
The door shuts behind us and I pounce on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as I maul his face.
We’re all tongues and teeth and lips, biting and scratching and licking, trying like hell to crawl into each other’s skin.
He throws me on the bed and tears at my clothes, yanking and ripping until I’m completely bare in front of him, then he stands back and makes quick work of his own clothes.
I start to lift the medals off my neck, but Ryder stops me, pressing a hand to my chest.
“Leave them on. I want to see my gold ring on your finger and your gold medals around your neck while you’re coming all over my cock, baby girl.”
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper. My sweet little virgin has become quite the dirty talker in the last two weeks, and I love it. “How do you want me, baby?”
“Hands and knees,” he purrs, and I obey. Spreading my knees wide, I arch my back and present my cunt to my husband, shivering when he groans his approval.
“Fuck, such a pretty pussy my wife has. So wet for me.” He licks my seam, parting my folds and tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I push back against his face.
I’m already so wet, so full of adrenaline and aching to come, it won’t take much to push me over the edge.
I cry out my protest when he takes his tongue away, but the sound of a condom wrapper being torn soothes me.
I feel the bed dip, Ryder’s legs bracketing my own, and then he’s there, notching himself at my entrance.
“Please, baby,” I whimper, and Ryder shoves his thick cock inside me in one long, punishing thrust. The medals hanging from my neck clank together as he pulls out and thrusts back in, finding a pace that has my toes curling and my body begging for release.
“So fucking gorgeous, Mabel. Look at all these muscles. So hot and strong. I was so hard watching you earlier, baby girl. When it’s just you and your board, fuck. There’s nothing more beautiful.”
I’m so close, panting and gasping and trying like hell to reach the orgasm that is tingling at my edges. Ryder wraps an arm around my middle, pulling me back until his chest is plastered against my back, then slips his other hand down to circle my clit.
“Let me feel you come, Mabel. Let me feel my gorgeous wife milking my fucking dick.” He swipes over my clit with two fingers and I detonate, my orgasm stealing my breath and tearing at my seams. My body turns to jelly, blissed out in pleasure as the waves roll over me, but Ryder keeps me steady even as his pace loses rhythm and his hips start to slap off my ass faster and faster.
I can feel the moment his cock swells, and then he’s cursing through his release, filling the condom and then falling on top of me.
“I love you,” he breathes, planting soft kisses between my shoulder blades. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too, Ryder. You’re the best mistake I ever made.”
“Not a mistake, baby girl. A misstep, maybe. But not a mistake. You and I were always going to end up just like this.”
While I shower, Ryder sneaks out to the dining facilities and comes back with a buffet of pastries, tiny cakes, and three different kinds of gelato, and I know he’s right. It was always going to be me and Ryder, the love of my life masquerading as my best frenemy.
Exactly like this.