Chapter 9 #3
Still, the important thing is that he’s really going to do it.
My hands twitch with the need to reach up and touch him, but I keep them pressed against the bed. My heart is racing, and despite the pain still radiating from my balls, my cock starts to respond.
Ryker slowly rolls on the condom. He even pumps lube onto his hand from the container on the bedside table and gets his cock slick.
“I’d take you without anything, but your little hole would probably not survive that,” Ryker says as he gets into position. “You don’t need me to loosen you up though, do you, brat?”
I lick my lips, eyeing the size of him. It’s stupid to get him to take me without stretching me first, but I don’t care.
“No,” I tell him, squeezing my hands in the blankets. “Please.”
This is going to hurt tomorrow.
I couldn’t care less.
It’ll be a reminder that he was here, and… Now is not the time to demand that he return, but I will when this is over—assuming I’m not so spent that I can’t even talk. Not that that’s usually a problem. I’m not usually at a loss for words even when I’ve had a good fuck.
This promises to transcend a mere good fuck, though.
Ryker grabs my thighs and forces them to spread wider. The movement makes my balls ache, but I bear the pain as he lines up.
He slides the slicked-up head of his cock along my hole.
“You can come whenever you want,” Ryker says. “But nobody’s touching your cock. And I’m going to keep going until I’m finished.”
I whine. I might be a needy slut, but I can’t usually come without my cock being touched.
I’m not normally being fucked by someone as feral as Ryker, though. I’m not usually hard and leaking like this.
“Okay, yeah, all right, just fuck me,” I beg.
Ryker smirks at me and finally pushes his cock inside me.
I moan and clutch the sheets tighter. He’s much larger than straight Jeremy had been, and even with the lube, it’s not an easy slide. He stretches me impossibly wide.
And he’s doing it slowly.
Fuck.
I want him to push in all at once, to pound me senseless — little hole be damned — but he’s going so slow that I let out another needy sound.
“Oh, come on,” I complain, lifting my head to get a better look at his face. The asshole is teasing me. Okay, maybe I should be grateful that he’s not completely wrecking me, but I’m too turned on to care about logistics.
I just want him to fuck me.
“What? I’m enjoying myself. If you have complaints…” Ryker motions toward the door. “I can always leave and jerk off on my own.”
My eyes fly completely open, and I give a vigorous shake of my head. “No! No, fuck, no. Just… Ugh.” I pout at him. “I know you want more than this. We both know you want more than to take me like I’m some blushing virgin.”
“You, a blushing virgin?” Ryker releases my thighs and folds forward, forcing himself a lot deeper into me. He takes hold of his belt and gives it a small tug.
I groan and part my lips, leaning into it so the belt digs more into my throat.
Yeah, I really am going to have a lot of explaining to do to Maggie.
“I’m enjoying myself,” Ryker repeats. “And I don’t know what you expected, but we do this at my pace, or not at all.” He grips my jaw and presses his thumb and forefinger into my cheeks. “Got it, you brat?”
I nod. I want him to go harder, faster, but his big cock stretching me does feel good.
I want to be utterly wrecked by the end of this, to have the evidence of him being here to jack off to. Never mind that my bruised balls will probably be plenty enough of a reminder.
Ryker rubs his thumb over my lips. I dart my tongue out to lick it, and I’m thrilled to get a small laugh out of him.
“Fucking brat,” Ryker mutters.
He leans in to kiss me, biting my lip so hard that I feel it split. The taste of copper coats my tongue, and I share it with him.
I raise my arm to wrap it around his shoulders.
Ryker immediately sits up and slaps it back down. “What did I tell you?”
Fuck.
I’m not used to having to be such a passive participant in a fuck. “What, you don’t like a response when you’re fucking someone?” I challenge him. “Rather fuck a corpse?”
The amusement vanishes from his expression, and Ryker shakes his head. “Fine. I guess I’m going to go jerk off after all.”
I instantly regret my words, and I shake my head. “No! No, I’m sorry. I was just talking. I don’t like lying here like a dead fish, that’s all. I want to make this extra good for you,” I wheedle.
