Chapter Twenty
Elliot
I f I thought I was lost before, I wasn’t. I’m lost now. And I’m a willing participant in that.
Ryder’s a powerhouse of passion and magnetism and not only am I helpless, I want to be.
I want what’s on offer.
I want him.
I might hate him. Because in the eroticism of the kiss what he said comes back to me and I pull away, gasping for breath, for something to hold on to, a tiny piece of common sense that will keep me anchored and away from letting myself fall completely into him and the insanity and heat of doing that.
“Ryder, you don’t have to keep this up,” I say. “You know the effect you have on women.”
“It’s you, Elliot.” He kisses my ear, drawing my lobe into his mouth and sucking on it, sending a throbbing beat of pleasure straight down to my clit. He lets go and his lips brush my ear as he speaks in a low, dark tone that’s full of sex and promises. “Not women. You. And right here and now I want you.”
I know those words are a warning. The right here and now part. They’re not a forever, they’re not even a future or another night after this. He’s talking about just for now. That’s all it is.
And I can see it, what he does, how women fall for him.
He tells them the truth and they go willingly, open-eyed, open-armed, open-legged. Because they can see he’s promising them a slice of something spectacular, something to take to the grave, to remember on cold and lonely nights.
And it’s why none of them hate him. He gives them nothing but right here and now, and they snap it up and for all I want to see myself as someone different, I’m not.
I want that shining, exquisite moment, too.
“Ryder…”
He’s touching me again, his hands sliding under my shirt, over my back, and his mouth is kissing a heated, delicious trail down my throat. He bites. Hard enough to make me moan and clutch at him, to make my clit send a wave of pleasure undulating through me.
Holy shit. He just made me come.
It was a flutter of an orgasm, but it was there and oh, yeah, I want.
“You’re a bastard,” I say, taking hold of his head and kissing him hard. “You’re doing this deliberately.”
“Yeah, I am. I want you, Perry. I want every single part of you. I want to make you scream. I want to watch you when you come. And I mean come for real.”
“Asshole.”
I bite his lip, hard, and he groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as he moves me backwards across the room. His dark eyes glitter with need and lust. Not triumph. Just like his world begins and ends with me and him and heat and sex.
He bites back, harder. And another throb of need and pleasure rolls through me. “I can tell when a woman comes. I can make you come. I can control when you do, too. And right then, you almost did, not like the small one you had before. That was just a taste, Elliot.”
The light changes and we’re in the hall. He kisses me then. Dark and deep and full of erotic hunger and everything in me is focused on that.
He pulls one hand away and hits something on the wall, and then we’re moving again, and I’m too busy kissing him back, my hands buried in his hair, to think about where we are until something dings and then we’re moving again.
An elevator. Of course he has an elevator.
I need him. And he’s acting like he needs me too.
We keep kissing and touching, the heat growing along with the hunger and need.
Ryder spins me and I hit a wall and he’s there, mouth on me, hands under my ass, lifting me and I go willingly, melting up into him as he lifts me and there’s a moment of real shock, as my pussy is suddenly rubbing against his cock.
We’re clothed, there’s too much material in the way, but he’s hard and hot and oh, God, big.
Ryder lifts his mouth from mine. “I really want to fuck you, Elliot.”
“Good. Because I need you to fuck me.”
He takes my mouth, ravishes me, and I return that onslaught with one of my own. “I want to do this right.” He sets me down and we’re at each other, pulling at each other’s clothes. Buttons fly along with items of clothes until we’re naked. His gaze rakes over me. A long, slow exploration that makes me feel like a queen, like I’m glorious, like I’m special.
“You’re incredible,” he says.
His fingers brush against my nipples and I take him in, too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man hotter than him, more beautiful. It’s everything about him. His cock, proud and erect and thick, those muscular long legs, those washboard abs. Did I mention his cock?
I wrap my fingers around him and I start to jerk him off. Long, low, deliberate movements, brushing my thumb over the precum at the head, squeezing.
He grabs my hand and holds it there. “You keep that up and you’re not going to get this job done to your satisfaction.”
“You telling me the great Ryder Sinclair might perform a little early?”
He lifts my hand away and kisses my palm. “The way you do that? Definitely.”
And he kisses me again, wrapping about me and he takes me down to the bed, turning us so one of his thighs is between mine.
This time his mouth moves slow and deep on mine. The kisses are drugging, drawing me into him and he explores me, leaving a trail of glittering fire wherever he touches, down and down, until he reached the apex of my thighs.
There he slides his fingers along me, along my pussy, through the wetness, teasing me. And I push down, seeking more. Ryder laughs softly and he parts my pussy lips and thrusts two fingers into me, making me cry out at the sweet, wanted invasion. I’m tingling and throbbing and the kiss turns fierce as he curls his fingers up and starts working both my g-spot and my clit at the same time.
He breaks the kiss, making his way down my body, burning a path with his mouth until he’s there, between my thighs, and, with his fingers still working me, he licks my clit, drawing it into his mouth and suckling and I cry out at the intense wave that crashes over me.
I rush forward into that pleasure. It’s a sprint to the top, and I come, exploding. And I’m clawing at him, wriggling my hips and dragging my clit from him and moaning, crying, saying words that don’t make sense and Ryder doesn’t stop.
