Chapter 55 Play Your Cards Right
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Play your cards right
Ruby
The moment we walked into Ryker’s house, Evan was connecting his phone to a Bluetooth speaker and keeping the party going.
“I need a beer,” Kyler said, heading for the kitchen. He halted, checking over his shoulder. “Ruby? Ryker? Drink?”
I glanced at Ryker for confirmation. If he wanted to, I wouldn’t say no. It was his second-to-last night here after all. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want – need – some time alone first. We could rejoin the party afterwards... once he delivered on those promises.
“Sure,” Ryker said. “But give us a few. We’re going upstairs to, ugh, get changed.”
With a discreet wink, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me towards the stairs. Thank God we were on the same page.
The instant his bedroom door clicked shut, Ryker had me pressed against it, hoisting my dress around my waist. Lifting my leg to rest over his hip, his bulging erection sent another surge of desire flooding through my body.
As he kissed me, I found myself melting into it – into him – and I didn’t have the strength to break away. I couldn’t picture anything ever matching this feeling. It was almost perfect – something I’d assumed wasn’t real.
Ryker wedged a strong thigh between my legs, and still dressed in my heels, I was at the perfect height to grind against it. For the first time all night, the pain from my shoes faded into the background as Ryker consumed me.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled. “Rub against me. Use my body to get yourself off.”
My weight sagged against the door as I did exactly that.
With nothing on beneath my dress, I was likely making a wet mess of Ryker’s slacks, but he didn’t seem to mind.
At some point the suit jacket of his that I’d been wearing had fallen to the ground. With it no longer in the way, he tugged on the already low neckline of my dress, freeing my breasts and roughly palming them in his large hands.
His fingertips purposely tended to my nipples, squeezing expertly in a combination of pleasure and sweet pain.
I couldn’t imagine sex with Ryker ever becoming mundane. Each time we fooled around, he found a new way to worship my body.
I loosened his bow tie, letting it drop to the floor, then hurriedly unbuttoned his dress shirt – tearing a few buttons in the process – before pushing it open to reveal his hard chest and sculpted torso.
My clit was throbbing as I writhed against him. What was it about Ryker that had me dry humping him fully clothed? It’s like I was that desperate to get off that I couldn’t even wait for foreplay to actually begin.
Breathy pants fell from my lips as Ryker continued his onslaught on my nipples. I arched into his palms, conveying how much I was enjoying it. I liked the tinge of pain. The jolts it sent through my core were unexpectedly addictive.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Ryker nudged my legs further apart. Even though I was spread open and bare, there wasn’t one part of me that felt self-conscious, or even vulnerable. Getting off using Ryker’s thigh while he watched? Totally normal.
At the first signs of the wave building within me, Ryker trapped my hands above my head, encasing my wrists in his large palms.
The intensity of my second orgasm was overwhelming. I screamed into the quiet room, comforted by the knowledge that the loud music downstairs would mask it.
The way Ryker watched me, his gaze hazy and evil, caused goose bumps to break out across my exposed torso. I loved that he genuinely enjoyed getting me off. It wasn’t an obligation – he got his own thrills from it.
Releasing each of my wrists, he slowly eased his leg away, returning me to solid ground. Though between my heels and shaky limbs, I didn’t trust myself not to collapse.
I guess the safest thing to do was kneel.
Dropping to my knees, I reached for his belt, unfastening it and his slacks before tugging them down with his boxers. He swallowed deeply, his throat wobbling as he held his breath.
Without teasing, I slid my mouth straight over his jutting erection, taking him as deep as I could handle. Deeper than I’d ever taken him before. After those two orgasms, it wasn’t fair making him hold out any longer.
I let out a moan as I circled my tongue around his head, tasting the precum leaking from his cock.
“Rubz,” he rumbled, his voice strained. “That feels amazing.”
Just like my hips had needily rocked to meet Ryker’s hand in the shuttle then his thigh against his door, his moved to meet my mouth. He pulled away one inch, then two, only to sink all the way back in, hitting my throat and wrenching a strangled sound from me.
My mouth was just as greedy. It tightened around his dick, my tongue rushing out to taste every part of him. Knowing I was the reason behind Ryker losing control was addictive – a high beyond compare.
His hands tangled through my hair, mussing the up style that had taken over an hour. The firmness in which he bundled the strands was good. Though deep down, in a place unfamiliar to me, a voice urged him to pull harder.
As though he was able to hear my inner thoughts, he tugged with an intensity that caused my head to snap back. With a satisfied hum, he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, his thumb dragging across my throat to chase my pulse.
We were barely two feet inside his bedroom, and already he’d gotten me off and I was partway through giving a blow job. I could easily figure out a different activity for the remaining five feet to his bed if he was game.
Who was I kidding? Of course he would be.
With one final stroke, I slipped his cock from my mouth and got back to my feet.
“Sit down,” I ordered, gesturing to his desk chair. “I want to make you feel good.”
With an eager grin, Ryker slowly sank into position. “You always do, Rubz.”
He looked so fucking hot it was making me dizzy. His white shirt was still hanging open, his pants were bunched around his ankles, and his cock was straining to go.
As I prowled closer to him, I reached down to bunch my dress around my stomach. Ryker’s hungry gaze fell to my exposed skin. There was already a wetness between my inner thighs, which was only about to become much stickier. Lucky this dress hire included dry cleaning.
I placed one leg on either side of his before lowering slowly. I owed Bri for last night’s shoe shopping. There’s no way I’d be able to pull off this position without these heels.
Ryker and I both exhaled happily when his cock pushed into me, and again once I was fully seated on him. We were a chaotic mess. Both partly undressed but not having actually taken off any clothes, with messy hair and swollen lips – and we hadn’t even had sex yet.
“Fuck, Ruby. Why does your pussy always feel so fucking good?”
With a chuckle, I lifted my hips before sinking as deep as I could handle. The growl that came from Ryker matched the breathy moan that escaped me.
What started as slow and purposeful movements quickly became frenzied as we – for lack of a better word – fucked. It was primal and intense, and when Ryker lightly yanked on my hair once more, I gave in to the unexpected desire.
“I like when you get a little rough.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I chewed my lip as I held his gaze. “Maybe a little harder.”
He obliged, tightening his grip so I was forced to throw my head back.
Ryker’s free hand slid around my upper back, pulling us close as his face nuzzled into the warmth of my neck, forcing my breasts to flatten against his exposed chest. In this position, each time I shifted, my clit grazed his hipbone.
“You dirty girl. I bet you’d like your ass spanked.”
The idea of that was enough to cause my pussy to spasm. Ryker must have felt the squeeze around his cock, because a mischievous smirk crossed his face.
“Play your cards right and I’ll bend you over and smack your pretty ass later.”
I moaned. “Play your cards right and I’ll let you.”
For what felt like an eternity, Ryker and I remained fused against one another, our sweaty skin merging. As eager as I was for another release, I was holding off because I never wanted this to end.
“Fuck,” he grit. “I’m close. Be a good girl and come again with me.”
Three orgasms within an hour should’ve seemed far-fetched, but not with Ryker Richardson.
I stilled my hips so that his thrusts hit deeper and deeper, and a moment later, I was falling back in ecstasy.
Ryker supported my weight as I rode out my orgasm, slowly rotating above him to make the wave last as long as I could. Before it ebbed, Ryker’s own climax rocked through him, spilling into me and coating the insides of my thighs.
I knew I wasn’t in the best position to compare, since Ryker was only the second guy I’d ever been intimate with, but I knew sex with other people would never feel as good as this – I doubted anything would ever feel as good as this.