Chapter 36
“ALWAYS BEEN YOU” CHRIS GREY
M y toes curl, and I let out a soft whimper as ecstasy fills my veins and spreads through my body. Pleasure coils tight in my lower stomach, drawing tighter with each swipe of his tongue on my clit.
More. I want more.
His warm, wet tongue flicks the bundle of nerves, and he slows to a gentle tease until my orgasm fades.
“Please,” I cry.
Ryder’s eyes flare with hunger and determination.
He sucks my clit between his pierced lips and moans, sending vibrations through me and driving me back to the edge, only to pull away before I explode.
He grips my thigh, holding me open, and with his other hand, he probes my opening with two fingers before he plunges them inside me.
I throw my head back with a cry and push my hips against his face, riding his eager tongue. My climax rushes forward with the promise of making me see God. I growl when he releases my clit, killing the orgasm before it could sweep me away.
“You’re so mean,” I whine.
Ryder huffs out a laugh. “I know, baby, but this will make you feel so good. Let me make you come hard for me.”
His fingers spread, then scissor inside me. The motion stretches my inner walls, bringing a burning sensation that he drowns out by tonguing my clit again. My back arches off the bed, my muscles tensing as the orgasm builds faster than the last time.
“Ryder,” I choke out. “I’m right there. Please let me come!”
He moans against me, adding vibration into the mix. “Come for me, little sister. Show me how much you love me.”
My lips part on a silent scream. I writhe underneath him as the climax knocks the air out of my lungs and all I can do is hold on to him while I ride it out.
This is a dream. I know it is, and I don’t want to wake up from this. It’s safe here. Safe to be with him.
But like every good dream, it eventually comes to an end, and I’m dragged back to reality.
My eyes fly open as I wake, my ragged shriek piercing my ears. Sweat coats my face and between my breasts. The dark, humid bedroom smells like sex. And the sensation of Ryder’s tongue on my clit doesn’t disappear, nor does the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me.
I look between my spread legs and freeze.
Ryder’s head is between my thighs, his darkened gaze already on my face, watching my reaction as his tongue lashes against my sensitive nub.
Two thick, tattooed fingers pound in and out of my spasming walls as he works me through the last of my orgasm.
My mouth dries when I notice the blood staining the sides of his mouth and cheeks.
“Shit!” I shove his forehead to get him off me, but he dives back and latches his mouth on my mound. His arm locks around my waist, preventing me from escaping him as he swipes his tongue from bottom to top, repeatedly. “Ryder, please! I’m on my period.”
He hums in approval, then kisses my clit before raising his head and licking his bloody lips. “I know.”
I sputter, sounding like an idiot as my mind tries to catch up with what’s happening. He doesn’t show any signs of disgust at being covered in my blood. My core spasms as he grinds his hips into the bed. If my period disgusts him, he has a weird way of showing it.
“My tampon?” I choke out.
He smirks and glances at the trash bin beside the bed, then turns his head back toward me. His grin widens; he’s pleased with himself.
“You took it out of me while I was asleep?” It’s a dumb question, I know, but I’m in shock.
Ryder releases my leg and sits up on his knees. His erection stands proud and tall in the air, leaking pre-cum from the pierced tip. “Don’t act so innocent, sis. You had no problem sucking my cock while you thought I was asleep.”
He grabs the washcloth from the bowl of water on his nightstand and cleans his face and hands. I squeak as he grabs my hips and drags me closer to him, then lines up the head of his cock outside of my opening.
My cheeks burn from embarrassment. “How long were you?—”
Ryder’s hungry gaze flicks to my face right as he plunges inside me. I yelp at the sudden fullness and discomfort. He whimpers and holds still for a moment, allowing me time to adjust.
Ryder really does look like a dark god, blessing me with his presence. He’s bathed in shadows, but moonlight filters through the window and highlights the sharp planes of his body.
I should stop him, but I can’t, not when my heart is in control right now.
Somehow sensing where my thoughts are headed, Ryder blankets my body with his and scoops me into his arms. We groan at the same time as he pulls out until only the head stretches my entrance.
Then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt.
I wrap my legs around his narrow waist and dig my heels into his ass cheeks, loving how his muscles flex with every thrust.
