Chapter 17
Claire
Ryder inches closer to me and brings his lips to mine. He kisses me so gently at first that I feel treasured. There are so many sides to him. Sometimes, he kisses me with so much demand that my head spins. Other times, he comes in soft and slow. My head still spins, though.
His hand comes to the side of my head, cupping my neck. He angles me how he wants me before rolling me onto my back. His hand smooths down my arm and settles on my stomach over the T-shirt. For a long time, he simply strokes my skin through the shirt while he kisses me.
Finally, he gathers the cotton material and pulls it up my body. He breaks the kiss so he can rise over me, grabs the shirt with both hands, and eases it over my head.
He doesn’t remove it entirely, though. Instead, he leaves it tangled around my wrists, fists the material, and traps my arms above my head. He does this without looking because his gaze is on my chest.
I whimper from his stare alone. My breasts feel heavy. My nipples are harder than ever. The cool air in the room is not even remotely responsible. It’s his gaze…
I shudder and arch my chest off the bed, begging him without words to touch me.
“Jesus, Claire… You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love how you arch for me. You need my mouth on you so badly.”
I squirm and writhe and arch again. “Please…” I need him to touch me more than I’ve ever needed anything.
Ryder releases my wrists and drops to a hip and an elbow next to me. He lifts his hand to stroke a finger between my breasts reverently. “Perfection,” he whispers. “So beautiful.”
I never dreamed of anyone worshipping me like this. It can’t be real. Surely, I’m going to wake up hot and sweaty in my twin bed in my parents’ apartment. I’m going to be so disappointed when I wake up, too. I hope I can keep the dream going, at least until after he fulfills the promise to suckle me and then make me come.
He takes his sweet time, staring at me as though I were a cherished heirloom. He uses that finger to draw circles around my nipples, back and forth from one breast to the other until I ache so badly, I think I might scream.
When he finally taps one, I cry out and buck against him. He’s holding my hands firmly, but my legs are free. I hate that they’re tangled in the covers. The more I squirm, the more I seem to get caught up with the sheet wrapped around my feet and ankles.
Ryder pinches my nipple gently. “Claire…” His voice is soft, reverent.
I feel a desperation I’ve never experienced before. I need him to do something. I need more. Finally, he cups my breast and leans over to kiss the tip. It’s not enough, and my frustration grows.
He ignores my writhing and holds my breast steady, circling the swollen bud with his tongue, which is so much more intense than his finger.
I whimper, my entire body jerking when he flicks it. And then he sucks the tip into his mouth and holds it captive. A low moan escapes my lips. The experience is so powerful. I’m a tight ball of need. My panties are soaked, and my pussy is throbbing.
I lift my hips, silently begging him to touch me lower, but he’s focused on my breast. When he releases it with a pop, he nibbles a path to the other nipple and torments it in the same fashion, flicking, licking, teasing, and, eventually, sucking.
I had no idea my nipples were this sensitive. I know I like to touch them when I finger myself, but his touch is so much better. Masturbation has never brought me anywhere close to what I’m experiencing with Ryder.
“I could worship these berries for hours,” he whispers against my nipple before lifting his gaze to mine.
I can hardly focus. “Please…” It’s the only word I’m capable of.
“You want me between your legs, baby?” His voice is lower, deeper, gravelly.
“Yes…”
Ryder yanks the covers away with one hand, releases my wrists, and rises to his knees next to me. “Spread your legs, baby.”
I’m panting as I part my knees. I’ve never felt this vulnerable. My heart is racing. I wish he would take my panties off and go ahead and fuck me, but I know he won’t.
Tugging my hands free from the tangled T-shirt, I lower my arms and cup my aching breasts.
“Jesus, Claire… Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
My face heats. I’m certainly hot, probably feverish. I feel wanton and bold. I like the way he’s looking at me. It makes me feel powerful. It gives me the courage to pinch my nipples and pluck them.
“Fuck.” He climbs between my legs, pushing them wider. His erection is straining against his boxers, the bulge so tremendous I worry about how large it is. His package dips out of my view as he lowers between my legs on his stomach, palms my thighs, and holds me captive.
I can feel his breath on my pussy over my panties. Damn, I wish I wasn’t wearing them. I should have gotten into bed without them. But that had seemed like a horrible idea at the time.
Ryder kisses my pussy right over the soaked cotton and then nuzzles my folds, making me nearly fly off the bed. The only reason I don’t give him a bloody nose is because he’s holding me firmly to the mattress.
