5. Crystal
5
CRYSTAL
I’m in charge? Holy moly. If ever I’ve thought maybe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, that time is right now.
Ryder is fucking amazing. Of course he’s good in bed; he’s exceptional at everything he does. The way he led me to bed without hesitation, taking me exactly how I imagined. The way I dropped to my knees for him. I’d do it all again. The feeling inside me stirs, and I’m so hot for him it’s ridiculous. His fingers flick my nipples and I stretch to push more of me into his mouth. I can feel his cock bobbing between my legs. He’s hard again, which clearly goes to show how much I don’t know about guys. I’ve had some experience, but I’m picky. I’ve never felt the same way about anyone like I do him. I know this is only one night, but I’m going to make it count.
“Ryder,” I cry, rubbing my pussy against his dick.
“Get yourself off rubbin’ against me.”
His words. I’ve never had a man speak to me the way he does. Demanding. Sexy. So fucking dirty. I love all of it.
I slide my pussy against the rod of steel between his leg and he hisses. Man, oh man, is he hard. The wings on my back jostle as I move up and down his length, his hands gripping onto my hips harder with every sway of my hips. His dick is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Long, hard and thick, he’s fucking gifted. Trust my little baby face to have a monster cock under those clothes. Go figure. He doesn’t do anything half assed.
The sensation; it’s so intense. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to feel? When you actually care for the person. It hits differently. When he moves his mouth to my other nipple, burying himself between my breasts — just as he did my legs — I’m toast. Done. My orgasm is intense as I ride it out, his suckling intensifying my pleasure as I dig my nails into his scalp. “Yes, Ryd, yes… oh God… ”
“Sit on it, ride me, Sugar.”
I waste no time gripping him at the base as I position myself over him. He helps, guiding me down onto his dick as I slide down his length. Oh. My. God.
It’s intense like this, though his fat cock is taking up all the room. He’s still sitting up, his hands on my hips as I rise up, then slide back down again. He stares at me, those intense eyes watching every move as I hold onto his biceps, steadying myself. And then we fuck.
I roll my hips, enjoying every square inch of his perfect dick as he fills me to the hilt. I feel it all. Every single vein. Every thrust. Every groan from his chest as he devours me with his eyes.
“Ryder,” I moan, my head tipping back.
“You’re catchin’ on quick.” His lips twitch as I bring my gaze back to him.
Up, down. Up, down. He lies back against the pillows, watching me, letting me take the lead just as he said. And I take it. I bounce on his cock like I’ve been doing it forever. He hits every nerve ending inside of me.
“So good,” I murmur. “It feels so good.”
His eyes burn as he bites down onto his lip. I feel a rush of adrenaline go through me like a volcano erupting. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel like this. Me.
“I wish you could see how perfect you look.” His words spear my heart because I know they’re sincere. “Takin’ this cock in this virgin pussy.”
“Not so virgin anymore.”
He smirks. “Gonna do this until the sun comes up, babe. Hope you didn’t plan on gettin’ any sleep.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” I move my hands, cupping my breasts as I play with myself, rocking back and forth, changing the pace. His eyes dip to my hands and then he’s sitting up again, cupping his hands over mine as he brushes his thumbs over my nipples.
“These are perfect, don’t ever do anythin’ to them.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His gaze shifts as his brow furrows and I know he’s close. I’m making him lose it. “Come, Crystal. Let me see you.”
“Oh, God.” When he thrusts upwards, I almost lose my balance, but I hold onto his shoulders. The angle, his words, our intoxicating heat. It can’t be denied; we have something. We have something special. I come loudly, crying out as I ride out my orgasm. I’m spent, but I need more. It’s so intense. I want to give him everything, just as I always have.
“That’s it, Sugar. Ride me, use my body, baby. Fuck, I want you so much.”
His lips are on mine as our fucking increases. It’s rough, fast, and I’m having an out of body experience — or so it feels — when he grips my ass cheeks and works me up and down his cock without mercy. I want to die in his arms.
“Oh!” I cry, the intensity against my clit soars. Our closeness, as well as his big dick touching places inside me I never knew existed, make me lose control. His mouth finds mine again as I hear him whisper my name. It’s too much. He’s too much.
