10. Ryder
10
RYDER
I watch her stride through the sliding doors with the confidence of a woman who knows what she wants. There’s a strut in her step, and no hesitation in her movements.
It takes me half a second before I’m following her out.
I’m not sure what she wants right now—beyond clearly wanting to live a little—so as I close the distance between us in the sand, I tell myself she’s calling all the shots. Whatever those are. As far as she’s stated, she still doesn’t want to elevate our relationship past friendship, so I’m not going to be the one who changes that.
When we near the water, Vanessa reaches for the hem of her tank top and seamlessly pulls it over her head.
I have to clear my throat before I can ask, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her hands pause on the clasp of her jean shorts. She meets my eyes and says, “Someone very wise, and very handsome, once told me that it’s boring to live in a box.” She slowly slides her zipper down. “And I don’t want to live in a box anymore.”
God, this woman.
I don’t know what brought about this change in her, but fuck is it amazing to see.
I’m barely breathing as she pushes her shorts over her hips and down her legs. I don’t know if she wants to take this to full-on naked in the ocean, but I’m too mesmerized by the sight of her in a white bra and underwear to ask. I can only stare at the vision before me.
She doesn’t reach for her underwear, but she does bite down on her smile as she spins to give me her back. She unclips her bra and slides it down her arms. Then she strides forward into the water without another word.
I think I set a record for how quickly I strip my clothes off. I leave my boxer-briefs on, but everything else is ripped from my body and thrown in a heap next to Vanessa’s. By the time I’m sprinting into the water, Vanessa is already thigh-deep and slowing down.
I don’t take it slow. I just run in and dive headfirst into the water as soon as I’m deep enough to do it.
When I come up for air, it’s to the sound of Vanessa’s shriek of “ oh my God, it’s so cold.” Looking around for her, I see she’s almost reached my depth, the water up to her collarbone. But she’s keeping her arms above the water, not wanting to commit to a full dunk yet.
I change that with a big splash in her direction.
She splutters and turns away when it hits her, which just makes me laugh. I laugh even harder when she turns back to me with a glare, looking adorably drowned.
My laughter cuts off when she gets me straight in the face with a splash of her own and I have to cough salt water out of my mouth.
“You’re a menace,” I growl, sending another splash her way as I swim around her.
She yelps but retaliates quickly, also moving away.
For a few minutes, the world around us is filled with the sounds of waves, shrieks, and laughter. It’s the perfect night.
Even before the playfulness fades and our laughter dies out.
By the time we settle, we’ve waded a little deeper, to the point where I can still stand but Vanessa must be on her tiptoes.
It’s not even a conscious thought to pull her to me so she can relax from trying to stay afloat.
Before I can question whether it’s a wanted advance, I feel her sigh and relax into me, her legs immediately going around my waist and her arms around my neck. When her breasts flatten against my chest, I find myself swallowing roughly.
With our faces only inches apart, I can take in every moonlit inch: her naked skin, the expression on her face, the way she’s looking at me…
I want to kiss her so bad.
But I don’t want to initiate. I want her to want it. So instead of giving in to the temptation that is Vanessa half-naked in my arms, I just…look at her.
And then she smiles, leaning down to press the lightest kiss against my lips.
I’m too frozen to kiss her back. But when she pulls away and her eyes flutter open, I lose every molecule of oxygen from my lungs. “Are you sure?” I whisper.
Her nod is slow as she shifts even closer. “Very,” she whispers against my lips.
And then there’s no more talking.
I kiss her the way I’ve wanted to every day I’ve spent with her. With one arm around her waist to hold her to me, my other hand sinks into her damp hair so I can taste more of her. I want as much of her as she’ll give me.
She kisses me back with just as much fervor. As our mouths devour and our tongues caress, both her arms and legs tighten around me. Then a whimper slips from her lips and her pussy starts to rub against my hard cock.
That’s enough to have me walking us back to the shore. If I only get tonight, I’m not wasting it on a fuck in the ocean, or even on the patio again. I want her splayed out on a bed where I can make her come all night long.
