Chapter 21 #2
"Open," he commanded. "Taste yourself on me.
Taste what you've been denying me all this time.
" I parted my lips, too exhausted to resist, and he pushed his fingers into my mouth.
The taste of my own arousal was tangy, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.
Ryder groaned as I instinctively sucked his fingers clean.
"Fuck," he cursed, his voice strained. "I can't wait until it's my cock in that pretty mouth again. But that's for another night."
He pulled his fingers away, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his own clothes.
The bed shifted again as he repositioned himself, and then came the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.
My heart rate, which had just begun to slow, kicked back into overdrive.
This was it. The point of no return. Once I let Ryder inside me, there would be no going back.
No pretending that I was still fighting, still resisting.
I would be giving him exactly what he wanted, what all of them wanted.
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent even through the latex.
Ryder leant over me, his breath fanning across my face.
"This is it, Poison," he said, his voice low and serious. "There's no going back from this. If I fuck you now, you're mine. Truly mine. Is that what you want? Do I have your permission?" I nodded quickly, desperate to get it over with, to get what I came for.
"Say it," he insisted. "Tell me you accept me. Tell me you surrender. Tell me I have permission to fuck you." I swallowed hard, the words feeling like broken glass in my throat.
"I accept you," I whispered. "I surrender. You have permission to fuck me."
"Last chance," he warned, his cock still poised at my entrance. "After this, there's no way I'll be able to hold back. After this, you belong to me. Are you sure?"
"Yes," I said, the word barely audible. "I'm sure." Ryder was silent for a moment, and I could feel the tension radiating from him, the restraint it took for him to hold back.
"Open your eyes," he finally said. "I want to see you when I claim you." I opened my eyes, blinking against the sudden light. Ryder's face hovered above mine, his blue eyes dark with desire, his expression a mixture of triumph and something that looked almost like tenderness.
Before I could process it, he thrust forward, burying himself inside me in one powerful stroke.
“Oh god,” I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my body still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. He was bigger than I'd expected, stretching me to the point of discomfort.
"Fuck," Ryder groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"You feel perfect around my cock. Just like I knew you would.
" He held himself still, fully seated inside me, like he was committing the feeling to memory.
My inner walls pulsed around him, adjusting to his size, to the fullness.
I clutched at his shoulders, not sure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I forced my eyes to meet his.
"I need to see you when I make you mine.
" Slowly, he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in.
The drag of his cock against my sensitive walls drew a gasp from me, the pleasure-pain of it making my toes curl.
Ryder's pace was measured at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. But it didn't last.
As my body yielded to him, as my hips began to rise to meet his thrusts, something in Ryder seemed to snap. His control shattered, and he began to fuck me in earnest, his hips slamming against mine with a force that would have hurt if I hadn't been so aroused.
"Mine," he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
"You're finally mine, Poison." The room filled with the sounds of our fucking, skin slapping against skin, my moans, his grunts, the wet noises of his cock driving into me again and again.
It was primal, animalistic, nothing like the careful seduction I'd expected.
Ryder's mouth found mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading just as his cock was, claiming every part of me.
When he broke away, gasping for breath, his lips travelled down to my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples until I was arching into him, crying out his name.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with exertion. "Let me hear you. Let everyone hear who's making you feel this good." His hand slid between our bodies, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward another climax.
"Come for me," Ryder demanded, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"I want to feel you come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.
" His words, combined with the relentless pressure on my clit and the fullness of his cock inside me, pushed me over the edge.
I came with a scream, his name tearing from my throat as my body convulsed around him.
My nails dug into his shoulders, probably drawing blood, but I was beyond caring.
"Fuck, yes," Ryder hissed, his pace increasing to a punishing rhythm.
"That's my good girl. My perfect, beautiful girl.
You're squeezing my cock so tight, milking me.
You were made for me, Poison. Made to take my cock.
Made to be mine." His words, filthy and possessive, pushed me higher, extending my orgasm until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
Ryder's thrusts became more desperate, more frantic, and I knew he was close.
"You belong to me now," he groaned, his face contorted with pleasure and something that looked almost like pain.
"My girl. My Poison. Mine to protect. Mine to love.
I love you, Cade. I fucking love you." The declaration, so unexpected in the midst of our raw, carnal fucking, sent me spiralling into yet another climax.
My body clenched around him, drawing a roar from Ryder as he followed me over the edge.
He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his entire body shuddering with the force of his release.
For several moments, we remained frozen like that, locked together, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath.
Ryder's weight pressed me into the mattress, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own.
"I don't want to leave you," Ryder murmured eventually, still inside me.
"You feel like home." The tenderness in his voice was jarring after the roughness of our fucking.
I didn't know how to respond, so I said nothing, my hands still resting on his back, feeling the raised lines of scratches beneath my fingertips.
Eventually, reluctantly, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty. He disappeared briefly to dispose of the condom, and I took the opportunity to pull the sheet up over my naked body, suddenly self-conscious now that the heat of the moment had passed.
When Ryder returned, he climbed back onto the bed and under the covers, pulling me against him, spooning me from behind. His arms wrapped around me, one hand resting possessively on my stomach.
"I'm never letting you go now," he whispered into my hair.
"You're safe with me, Poison. I won't let anyone hurt you.
" There was something in his voice, a fierce protectiveness that went beyond mere possession.
It made me wonder again about the danger Logan had alluded to, the "worse fate" that Ryder had mentioned.
As exhaustion began to pull me under, I found myself relaxing into Ryder's embrace, my body fitting against his like we'd done this a thousand times before.
It was terrifying how right it felt, how safe I felt in the arms of one of the men who held me in this impossible position.
What had I done? What had I given away in exchange for information I might never even get?
And why, despite everything, did part of me not regret it at all?