17. Ryder
17
RYDER
I yank my belt free, the leather snapping through the loops in one harsh pull. The sound alone makes her shiver. I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just enough to give myself the space I need, my cock springing free. It is throbbing, thick, and hard, the tip leaking as I grip it and drag it against her slit.
Rowan sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes drop, and for the first time, she sees just what she’s been asking for.
Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. I feel my cock pulse just from that.
“You—” She swallows hard, dragging her gaze back up to mine. “You’re huge.”
I smirk, fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking once, slow, letting her see exactly what she’s about to take.
She licks her lips again. Then, without me saying a damn word, she slides off the table and onto her knees.
She kneels so prettily. Her thighs are pressed together, the soft curves of her bare tits rising and falling with each uneven breath. Her hands reach for me, but I grip her wrist, stopping her.
Her eyes snap to mine, aroused as hell.
I don’t speak—I don’t have to. Instead, I drag my thumb over her lips, feeling how soft they are, how swollen.
She parts them for me, exhaling slowly. “Ryder…”
I tap my cock against her bottom lip.
She gets it.
Her mouth opens, tongue flicking out, tasting me.
“Good girl,” I murmur, just barely audible.
She moans softly and wraps her lips around the tip, her warm tongue teasing the sensitive ridge. I let my head fall back for a second, my fingers tightening in her hair as she starts to suck, taking me inch by inch, her small hands gripping my thighs for balance.
I watch her, eyes hooded, possessive as hell.
She struggles at first, her jaw stretching, but she doesn’t stop. She wants this. Wants me. She presses forward, taking more, letting my cock slide deeper past her lips into the heat of her throat.
“Fuck,” I grunt, voice wrecked.
She whimpers, the vibrations making my cock jerk.
Then she pulls back slightly, her hand wrapping around the base, her eyes flicking up to mine. There’s a wicked glint in them now, like she just had an idea.
“What did you do with them?” she asks, voice rough, lips slick with spit.
I blink, breathing hard, my fingers still fisted in her hair. “What?”
Her grip tightens at my base, and she licks me—slow, teasing. “My panties,” she says, her voice pure fucking sin. “The ones you stole.”
I exhale sharply through my nose.
She smiles, all heat and mischief. “Did you touch yourself with them?” Her tongue flicks against my slit, teasing me before she presses a soft, wet kiss to the tip. “Did you wrap them around your cock and jerk off thinking about me?”
Shit.
She’s playing with fire.
I don’t answer. Instead, I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her back onto me and making her take more. Her gasp is muffled as I push deeper, past her tongue, into the tight heat of her throat. She chokes slightly, but she doesn’t pull away.
Her nails dig into my thighs as I start to fuck her mouth—slow at first, then deeper, rougher. Her throat tightens around me, struggling, adjusting, surrendering. The sounds she makes—the slick, messy, gasping moans—fuck, it’s too much.
I hold her there, letting her feel the weight of me, the stretch of her lips around my cock. Her throat flutters, struggling to take all of me, tears pricking her eyes, but she’s so goddamn determined.
I feel it when she relaxes, lets go of control, lets me take what I want.
“That’s it,” I mutter, voice hoarse, barely a whisper. “Just like that.”
Her moan vibrates around me, sending a pulse of pleasure straight down my spine.
I snap. My grip tightens, my hips thrust forward, fucking deep into her throat.
She gags. Tears slip down her cheeks. But she doesn’t stop me. Her hands are still gripping my thighs, nails biting into my skin as she takes it. Takes everything I give her.
My stomach tightens, my cock pulsing, my entire body locking up as the orgasm slams into me like a goddamn wrecking ball. I groan, low and wrecked, as I spill into her throat.
She whimpers, swallowing me down, sucking gently as I shudder, barely holding myself upright.
I don’t let go of her hair, even when I finally pull back. She gasps for air, her lips slick, swollen, and completely wrecked.
I drag my thumb along her bottom lip, watching the way she pants, needy, ruined.
Then, finally, I give her an answer.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I did.”
Her eyes go dark, her thighs pressing together. She fucking loves it.
