Chapter 16
RYDER
Her back hit the door as I shoved the key in the lock, fumbling to get the damn thing open without removing my tongue from her mouth.
Fuck, she was so sexy, and I didn’t think for a single second when I walked in there tonight that I’d be going home with her, but then one innocent comment turned into an offer I just couldn’t turn down.
“Ryder!” she gasped against my lips, her fingers trailing down my chest until she gripped my cock in her hand.
Groaning, I finally got the damn lock open and grabbed her around the waist, picking her up as I stormed through the door and kicked it shut. I didn’t make it any further than the living room, only getting to the couch before I had to peel her clothes off.
But she had different ideas. Her fingers were already loosening the knot on my tie, and yanking it over my head.
I was about to tear the damn dress from her body, but I liked it too damn much, and I definitely wanted to see it on her again. My fingers slid under the straps, and as gently as I could muster, I pulled them down her arms.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I breathed against her mouth. “I need to see you.”
“Just tear it off,” she gasped, ripping at the buttons on my shirt.
I growled with need, peeling the dress down her body, but what I wasn’t expecting was the contraption she had on underneath. It looked like some kind of fucking torture device, squeezing her into a tight second skin-looking thing.
She flushed red, her hands suddenly covering her body. “It’s…for the dress.”
“It needs to fucking go,” I muttered, grabbing the fucking straps to peel that off too.
And fuck, the second her breasts popped out, I was a goner.
Fuck, those things were made for a man like me.
So big and perfect. And so very real. Getting down on my knees, I finished tearing off the tight suit of torture from her body, then leaned forward and ran my tongue over the red lines from where it bit into her skin.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I ground out, ripping her panties from her body.
Grabbing the backs of her legs, I yanked them out from under her, flipping her back onto the couch. Spreading her legs wide, I slid my tongue up the inside of her thigh until my nose nudged at her soaked pussy. I could smell her arousal, practically taste it on my tongue, and I needed more.
With the first swipe, she cried out. With the second, I knew I had never tasted anything so fucking perfect in all my life. I dove in, feasting on that pussy, spreading her lips to slather myself in her juices.
Fingers speared through my hair, tugging on me, directing me where she needed me. I took every fucking direction from her, devouring her until it was no longer enough. I needed her to come on my tongue, to fill my mouth with her arousal.
I slid my thumb over her clit, rubbing the swollen bud in circles until she finally spasmed in my arms, coming hard. With every jerk of her body, every shiver and moan, I fucked her with my tongue, and I didn’t let up until I was drowning in her.
Her body went boneless in my arms, her legs splayed around me, completely incapable of moving. But I wasn’t even close to done with her. Getting to my feet, I undid my belt buckle and slid it from the loops. Her eyes glazed over as she watched every move, and her thighs involuntarily spread wider.
I dropped my pants, kicking them to the side as I tore my shirt from my body. Standing there in only my boxers, I let her take her fill. Her eyes trailed over every inch of muscle, every tattoo, and the long length of my cock trapped behind my boxers.
“Take me out,” I ordered, wondering if she was willing to follow my commands. I wasn’t into all that BDSM shit, but I did like the idea of Ellie on her knees for me, swallowing my cock as my cum dripped from her lips.
Licking her lips, she sat up and slipped off the couch onto her knees. I smirked at her as she grabbed my boxers and pulled them slowly down, allowing my cock to bob free right in front of her mouth.
Insanity filled my head as I suddenly grabbed her curls and tugged her to me. “You know what I need,” I bit out. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and make me come.”
To my surprise, she opened wide, grabbing the base of my cock as she fed my dick into her mouth.
All the fucking way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I shouted, nearly coming just from the feel of her swallowing around my cockhead.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she sucked me, twirling that feisty tongue around my dick and using those pouty lips to fuck me.
She looked so fucking pretty on her knees for me, with my cock shoved to the back of her throat.
I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop myself from gripping her hair tighter and jerking my hips back just before slamming my dick into the back of her throat.
