Chapter 38 Best. Orgasm. Ever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
Ruby
“Morning, Rubz,” Ryker’s throaty voice rumbled into my ear, the same moment an erection pressed against my ass.
As his large hand came to rest over my bare thigh, a blissful moan escaped me, my body fully aware that he was about to extinguish the fire that’d been burning inside me ever since we kissed last night.
His thumb lazily toyed with the elastic of my underwear, testing my patience.
Clenching my teeth against my lower lip, I summoned every ounce of willpower to stop myself from screaming for him to push them aside.
I needed this like a heartbeat needed rhythm.
Take it away and I’d flatline... not that I was being dramatic or anything.
I rocked against his hand impatiently, showing him exactly what I wanted. His breath tickled the sensitive skin behind my ear as he chuckled deeply.
“How much do you want this, Ruby?”
“As much as you do.”
With a growl, he slipped his hand beneath the material and parted me, putting me out of my misery.
I jarred against his chest when his finger found my clit. He wasn’t wasting time.
“God. You’re so wet.”
All because of him.
I didn’t have the strength to tell him that. I was so worked up I was finding it difficult enough to breath, let alone talk.
I sighed happily when he pushed a finger inside and started moving. Instant pleasure began to swell, waves and waves drifting towards the same crashing tsunami.
With his spare hand he held me steadily against his chest, his fingertips splayed across my ribs and lower breasts.
Each time I ground against his wrist, my ass grazed his erection, which was only growing harder. The thought of having it inside me intensified my pleasure.
Ryker’s finger intuitively found my most sensitive spot, applying a pressure that had me seeing stars.
“Ryker,” I moaned.
“Yes, Ruby. Just like that. Ride my hand like you’re about to ride my–”
I woke with a start, my chest heaving up and down as though I’d just run back-to-back marathons. Exhaling steadily, I took a moment to make out where I was. A slither of light filtered through the gap in the drapes, just enough to figure it out.
Relax, Ruby. You’re in Ryker’s room. That was a dream.
To be certain, I quickly patted down my body. My underwear was still on, and there were no male hands between my legs. It was both a relief and a disappointment.
The thin sheen of sweat on my chest was proof of just how real the dream had felt. And as I crossed my legs, I felt the lingering dampness that had built in my underwear, the result of Ryker’s fingers working my–
“Rubz?”
I nearly jumped out of the blankets. So focused on distinguishing my dreams from reality, I’d completely forgotten Ryker was beside me... the very same guy who’d just been fingering me in my fantasy.
Perfect.
Taking a measured breath, I rolled onto my side to face him, something I had done countless mornings before, only this time it was almost impossible to keep a straight face.
“Yeah?”
“What were you dreaming about?”
I quickly scrambled for a lie.
“It was a nightmare actually.”
Ryker’s lip quirked. “A nightmare?”
“Yep.”
“Was I in this–” He paused, mimicking air quotes, “–nightmare?”
“You were,” I reluctantly admitted.
“What was I doing?” His eyes darkened as they fixated on my mouth. “What were we doing?”
I chewed my lip, buying myself time to think of a convincing explanation.
God, was it hot in here? Despite the morning chill, I was burning up. Based on the heat dancing in Ryker’s eyes, so was he.
As he gently placed his hand on the small of my back to slide me closer, the déjà vu was paralysing.
“You’re turned on,” he said, his voice heavy with approval.
I didn’t bother denying it. God knows what I’d done in my sleep. If even one of my fantasy moans had carried over into real life, I was busted.
Beneath the blanket, Ryker’s hand came to rest on my inner thigh, instantly thrusting me back into my fantasy.
“I can help you with that,” he rasped.
This is happening, Ruby. You’re not dreaming anymore.
His fingers played with the hem of the hoodie of his that I was wearing. It had crept up during the night, and was now resting above my navel. If he was to peel back the covers, my damp underwear would be the ultimate give away.
“I can give you the finish you’re craving, Rubz,” he murmured. “Make you scream my name, but for real this time.”
Fuck. How embarrassing.