Rowan is still on her knees, her lips swollen, slick with spit and cum, her breath ragged. She looks wrecked, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling fast.
I can’t stop staring at her.
Her tongue flicks out, swiping the corner of her lips. “Are you gonna fuck me now?”
Without a word, I reach down, gripping her wrist tight enough to make her gasp, hauling her off the floor with absolutely no effort. Her body collides with mine, her bare tits pressing against my chest, and before she can catch her breath, I spin her around and shove her back onto the supply table, spreading her legs wide, stepping between them like I own her.
I grab my cock and drag the head along her soaking slit, coating myself in the obscene amount of cum that’s already dripping from her. She shudders at the sensation, her fingers digging into the edge of the table, her breath catching as I press the tip just inside her.
When she realizes that I’m still holding back, that I’m still making her wait, she lets out a frustrated whimper and lifts her hips, trying to take me inside her herself.
My hands grip her hips, pinning her down, making sure she understands that I am the one in control here, not her. My fingers tighten, my nails digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as I lean forward and mutter, “You’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you?”
She shudders at my words, her head tilting back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. “Yes,” she breathes, voice barely more than a whimper, but it’s enough. “I need it, Ryder. I need you. Please?—”
I don’t let her finish.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I mutter, my voice low, wrecked, almost dangerous. “You really think you can handle me?”
She lifts her chin, fire in her eyes. “I know I can.”
I smirk. “We’ll see.”
And then I drive into her.
All of me.
One deep, brutal thrust.
Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, her body arching as I stretch her wide, forcing her to take all of my cock. She’s so tight, so fucking hot, her walls gripping me like she’s never had anything like this before.
I don’t give her time to adjust.
I pull back, then slam into her again.
Her cry is pure fucking music.
Her fingers claw at my arms, nails digging in as I set a punishing rhythm.
Fast. Hard. Unrelenting.
Each thrust drives her against the table, making her body jolt and her eyes roll back. She can’t even breathe properly. Can barely hold herself together.
And I’m just getting started.
I reach up and grab her tits, squeezing them roughly, watching them bounce with every thrust. Then I raise my hand and slap one nipple.
She gasps, back arching, her walls clenching down so fucking tight it nearly makes me explode right then and there.
I do it again. Another sharp slap to the other nipple, watching the way her body jerks, her lips parting in a strangled cry.
“You like that?” I growl, rolling her punished nipple between my fingers, rubbing the sting in.
She whimpers, nodding frantically.
“Say it.” I slap her nipple again, harder this time.
“Fuck—yes,” she gasps. “I love it—I fucking love it.”
I grin, fucking her harder, deeper, wrecking her completely.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, gripping tight, her body shaking apart beneath me. I grab her throat, my fingers tightening just enough to make her feel it. Just enough to make her even wetter.
Her moans grow higher, desperate, her thighs trembling, her pussy tightening around me like a fucking clamp.
“You gonna come?” I murmur, dragging my thumb over her clit, rubbing rough, fast circles.
“Y-yes,” she chokes out, voice wrecked.
I slap her nipple one last time.
And she shatters.
Her body seizes up, her pussy clamping down around me, milking my cock so fucking tight I can barely breathe. She screams my name, legs shaking violently, her orgasm crashing through her.
I fuck her through it, every thrust pushing her deeper into pleasure, dragging it out until she’s a twitching, gasping, moaning mess.
And then I lose control.
With a deep, guttural growl, I thrust one last time, burying myself so fucking deep as I explode inside her, my cock pulsing, filling her completely.
The pleasure is blinding.
White-hot. Mind-numbing.
I grip her hips tight enough to bruise, my entire body locking up as I come so hard it steals my fucking breath.
When I finally release her, her chest rises and falls in shaky, uneven breaths.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us wrecked.
Her hand slides to my jaw, fingers trembling.
“Okay,” she pants, a fucked-out smile curling her lips. “Maybe you were right.”
I raise an eyebrow, still struggling to catch my breath.
She laughs softly, voice completely ruined.
“I can handle you,” she whispers, her eyes dark and body still twitching from aftershocks. “But fuck, Ryder…you handle me right back.”
I smirk.
And I kiss her.