Vibrations shot up my spine as she moaned. Saliva pooled around the base of my dick as she slurped on me, sucked me hard, and allowed me to use her mouth like it was her pussy. I wanted to come, wanted to spill my seed in her mouth and watch her swallow it.
But I wanted her pussy more.
And I wasn’t about to wait until I could recover to feel her wrapped around my dick. I tugged her off, then hauled her to her feet, pulling her over my lap as I sat on the couch.
“Ride me.” It was more of a croaked plea than an order.
And when she straddled me and grabbed my dick, I nearly came on the spot. Slowly, she lowered herself on me, her eyes slipping closed as my dick stretched her tight pussy.
When was the last time she was fucked?
Who was he?
God, I already hated him for having her.
But then she settled all the way to the base of my cock, and those perfect tits were right there, begging me to taste them. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pulled her to me, flicking my tongue over her nipples before biting one and pulling it into my mouth.
Fucking hell, I was going to lose it. With one hand on her back, holding her where I wanted her, my other hand wandered south, cupping that gorgeous ass. Slapping her hard, my dick grew as she cried out. I thrust my hips up, telling her what I needed.
Her hair fell forward, tickling my nose as she rose up on her knees and took me inside her again. Every time was like heaven and hell at once. My dick was burning for more, needing to feel her always around me. But I knew I would eventually blow, and then I would be cold without her.
I was too close. I couldn’t hold on any longer, not when her perfect body was riding me so well. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I tugged her up, then slammed her back on my cock. She took over quickly, riding me hard, tossing her head back as she cried out as her body shattered around mine.
Wrapping my arms around her, I fucked into her hard, holding her close to me. Cum shot from my dick, filling her so fully as I held her down, panting hard as I rubbed my nose against her soft skin.
Fuck, that was exactly what I needed.
Her fingers softly scraped against my scalp as she rested her head on my shoulder.
As my eyes slipped closed and my breathing returned to normal, I knew I was far from done with her.
It would take at least three more times tonight to be depleted, and even then, I might not be able to let her leave the bed in the morning.
If we ever made it to the bed.
Leaning back, I cupped her face as she tried to hide from me. “Something wrong, Ellie?”
She chuckled, ducking her head against my shoulder again. “You’ve seen me naked.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna need to see you naked all the time.”
I stood and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, my dick still firmly lodged inside her where I planned to have it for the rest of the night.
There was no way I was getting any sleep as long as I had her naked beside me.
The smell of coffee woke me, and for a second, I didn’t recognize the room I was in. That wasn’t unusual since I hadn’t yet adjusted to being back in Montana. Part of me always expected to wake up in my apartment in New York with Bianca beside me.
And yet, the smile on my face when I realized I was in Ellie’s bed was so much more satisfying. I was just about to get up when Ellie walked into the room carrying two mugs of coffee.
That alone was more enticing than any woman simply smiling at me. But there was something very wrong with this picture.
She was wearing my shirt.
My good mood instantly fled. She wasn’t supposed to be wearing that. It didn’t look right on her, not when she could be wearing anything else of mine. But that—
“Take it off,” I snapped, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.
The smile on her face instantly fell. She stood there, cups in hand, not knowing what to do.
“I said take it off!”
She jumped slightly, then slammed the mugs down on her dresser, the coffee sloshing over the sides, and tore the shirt from her body, instantly covering herself.
With her eyes downcast, she rummaged around her room until she found something to clothe herself, and the whole fucking time, I was cursing myself for ruining this moment.
I flung the covers off and hustled over to her, one hundred percent naked. The moment I heard the first sniffle, I wanted to punch myself in the face.
“Ellie,” I said softly, turning her to face me. “It’s not you,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to presume—”
I gripped her chin and forced her to look at me. “It’s not you,” I repeated.
A single tear dripped down her face, and as I brushed it away, I knew my words were not enough. I might not have to tell Ellie everything, but I had to explain my reaction. Otherwise, everything that happened last night would mean nothing.
“I don’t want to see you in my shirt. I mean, not that shirt.”
“Why?”
“Because…it’s a reminder of something I don’t want. Of something I used to have.”