“Fuck me,” he commands. “Fuck me harder, Crys.”
I do as he says, our bodies pressing together as I see stars. And then I feel it; the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. He spanks one ass cheek and I explode. He follows behind, calling out my name in a desperate plea as he stills, and I swear I feel him pulsing inside me as we slow.
“I think I just saw heaven,” I pant. “Ryd, that was so fucking good.”
He rubs his nose with mine. “Never thought you’d be screamin’ my name like that, did you?”
“Only in my dreams.”
His face softens and he loses the smirk. “You really waited?”
“You saw the evidence, I’m not lying. I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened that way. I didn’t purposely save myself.” Not consciously anyway.
“I’m not gonna complain.”
He reaches behind, taking the elastic of the wings down my arm, then the other, then he throws it on the sidetable. “Were you always this much of an angel?”
I laugh, my mouth on his neck as I kiss and suck his skin. I love feeling the intensity of his pulse. The heat on his body. I want to bask in it. His scent is a mixture of oil, spice and a faded pine scent that goes straight to my core.
“Yes, you just haven't seen me in a while.” I love that he’s in no hurry to move, because clinging onto him feels like the safest place in the world.
Do not cry.
I may be tough, but I’m also an emotional being. He just took my virginity, and he looks like he wants to do it all over again. The intense way he stares at me? I can safely say that nobody has ever looked at me like that before. It’s as if he’s trying to figure me out, keep his distance, and fuck me at the same time.
That’s Ryder. His mind is a complex place.
“I keep thinkin’ back to when you used to read to me,” he says out of nowhere.
It was so long ago. “I think about that all the time.”
“Because of you, the other kids didn’t laugh at me like that asshole Wayne used to.”
“He’s a piece of shit.”
“Yep, but what you did? Nobody has ever done that for me. It helped my stutter. It’s like you waved a magic wand. I’ll never forget that.”
“It wasn’t your fault, and you’re an excellent reader, don’t be so hard on yourself.”
He smirks. “Never thought my bedtime story would be you moanin’ my name.”
“It was fate,” I state simply. “You came to that club for a reason. We were meant to run into one another.”
“You believe in all that woo-woo crap?”
“It’s not woo-woo. What are the chances that in all the clubs, in all of New Orleans, we’d run into one another?”
His face turns serious when he says. “You weren’t gonna tell me you were in town?”
My lips part. I tell him the truth. “Would you have answered?”
“I’d never not answer.”
I give him a pointed look. “That isn’t true.”
He sighs. “I tried to keep my distance. You were young, Crys. You had your whole life ahead of you, you still do.”
“Don’t get all sappy on me now.” I try to hide the inevitable fact that I’m going to be leaving, and Ryder is a man about town. We’re a million miles away. Though, he’s still inside me, so thinking about him with another woman makes my stomach lurch and my brain hurt.
I know I have no hold over this man, and I wouldn’t dare to ask him to wait for me. I need to finish school… but my pull toward him is strong, stronger than ever, if I’m being honest. This was one night, you fool. Nothing more.
We fit. I don’t normally fit anywhere.
“You know me, tough as nails.”
I laugh softly. “Uh, huh, not so tough with an angel riding you.”
He pulls me down, kissing me without hesitation. “I’m glad you came.”
“Me too. Several times.”
He squeezes my butt. “Wise ass.”
“My ass is very wise, thank you. My cherry is also well and truly popped.”
“Jesus.”
“What? Like you didn’t secretly enjoy the idea that I was pure until I met you.”
“Oh, you’re so much more than that.”
I feel it all the way down to my toes. I snuggle down onto his body, resting my head on the crook of his shoulder. I’m spent, and when I feel him roll me onto my side and slip out of me, I don’t fight him. I didn’t expect to stay here tonight, but I did tell my friends I was going to find Ryder. I’ll text Tess, one of my best friends, to let her know where I am.
I hear him moving around the room, then the toilet flushes. I snuggle into his pillow; it smells like him. Brut mixed with engine oil and a woodsy scent I can’t place. Who’d have known that was hot? This bed is far too small for the two of us, but somehow we seem to make it work. He comes back to bed, pulls me into his arms and whispers, “Sleep.”
