Chapter 13
Elara
I go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I let my hair down before staring at my reflection in the mirror. That kiss was amazing. But it was just for show...right? He flirts with me constantly, but that's his personality. He's just naturally cocky. But it felt so right... and so damn real. This man has put a spell on me, I swear to god.
I try to calm myself and my lower extremities by giving myself a silent ' pull yourself together, bitch ' pep talk. My heart and head are at war right now and I don't know which to listen to. My heart obviously wants to act on this, but my mind is filled with blaring sirens and flashing lights, telling me to focus on the case and how I don't have time for relationships.
The silence that filled the room for the last hour wasn’t exactly reassuring, either. I splash water on my face and as I look back up into the mirror; I graze my fingers over my lips and revel in the memory of his lips against mine. I sigh.
Sorry, head, I'm listening to my heart for once. "Fuck it." I whisper.
As soon as I unlock and open the door, I'm met with Ryder standing there with his hand up, as if he was about to knock on the door. I muster up all the courage I have in the moment before I say anything. "Do you, um... want to join me?" He stares at me for a few seconds before he steps towards me, making me step backwards as he shuts the door behind him. He caresses my face with his left hand, moving his right down to the small of my back, and pulls me into him as he pushes his lips onto mine. This kiss is even better than the first. We aren't holding back this time. This is for us .
The kiss deepens, and I slightly part my lips, giving him access to my mouth. He accepts the invitation and our tongues meet, dancing. Both his hands are on my back now and I arch slightly, trying to get closer to him. Goosebumps are rising over my entire body. He breaks the kiss, making me want more as he brings his hand up to my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"Are you sure you want this?" he gazes at me with soft eyes, awaiting my response and I nod. He shakes his head at my silent response, moving the hand that was on my cheek to my neck, slightly squeezing. "No, I need to hear you say it. Are you sure you want this?" He repeats in a lower tone. I take a deep breath as I brush my hand down his arm, feeling the muscles under his shirt. "Yes, I do."
He smirks, "Good girl." I officially have two personalities, the FBI agent one, and the ‘this man has me melting’ one. He plants kisses along my jawline, going down my neck, trailing to my collarbone and shoulder before he turns me around to unzip my dress. I slip the straps off my shoulders and the dress falls to the floor, creating a puddle of crimson fabric, and I'm left in only my black lace panties…and the throwing knife that I forgot I strapped to my thigh.
He chuckles as soon as he sees it and I turn back around to face him. “Has that been under your dress this whole time?” He asks, carefully taking it out of the sleeve and removing the elastic from my leg. “I needed to bring something. I didn’t exactly have anywhere to hide a gun.” I remark. With that, he swiftly picks me up and sets me on the counter. “You’re just ready for anything, huh?” He asks and I bite my lower lip with a “mhm,” in response.
He jumps right back in, hungrily kissing my neck, making my heart race. I move to undo the buttons on his shirt, but I struggle because of the angle. He quickly grows impatient and just opts for tearing the shirt off, causing the remaining buttons to rip and scatter on the floor. I run my hand down his chest and abs, admiring his tattoos, studying every detail, wanting to memorize them. The tattoos on his arms are small in comparison to the ones across his chest and abdomen. They are all so intricate, with unobvious meanings to anyone other than him.
He uses one hand to knead my breast, flicking my nipple in the process as he moves his other hand down between my legs. I part my legs more as he rubs the fabric containing my heat. "You're soaked, baby. And I've barely touched you." I quietly moan at his comment as he slowly lowers himself to the floor, so he is eye level with where I need him most.
He runs his hands up the sides of my thighs and hooks his fingers in the side of my panties to pull them down. I lift my ass off the counter slightly to make it easier and once he gets them off, he throws them towards the door. He brings his face between my legs and I can feel his warm breath against my pussy. He licks up and down my slit a few times before he begins to fuck me with his tongue as he massages my clit with his thumb and I close my eyes while moaning, just drowning in pleasure. I lean against the mirror above the counter and put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair as he continues to devour me. I can feel the knot forming in my stomach and I clench my pussy as it begs for release. But just before I can come undone, he stops and looks up at me with a smirk, "The fuck was that for?" I whine, irritated. "I just wanted to see your reaction to me stopping." Asshole . I roll my eyes as he chuckles before lowering his head back down. He sucks on my clit and presses a finger inside me.
After pumping his index finger a few times, he adds his middle finger and begins to curl them, making me gasp. I feel the fire building in my stomach again and this time; he doesn't stop. I was already on the edge the first time, so it doesn’t take long for it to rise to the surface completely. I come undone on his tongue and fingers, moaning his name as he continues thrusting, riding out my orgasm. Once it's passed, he stands up, slamming his lips onto mine again. "You taste so sweet, baby." He brings his fingers up my face, rubbing my cum on my lips before I open my mouth and suck on his fingers. "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me. Such a good girl for me." He removes his fingers from my mouth and lifts me off the counter, placing me back on the hard tile.
“I was worried you didn’t feel the same. I was pushing down my feelings before, but after that kiss at the ball, I couldn’t keep them at bay anymore.” He whispers, making me smile.