“And you know me so well, you know what would make it good for me?” Ryker grabs the end of the belt, but he doesn’t pull at it. “If I tell you I want you to lie there and take it, you fucking obey. If you can’t do that, there’s no point in me staying.”
“I can do it!” I tell him, swallowing hard as I stare into his eyes. “I’ll be so good for you, you won’t even know it’s me.”
Ryker laughs again. “I fucking doubt that.” He rolls his hips and drives his cock all the way inside me.
I throw my head back and swallow a cry as pleasure courses through me, radiating out from my prostate.
“That was your only warning,” Ryker says. “If you act out again, I’m gone, and you won’t ever see me again.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head again. The shitty thing is, I can’t even promise that I won’t act out again. I always do. “I can’t help it,” I tell him, and my voice sounds so desperate when I do. “I’ll try, I promise, but please don’t go.”
Don’t be done with me.
I’m so desperate for him to stay, and that desperation almost destroys the moment.
“We’ll see.” Ryker tugs on the belt at the same moment he pulls out and thrusts back in.
I cry out, my body arching as the belt tightens and he fucks into me harder.
It all explodes.
I come harder than I ever have—which I’m pretty sure is the truth and not hyperbole—and I spill all over my stomach and his chest. I clench my ass around him, determined to drag him over the edge with me.
It takes him only a few more thrusts before he’s groaning, and I wish I could feel the heat of his cum filling me. Instead, all of it goes into the fucking condom, and I would pout if I wasn’t still in the throes of that climax.
I collapse against the bed, breathing hard, and stare up at him. I wish I could reach up and touch him, to encourage him to lean down and kiss me, but I don’t dare risk him deciding to leave.
“Wow,” I say. “Just… wow.”
Ryker smirks down at me and ruffles my hair before pulling out.
My legs drop down onto the bed, and try as I might, I don’t have the energy to even move as Ryker starts cleaning up. Condom tied up neatly, then wadded into a tissue.
I frown as he stuffs it into his jeans pocket.
“That’s gross,” I say.
“It is,” Ryker agrees. “I’m not leaving my semen around for anyone to pull DNA from.”
“You could wash it down the drain,” I suggest. I point toward the en suite. “And you can shower. And stay longer.”
Ryker tilts his head at me. “What do you think this is, brat?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. You haven’t told me, and like you said, I don’t know you.”
Ryker sighs and walks into the en suite.
I’d get up to follow, but now that it’s all over, I realize just how much my balls hurt and how sore my ass is.
I hear water running. The toilet flushes. When Ryker comes back, he’s all zipped up.
He walks over to the bed and looms over me. I inhale sharply as he extends his hand toward me.
Then Ryker takes the belt and loosens it so he can pull it away from me entirely.
Disappointment races through me, and I stare up at him. “Are you going to just… walk out of here after this?” I ask, and there’s something strange to the quality of my voice.
I’m not on the verge of tears, am I?
In the wake of that, I should be flying, not falling.
Ryker loops the belt around himself. “I need a drink. And tell me you have a frozen pizza or something in your freezer.”
Relief courses through me, though it can’t quite stop the shakiness.
“I have liquor and beers in the kitchen,” I tell him.
“And I don’t do frozen pizza.” I pause, trying to think of what I have on hand.
“We’ll order something. Do you like Thai?
There’s a great Thai place nearby. Or Italian.
Then again, garlic. Um.” I’m so scattered, feeling like my thoughts are falling away from me, and I finally sit up. “Or something else?”
Ryker shakes his head. “I’ll figure it out. Can you shower or are your balls too sore?”
“I’ll manage,” I tell him. I slowly slide out of the bed, testing my balance, and I grimace. Yeah, my balls are sore, all right. They’ll be even worse tomorrow. “You… aren’t going to be gone when I get out, are you?”
Do I have to kill someone else to get you back, to make you stay?
Ryker gives me a cruel smile. “You’ll just have to see.”
My bottom lip wobbles, but I force myself to nod. I make it to the bathroom, where I plan on taking the quickest shower I’ve ever taken in my life.
I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s gone when I’m done.
Guess there’ll be another dead body for the cops to contend with.