Chapter 29
Ryker
I ’ve never claimed to be a saint.
That would be complete bullshit. I know I’m not the kind of guy moms like or dads accept. I know what people say about me around campus. I’ve heard the comments from both guys and girls, although none of it is ever to my face.
People are afraid of me. They don’t want to piss me off in fear of my last name and what it means to this university. My father has gotten many professors fired for stupid things like giving me bad grades or speaking to me wrong. The kind of pull he has at Ellington is astounding. And everyone knows that.
No one questions me, women throw themselves at me, and all that should make me feel good. Shouldn’t it?
So I don’t understand the empty pit in my stomach that is there every single day, and it never goes away.
Except when I’m with her . Guinevere Sharpe. The feisty five four brunette with those bright blue eyes and a natural affinity to pissing me the fuck off.
Gwen is unlike any woman I’ve ever met .
She’s spirited, independent, and unafraid to speak her mind. She’s bold, assertive, and confident, with a strong sense of self and a willingness to stand up for what she believes in.
I knew she was attractive the day she ran into me in the hallway. Her petite frame, the way her tits looked in the blouse, the way her jeans highlighted her toned legs and round ass underneath. She caught my attention immediately, and I knew she was far different than the rest of them.
I know she thinks I’m an asshole. I know she thinks I’m this terrible person that she should stay far away from. And maybe I am. But I know I can’t stay away from her, and I’m done trying. Fuck what anyone else will say.
Now that I’ve had a taste of Gwen, I’m not letting her go. No matter what she says. I know she’ll fight it, she’s as stubborn as a mule. She’ll never truly accept her feelings, but I am going to make it so damn difficult for her to get away.
She finally gave into me today. Gave into the feelings I knew she was having and failing to fight. She really shouldn’t try to fight this connection between us, because I’m determined now to keep her, and I always get what I want.
Gwen, my beautiful, perfect rebel, sits on my bed, watching me as I lock my door behind me. No one’s home, and I’ve never been more thankful to have the floor to myself. The things I’m going to do to Gwen, the way she’s going to be screaming my name, I don’t want anyone else to hear her moans of pleasure.
Guinevere Sharpe is mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. But she will soon enough. And when this project is over, she’ll know that isn’t the end of us, it’s only the beginning.
Her legs hang off the end of the bed, and I can’t help but think about the way my face was just between them, savouring the taste of her delicious pussy. God, she tasted good. I could do that all day if she’d let me.
The strap of her green Ellington U tank top has fallen slightly down her arm, and her long, espresso coloured hair falls against her back as her eyes, like deep blue pools, stare at me as I walk toward her, landing between her legs .
I reach down, putting my finger under her chin, gently bringing her head up to look at me. Her eyes are filled with lust and desire, and my cock twitches knowing it’s all for me.
Gwen might be strong and hardheaded, but I’ve already gathered that she isn’t that way in the bedroom, which is perfect for me because I am a control freak.
Many of the women I’ve been with haven’t been able to handle that side of me, but something tells me that my little rebel isn’t going to mind one bit.
My heart is racing, and my breathing is shallow. I’m pretty sure I’m actually fucking nervous right now. I don’t get nervous for sex, ever. But looking down at this girl who I never even thought would be a possibility sitting in front of me, wanting me, I don’t even recognize myself.
The air crackles with anticipation and excitement. It’s been weeks of this pent-up anger and tension and desire, and we’re finally about to act on it.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand. Gwen watches my face for a long second before reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it off over her head.
I keep my face neutral as I take in that lacey bra covering those perfectly peeked nipples of hers that I so enjoyed not twenty minutes ago.
“Bra,” I say in the same demanding tone. Gwen unclasps her bra and tosses it on the floor with her shirt.
Her tits are beautiful. The best tits I’ve ever seen.
Grabbing one in my hand, I squeeze lightly on her nipple, making her head fall back and a soft moan leave her lips. I need to hear more of her moans.
Leaning down and placing my hands on the bed on either side of her, I linger in front of her face for a moment, revelling in the way her breathing quickens and her lashes flutter rapidly. Then, I lean in and smash my lips against hers.
She kisses me with fervour, opening her mouth to allow me full access. Kissing Gwen is like lighting a spark in the dark, a sudden burst of warmth and light, and I never want to pull away .
Gwen moans again, melting into my touch as she reaches out for my belt, beginning to undo it without ever breaking the kiss. My heart speeds up and it suddenly feels like I’ve just run a marathon.