“When you started undressing me,” he whispers into my ear. “I heard everything.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into his back. My clit pulses like a heartbeat as I drag my fingernails down his shoulders, leaving behind red marks.
Ryder trails kisses along my neck and finds the sensitive spot on my throat. My toes curl, and I whimper as he nips the tender skin, then soothes the pain with his tongue. His hips slap against mine, each stroke hard yet slow, as though he wants to take his time with me.
“You’re not leaving me, Madison.” He raises his head and looks down at me with determination and a glint of anger in his eyes. “Look at me.”
He heard everything I said, and now it feels like he’s trying to force me to understand what he’s incapable of saying as he balances over me, his hands settling beside my shoulders on the mattress.
He pounds into me with punishing strokes, our flesh clapping together and filling the bedroom with wet sounds.
The longer I refuse to open my eyes, the harder the headboard slams against the wall.
“Eyes on me, little sister. I want you to look at me and see the truth on my face when I tell you how much you mean to me.”
Ryder’s hand slips around my throat. Out of habit, I suck in a breath right before he squeezes the sides of my neck, cutting the blood flow to my head.
My eyes fly open and I arch my back, pushing my throat into his grip.
Ryder glares down at me, his pierced lips curled back in a snarl, and he lets out little grunts with every smack of his hips against mine.
Ryder’s hand squeezes tighter. “I don’t give a fuck if someone is threatening my life. You’re not ending things and running from me.”
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I stare at him.
Ryder bares his teeth. “Yeah, I went through your phone while you were asleep. You think some piece of shit threatening to kill me is gonna scare me? Baby . You don’t know me well enough, but you will in time.”
Tears sting my eyes. All I can do is take every punishing stroke of his cock as he continues choking me while pouring his heart out to me.
Ryder’s grip on my throat loosens enough for me to suck in a breath before he cuts it off again.
“I’m head over heels for you. I don’t want anyone else, because you’re the air I fucking breathe.
I can’t go a second without thinking about you and how you make me feel so alive.
Don’t you understand? You won. You have my heart, and I can’t stand the thought of you leaving me. ”
I blink up at him, unable to process his loving words.
His grip loosens, and he kisses my face, licking every stray tear breaking free.
“I love how you cared about me this whole time and never gave up, even when I pushed you away. I love your smile. Your laugh. How you scrunch your nose when someone says something you don’t like.
I love how you can’t look away from me, even when you don’t realize I’m watching you, too.
I love you, Madison. Even if you’re my stepsister.
Some nameless asshole isn’t going to stop us from being together. Let me protect you.”
I can’t hold back the sob bubbling out of me.
I loop my arms around him and drag him closer so I can bury my face in the crook of his neck.
Relief floods my system, and I hang onto his promise to take care of this.
I don’t want him to die, but I don’t want to leave him either. We’re too deep in this to walk away.
“Shh.” He kisses the side of my head. “It’s okay, baby. Let me love you. Let me be with you, and I’ll make you so fucking happy for the rest of our lives. I’ll find this asshole and kill him for you.”
I cup his cheeks and sniffle. He swipes away the tears underneath my eyes with his thumbs, his expression soft and full of so much love and hope.
“I want you happy too,” I say. “But I don’t want to lose you.”
Ryder groans and smashes his lips against mine. Our tongues meet halfway, tangling together and mimicking the long, sure strokes of his cock. It’s not long before I come, safely wrapped in his arms and breathing him in. He follows, grunting into my mouth as he pumps his cum deep inside me.
“Don’t leave me,” he whimpers after a long stretch of silence. “I don’t think I can survive if you ever disappear.”
“Never. I’m yours. Forever, Ryder.” I hug him closer, and he relaxes his weight on me, pinning me deeper into the mattress.
He rests his cheek on my chest, listening to my heart as it slows to a normal pace. I thread my fingers through his hair and play with the damp strands, relaxing him further.
I close my eyes and try to shove the negative thoughts out of my head, but they still come.
Like I said, anxiety is a bitch.
I can’t help but feel guilty that I even considered leaving him here, alone and passed out after he was injured. What if the person who threatened to kill him snuck into the house and finished the job?
“You’re coming home with me,” he mumbles.
“What?” I blink and look down at the top of his head.