4. Vanessa
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VANESSA
Desire like I’ve never known before rushes through my veins. I’ve never been kissed like this. Never been wanted like this. I thought I knew what passion felt like, but when Ryder deepens the kiss with a groan, I realize…I don’t know anything.
My hands, already fisted in his shirt, hold even tighter. Pull him closer. I can’t get enough of his touch, his taste…the way he makes me feel.
His hands, as they travel over my body, make me feel sexy. His growl that rumbles from his chest when I nip at his lip makes me feel wanted. His words from a moment ago make me feel cherished.
If this is the only night I feel this way, I want all of it.
I want the one-night stand with the hot waiter.
I don’t know if Ryder senses when I make the decision, but the moment I do, we both sink into the kiss in a way that lights it on fire . I flatten my body against his, eager to taste more of him. His hands move from my waist, down and around to my ass, groaning into my mouth when the movement presses me against his cock.
I gasp when I feel the size of it. And it’s hard for me .
Before I can do anything about it, Ryder tears his mouth from mine, but only so he can trail kisses across my jaw and down my neck. A shiver ripples along my spine when he nips at the place my shoulder and neck meet.
I distantly feel the strap of my dress slide over my shoulder, Ryder’s touch too distracting to focus on anything but the feel of his lips on my bare skin. My hands automatically thread into his hair, my eyes closing as I hold his head to me and revel in the sensations he’s evoking in my body.
“You’re so sexy,” he says as his lips drag back and forth. My breath catches when he nips at my shoulder, seeming almost frustrated by his own comment. “ Too fucking sexy. I don’t know where to start.”
And suddenly, I don’t want to just be the recipient.
Cupping his face, I pull his lips back to mine. And then my hands drop to his slacks.
He huffs a laugh into our kiss. “Feeling impatient?” he asks, though he doesn’t stop me.
I’m not laughing. My kiss becomes needier, my hands more desperate. I finally get his button open.
“You have no idea,” I gasp against his lips.
His hands still mine, though it feels like more of an attempt to get my attention than anything else. I pull back just enough so I can see his eyes.
“I want to touch you first,” he says simply, his hands coming to rest on my waist, kneading me in a way that lets me know just how he wants to touch me.
That only makes me want to touch him more.
“I can’t wait for that,” I whisper. “Please. Let me taste you.”
I wait, as patiently as I’m able, for him to see the honesty in my eyes. The desire, the need . For him . I’m practically vibrating with it.
After a moment, he releases a shaky exhale.
“You’re insane if you think I won’t give you whatever you want.”
And this time he doesn’t stop me when I drop to my knees in the sand.
We’ve wandered far enough away from the water that the waves crashing doesn’t drown out the sound of Ryder’s breaths growing heavy as I get his zipper, and then his slacks down. And when I finally wrap my lips around his cock, I can feel the groan against my tongue that’s torn from his soul.
He tastes every bit as good as I knew he would. The salty musk that’s all him, the weight of his generous length on my tongue, all of it drives my desire higher. It’s not long before I’m taking more of him in my mouth, my lips gliding up and down his shaft.
“I’m going to hell for letting you get on your knees when I should be the one worshipping at your feet,” he says gruffly, his hips already making shallow thrusts. One hand slides into my hair to hold it away from my face. “Goddamnit, you didn’t even let me touch you.”
Humming, I take him deeper, my fingers gripping his thighs to hold him closer.
He senses my desperation, his grip tightening in my hair until I feel a bite of pain.
“But I can’t say no to you, can I?” he continues, and my thighs clench. “You want this cock in your throat, fine—I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I make a sound of surprise—I have never been talked to like that—but it comes out garbled when he drives forward even harder.
“Shit, your mouth is so sweet,” he grits out, sounding like he’s in pain. “It’s too much, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be fucking your pretty mouth like this. Tell me to stop.”
I’ll die if he stops. So the next time he pulls back until only the tip is settled between my lips, I pop them off just long enough to gasp, “Harder.”
And his tether snaps. With a snarl, he starts to really fuck me.
I loosen my jaw and relax my throat, incapable of looking away from his face. I love that I’m making him lose control. He’s tapping into a fantasy I didn’t even know I had, using me like this.
And as I kneel here, watching him take his pleasure, my desire burns that much hotter.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for being too rough when I’ve got you splayed out before me. I’ll eat your pussy so good, you’ll want to get on your knees every day, just to get my mouth between your legs again.”
My moan makes him bite out a curse, his thrusts quickening.
“ Fuck , that mouth is going to make me come.” He sounds crazed, even a little panicked. “Stop sucking, goddamnit, I shouldn’t be making you swallow.”
That just makes me want it even more. Digging my nails into his ass cheek, I pull him tight against my face and take him as deep as I possibly can. I quickly and clumsily pull my dress aside so I can slide my hand down the front of my panties to rub at my aching clit.
“Oh fuck, you did not just?—”
He breaks off in a groan, a second before he pulls back slightly, and I taste his orgasm on my tongue. I suck him down with another greedy moan.