My eyes spring open. “You’re not kicking me out?”
He balks. “You really think I’d do that?”
“No.”
He rubs his nose against mine. “Let’s not mention any of this to Luca, okay?”
I roll my eyes. “Like I’d discuss my sex life with my brother.”
“Tell me the real reason you waited.”
“I told you. I’ve never felt that spark with anyone. I didn’t see my virginity as some precious gift or anything, but I also didn’t want it to be with some jock in a frat house after drinking kegs of beer. That’s not really my style.”
“Still a princess then.”
I ignore the jibe. “Say what you want, I have standards.”
“Glad I meet them.”
I love how warm he is. With his arms wrapped around me, I don’t want to be anywhere else. I want to savor this moment for the rest of time. It’s only tonight.
“Of course you do. I’ve always had a thing for you, for as long as I can remember.”
“You used to always follow me, Bronc, and your brother around everywhere we went.”
“Get over yourself. I was a kid.”
“You were persistent.”
“Luca was very protective of his friends.”
He snorts. “Asshole got better with age.”
“You’re right, he’s very protective of his sisters. I think something happened as he got older. The night you got kicked out, he was mad at you being here, until I explained things.”
“I know. We had the same conversation. He knew I never did anythin’. I also didn’t throw you under the bus.”
“I see now that it was the right thing to do,” I say without hesitation. “Even if it hurt at the time.”
“I might’ve been a no-hoper from the other side of town, but I know right from wrong.”
I cup one side of his face. “You were never, nor will you ever be, a no-hoper.”
We stare at one another for a while. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you back to the hotel?”
“No.” Panic rises in me, but I shove it down. “I’m fine, if you are?”
“This bed is pretty small, but I’m tired and it’s late. Some chick kept me up all night. Need a few hours rest before I fuck you again.”
“Wow,” I stammer. “Don’t hold back.”
He smiles softly. “Go to sleep.”
And I do, somehow, in this tiny bed with Ryder wrapped around me. It feels like the safest, warmest place in the world, and I never want this night to end.
I wake with a start, not knowing where I am. A streak of sunlight peeks through the curtains as I shield my eyes. I’ve no clue what time it is. I reach for my phone, but realizing that I’m not in my own bed, I give up the search.
Then I feel something poke at my back entrance. I still, then I see Ryder’s arms wrapped around me, my back to his front. He presses his lips against my shoulder.
“Mornin’ sleepy head,” he mumbles.
“What time is it?”
“Just after five.”
“So early,” I mutter.
I feel the poke again, then his hand dips lower. “Not used to havin’ a girl in my bed.”
“Oh? So, you do kick them out after you’ve had your fun?”
“Maybe they kick me out, don’t know if you’ve noticed, this bed is really fuckin’ small.”
“Luckily I like cuddling.”
“Who have you been cuddlin’ lately?”
I wiggle my ass and he hisses. “Mind your business.”
I’m sure I hear him growl, but that can’t be right. What does he care who I’m cuddling? “How long are you in NOLA for?”
“Until tomorrow,” I sigh.
“Then I guess we better make the most of it.”
“I guess we better.”
He parts my ass cheek slightly and I feel him shift, the tip of his dick sliding through my heat. Oh, my. “Did I make you feel good last night?”
“You know you did. Thank God for the loud music, it drowned out my screams.”
I feel him chuckle. “You’re even more vocal than usual.”
I’m about to throw back a retort when one hand slides up my side then around to my breast, cupping it and his thumb brushes over my nipple. “Mmmm.”
“Pussy’s so damn tight, drive a man wild,” he murmurs in my ear. “Don’t pretend you didn’t save this all for me.”
I think he likes that idea, it turns him on, and who am I to argue? “So what if I did? I knew nobody could fuck me like you could, Ryd. And I was right.”
His groan makes me smile, even though he can’t see me. His tip brushes my clit and I widen my legs for him, wanting more. I’m sore, yes, but not as much as I thought I would be. I feel different. I don’t know if that’s just my imagination playing tricks on me, but he lit the fire inside me.
