Chapter Thirty-Five
Awe was the only way to describe what I was feeling, watching Ryker not just expose himself to the world, but claim me as his.
I wasn’t expecting at all to be a part of his stream, but when he asked, I didn’t want to say no.
I wanted him to tell everyone, because deep down I wanted to tell everyone, too.
If Ryker was going to be out in the open, so was I.
While he finished up after his stream, I took a selfie with him working in the background and posted it to social media. I made sure to tag him before I put my phone away.
He’d get the notification; I knew that. What I didn’t think he’d do is see the notification and stop working immediately. His head whipped around as he held up his phone.
“What?” I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “You got to stake your claim; it’s only fair.”
I gave a little smile to him and then bit my lip.
“Is that right?” Ryker pressed a few buttons on his computer. He got up seconds later and stalked over to the chair I was still sitting in that I’d moved away from his desk. He placed his hands on either side of the arms, caging me in.
“Yeah,” I said. My breath caught with anticipation.
My phone was vibrating next to me, my own notifications going off.
“I think I know a better way to stake my claim.” Ryker’s voice was deep, his face inching closer toward mine.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he whispered before his lips touched mine. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me out of the chair. He placed his hands under my thighs and lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him as he shifted us out of the office and through the house.
Our lips moved frantically together, tongues fighting against each other. My hands were in his hair, tugging on the roots before I bit at his lip. He hissed and tossed me onto his bed. I hadn’t realized he’d walked us across the house to his bedroom until now.
I stared up at Ryker, who was looming over me. He pushed down his pants and boxers and pulled off his shirt in one pull. I was speechless watching him move to my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down my legs, panties with them.
I made quick work of the shirt I was wearing, tugging it off and tossing it on the floor.
“Let me.” Ryker placed his knee on the bed, motioning to my hands that were going to my bra clasp.
I sat up on my elbows as his hand went behind me, snapping the hooks apart.
My bra became loose, the straps becoming slack.
His hand moved to them, slowly pulling down.
I slipped one arm out and then the other.
My bra was resting on my chest, no longer secure. Ryker pulled the cups away, revealing me to him. His head leaned down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue lightly covered the tip before taking it between his teeth.
The soft bite sent a shiver through my body. His hands moved up and down my sides, grabbing one leg and wrapping it around him. I was exposed, open to him. He leaned between my thighs; his cock pressed against my entrance.
“You’re already so wet, my love.”
Watching him expose who he was to his viewers, claiming me in the process, had done something to me inside. My whole body was on fire for this man who wanted me. Who wanted us and would do anything to have it.
He slipped his cock up and down. I rubbed myself along his length.
“Only for you.” My words were breathy as they escaped me.
“It better fucking be.” The tip of his cock slipped in. I opened my eyes to meet him, and Ryker moved a hand between us. His thumb pressed into my clit, slowly rubbing.
My head tossed back onto the bed as he quickened the pace and pressure.
“Just like that,” I whispered, my head tilting to one side, then the other. I was grabbing sheets when Ryker started to move himself in and out of me. He wasn’t fully fucking me yet, but gave me a slow, agonizing start. I needed more. “Faster. Harder.”
I wasn’t getting coherent sentences out.
“Patience.”
Ryker filled me whole, our bodies trapping his hand between us.
I reached both of my hands up, pressing into his chest, and started to move below him.
My hips swirled as much as they could against him, causing more friction between us.
My nails raked down his chest, leaving red streaks as they met his hand.
He pulled away only slightly as I pulled his hand up. I met his eyes again as I took his fingers, which were covered in my cum, and placed them in my mouth. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened as he watched me lick them clean, before placing his hand back to where it was.
“Holy fucking shit.” Ryker quickly moved both of his hands to my hips, pulled out, and then slammed back into me. “This pussy is mine.”
“Ryker,” I moaned his name as he continued the rhythm of pulling out all the way, then filling me completely. His fingers were tight on my hips, nails digging in. An actual stake of claim. One just for us.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Ryker filled me one more time before moaning his release. He rolled to my side with heavy breaths. “Give me a moment, my love.”
I rolled over, tracing a finger up his stomach to his chest and then his beard. I peered down at his cock, still at full mast even after his release. I sat up and moved to straddle Ryker. Both of my thighs around him, my core placed on top of his cock.
His hands went to my hips, rubbing where he’d left his imprints.
“So stunning,” he said as he looked up at me with hooded eyes.
My breasts hung low, and my stomach dropped, but he softly moved his hands over me in appreciation. It made me feel sexy and powerful. He was mine. He’d gotten his fill of me, and it was my turn now.
I rolled my hips up and down over his cock, but not letting it slip in. I was using my cum to coat his cock as I used it to rub against me, hitting my clit in just the right spot.
“Are you rubbing your pussy on my cock to get off?” He asked, and I looked down at him. His mouth was agape again, his hands back to my hips, helping me in the process of rubbing my orgasm out.
“Yes,” I said as I threw my head back. Sensations are starting to build in me. I was so close.
“That is fucking hot.” Ryker’s words came out raspy as I quickened my pace. The buildup was almost too much to bear, and I rubbed a few more times before I came on his cock.
“Ryker,” His name was a mix between a scream and a moan as I released. I tried to collapse on him, but he kept moving my hips, rubbing myself against him until I heard him moan again, and hot cum spurted out between us.
It was sticky but so fucking hot.
I looked down between us, then back up to Ryker—a sheepish grin on his face.
“I couldn’t help it, my love, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
I bit my lower lip and leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Claim me like that in front of the world again and see what we do next.” I winked at him before trying to get out of the bed.
I had no idea what that would be, but there was something about what transpired this evening that had me wanton with desire for this man’s body and what it could do for mine.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Ryker pulled me back to bed, placing kisses up and down my spine. “I’m not done with you yet.”
And he wasn’t.
And I hoped he’d never be done with me.