18. Ryder
18
RYDER
I carry my beautiful wife to our bedroom, our kisses growing more urgent as my dick hardens against my zipper. She’s naked in my arms and smells like cotton candy. Oh, how I’ve missed this.
I can count on one hand the amount of times we’ve slept together in the last six months, not because we don’t love one another, but we’ve both been busy. I work weird hours sometimes, and when I get home, Crystal's exhausted and asleep. When I get up early to head off the next day, I let her rest for a bit before Aidan wakes up.
She does so much for our household, and then keeps everything else in order. It doesn’t go unnoticed and I know how lucky I am, but I struggle with being good enough. Hearing about my mom’s death, and Stu contacting me, it’s brought all those old insecurities to the surface; striving to please my family. Fear of people leaving. The beatings. My mom looking the other way. Why did she do that? Why did she hate my face so much she’d let that monster do that to me, and to Stu. Despite his misgivings and how much he resented me, he was an angry teenager. He needed someone to be mad at, so I get that.
I have no fucking clue what I’m even going to say to him when I see him next, but that’s for another day. Right now, I need to fuck my wife.
She’s grabbing at my cut, trying to shrug me out of it all while grinding that sweet little pussy against my cock. My woman knows how to get me every single time, but it’s lit a fire inside me at how grabby she’s being. I need this. She needs it, too.
“You keep rubbin’ that sweet cunt on me like that and I’m gonna come in my pants like a teenager,” I mutter in her ear.
She grins, licking up the side of my neck while she grinds into me once more. I push her up against the wall in our bedroom. “I should fuck you right here for lookin’ like this? I bet if I felt between your legs, I’d find you drippin’ for my cock.”
She bites down on her lip when I do just that. “Ryd,” she whispers, her eyes closing in ecstasy. “Touch me, yes, baby.”
My eyes almost roll into the back of my head when I feel how wet she is. I swipe my fingers through her wet heat, bringing them up to my mouth to suck. Groaning, I close my eyes. “So sweet, Sugar.”
“Ryder, I need you now,” she pants.
I tsk. “Now, now, you never were one to be patient, baby. But you’ll be beggin’ me once I’m done with you.”
I nip her gently on the shoulder and she shudders. Her hands in my hair, she tugs and I growl.
“I need it.”
“You need your old man’s cock, Sugar?” I suck her nipple as I play with her pussy.
“Yes, yes, I need you so bad.”
I slide a finger inside her and she moans softly. While Ade could sleep while a herd of elephants ran through the house, we don’t want to test that theory while we’re both fired up.
Her hands work their way down, finally shoving off my cut. I help her out by shucking off my shirt and tossing it over my head. Her hands are at my buckle and I watch as she rips it apart, fumbling with my button as she unzips me. I kick off my boots, pull off my socks and Crystal yanks my jeans and briefs down. My cock springs free and she grasps it with one hand.
“My, my, you are happy to see me tonight.” She grins and I wipe the smirk off her face with a kiss.
“Don’t get too cocky, unless you want this in that smart mouth of yours.”
She flutters her eyelids and I shake my head, grinning. I work my way down her body to my knees, spreading her legs. I yank one leg over my shoulder and shove my face into her sweet pussy. My tongue licks through her center as she grinds up against me, trying to get more traction.
“You’re so needy,” I tease. “Does my wife need somethin’?”
“Yes, I need your cock,” she pants. “Pronto.”
I laugh, my lips brushing her most sensitive spot and she groans. I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue and she grinds down harder on me. I part her with one hand, laving her fully with my tongue and she moves her hips back and forth, her orgasm finally giving way as I add two fingers and ride her through it. But I’m not done.
I replace my fingers with my tongue, fucking her relentless as her breathing comes in long, hot pants and I know she’s about to combust all over again. I’m rewarded with my name on her lips in quick, sudden succession, and then I’m riding her through another exquisite pleasure that makes my dick weep. I sheath my cock with one hand as she comes down from her high.
When I glance up, her eyes are closed and she’s breathing so rapidly, she can barely catch her breath. “Cat got your tongue?” I muse.
Her eyes pop open and she looks down at me. “You’re a very naughty man.”
“I aim to please.”
I haul her over my shoulder and she squeals. I smack her ass cheek playfully.
We haven’t played like this in a long, long time. I toss her on the bed and she scrambles backward. I stalk toward her, my dick aching to be inside her.
Her long, tanned legs widen, her chest heaving with her heavy pants, and those blue eyes beckoning me have me rock hard. My heart pounds in my chest with the anticipation, and the sexy dare she gave me with every look.
“You keep givin’ me that look and I’ll flip you over and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked,” I warn.
Of course, that doesn’t deter my girl. Not even one iota. “Ryder, come here!” she demands.
I grip her thigh, roaming one hand up her leg. I fist my cock with the other. “Look what you've done to me.”