He stumbles back a step and slips from my lips. Chest heaving as I try to get my breath back, I finally chance a peek up at him.
He’s panting, looking completely shell-shocked. Not that I blame him—this hadn’t exactly been my plan for the night either. But he was so thoughtful, and charming, and sweet. Already, his treatment is altering my brain chemistry.
Where I would usually try to get to the good part , now I want to give in to the desire. I want to play with it.
I reach up with the hand I was just touching myself with, placing the pad of my fingers against his lips.
“Do you want to taste me?” I whisper.
He looks drugged as he nods. When he opens his mouth and I slide my fingers inside, he groans, his eyes sliding closed .
I can’t breathe around the sensation of him sucking my arousal off my fingers. If he didn’t suddenly pull back with a curse and help me to my feet, I probably would have stayed kneeling.
“I feel like when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going to think this was all a dream,” he says, more to himself than me. Because his eyes are already darting around, finally registering that we’re alone on a beach, not a soul or a surface in sight.
“Christ, Vanessa, I can’t take you in the sand. Let’s just walk back to the bar, I’ll?—”
But I just pull him away from the ocean, in the direction of the big house in front of us.
“Come on, in here,” I tell him.
“Uh… I’m horny, but I don’t know if I’m break into a house just to find a flat surface horny.”
Laughing, I tug his hand again. “We’re not breaking in. It’s my house.”
That stuns him to a stop. When I turn back to look at him, I find him wide-eyed and staring at the house.
“You live here? ” he asks incredulously.
I look back at it with a new perspective, then shuffle awkwardly when I realize, okay, yeah, it’s kind of big.
I hear Ryder’s heavy exhale right before he says, “Okay. This is fine. I’ll deal with my insecurities another time.”
My lip twitches with amusement. “It’s just a house, Ryder.”
His focus moves back to me, his pupils expanding when we lock eyes. When he speaks, his voice has deepened enough to make a shiver run through me.
“We’ll talk about this later. Get inside.”
My breath hitches.
And then I’m turning and rushing toward the house.
Normally, I like that there’s some distance between the private beach and my home, but with the way I’m feeling, I find myself wishing the house was on the beach. And I’m not the only one, because right as I reach the deck, Ryder’s arms go around my waist, and I’m thrown onto the patio couch.
“Never mind, I can’t wait that long,” he growls.
I land on my back, my legs automatically dropping open so he can settle between them, and he immediately falls on me with a kiss that has me melting. It feels way too comfortable being with Ryder like this.
“That taste on the beach was such a tease,” he groans against my lips. “I can’t wait to actually put my mouth on you. I bet you taste like the sweetest honey when you come.”
I don’t answer, I just return the kiss with equal fervor. Truth be told, I have no idea how I taste, and I’ve never had someone this eager to go down on me. It’s always just been the necessary foreplay before the sex part. But feeling Ryder’s hands literally shake with desire… it’s intoxicating.
His lips never leaving mine, I feel him slowly pull my dress up my legs. But it isn’t until the hem exposes my underwear and he keeps going that the self-consciousness sets in.
I try not to be obvious about stopping his hand, even going so far as to distract him by sucking on his tongue, but he’s too in tune with me. Right away, he pulls back so he can look at me.
“What is it? Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head and try to pull him back down. “No, no, definitely not.”
He studies my expression closely. “Then why’d you freeze up on me?”
I debate making up some kind of excuse, but in the end, I let out a heavy breath and tell him the truth. “It’s just…been a while since someone has seen me naked.”
His eyes widen in understanding. I don’t know what I expect his reaction to be, but it’s definitely not watching those blues light up with determination.
His head drops so he can brush his lips lightly, teasingly against mine.
“You think you’re not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” he says in voice like velvet. “You think I don’t look at you and see a fucking goddess? I wasn’t lying when I said I want to worship at your feet, Vanessa.”
I whimper and try to kiss him, but he’s not done yet. His lips drop to my neck and start to kiss along my skin.
“When I saw you tonight, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world that you were seated in my section.” His kisses move down to my collarbone, then to the neckline of my dress. When his tongue slides under the fabric, another whimper slips out. “And then you sent me a drink at the bar, and I realized I am the luckiest guy in the world.”
With one rough tug of the front of my dress, my breasts pop out. Before I even realize what’s happening, Ryder is wrapping his lips around one nipple.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hands sinking into his hair to hold him against me. With every pull of his mouth, I feel the sensation echo between my legs.
He lets go just so he can suck the other into his mouth. I don’t realize I’ve started to rock my hips against his until he presses down with his cock and groans.
He lifts off my chest and moves down my body to settle between my legs. My dress is rucked up to my hips, most of me bared to him, but what makes me suck in a breath is the feeling of his strong hands pressing my legs even wider, putting all of me on display.
