Chapter Fourteen
“Here.” The one word slipped from my lips.
When I’d opened the door to Ryker standing there, I’d lost all thoughts. I had been worried that this was going too fast, unsure of what I wanted and thinking I could try to give this man more of me.
Then I saw him when he opened the door, and all I wanted was his lips on mine, his hands on me, him lying in my bed. Fuck moving too fast because I knew that I wanted this man, and when he first kissed me, I knew he wanted the same. We wanted the date, but fuck, we wanted this more.
And here I was telling him to fuck me against a wall.
“I’m more of a gentleman than that, Odette.” Ryker’s hands squeezed my ass as if a confirmation of what he was saying.
“I don’t need a gentleman, Ryker; save that for the date.” I ground my hips against him, feeling his length hard against me. “I need you.”
I wanted Ryker and nothing else. I hadn’t felt this kind of passion for so long, and this man had lifted me effortlessly.
I knew from the first kiss we shared that it would be inevitable.
That we would spark this kind of heat between us.
I just hadn’t expected it so soon, or that I would want it this soon.
Ryker’s lips slammed against mine again, both of us fighting to get one up on the other.
I bit at his lips; he slicked his tongue against mine.
I was so lost in the kiss that I hadn’t realized I was humping Ryker, and not only that, but he was grinding into me against the wall, clothes completely on.
I could feel the build-up from the pressure between us.
“Ryker,” his name came out of me breathily. “I think—”
I moaned as he pressed harder against me with slow, methodical movements.
Ryker’s lips moved from mine to my neck, and then up to my ear, biting on the lobe.
“You think what?” he whispered. The words were almost a secret between us in my house.
“I think I’m going to come.”
He bucked his hips against me again, and my head thudded against the wall as a loud moan escaped me.
“Fuck,” The word lingered between us. “Yes.”
His hips moved fast against me until my legs started to shake, and I gripped him tighter.
“Please,” I begged with my head still resting on the wall, mouth hanging open, feeling the edge of my orgasm coming fast.
“Come for me,” Ryker whispered, and his lips were on my neck, sucking the skin, and the wave crashed over me.
“Ryker!” I screamed into the void of the house. His movements didn’t stop as the orgasm rushed through my body. I was shaking in his arms, my hands roaming over his shoulders and his hair, taking handfuls again and bringing his lips to mine.
I kissed him roughly, a punishment for not giving me what I wanted yet, and that was his cock in me. He ground his hips into me, thrust after thrust, not relenting even though I’d come.
“Fuck me.” The words came out mid-kiss. I was done with the toying.
Ryker sat me down, my feet barely catching their grip on the floor before he was unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them to the floor.
There was no way I was getting out of these right now, and it seemed Ryker didn’t have a plan to let me out of them all the way.
He made sure one leg was out before he picked me back up and placed me against the wall.
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, taking out his cock.
He fumbled in his back pocket, pulling out a small packet, ripping it with his teeth.
Who knew putting on a condom would be so fucking hot?
I looked down between us as Ryker sheathed himself; not much space left as his head pushed at my entrance.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, because I don’t think I can unless you tell me to.”
Ryker crashed his lips to mine again, trailing down to my neck. He took skin between his teeth, biting hard.
“Ryker.” His name was a shout this time. “Put your cock in me and fuck me, damn it.”
He settled his cock all the way inside me in one motion.
That was the only slow part of him fucking me.
His movements became erratic as he pumped himself in and out of me, using one arm to hold me by my waist as he used my body to jack off his cock.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
A second orgasm was quickly building as he pumped in and out of me.
“Ryker, I’m going to come again.” I moaned. “Come with me.”
“Come on this cock.” His words hit me just as the orgasm rolled through my whole body. A visceral moan escaped from me this time as he pumped harder, and my nails raked against his back.
My words had encouraged him to follow my lead. Ryker grunted against me and held me against the wall, slowly pumping in and out as we both started to come down from the high that was this experience.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said into Ryker’s neck as I breathed him in. Our scents mingled in the air.
“I don’t know what to say.”
I pulled away and looked into Ryker’s eyes, then pressed a kiss to his lips.
“You don’t have to say anything.”
He kissed me back and then pulled us away from the wall and helped drop my legs back down to the floor.
“Where can I grab a towel?”
“In there,” I pointed to a side closet, and Ryker made quick work of grabbing a hand towel, finding the kitchen, and bringing me back a damp cloth. He didn’t wait for me to protest before he started to clean me up and then himself.
I tried to right my clothing back to the way they were before he came into the house, but it felt almost useless.
“Would you mind if we ordered pizza instead?” I asked quietly, not wanting to derail his plans, because while I wanted to go on this date, I wanted nothing more than to stay in this house with him, to keep him to myself.
I wanted to be selfish with our time. We could go on a date anytime; I knew that now because there was no slowing this down.
We were on a bullet train with no end.
Ryker buttoned up his pants and looked at me with a sly smile. He’d tried to put his hair up in a bun, but parts of it had started to come out, so I brushed a piece of it back and let my hand linger against his cheek.
“I would love that.” His smile was genuine, and he didn’t seem upset at the ask.
“And I was thinking we could watch a movie or show? Just have it be you and me for the night?” I asked both questions, unsure of his thoughts.
“Yes, please.” Ryker grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I wanted to take you out and show you off on a real date, but I think after that display, I would love for it to just be us. I can touch you when I want, and we can just get to know each other.”
A smile crept across my face, and I grabbed my phone.
“Anything in particular you’d like me to order?”
“I trust you,” Ryker said before making his way further into my house.
I put in my normal order of pepperoni pizza, extra sauce, and a side of cheesy bread. I followed as Ryker made his way to a wall of photos in the living room. The photos ranged from ones of just me, to some with friends, and then with family.
Fuck.
A realization hit.
I wanted this man on this wall. I wanted him there with the others who meant something to my life.
He felt good in my home.
I wanted him to feel good in my heart.
He turned to me, a smile on his face, and then looked back at a photo of me by myself in London from a few years ago, when I decided to go on a solo trip.
I sighed.
I already knew it, but it was more evident now.
This was going to end one of two ways. Either the happily ever after that I’d always dreamed of, or this was going to be the worst heartbreak I’ve ever had.
But that realization didn’t stop me from motioning to my couch, letting him make himself at home.
Fucking bullet train.