With a groan, I rolled onto my back, hiding behind my hands. Letting out an amused laugh, Ryker came with me, shifting until his body hovered above mine. His strong arms caged me in, his muscles taut and flexing.
My traitorous gaze mechanically drifted lower. Ryker only ever slept in boxers, and for the first time, I was really appreciating his choice in pyjamas – or lack thereof.
There was only so much I could see with the blankets resting over his lower back, but I had no complaints about the teaser. Sign me up for the full feature – and the sequels too. Hell, even the spin-offs.
Gently pulling my hands from my face, he grinned, deep enough for his dimple to appear. “You were having a sex dream about me – about us – admit it, Rubz.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Wheels. I’m a morning sex person and it’s been a while. That’s all.”
“Uh-huh.”
Judging by his expression, Ryker wasn’t even remotely convinced. While each excuse held some truth, I’d never woken up beside Ryker feeling turned on. He seemed very happy with the revelation.
He deliberately pressed his hips against mine. Turns out I wasn’t the only one having spicy dreams. There was an unmissable erection in his boxers, one that caused my body to flood with a desire I’d never known was possible.
I was going to need a cold shower, or better yet, an ice bath. There’s no way I could get through the day this wound up.
“Let me get you off, Rubz,” Ryker pleaded, his voice steady with confidence. “All you have to do is say yes.”
Alarm bells went off in my head, cautioning me of the line this would cross, but my body was quick to silence them all.
Snooze. Snooze. Snooze.
“For argument’s sake,” I began, trying my best to sound nonchalant. “How would you go about it?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you’d rather come on my hand, tongue, or cock.”
I swallowed. Holy shit. Was all three an option?
“Though we should probably start slow,” he went on. “So I’ll take my cock off the table.” He slowly ran his lips along my jaw, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “What will it be, Rubz? Hand or tongue?”
It’s a trick question. Don’t answer, Ruby.
“Um... I’ve never really loved the second option. So maybe the first?”
Ryker shifted back a little, studying me. Not with judgement, but curiosity. “Do you mind if I ask why?”
Noah would never have asked me a question like that so openly. He hadn’t even pressed when I replaced that part of our foreplay. He’d simply gone along with it until it eventually fell off the table altogether.
I was quickly learning that Ryker was comfortable talking about anything. Like this shift from just friends to friends who kiss... and now to friends who apparently help each other orgasm.
“It’s never really gotten me to the end,” I shyly admitted.
Beneath the covers, Ryker’s hands continued to travel over my body. Testing. Teasing. Waking me up. Every sensation in me was on hyper alert – even my toes were curling against the mattress – and he hadn’t even gotten me naked yet.
“Can I try?”
I helplessly shrugged. “I suppose.”
Ryker was incredibly competitive, and I had a feeling that trait was about to work in my favour. He ran his hand higher, deliberately applying pressure between my legs.
“I want you to tell me what does and doesn’t work for you, Ruby.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. You won’t hurt my feelings. I want to figure you out.”
He inched closer – three inches, two inches, one inch, then less – and then his mouth closed over mine.
As I whimpered with relief, Ryker took the chance to press his tongue against mine.
He was gentle yet controlling, and patient yet persistent.
I was obsessed with his kisses. Though it ended all too quickly when he began trailing his lips down my body.
First my neck, then my collarbone, before lifting the hoodie to kiss the bare skin around my navel.
My fingertips gripped the sheets with anticipation. Ryker had me worked up beyond reason – so much so that when he reached for my underwear, I ignored my fears about who was taking them off, and lifted my hips to help him.
Given Ryker was hidden by the blankets, I couldn’t see his reaction – but his sharp exhale against my skin told me enough. As he gently nudged my thighs apart, I swallowed nervously. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, but–
Thank God we were!
The moment his tongue made contact, an intense moan – one foreign to me – broke free, echoing in the silent room. My breath hitched as I startled, too many sensations hitting me all at once.
It felt odd to praise any God right now, but I had to give thanks to someone. Maybe it was the build up or anticipation, but this was already feeling out-of-this-world amazing.