His eyes drop to my panties, right before he runs a finger down the drenched material. I shudder at the touch. And when one finger curls under the fabric and pulls it to the side, exposing the rest of me to his gaze, I honest to God stop breathing.
“Beautiful,” he says, sounding awed. And if any part of me was still self-conscious, it disappears at the heat in his eyes.
And then he rips the lace from my body and descends on me like a starving animal.
I gasp when his mouth latches onto my clit. He’s not teasing or building the anticipation, he’s just eating .
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, gripping his hair as my thighs automatically tighten around his head. The sensations are too much and not enough, all at the same time.
His groan vibrates against my skin, his hands curling around my thighs to hold me tight against his face. Every swipe of his tongue, every suction of his mouth, has my orgasm from earlier rising to the surface.
“That feels so… oh, that’s going to make me… Ryder, I’m going to?—”
Another groan, this one followed by him sliding two fingers inside me. I can feel how soaked I am with how easily they slip in.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my God, yes ?—”
The release washes over me like a tidal wave. Between touching myself earlier and the hunger with which Ryder is licking me, this isn’t a gentle orgasm. I’m drop-kicked screaming into this one.
It takes me a second to come back to reality. When I blink my eyes open, I’m trembling, grounded only by the weight of Ryder shifting on top of me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers again. Even with his softened voice, I can see the lust darkening his eyes, can feel how hard he is.
Reaching between us, I fumble with the button on his pants. He barely got them zippered after my blow job on the beach, so once I have the button undone, it’s easy to fit my hand inside his pants. We both groan when I cup him.
He takes my mouth in another heated kiss. “Can I fuck you?” he asks against my lips.
“God, yes,” I breathe, pushing impatiently at the waistline of his pants.
He pulls back just long enough that he can reach into his pocket and take out his wallet. He’s looking for a condom, but he bites out a curse when a few cards go flying from how badly his hands are shaking. When he finally finds it and rips it open with his teeth, I’m already tugging him down onto me again.
“Please, please,” I whimper. “Ryder, please. I need you inside me.”
Another curse, but now, the condom is on, and he’s covering my body with his. I feel the tip of his cock slide along my entrance and another needy whimper slips out.
His eyes lock with mine as he takes a breath, suspending both of us in this heightened moment of need. But just as I open my mouth to beg again, he exhales and drives inside me with a single hard thrust.
My mind shatters from the sensation. He’s so big, so hard , and I simultaneously want to push him away and pull him closer.
And then he starts to fuck me. And everything melts into sheer ecstasy.
I babble unintelligible, broken words that make no sense.
“Oh my… I can’t… you’re so holy shit…”
Ryder drops his face into my neck with a heady groan. His thrusts become more powerful, his hands smoothing all over my ribs, my ass, my legs. It’s like he can’t decide where he wants to touch me.
His head lifts so he can breathe against my lips, both of us too desperate for air to actually kiss. “ Christ , Vanessa,” he gasps. “You feel incredible.”
My moan disappears into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist to try to tug him flush with my hips. “You’re going to make me come so hard , ” I tell him on a tortured whisper.
Groaning, he hikes my thigh even higher around his waist, until finally he reaches back and simply slides that leg over his shoulder.
I gasp at the feel of him hitting even deeper, my orgasm coiling tighter inside me. And when his thumb slides between us and rubs circles over my aching clit, it explodes.
My cry of ecstasy is swallowed by the ocean winds. Ryder’s guttural moan in my ear only enhances the waves of pleasure rolling over me, again and again, until my throat feels hoarse and I’m shaking with overstimulation.
It isn’t until my body drops, limp, to the chaise that Ryder gives in to his own pleasure. I watch, lust drunk, as his expression transforms from tortured to relieved.
His face drops back to my neck with one last groan, his hips finally slowing. I can feel his heavy breaths against my skin as I stroke my hand over his back, staring up at the sea of stars above us.
When he finally braces himself on his forearms, his face goes right back to my neck to press kisses along my skin. I don’t even try to hide my sated smile. I feel like I’m floating.
“If that was half as good for you as it was for me…you’re welcome,” he mumbles between kisses.
My puff of laughter is giddy, but tired. A yawn overtakes me as I ask, “Do you want to stay over? That way, you don’t have to walk back.”
When he lifts his head and his eyes move over my face, there’s something adoring about the way he’s looking at me. “You’re okay with me staying over?”
I nod, pulling him closer. “Maybe it’s na?ve, but I feel like I can trust you.”
“You can,” he says quickly. “Of course, you can.”
In an instant, boyish excitement brightens his expression. I let out a whine when he stands from the lounge, but then he immediately scoops me into his arms.
“So, just out of curiosity, how do you feel about being woken up with my tongue in your pussy?” A pause. “Fair warning, your answer might determine if I wake you up once, or twice, or…six times.”
I laugh, burying my face in his neck and pulling myself even closer to him.
And if I thought the pep in my step when leaving the restaurant was a needed addition to my life, it’s nothing compared to the lightness in my chest when Ryder carries me to bed.