Chapter 11
ASPEN
The warmth of his mouth on my pussy has me on the verge of orgasm within seconds. I’ve wanted this for so long and denied myself the possibility, but I can’t hold back any longer. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted a man in my life.
I watch as he devours me, his soft growls sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop.” I’m brazen in my desire for this man.
“Such a greedy girl.” He leaves me bereft, reaching for the tiramisu cream before dipping his fingers in and smearing a little it on the inside of my thigh, teasing me as he licks just shy of where I need him.
“Please…”
With a dark, wicked grin, he trails his mouth back up to my pussy. I can’t take my eyes off him—the sight of him between my thighs sending me into overdrive. I reach one hand forward, fisting it in his hair as I ride his face.
“Naughty little thing. Hands to yourself. I’m in control here.”
“Please… I need you.” Now I am begging.
A wry smile kisses his lips, slick with my arousal.
“I know, baby girl.”
The scruff of his jaw a stark juxtaposition to the softness of his tongue as he circles my clit.
I drop my head back, overwhelmed by the way this man sends me spiraling out of control.
“Eyes on me. I want you watching when you come all over my face.”
I’ve never been so shameless in pursuit of an orgasm. I can already tell I’m going to come hard, every muscle in my body tightening as I chase release.
“Oh God, Ryder, I’m close.”
He grabs my thighs and pushes them as far apart as they can go, pinning me in place as I come apart at the seams.
“Not until I say so.”
“What?” I close my eyes, trying not to come, but it feels too damn good.
“Eyes on me.” It’s more than I can take. He looks so hot with his head buried between my thighs. His dark blond hair is messed from my hand, and his eyes darken as he stares up at me with wicked intent.
I climb higher and higher, Ryder pulling me back from the brink, over and over again, until I’m on the edge of madness.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
“Then fucking ask like a good girl.” He licks the evidence of my arousal from his lips.
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
Without another word, he feasts on my pussy before thrusting two fingers inside me. “Come for me, Aspen.” He lightly grazes my clit with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. His words are like a switch, lighting my whole body aflame.
I crash over the edge, headlong into an orgasm as he continues to let me ride his face through the aftershocks, and only when I collapse against the counter does he relinquish his grip on me.
Ryder takes a step back, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and the condom inside. I bite down on my bottom lip as he unleashes his cock and tears open the wrapper before sliding the condom into place. God, he’s big, and I’m desperate to feel him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him toward me, but he stops just shy of where I want him.
“I need your consent.”
“Is my willingness to open my legs for you not consent enough?” I say with the confidence of a siren. I barely recognize the sound of my voice.
“No, I want you to say it. Explicitly.” His eyes never leave mine, the intensity sending a shiver down my spine.
My arms slink around his neck as I bring my lips to his ear, emboldened by the hunger in his eyes. “I’m sure I want you to fuck me, Ryder Stevens. Do your worst.”
“You couldn’t handle my worst.” He positions himself at my entrance before taking me in one hard thrust, and it’s gloriously painful. I cry out as he fills me, gasping at the invasion.
“Oh God!”
“Relax. You can take every hard inch of me. Just breathe.” I do as he asks, eager for more of him as he stretches me to the threshold between pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
He leans in, capturing my bottom lip, biting down just enough to make me moan. “Don’t fucking swear when I’m inside you.”
“You want it hard, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I plead, my fingers frantically unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off his shoulders. He’s every inch the masterpiece I thought he’d be. His six-pack is divine, and that glorious V is mouthwatering.
“How badly? He’s breathless as he teases me to the edge of madness.
“Please.” I’d get on my knees and beg if he asked me to.
“Sir.”
“Please… Sir, I need your massive cock.” He loses all control, ripping my dress up and over my head with his cock buried deep inside me.
With one flick of his hand, my bra is open, and he literally tears it from my body, unleashing my breasts. One fell swoop of his arm, and the remaining ingredients crash to the floor.
“Good girl.”
My cunt is greedy as I start to writhe against him, desperate for relief.
When he relinquishes my lips, his eyes meet mine, full of promise, and it only makes me want him more.
He grabs my wrists and pins me against the cold, hard granite before flicking his tongue over one of my nipples, biting it just enough to make it pebble.