“Join the club. I couldn’t read you to save my life. I’m glad we’re on the same page now, though.” He smiles at my response, slowly kissing me on the lips before smirking and running his hand over my bare ass and squeezing. "Turn around. "
I do as instructed and once I’m facing the mirror and leaning against the counter, a sharp smack meets my ass and I yelp. "I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you." My breath hitches as he looks at me in the mirror. I’m not sure what I was expecting him to be like in bed, but I know for damn sure that I’m enjoying it. He takes his wallet out of his pocket, looking for a condom, and I hear him mutter "Fuck." And I immediately know he doesn't have one.
"I'm on the pill and I'm clean if you are." He looks up at me once again. "Are you sure?" he asks, looking for reassurance. "Am I sure that I'm on the pill and clean? Yeah." I deadpan. He slaps my ass again for my smart remark. "You know what I mean, El. I'm clean too, but I want to make sure you're fine with it."
"Ryder, I'm fine with it, I promise." I say, smiling at him. "Alright." He undoes his belt and removes his pants and he's left in only his boxers. I can already see the tent that's formed. He removes his underwear and his dick springs upward, reaching just below his belly button. Walking tomorrow is looking less likely now. He begins pumping his hand on it, stepping closer to me. He rubs my wetness with the head of his cock up and down my slit before slowly pushing inside.
We both moan at the new feeling of pleasure as he inches deeper into my pussy. "You're always gorgeous, but fuck, you look so pretty with my cock inside you." He pants as he grabs my waist, going faster, thrusting in and out. I feel all of him as he fucks me relentlessly, stretching my walls. “Ryder,” I moan, “fuck, that feels amazing. Just like that.” He smacks my ass again before sliding his hand around the front and to rub my clit, using the same pressure he did before.
The pleasure is coiling in my lower stomach yet again and the smell of sex is filling the small bathroom while the sound of our skin smacking together mixes with our moans. I lower my head, but when I do, he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls, so I'm looking at him in the mirror. "Uh-uh, baby, I said I wanted you to watch. I know you're close, your pussy is clenching around my dick," he grunts, "so tight, El. Are you gonna come on my cock like a good girl?" I moan and pull against his hand as I attempt to nod. "I need to hear you say it, remember? Use your words, baby."
I mewl, "Yes. Fuck, I'm gonna come." He continues to rub my clit and thrust inside me. He takes his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it and then gently sticks his thumb in my ass. I cry out at the extra stimulation I'm getting and I completely unravel on him. My second orgasm rips through me in shockwaves. He isn't far behind me as he thrusts a few more times and releases himself inside me with a whimper.
We're both heavy breathing messes as we come down from our orgasms. I can feel his cum flowing down my thighs as he grabs a washcloth, wetting it with warm water, and cleans me up. He runs his finger down my spine as he kisses my shoulder and then goes to turn the shower on.
While we wait for it to warm up, he wraps his arms around me from behind, placing soft kisses on my cheeks and neck. "You okay? I wasn't too rough for you, was I?" I turn to face him and kiss him on the lips and smile, "I am more than okay and no, you were perfect." He smiles back at me as he checks the water. He reaches for my hand and I walk towards him, quickly realizing I'm a little wobbly already. We both laugh and he helps me into the shower.
We take our time and wash each other, sneaking in some kisses and ass grabs here and there and he kneads my breasts every so often. I run my fingers down his chiseled chest and stop at his waist.
I catch his russet irises as I reach down, taking his shaft in my hand. He drops his head back as he quickly hardens at my touch. I crouch down in front of him before he pulls his head back up to look at me, bringing his hand up to my jaw, holding the side of my face. "You don't have to do that tonight if you don't want to. I'm not complaining if you want to, trust me, but if you're tired or anything..." he trails off,
"I want to, trust me." I say before taking him into my mouth, earning a moan. I go as far as I can with my mouth without gagging and use my hand for the rest. He places his hand on the back of my head, guiding me but not pushing as he rasps, “Fuck, El. You take me so well in every damn way.” I move my eyes up, making contact with his as I moan against him, making his cock twitch inside my mouth.
It doesn't take long for his second orgasm to form and he releases in the back of my throat, groaning and following it with a whimper. God, I love hearing the noises he makes. Once he comes down from his high, he smiles at me and helps me up to my feet. We get out of the shower and dry off. He puts his boxers back on and I put my panties and a sports bra on. He walks around to the other side of the room and starts setting up his makeshift bed on the couch.
I'm wringing my hair with my towel as I walk towards the bed and chuckle, "You were just balls deep inside of me, I think it’s safe to say we can share the bed." He drops the sheet to the floor as if it's on fire and walks toward me. "Don't need to tell me twice." He says as I jump into his arms, his hands cupping my ass. I hold his face in my hands as our foreheads touch and our eyes meet. We stare fervently at each other before he throws me onto the bed, making me giggle, and climbs under the covers with me.
We lay there for what feels like hours as I trace his tattoos with my finger and he plays with my hair. "I can't remember the last time I did this with anyone." I whisper. "Sex?" He asks, tilting his head to look down at me. "Well, yeah, I haven’t done that in awhile but that's not what I'm talking about," I hesitate, knowing that I'm letting my guard down even more. Does that really matter at this point, though? I want him to know me. "I mean this, being held… cared for." I look up and see Ryder staring at me, but I can't figure out what he's thinking per usual . "As long as you let me, I'll always hold you and care for you, Elara Cassidy." I can tell that he is being truthful by the tone in his voice.
"Can we stay like this a little longer? Damn everything else." I ask, nuzzling back into his chest as he rubs my arm.
"We can stay like this forever, as far as I'm concerned."