“Stop teasing and get inside me!” she admonishes.
I work my mouth up from her hip bone, all the way to her heaving chest. I lick and suck each nipple in turn, then kiss her neck, chin, nose, and finally her mouth.
She tugs me closer, her nails digging into my ass as she entangles herself around my body. I wish I could drag this out. Play with her body some more, send her to heaven and back several more times, but it’s been a while between dances, and I just can’t help myself.
While we’re kissing, I grip my cock, then finding her entrance, I slide all the way in to the hilt, jutting my hips when I’m finally seated inside. The breath leaves her body in a shock and I pull out, then slide back in, my hands gripping the sheets next to her head.
I’m holding back and she knows it. She grips those nails into my ass even harder and says, “Fuck me, Ryder. I need you.”
And who am I to object? I don’t hold back. I pull out and slam into her, rocking my hips back and forth with gusto as I nail her to the mattress. She feels so good. Her pussy tightening around me as I take my fill.
“So tight,” I growl. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
“I love you, husband ,” she whispers. “I love you so much.”
I pound into her. In and out. In and out. “You like bein’ my naughty little wife , don’t you?”
“I can be your naughty wife any day of the week.” Her cheeks are flushed as she tilts her hips, trying to get me even deeper inside her.
“Is that because I taught you well?”
She laughs. “No, it’s because I love that big cock of yours.”
Touché.
I ram it home, tilting my hips so my pubic bone grazes her clit. She grips the pillows behind her in her palms and comes gloriously. It’s my undoing. Seeing her like this; pent up. Horny as fuck. Wanting me with every inch of her being as I do her. It’s too much. “I love you,” I roar, stilling as I spill inside her.
I hover above her until I’ve emptied my load. Crystal hasn’t been on the pill for about two years. We’ve been trying for another baby, but tensions have been running high because we both want another kid, but it hasn’t happened fast like it did with Ade.
We’ve fought. We’ve said things we didn’t mean. We’ve made up. It’s what couples do, but one thing that has never wavered is our love for one another. I’d do anything for her, and have. But her words today have resonated inside me. Maybe I do need to slow down. We’re doing okay. Even without my mom’s unwanted inheritance, we’ve both worked hard. I’ve prided myself on providing for my family without any handouts from her parents. When they asked if we’d accept money for Aidan’s college fund, I agreed on the proviso that it’s up to him if he wants to go to college. I want him to have an education, of course, but he’s also okay to go to trade school or get an apprenticeship just like I did. Now I have my own shop, I’m at the point where I can slow down. I take every shift I get offered at the Vault — the club’s gentleman's bar downtown — but tonight made me realize something: I’ve been doing that because I’m scared. I worry about money and failure. Not being enough or being poor. I never want to be poor ever again. And I won’t be. We’ve both worked hard to add to our nest egg and make our home what it is, so maybe I can slow down.
Proving my worth is only in my head, not in my wife’s or my club. The amount of times Cash has scolded me for not being home, I’ve lost count. It isn’t because I don’t want to be home, I do, but again, those insecurities have always tugged at me deep inside.
“I’m gonna cut back at work,” I huff.
Crystal blinks a couple of times. “That’s what you’ve got to say after fucking me stupid?”
I grunt, pulling out as I roll off her onto my back. I stare at the ceiling. “No. But I realized somethin’ in all of this mess, Sugar. I want to be around more. Do more shit with you and Aidan. I can’t remember the last time I got to take him to school.”
I tilt my head to look at her.
She shifts to roll onto her side, facing me. “I love the sound of that.”
“I’m not my parents.”
She caresses my face with her fingertips. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m worthy.”
“Yes, you are.” She leans up and presses a kiss to my lips softly. “Welcome back.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t go very far.”
“Only into your own head, which I get. I know you, Ryd. I know how much you put into everything you do. And I love you for it. But we’re doing okay,’ she says. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. I know what’s in your heart.”
“You’ve always loved me, even at my worst.”
“And you’ve always loved me at mine, it works both ways.”
“I killed Jimmy, the day Aidan was christened.”
She stiffens, her eyes finding mine as she sits up. “Oh, my God, what?”
I bite my lip. “I never wanted to say anythin’, I mean, you knew somethin’ happened, I just didn't tell you what or when.”
“I knew he was gone, but… before Aidan’s christening?”
I shrug. “It just happened that way. I got sweet satisfaction in ending him, Crys. I thought that made me a bad person until I remembered how he left you.”
“He deserved it,” she whispers. “I dread to think what he did in between the years he left me for dead and was on the run.”
“I don’t want any secrets between us, but I wanted you to know it was that day I knew we were both finally free.”
She soothes a hand over my chest. “You did the right thing.”
“I’ve never killed a man before, but know this: I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it means keepin’ my loved ones safe.”
“Stop it or I’m going to ride your face, and you’re still spilling out of me.”