My pace is hurried, the thoughts of tasting her pussy again making me move quicker despite being completely blind as I kiss her. I can’t stop kissing her. In fact, it isn’t until the water becomes shallow enough to expose Vanessa’s breasts that I even decide we both need air to breathe. Pulling away from her mouth, I barely take in half a breath before I’m stopping to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
She moans and drops her head back, her hand holding my head to her chest, silently urging me to suck harder. I let out a groan and obey.
Suddenly, I’m tempted to fuck her right here. The house is too far away; I’ll never make it if we continue like this.
But just as I’m about to rip her underwear from her body, Vanessa cups my face in her hands and lifts my mouth to hers. “I need you,” she begs between kisses. “Please, I need you.”
“You have me,” I assure her, kissing her back. “I’m yours.”
“But not here,” she gasps. “Inside. Hurry.”
She makes the decision for me, especially when she moves her lips to my neck so I can see enough to get us out of the water. I’m practically jogging toward the house by the time I reach the sand. When I hit the patio, she unwraps her legs from around my waist and drops to her feet, dragging me through the open door.
We don’t get very far before I’m pressing her up against a wall. Despite the dip in the ocean, her skin is already heating, her lips in particular feeling like fire against mine. My hands smooth over every inch of her. When they cup her breasts, her nipples pebble beneath my thumbs and she throws her head back with another moan.
Sliding my hands down to cup her ass cheeks, I lift her into my arms again. We’re so close to her bedroom, yet it takes me mustering all my self-control to finally get us out of the hallway. By the time the bedroom door is flung open, I’m pretty sure no one in the history of the world has ever been as turned on as I am.
We’re standing in the middle of the master bedroom when Vanessa rips at my boxer-briefs, her level of desperation matching mine. I help her shove down wet fabric, not letting up on kissing her. Even as I roll her underwear over her hips, my mouth never leaves hers.
When we’re both finally naked, I don’t move her to the bed just yet. Instead, I pull back enough that I can tell her, “I want you on top. I know it’s selfish, but I’ve been fantasizing about watching you ride me since that first night.”
She doesn’t even hesitate before she’s pushing me down onto the bed and throwing her leg over my waist.
I groan when her pussy slides over my cock, my hands shooting up to grip her hips and hold her in place. She’s fucking drenched already. I watch, in awe, as she moves forward and back, coating the underside of my cock in her juices.
“Are you clean, Ryder?” she asks. “Please tell me you’re clean.”
My grip tightens. “I’m clean. I just got checked.”
She hums thoughtfully, her attention on the space between her legs. When she slides up to the top of my cock, I let out a hiss at how sensitive it feels.
“I’m clean too,” she says—to me or to herself, I’m not sure. “I got tested after the divorce. And I’m on the pill.” Then she finally looks up and locks eyes with me. “Can you fuck me raw, Ryder?”
A groan tears from my chest. “Fuck yes, I can. You want me to fill you up, baby?”
Her nod is eager, and then she’s moaning as she takes in an inch of my cock.
“More than once,” she breathes. “Promise it’ll be more than once tonight.”
Fuck.
I sit up so I can capture her lips in a filthy kiss. “As many times as you want.”
When she hears my answer, she sighs happily and slides my entire length inside her.
“Oh fuck ,” I groan, falling back to the mattress. “You feel even better than I remember. How is that possible?”
But she’s not listening to me anymore. She’s too busy bracing her hands on my chest and fucking down on me, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Which just gives me free rein to watch her.
“That’s it,” I murmur, thrusting up into her rolling hips. “Take what you need. Use my cock, baby.”
That makes her whimper, and her eyelashes flutter open. When she looks down at me, her eyes look a little crazed, and I know she’s close. I lick my thumb and press it against her clit, thrilled to feel her hips move even faster.