Instead, he moves back up, kissing my lips, then slides down again, kissing a trail from my lips down my throat, taking his time, and I try and push him away because I’m shuddering, I’m so sensitive, but he won’t stop. He keeps up the rhythm.
And as he does so, the pressure and pleasure starts to build again and he works me harder, this time adding small bites and licks as he kisses that path down to my breasts. He takes my nipple in his mouth and he sucks hard, bringing his teeth down on it and I scream.
I come again. Harder, more violently than the last time.
And Ryder stops, pulling his hand free.
He lines himself up and lifts his head, looking down into my eyes as he thrusts into me.
I’m a mess of want and need and everything is too much and not enough and I wrap about him as he starts to thrust into me, slow and steady, long strokes that go so deep I gasp every time.
Still, he watches me as he does so. And he keeps that pace and I’m spiraling up again. I can’t believe it, but I am. I’m on the edge and Ryder knows. “Come for me again,” he whispers.
“I…can’t…”
“Yeah, you can. Come, Elliot. Give yourself to me.”
And incredibly, I start to shake apart again, my body convulsing around him and I can’t see, and he’s there, his mouth on mine and then his control dissolves and he’s kissing me hard and fast, pounding into me and I’m kissing him back, raising my hips to meet him.
There’s so much pressure inside, like it’s way too much, like he needs to stop, but then it morphs into something else. Something so deep and wild that I’m swept up in him.
“Harder, Ryder. Fuck. Harder. More.”
He obliges and this isn’t a masterful onslaught. This is raw, unadulterated need. And there’s nothing but him and me and we’re rutting, fucking, going at each other so hard that it’s like we want to be in the other. It’s wild. Animalistic. Heat and need so intense there’s nothing else but him and me and I want more.
And then he comes, setting me off. And we fly.
I’m satiated, limp, like a boneless creature adrift on a sea of sweet languid warmth when we’re done.
We stay like that, joined, for a long moment or ten after, both of us sweat slicked, breathing hard. His weight is on me and it’s good. But all things end, I guess, and after that eternity, that moment, he kisses me and sighs.
He pulls out and I think Ryder’s going to move away, leave the room, I don’t know. I think he’s going to do something, anything except what he does do. Ryder pulls me into his embrace and curls around me, holding me close, his mouth on my forehead, even though we’re both slick with sweat and sex.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I know I can’t regret it. How could I?
I’ve never ever had that before. Not something so erotic and intense and beautiful and raw. It’s a moment out of time. It’s this night and nothing more and I can’t find it in me to regret having a taste of Ryder Sinclair.
If it’s like that for him always, then no wonder he’s the way he is. And no wonder women drop their clothes like they’re taking a breath when it comes to being asked into his bed.
He’s smoothing his fingers over my hair and it’s a loving move, or it feels loving, even though I know it isn’t.
Ryder likes me. He says we’re friends. And I honestly don’t know if I can go back to that place we were at before this. Not when the job is done and dusted. If he wanted to keep being friends.
Yes, he’s attracted to me. But I know that’s Ryder. He’s attracted to women.
“You okay, Elliot?”
The soft tenderness in his tone makes my eyes prickle and I rub my head against him, reveling in the touch, the feel, the heat, the smell of him.
“Of course.”
“That was…fuck. That was insane,” he says. “You blow my mind, Perry.”
“It’s me, Ryder, you don’t need to say these things.”
“I know that.” He brushes his lips over my hair. “But I want to.”
“Crap.”
He shifts, and his fingers slide beneath my chin and he lifts my face to his so we’re looking at each other. “Regrets?”
“Not right now. No.”
“Good.” A soft smile plays over that beautiful mouth. “Me either.”
“I don’t think you regret anything.”
He laughs. “There are regrets, everyone has them. But not over this. Not about you and me.”
“Ryder…”
“We should talk—”
“No.” I lift my hand to his lips and place it there. “We shouldn’t.”
The smile and laughter vanish. “Why not?”
“Because isn’t that enough? I see it now. Why women want you beyond that face. But this is just you and me and now.”
“Come on, Elliot. This is different.”
“How is it different? Don’t ruin this.”
I push him down onto his back and straddle him and he begins to stir again. I decide to help him along by stroking my fingers over him, and he grows under my touch.
It’s a powerful thing, knowing I can do that.
“Fuck, Elliot. That isn’t fair. It’s hard to think straight when you have your hand on me.”
“Oh, poor Ryder. Whatever shall we do?”
His eyes narrow, but the smile appears again. “I have a lot of ideas. But I think you should stop and we should talk.”
“No, we shouldn’t. Don’t ruin this, Ryder. I think we should just get this out of our systems. Tonight is a night out of time.”
“Elliot—”
I kiss him hard and then I lift myself and tease the head of his cock with my pussy and he hisses a breath. “Let’s just get this out of our systems.”
“You want more?”
“What can I say? You’ve opened a voracious beast in me. She’s here for one night only.”
“I can do more.”
“So stop talking.”
And I sink down on him. Right down until he’s completely in me. I’m so full, I’m already beginning to tingle. I start to rock my hips.
“I think I can do that.” And Ryder lets me take him.
I move, kissing him, rocking my body over him, moving harder and faster, adjusting to get him hitting that place in me just right and soon we’re both lost and we come.
It’s not the end for the night. No, because the lightness and the conversation melt until it’s just us. And the intensity sweeps us and we keep coming back to each other like we can’t get enough.
And we do it over and over again.