“They can’t. Nobody is gonna do exactly what you want like I can.”
I love how possessive and growly he is. It does something to a dark part of me that I haven’t explored yet. I listen to his commands; I do what he says. Does that make me a submissive? I’m definitely not a submissive in the real world, but I don’t mind Ryder telling me to get on my knees one little bit. Not if it means I get to please him.
His head pushes back and forth, just catching my clit as I push back. His fingers twist my nipple and I rest my head back onto his shoulder. His mouth at my neck and his dick teasing me turns me on so bad. I’m wet all the fucking time in his presence.
“Yes,” I groan. “Ryder, don’t stop.”
He rubs me as I feel my cheeks rising with heat, my body ready for what’s to come, and it doesn’t take long. The slight nudge of my clit is all it takes for me to spiral into a long, drawn out, colossal orgasm. His teeth sinking into my shoulder and the pinching at my nipple only makes it more intense. Before I’m done, he shifts and his tip is at my entrance.
I feel him reach, then he swears.
“What?” I pant.
“Fuckin’ out of condoms.”
“No, how?”
“Shit. You got any?”
I shake my head. “I don’t carry condoms around with me.”
He kisses my neck. “Good answer.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on birth control, and you could pull out… if you wanted.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I mean, have you been tested?”
“Yeah, I also always wear a condom, sometimes two.”
I wince at the idea of him with another woman. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but okay. “It’s okay, Ryd. I want you raw. It feels better, right?”
“It does, but that’s not the reason?—”
“I want it.” I mean it with every fiber of my being.
“Babe.” He’s still circling my entrance, and I know I want this. I push back, trying to impale myself.
“Ryder, please,” I whisper. “I need you.”
He kisses my pulse point. “What you gonna do when you’re gone then?”
“Vibrator?” I suggest.
He laughs against my neck, then pushes all the way in with one thrust. “Fuuuuuck.”
I love what I do to him. I love the idea that I send him completely insane with my body. I cry out too, the sensation again, it’s different to the other times.
The bed squeaks as he begins to move in and out of me. He’s not as gentle as he was last night, and I don’t mind at all. It feels so good, so right.
“Ryder, right there,” I tell him.
“You ridin’ me last night, baby, it’ll stay in my head forever, you hear me?”
“Maybe we can make this an annual event?” I laugh.
He grunts, his tongue licking its way up my neck. I turn and our lips meet. I cup his head as he shifts, our kisses urgent, but soon it’s not enough. He pulls out, then pulls me upright, slapping my ass cheeks. “On your hands and knees, wanna fuck you from behind.”
Oh. My. God. I shift quickly as he comes behind me. I clutch the pillows, sticking my ass out as he grips my hips and shoves back in. He’s rough, banging me hard as I cry out. “Oh, there, yes ! There, Ryd…”
“Fuckin’ cock tease,” he mutters. “Comin’ in here dressed like that. I’m keepin’ those panties, and those wings. They’re mine.”
I’m spiraling fast, my breathing labored as I push back. This angle — it’s so deep. He’s everywhere. “Yours,” I whisper.
“Come for me, Crystal. I can’t hold on.”
The friction, his words, his dick plundering me with no mercy, it’s too much. I fall, crying out his name as his hips piston faster behind me. The bed is making a crazy ass noise, but I don’t care. It’s hot. Everything he does turns me on, and hearing the bed, our moans, his panting, it only makes my pleasure drag on and on. And then he stills. I feel him spurting inside me. Hot, reams of cum explode as he empties himself. “Crystal, baby, fuck, yeah.” Hearing my name like that changes things.
I love him. I’ll always love him. Even if we can’t be together right now. If he wanted that, he’d ask. He’d say something, right? But then I’d have to move, and my parents would definitely cut me off. It’d be worth it, to be with him, but then I realize how dramatic I’m being. This is just sex. We’re not together.
I want to tell him I’m his, that I’ll always be his, if he wants me. But I don’t.
I keep my mouth closed because he’s in a motorcycle club. He’s not going to wait for me, and another rejection in this lifetime would be too much.
This is all we have. Right here, right now.