I stir, moving so our foreheads are touching. “You think that puts me off?”
I reach between her legs and feel where I’ve been. She bites her lip and moans. I bring my fingers to her lips and paint them with my cum. “Wanna knock you up so bad.”
“Then we’d better get to it.” She licks her lips with the tip of her tongue suggestively. “Unless I wore you out just now?”
I gruff a laugh. “ You wear me out? I don’t think so.”
She slides a leg over my body until she’s straddling me. “I bet I can, though.”
“I bet you can, too.” I hold her hips and sit up as she settles over my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck.
“If it’s just the three of us, it’s enough,” she whispers.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “I guess with all the ladies at the club having babies left, right and center, I’ve been getting that old feeling stirring inside me. I do want another child, but sometimes things just take a little longer.”
“We could try IVF.”
Tears well in her eyes. We’ve done some tests, and the doc said everything was normal. Sometimes it just takes time.
“You’d do that?”
I chuckle. “It’s not me that’s doin’ anythin’ hard, Sugar. It’s you. You’re the one that has to have injections and do all the hard yards when it comes to growing a baby inside of you. All I have to do is shoot into a cup.”
She crinkles her nose at the reference. “Maybe we just chill out for a while. Enjoy each other like we used to. Without any pressure. Perhaps we’re just too in our own heads, and we can’t see the forest for the trees.”
I smooth one hand down her long silky hair and nip her chin gently. “You’ve always had a way with words.”
“That’s true,” she giggles. “I am really good with my mouth.”
I buck my hips and she squeals. “What else you got?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
I kiss her chastely, then lay down against the pillows, ready to enjoy the show. “I would like to know. In fact, I’m a visual kinda guy.”
She walks two fingers up my chest, leaving a trail of fire against my skin. “Well, lucky you, I love to perform. I always wanted to be a Rockette.”
“Oh, you can be my Rockette any day of the week.”
She leans down to kiss me, and those old feelings stir once more. This time, I keep all of that bad shit out. It’s just me and my wife. My baby. None of the other stuff matters, just like she said.
“That was so hot before,” she whispers.
“What?”
“You, carrying me in here like a caveman.”
“You dropped your towel right in front of me,” I remind her. “You’re lucky I made it this far.”
She giggles, sliding her hips over my length, rubbing herself over me as I groan. “We’ve got to make up for lost time, dear husband of mine.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“And in answer to your earlier words about cutting back at work, I think that’s an excellent idea. It means we can sneak sex in like we used to. Remember when Aidan was a toddler and I’d put him down for his afternoon nap.”
I laugh at the memories. “Yeah, that kid was a cock blocker from way back. It’s like he had ultrasonic hearing when it came to us gettin’ busy.”
“He’s needy, like his dad.”
I squeeze her hips, working her over my length as she tips her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as she gets herself off. “Oh, you’ve no idea how much I need my wife.”
“We haven’t had sex twice in one night since… since before Ade was born.”
I smirk. “You complainin’ or sayin’ it’s a good thing?”
She shoots me a glare. “Does it look like I’m complaining?”
I hold myself at the base and grin. “Why don’t you hop on and find out?”
She flutters her eyelids rapidly. “Ever the romantic.”
“Might not bring you flowers as much as I should, but I know how to fuck you just right.”
She bites down on her lip when she slides down on my cock. We both sigh in unison. “I can’t deny the truth: you do.”
I thrust up and she jolts, her breasts jiggling and it turns me the fuck on. I reach up with both hands, palming her perfect rack and plucking her nipples as she begins to ride me.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
“Ryder, that’s so good,” her words come in short, sexy pants and I want this round to last. I want to feel all of her, and her all of me. I want to pleasure her over and over again until she’s spent, until she can’t even remember her own name. Until mine is the only one she whispers over and over when I make her convulse.
“You look so fuckin’ hot ridin’ me, Mama.”
“Oh.” She grinds down at hearing me say the nickname I sometimes use. Not all the time. You gotta keep some things spontaneous when you’re married. “Oh, yes.”
“Slow,” I admonish. “Want this to last. We were all frenzied before, now I want to watch you come undone.”
“You don’t know what you do to me when you talk like that,” she groans.
I squeeze one ass cheek, pulling her down on me harder. “Ride this cock, baby. You know you own me, body and soul.”
She bounces harder, her tits bouncing along with her. Her long tendrils float behind her as I get my fill. And boy, is she the woman of my fucking dreams. Nothing could ever change there. “All night,” she whispers. “I won’t be done with you all night.”
I squeeze one breast and her ass at the same time and she whimpers in delight. She throws her head back as she climaxes, my name a quiet shout as her pinkening skin and flawless face with her mouth in a round ‘O’ is enough to push me over the edge. But I don’t let it. I need to fulfill her, and I’m certainly not done with her yet.
Not by a long shot.