He does the same on the other as I arch my back up, my body begging for more of him.
He was made for sin—six foot three inches of muscle, lean but toned. His olive skin highlights every solid muscle, and his shoulders are broad. With a smattering of hair on his chest, I follow down to his happy trail, to where his cock is seated inside me.
“That’s it, baby girl, look at how I’m fucking you… how well you take my cock.” He doesn’t take off his jeans, letting them rest just low enough on his hips to fuck me, and something about it is a turn-on, being completely naked for him.
“Please, let me touch you, Sir. I want to feel you.” He releases my wrists.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He captures my mouth with his, both of us hungry for more as he pulls me up off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hammers into me over and over again, hitting the sweet spot that has me on the edge of a second release.
“Ryder.” His name is a litany of worship on my lips. “I…”
I rake my hands down his back, his skin so soft, his tightly corded muscles hard.
He sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me so hard it hurts in the most delicious of ways.
“Let me hear you, baby girl.”
“I’m so close, Ryder.” He fists a hand in my hair, pulling my head back before dropping his mouth to my neck.
“Good girl. You’re going to come for me.” His lips ravish a spot just behind my ear, making me buck like a horse. I need him.
“Yes… oh God, Ryder, I…”
“Now.” As I splinter into a million pieces, he chases his release, using my body for his pleasure. “Fuck, Aspen.” He comes hard, riding out the aftershocks with me before gently cupping my face and caressing my lips with his own. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Suddenly, I’m acutely aware that my boss is still inside me, and a pang of fear courses through me. “Ryder.”
“Stop worrying, baby girl. Everything is going to be fine.”
“How did you…”
“I can feel you tensing. It feels pretty fucking good for me, but…” He pulls back, forcing me to meet his gaze. “This doesn’t change your role here. I can separate church and state going forward if you can.”
“Forward?” I moan as Ryder pulls out of me, and I still want more of him, but I reach for my dress.
“The next time I fuck you.”
“There’s going to be a next time?” I attempt nonchalance, but I can’t hide the excitement in my voice.
“You think just a taste of you would be enough for me? I’ve craved you since the first night you moaned for my food.
There’s going to be a next time, and a next, and a next.
I’m going to fuck you in here, in your bed, in my bed.
Hell, I’m going to fuck you on every surface in my apartment.
Are you okay with that?” A thrill courses through me.
“I could get on board.”
“Oh really?” he says with a panty-melting smile, if I were wearing any. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. “What do I need to do to convince you?” The scent of his cologne invades my senses, leaving me spellbound.
“Fuck me again.”
“Oh, my girl is greedy.” His lips crash down on mine, and I’m lost to the sensation of his hands caressing my body as he takes me to the edge of ecstasy again, and again, and again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Ryder.
Tonight is dragging, my mind constantly going back to the other day with Ryder. I long for his touch, which makes tonight all the harder.
“Are you okay, love?” Paul reaches across the table, taking my hands in his. “You seem distracted.”
“Sorry. How was your day?”
“Back-to-back meetings. Every client wants my undivided attention.” The irony of this moment is not lost on me.
“You should be at home relaxing after such a long day.” I extricate my hands from his.
“Well, if you want to come home and relax with me, I’m happy to grab the check and have my car brought round.”
“I can’t.”
“Then I guess we’re staying here because I wanted to see you after a busy day.”
“You’re very sweet. I’m happy you called.” That’s a lie, but I have my eye on the prize. The nights I’m not working at Venom, I’m thinking about it. The food. Ryder. Intrigue over what goes on in the club.
My mind wanders, contemplating whether or not Ryder would give me a tour now that we hooked up.
He was definitely in charge, but that’s his personality even when his cock isn’t buried deep inside me.
Even the thought of it has me clenching my thighs under the table, wishing the man across from me were six foot three, blond, with blue eyes I could get lost in for eternity.
“Here’s to us.” Paul holds up his glass to clink against mine, and I gulp down my wine, trying to block out the man who consumes my every waking thought.
Dinner arrives, and as usual, Paul picked a great restaurant with top-quality food that I can appreciate, but it has me itching to be back inside the walls of Venom, cooking and learning from the best chef in Manhattan.