I have to grit my teeth at the feel of her pussy squeezing me. But then she’s coming, and I get lost in the sight of Vanessa falling over the edge. She’s breathtaking like this, shaking and crying out and letting ecstasy overtake her.
“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper.
As her orgasm dies down, I realize…I need to see it again. And again.
I flip her onto her back as soon as the thought registers. Before she can even come back to earth, I’m sliding down her body and burying my face in her pussy.
I groan at the taste of her pleasure. I could stay here for hours, just tasting her and making her come. I don’t even care that my dick is hard as granite and my hips are automatically grinding down on the bed, every ounce of my focus is on Vanessa.
I suck her clit into my mouth, remembering that hard suction set her off last time. But then I look up the length of her body, and I get distracted by the sight of her arching into my mouth, her tits in my line of vision.
My hands, which are wrapped around her thighs to hold her to my face, trail up her ribs until I can cup her breasts. I hear her breathy “ yes” as her hands cover mine, urging me to squeeze harder. And when my thumbs brush over her pebbled nipples, I can feel the way her pussy clenches.
I want to tell her to come on my face. I want to tell her she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, that I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to get to see her like this.
But I can’t take my mouth off her long enough to say it. So instead, I double down on my efforts and silently beg for her to give me what I want.
And she does. With one more suck, one more pinch of her nipples, Vanessa’s shaking and writhing and moaning in my arms.
Groaning, I lap up every drop she gives me.
When her shakes turn to trembles, and I hear her panting, trying to suck air into her lungs, I still can’t pull away from her. My dick hurts at this point, but I’m so addicted to the taste of her that my mouth stays right where it is, my tongue slipping inside her as I press my thumb against her clit.
“Ryder,” I hear her gasp. “It’s too much?—”
“One more, baby, give me one more,” I rasp.
She laughs weakly, though she doesn’t push me away. “You’re insatiable.”
“For you? Damn straight. Now come on my tongue again.”
I expect her to fight me some more, to try to drag me on top of her, but after a moment, she sighs, her body melting into the sheets as her legs spread even wider.
The sight of her following my command is almost enough to make me come all over the sheets. To distract myself, I slide two fingers deep inside her, my thumb still on her clit as I search for the spot that will make this the hardest orgasm yet.
I know when I hit it because I hear Vanessa suck in a startled breath. Grinning, I drive my fingers in and out, making sure to massage that sweet spot every time.
This orgasm rises quicker than the others. I don’t even get my mouth on her again, she comes right as I nip at the inside of her thigh.
And this time, she gushes all over my hand.
I groan into her skin at the sight of her squirting. Jesus Christ. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any hotter…
When I finally take pity on her and slide my fingers out as I straighten, I realize she looks a little drained and a lot dazed. On the other hand, I can’t look away from my drenched fingers still playing gently with her pussy.
It isn’t until I hear her whispered “ come here” that my attention moves back to her face. She reaches for my cock, her hand sliding smoothly over me as precum drips down my length.
The sensation of her jerking me is what finally brings my head back down to earth. I fall forward on a heavy exhale to cage her in.
She leans up and kisses me, her hand never stopping its motion. It’s enough to make a desperate groan rumble through my chest, into a kiss that becomes instantly heated.
“That’s gonna make me come,” I say in a tight voice.
I feel her smile against my lips. “You know, you keep saying that, but you’ve hardly been coming early.”
I grunt. “Keep stroking my cock like that and I’ll prove that theory wrong.”
She huffs a soft laugh, which makes a smile quirk my lips. I kiss her again. I like this ease between us.
And then Vanessa switches us right back to heated when she lets go of my cock and flips onto her stomach.
“I want you to fuck me like this,” she whispers, arching her back and pressing her ass into my lap.
I let out a stuttered exhale and drop my head forward to hang between my shoulders. This woman is going to be the death of me.
At first, I kiss the back of her neck to give myself a moment to collect myself. But then it turns into a trail of kisses, over her shoulder, down her spine, across her lower back.
