Chapter 21
ELLIE
Wear something sexy. I’m taking you out tonight.
I studied the text, trying to figure out what it meant. The intent was obvious. We were going out. But why? This wasn’t part of the deal. We didn’t go out on dates. The deal was strictly that we spent time together, but that meant at his house or mine.
Not in public.
I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Just come over here.
I’ll pick you up in one hour. Be ready, or I’ll take you out in your pajamas.
I laughed at the absurdity of his text, but then frowned, wondering if he would really do that. It took me only a few seconds to realize that his threat was not idle. If there was one thing I’d learned about Ryder over the past few weeks, it was that he didn’t take no for an answer.
That first night when my Jeep died—he didn’t back down and leave when I asked him to. He stuck around and waited, even though I was fuming at him. In bed, he coaxed and kissed and seduced me until he got his way.
The man was tenacious, and if I wasn’t ready in one hour, he would drag me out of the house in whatever I was wearing.
Dropping the phone on the bed, I quickly scrambled into the shower, taking the shortest shower a woman could possibly take when she had to wash and condition, use a body scrub, and shave every inch of her body.
When I got out, I freaked out when I saw I only had half an hour left.
That wasn’t nearly enough time to get ready.
And looking sexy didn’t happen with a snap of my fingers.
But I did my damndest, slathering lotion over my body, putting gel in my hair to set my curls, picking out an outfit that didn’t make me look frumpy, and lastly, the shoes.
I stood in front of my closet, trying to find anything that would be sexy, match my outfit, and also be comfortable.
As if there were such a thing as comfortable heels.
I almost reached for the bodysuit, but then I remembered his reaction when he saw the red lines from how it dug into my skin. He said I was beautiful, that I was perfect as I was.
Biting my lip, I decided to test that theory tonight. I would wear my dress without anything to squeeze me in, and see if he still felt the same way.
I just hoped I wasn’t disappointed.
The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock, but I wasn’t even close to being ready yet. My hair was still up in my hair towel, my makeup was only halfway done, and running around in heels with a towel on made me look absolutely ridiculous.
Rushing to the front door, I checked the peephole before flinging the door open. “One hour is not enough time,” I snapped.
A slow smirk spread across his face as his eyes trailed over me from head to toe. “You look absolutely fuckable.”
“Ryder,” I warned, taking a step back as he stepped inside and slammed the door.
I backed up, my heart hammering in my chest as he looked at me with those eyes. I already knew where he was going with this, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was so close to being ready.
Well, almost.
“Ellie,” he growled, taking another step forward, backing me up until my thighs hit the side of the couch.
“Ryder, you said we were going out. You said—”
His hand gripped the towel and ripped it from my body, dropping it to the ground, leaving me naked in front of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, instantly pouncing.
His lips sealed over mine, his tongue thrust into my mouth, devouring me whole. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured as his tongue swirled my ear and his fingers slipped down to my soaking pussy.
All it took was one look from him to make me wet.
“I told you to be ready,” he whispered in my ear.
“I—” My breaths were harsh as he slid two fingers inside me, pumping agonizingly slowly. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I nearly came, but he quickly spun me, tugging me back against his chest. His thick cock prodded my ass as my heart hammered out of control.
Dizziness washed over me as his hands came up to cup my breasts, tugging on my nipples as his lips latched onto my neck and sucked hard.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled.
My body quivered as one of his hands skimmed over my stomach, down to my pussy.
“Spread those legs for me. Give me that pussy.”
He chuckled as I did as he commanded, but that wasn’t the reason he was laughing. “Feel your heart? Fuck, it’s so sexy when you get all worked up for me. So fucking sexy.”
I sucked in a ragged breath as he thrust his fingers inside me as he pinched and twisted my nipple. I needed more. I needed his cock inside me, thrusting hard and driving me insane.
“Ryder,” I murmured, my head flopping back against his shoulder. “Give me more.”
“She speaks,” he whispered. “Fucking finally.”
His fingers slipped from my pussy, and then I felt a brush of cold air as he stepped back just enough to drop his pants. Moisture slid over my back as his cockhead brushed against me.
“Bend over and hold on, Ellie,” he ordered.
When I didn’t move fast enough, his hand pressed into the middle of my back, bending me over the side of the couch. I gripped the cushion as best I could, the anticipation nearly choking me.
His thick cock slid up and down my slit, until finally, he pushed inside, giving me the relief I desperately needed. His hand slid up and down my spine, sending tingles straight to my core.
“Hang on, Ellie. I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
I sucked in a breath just as he pulled out, and then it was like fireworks exploded behind my eyes as he thrust hard inside me, burying his cock deep once again.
My fingers dug into the cushion as he pulled out.
My pussy clenched hard around his cock, trying to suck him back in, to keep him where I desperately needed him.
“So fucking ready for me,” he murmured. “So fucking willing to take my cock.”
He slammed inside me over and over, each time faster and harder.
I buried my face in the couch, crying out as he wrecked me.
My hips dug into the side of the couch and burns formed from the material rubbing against me, but I didn’t care, not when he was inside me, making me feel like I was the sexiest woman in the world.
“Right there, Ellie. Right fucking there,” he grunted, his hips moving harder and faster as he fucked me hard and deep.
He gripped my arm and tugged me upright, pressing me to his chest. “That’s it. Take me deep inside you. Swallow my cock.”
I cried out, desperate and needy. And then his fingers slid over my clit, toying with the engorged nub. My legs shook and my breath rushed out of me as my whole body tightened as my orgasm washed over me.
Shaking, I stood there in his arms as he soothingly ran his fingers up and down my arms, pressing soft kisses to my neck, erasing the sore spots from where he sucked on my neck.
I was going to be covered in hickeys, but right now, I didn’t give a shit. I was riding a high unlike anything I’d felt before, and the longer he kept his thick cock inside me, the more I started to think that maybe this was something that I wanted more than just when he was willing to give it.
And that was a dangerous thought—one that I knew would only get me hurt. But as he held me in his arms and kissed me like this, my sanity took a back seat to my heart. Because I was in danger of falling hard for Ryder, and when he left, I wasn’t sure I would survive the fallout.