Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Ryder
I kiss her harder, deeper, desperate to close the distance between us. I’m drowning in her jasmine scent, the taste of whiskey lingering on her tongue, and I don’t ever want to come up for air.
I let her strip the shirt off my shoulders, the fabric catching briefly on my elbows before she tosses it somewhere behind us. Her hands skate over my chest, palms flat against my feverish skin, fingers tracing the ridges between my ribs.
“This okay?” she murmurs as she pulls back to meet my eyes, her pupils blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of amber. “You feeling okay?”
I nod so enthusiastically my neck cracks. “Never better.”
Her nails, painted that chipped midnight blue I’ve been staring at all night, scrape lightly along the trail of hair below my navel as she frees me from my jeans.
When her hand wraps around my cock, the contrast of her cool palm against my burning flesh makes me hiss through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, Sunny…”
She leans in, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip before her tongue darts out, pink, wet, glistening, and licks the head with powerful slowness, savoring me.
I jerk in her grip, hips twitching involuntarily, and her smirk is wicked, dimpling her right cheek. I thread my fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands catch between my knuckles, not pushing, just holding.
Just watching her glossy lips part and take me in slow, so goddamn slow, the veins in my neck strain as I nearly lose it right there.
Warm, wet suction. The expert swirl of her tongue traces the underside. The soft vibrating hum she makes deep in her throat as she sinks farther, her lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks as she tests her limit.
My head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. “Your mouth is perfect. You know that? So hot and wet.”
She moans around me, the vibration rippling through my cock and down my spine like an electric current, making my toes curl against the hardwood floor.
She starts to move, up and down, slick, her hand twisting at the base in a corkscrew motion that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
Spit slicks my cock until I’m shining in the half-light, veins pulsing visibly beneath taut skin. Her other hand presses against my trembling thigh to brace herself, blue nails digging five perfect crescents into my flesh, just enough to make me groan through clenched teeth.
And then my control snaps, sending sparks through every nerve ending.
I haul her up by her shoulders, her lips making an obscene popping sound as they release me. I lie her on the mahogany desk, papers scattering to the floor, and crawl over her.
I’m a man possessed, injuries forgotten in the haze of lust clouding my vision.
Her legs part automatically, knees falling open to cradle my hips. I yank the worn cotton tee shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing flushed skin.
I drag my teeth along the delicate ridge of her collarbone, tasting salt and sweetness as my hands roam, greedy and unrelenting, over the soft swell of her breasts.
Her nipples pebble beneath my tongue as I suck one dusky peak into my mouth, rolling it between my lips while my fingers tease down the elastic waistband of her leggings, brushing against the soft skin of her lower belly.
She arches up, spine bowing off the desk, panting.
“Ryder, please…” Her voice breaks on my name, breathless and needy.
“Patience,” I growl against the hollow of her throat, sliding a hand between her legs to feel just how soaked she is through her panties, the thin cotton drenched and clinging. “This pussy’s already begging for me. So fucking wet I can feel it through the fabric.”
She whimpers as I stroke her through the cotton, slow and dirty circles around her swollen clit. The fabric clings to her folds, sticky and hot against my fingertips, and it’s all I can do not to tear them off with my teeth.
But not yet.
I lean in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, breath hot against her skin. “You get me that worked up with your mouth and think I’m gonna let you off easy? Not a chance, baby.”
Her eyes flutter shut, thick lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks, lips parted and glistening.
“I want you to ruin me,” she whispers, raw with need.
Fuck.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, my callused fingers encircling both easily. My other hand slides her lace-trimmed panties to the side, the elastic leaving a faint red mark against her creamy skin.
“You sure?”
She nods once, desperate. Her eyes look almost black in the half-light.
“Please.” The word falls from her swollen lips.
I sink two fingers inside her in one smooth thrust, curling them against that velvet soft spot deep within.
Her back arches off the polished mahogany, spine a perfect bow. She gasps my name, the syllables broken and breathless, grinding down against my palm, greedy for more friction.
“You’re gonna come on my hand first,” I murmur against the hammering pulse in her throat, my thumb circling her clit, slick and swollen as a ripe berry. “I need to feel you.”
A half-laugh, half-sob escapes her, the sound vibrating against my lips where they press against her collarbone.
Her body clamps around my fingers, tight and pulsing, slick and hot as melted honey. She’s close. I can feel it in the fluttering of her inner walls, the tremor in her thighs.
I press harder. Faster. The wet sounds of my fingers working her fill the room.
She comes with a strangled cry, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around my hand as if she’s never been touched before, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I don’t stop. Not until she’s gasping, wrung out and wrecked, a fine sheen of sweat making her skin glow, pearlescent in the dim light.
And then I kiss her, hungry, deep and filthy, tasting myself on her tongue, before flipping her onto her stomach. I drag her hips back until her feet barely touch the floor, lining myself up behind her.
“You ready?” I rasp, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance, already slippery with her arousal.
She nods, breathless, hair a wild tangle across her flushed face. “Ryder, yes, please…”
And then I push inside her, inch by thick inch, stretching her around me, until I’m buried to the hilt in liquid heat. All I can think is: Mine.
She’s panting beneath me, fingers clawing at the desk’s edge as if she needs something to hold on to before she falls apart again, knuckles white with tension.
But I’m not giving her anything to hold on to.
Not yet.
Because this? This is mine. Her body. Her sounds. The way she trembles every time I draw back just enough to make her whimper, the sound high and needy in the back of her throat.
Her pussy is soaked, hot, tight as a vise, fluttering around me, still riding the aftershocks from coming on my hand. I drag my cock almost all the way out, watching the glistening length emerge before I slam back in with enough force to make her cry out, the desk creaking beneath us.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, tilting her just right, and start pounding into her with ruthless precision. Each stroke hits deep, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls.
Relentless. Her wet heat grips me tighter every time I growl her name through clenched teeth.
Her breath’s coming in sobs now. “Oh, yes… more…”
Her walls flutter around me, letting me know she’s close again, so close it’s making me dizzy.
She chokes out a cry, body arching. “Ryder, please…”
“That’s it, baby. Let go.” My voice is a snarl now. “Come for me. Right now.”
Her body jerks, trembling as her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around me, soaking and shaking, every muscle in her body going taut before collapsing in helpless waves.
She sobs my name, cracked open with raw pleasure, and fuck, the way she breaks apart for me… it undoes me.
I lose my fucking mind.
I pull out of her soaking pussy with a wet pop and flip her again, dragging her to her knees between my spread legs. Her mouth opens before I say a word.
“Princess Sunny,” I murmur, gripping the back of her head as she wraps her lips around me again. “That’s it. Take me deeper.”
She does without flinching. Her throat flexes, swallowing around the head of my cock as I guide her, slow at first, then faster.
She moans around me, saliva dripping down her chin as I fuck her mouth, hips starting to move now, shallow thrusts, just enough to feel the back of her throat close around me.
I’m so close it’s torture.
When I explode, I do so with a guttural groan, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I empty into her mouth. Hot. Endless. Mine.
She takes it—every drop.
Eyes locked on mine the whole time because she needs it. She lives for it.
When I’m spent, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips sweetly.
I never want to let her go. Is that crazy?
I’ve never felt this way. But I want to keep hold of her, to tug her close to me, and to remain this warm forever.