But when I don’t go near her pussy, she makes an impatient sound. “Ryder,” she whines. “Stop teasing.”
I don’t stop what I’m doing, continuing to kiss my way over her body. “Greedy,” I murmur against her skin. “You just had three orgasms, let me play for a second.”
She lets out a cute huff but doesn’t fight me on it.
Which just makes me swipe my tongue between her legs.
Gasping, she spreads her legs, arching her back more to give me better access.
“ Now who’s the tease?” I manage to half-heartedly protest. And even though I fully intended to start fucking her by now, I can’t help grabbing her ass cheeks and burying my face in her pussy.
She’s starting to buck against my face when I finally wrench myself away and slide a pillow under her hips.
“Oh, God, yes ,” she breathes.
And then I’m gripping her waist and sliding inside her.
We both groan at the feeling. Watching her ride me is heaven in itself, but fucking her is…
It’s otherworldly.
My thrusts are slow, but deep. I’m still caught up in the sight of her splayed out before me like this. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the vision of her pussy stretched around my cock.
But then she starts to beg. And it snaps the leash I didn’t realize I was holding myself on.
“Harder,” she gasps. “More. Please…give me more.”
Lowering my chest to her back, I brace on one forearm next to her head so I can keep my grip on her hip with the other. My thrusts become this ruthless, carnal kind of fucking. Suddenly, I can’t fuck her hard enough, or deep enough.
“You want more, baby? I’ll give you more. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’m yours to command.”
Moaning low and deep, her head turns, and she lifts her lips expectantly for a kiss.
I fall on her mouth, my fucking never slowing.
Her tongue slides against mine, her kiss becoming teasing. Taunting. When she finally pulls back slightly, her eyes flutter open to hold mine.
“If you’re really mine, you’ll make me come again and then fill me up,” she whispers.
All the breath whooshes from my lungs. I’m no longer in control of my body—I’m simply hers . And my body wants to obey.
So my knees knock against the inside of her thighs to widen her even more, and I slide my hand from her waist, down to her clit. And even as I’m panting against her lips, even as I feel my balls tighten with the need to come, I fuck her.
When she finally comes, it’s a relief. I feel her pulse around me, and I have to grit my teeth not to come at the same time. It’s sheer force of will that keeps my orgasm at bay for a few more seconds.
She’s still panting from her release, face flushed, as she sinks her hand into my hair and grips hard , saying, “Now let me feel your cum inside me.”
I think I black out for a second. Or an hour. I’ve never in my life come so hard, which means when it’s finally over, I’m crushing Vanessa on the bed.
“Sorry,” I croak out, shifting off to the side so my full weight isn’t on top of her. “That was… Fuck, babe, that was insane.”
I don’t know how I expect her to act once the heat has faded, but the sound of her hushed laughter and the feel of her turning over to cuddle into my chest puts all my doubts to rest. Despite being exhausted, I’m smiling as I wrap an arm around her and pull her tighter to me.
“I have no idea where all that came from,” she whispers. Although she sounds more surprised than bashful.
I don’t even lift my head, my voice muffled against the pillow. “Who cares. Let’s keep your inner vixen around, I like her. She knows what she wants.”
That earns me another laugh. “You’re just saying that because you’re fucked out.”
The combined vulgarity and cockiness has me shifting onto my side so I can quirk an eyebrow at her. “I’m really not, and I’m happy to prove it to you.”
Vanessa gives me a questioning look. “And how are you going to do that?”
Wordlessly, I pull her underneath me, rolling my hips down into the cradle of her legs so she can feel my hardening cock. When her eyes widen and her lips part in shock, I can’t help grinning proudly at her.
“You just came, like, sixty seconds ago!” she blurts out.
“Mhm,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips over her neck.
“But—how can you—oh my God, you’re so young ,” she finally declares in defeat.
I chuckle into her skin before lifting up.
But only so I can slide down her body and settle between her legs.
“They do say the most sexually compatible partners are men in their twenties and women in their thirties…”