My back arches, though, and I squeeze my breasts tighter. I’m going to explode. My orgasm is so close, and it’s going to be powerful. I’ve never experienced the kind of release he’s going to give me. I’m always controlled when I come, knowing I have to keep silent so my parents don’t hear me through the thin wall. I sometimes hear them making love, but there’s no way I would want them to hear me masturbating.
Ryder sucks my pussy over the cotton, making my eyes roll back. I’m so close that I cry out in frustration when he releases his grip to lick along the edges of elastic on both sides. His wicked tongue even dips slightly under the gusset to tease my folds.
“Ryder…” It’s a plea. I’m not too proud to beg.
“Pinch those pretty nipples for me again, baby,” he orders.
I do as he says, praying he will let me come soon. He’s the one controlling this. He’s intentionally dragging it out. I’m so desperate I will do anything he asks.
“Good girl.”
Something inside me flutters throughout my body at those words. I start trembling, so close to the edge.
He strokes my inner thighs with his thumbs, gently at first, before pulling on my skin, causing my labia to part wider. “Fuck, you’re sexy, Claire. I bet I could command you to come, and you would.”
He’s probably right.
“I want to wrap my lips around your clit and tease it until it’s so swollen you can’t see straight. I want to thrust my tongue into your pussy and swallow your orgasm while your tight channel strangles me. You want that, too, don’t you, baby?”
I nod. “Please…”
“Not this time. This time you’re going to come for me with these soaked panties covering your pussy. You’re going to come hard, but it won’t be enough. It will leave you wanting more. You’ll think about it all day and squirm with need, hoping tomorrow night I’ll give you more.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t believe how strongly he affects me with just words. He’s controlling my body and my mind, and I’m scared out of my mind but helpless to stop it. If he changes his mind or grows tired of me in a few days, I will be devastated and ruined.
His nose comes back to my folds, and I wish I had the power to make my panties disappear. He nuzzles me again, rubbing his nose between my labia and then over my clit. Finally, he opens his mouth and sucks my clit through the material.
The last shred of my control evaporates, and I come so hard I scream. My body pulses hard against his mouth, waves of my release going on and on far longer than any previous orgasm I’ve had. I’m not sure it will ever end, but as the pulsing slowly subsides, I’m left limp and panting.
My hands fall from my breasts to lie at my sides. I can’t get enough oxygen. I’m sated and unable to lift a muscle while Ryder is still nuzzling my pussy and kissing my inner thighs.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he whispers. “I want to see you come like that every day for the rest of my life.”
I’d be okay with that as long as he intends to use his shaft, also. He’s right. I’m both sated and needy at the same time. Unfulfilled. My pussy is throbbing as though it missed out. It did. He’s devious.
When he rises between my legs, I stare at him with hooded eyes, but they widen when he tucks his fingers under the edge of my panties at my hips and lowers them. “Bring your knees together, baby.”
I bend my legs and draw them together in front of him, shocked as he tugs the cotton over my butt and down my legs until I’m free of the wet cotton.
He tosses my panties aside and parts my thighs gently. “You can’t sleep in wet panties, baby,” he murmurs.
Oh, that’s his concern? I don’t fight him as he spreads me open. I watch his face. I don’t even care if he’s changed his mind and decided to make love to me. I’m more than fine with that.
But he’s not removing his own briefs. He’s simply staring down at my pussy. Finally, he inhales slowly. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He doesn’t touch. He just looks. “You shave.”
I swallow. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, baby. It’s hotter than fuck.”
“I… I heard a few girls talking about it in high school, so I tried it and never stopped,” I explain, stammering.
His hands tense on my inner thighs. I know he’s fighting the urge to touch my pussy. I want him to, but I say nothing. Watching the reverence in his eyes is humbling.
Eventually, he eases my knees together and bent between us before moving to the side of me and dropping onto his back. He reaches for me. “Come here, baby.”
I roll my naked body toward him and plaster myself to his side as he wraps an arm around me. Propped up on my elbow, I stare at his gorgeous body and flatten my palm to his abs before smoothing it up to his pecs. “Are you okay?” I ask. He seems slightly distant.
He turns his head and smiles at me. “So fucking okay. Just give me a second to convince my cock to calm the fuck down.”
I glance toward his erection and bite my lip for a moment before saying, “Can I touch you?”