Ryker groaned from beneath the covers. “I could do this all day.”
“I could let you do this all day.”
He chuckled before returning his mouth to the throbbing spot between my thighs. His tongue danced carefully, testing the waters.
When I began swaying against him, he matched my rhythm, reading each move I made. Normally I’d need to ease into it, but I was already so far gone I could barely see the starting line – aka the just friends line – anymore.
“How does this feel, Rubz?”
“Good.”
“But?” he prompted.
Of course he knew me well enough to sense there was one.
“Move your tongue a little higher.”
He took the guidance without protest or offence, shifting to the exact spot I’d been praying he’d find.
“There,” I sighed, my head sinking deeper into the pillow.
I was mercilessly grinding against his face now, desperate and needy. Ryker didn’t seem to mind. He was making sounds too, grunts and groans that made me feel as though he was enjoying this as much as I was.
With Noah, I’d always been aware of how long it took me to reach the finish line. With Ryker, that self-consciousness didn’t exist. I let myself get completely lost in the moment, savouring every sensation he was giving me.
Wanting to see him and needing fresh air, I threw the blankets off, exposing us both. I melted at the vision of him stretched out before me. I’d always noticed his athletic body, but for the first time, I found myself truly admiring it.
The muscles in his back strained as he held himself in place. His strong arms and large hands seemed especially masculine against my skin. And don’t even get me started on his solid legs, which were covered by the appropriate amount of body hair.
“How does it feel when I do this?” he checked, inserting a finger.
I arched my neck back so far I feared it might snap. His tongue and finger were a perfect combo – better than wine and cheese.
“Amazing.”
He continued exactly like that until I was uncontrollably writhing beneath him. I’d never considered myself to be particularly loud in bed, but I couldn’t stop the constant cries that escaped my lips.
“Ryker, I’m close.”
“Fuck yes, baby. Come on my tongue.”
Ryker calling me baby and telling me to come on his tongue should’ve felt wrong... but it didn’t. It felt overwhelmingly right, like we were made to do exactly this.
My orgasm swept through me in a shattering wave. Rather than a short burst, it dragged on, starting with a slow flood and eventually peaking just when I thought it would be nearing its finish.
Ryker grasped my ass when my hips shot off the bed, his fingers digging into my skin and anchoring me tighter against his mouth, greedily savouring me like his favourite dessert – warm brownies with cookies and cream ice cream, for the record.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
I’ll take ten thousand more.
Easing off when I squirmed from the intensity, Ryker removed his finger but continued to slowly lap his tongue back and forth, drawing out a final few shudders.
As he kissed his way back up my body, to say I was satisfied would be the biggest understatement of the year.
New life purpose? Let Ryker go down on me every morning.
He came to rest on the pillow beside me, his bare chest still heaving.
As I settled my leg over his, my limbs weak and trembling, his hard length pressed into my thigh, sending a jolt of nerves racing through me.
It was now my turn to satisfy the guy whose past hookups were a hell of a lot more experienced than me.
No pressure, Ruby.
I started easy by gently stroking my hand over his boxers, taking it as a promising sign when he groaned and closed his eyes. I liked that he made noise. Noah had always been so silent in bed, that I felt like I had to be too.
Slipping my hand beneath the waistband, my palm closed over Ryker’s throbbing erection. Though I couldn’t see it yet, he was undoubtedly bigger than Noah – big enough to send an anxious shiver down my spine.
As if he could read my mind, Ryker gently placed his warm hand on my cheek. “Rubz? Are you okay?”
“I – I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet.”
“That’s fine. We can stop now if you like.”
“No,” I hurriedly replied. “I don’t want to. Unless you want to?”
When I tightened my grip, he growled. “Not if you keep doing that.”
I gulped, shyness pressing in. “Does this feel good?”
“Anything you’d do to me would feel good, Ruby.”
There was something about the way he said it. It didn’t feel like a line. It truly felt as though he meant it. And that tugged on my heart more than I cared to admit.