This girl is about to see me, all of me. Vulnerable and exposed. Two things I don’t want to ever be. But looking at her and the way her breasts bounce while she kisses me and pulls my pants down so they land around my ankles, I don’t even care about being vulnerable.
I reluctantly break the kiss, staring down at her.
“Get on your knees, Gwen,” I whisper hoarsely.
Gwen’s eyes light up before slowly sinking off the bed and landing on her knees in front of me.
She looks so beautiful kneeling in front of me, ready and waiting for my cock to push into her mouth. Her eyes fill with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.
Hooking her fingers in the elastic of my boxers, she pulls them down slowly, revealing my erection. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight. She licks her lips involuntarily, unable to tear her gaze away.
“Suck it,” I order, my voice laced with desire.
Gwen leans forward without hesitation, extending her tongue to lick the precum off the tip of my dick.
A soft groan escapes my lips, and that seems to encourage her to take me deeper. She opens her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around my shaft and taking me in inch by inch.
My hands tangle in Gwen's hair, guiding her movements as her head bobs back and forth. She hollows her cheeks, sucking eagerly and sending a tingle to the base of my spine. Her hands roam over my thighs, gripping tightly as she works me with growing enthusiasm.
Gwen moans softly, the vibrations sending shudders through my body. Holy shit, this girl is fucking perfect. The sounds she’s making, the feeling of her tongue as I hit the back of her throat. I make a mental note that Gwen has no gag reflex.
She moves her tongue in a way that has me gripping her head a bit harder .
“Fuck, Gwen... just like that,” I grit my teeth, my hips beginning to thrust gently in time with her motions.
Gwen's skill and eagerness are about to send me over the edge. I feel the heat building, my balls drawing up tight as the need to come intensifies. But I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to be over. I need to feel her, to feel what it’s like to be inside her.
Reaching down, I gently pull Gwen away, my cock glistening with her saliva. Jesus, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“That's enough, baby,” I say in a strained voice. “I don't want to come yet.”
Gwen's eyes sparkle with mischief as I pull her to stand and push her back on the bed.
“Lay back,” I order, and she does so without question. My eyes scan her perfect body, raking over her nipples, already hard and erect, down to her tight stomach.
My eyes darken with lust as I step forward, cupping her breasts in my large hands and bending down to take a hard nipple into my mouth.
Sucking greedily, I flick my tongue over the sensitive peak, causing Gwen to cry out as she threads her fingers through my hair.
Releasing one breast, I trail hot kisses down her abdomen, pausing only to hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties before tugging them downward. They fall in a heap onto the ground, leaving Gwen completely naked and fucking stunning in front of me.
I kneel before her, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Gwen props herself up on her elbows to watch me as my tongue laps against her.
I run a finger through her glistening folds, collecting her arousal before bringing it to my mouth and tasting her, letting out a low groan as I look in her eyes. Gwen whimpers and squirms impatiently. I grin, chuckling lowly .
“Patience is a virtue, Guinevere,” I tease. Gwen’s eyes narrow, clearly unamused. I run my finger over her swollen clit a few times causing her head to fall back as she pants and moans. My finger rubs slow circles, and I can feel Gwen getting restless, which only makes me want to keep going.
“Fuck you,” she says. My head cocks and I raise an eyebrow.
“Now Guinevere, that’s not very polite,” I swipe over her clit once with my tongue. She cries out before looking down at me as I pull away.
“Ryker…” she practically growls in warning. God, she’s beautiful when she’s pissed and naked. Her chest heaves up and down, making her perky breasts move with the motion.
“Yeah, Rebel?” another lick.
“Make me come,” she pants, and as much as I want my tongue on her again, I really want to see how far I can take this.
“You want to come?” I ask in a patronizing tone, earning another glare. She only nods. “Beg me.”
Gwen’s face is a scowl. I know her stubborn ass won’t ever beg for a thing. But if she wants to come, she’s going to have to do as I say.
“I’ll never beg you,” she states. Looking up to her face, I smirk and shrug, standing up. I begin to pull my boxers and jeans back on as Gwen’s face twists with confusion.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, sitting up fully to watch me. My dick is throbbing, and I need to come, but I have no intention of letting her win this game.
“Getting dressed,” I say simply.
“Ryker…” she says, her voice trembling. She’s breaking, I can see it. She needs to come, and she knows now that I won’t let her until she’s begging for me to fuck her. I walk over slowly, crawling over her naked form, making her lay back on the bed. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen.
I bring my finger to her mouth. “Suck,” I demand.
Gwen gives me a slightly suspicious look before opening her mouth and taking my finger, swirling her tongue around it.
I pull it out and trail my finger down her stomach and then down to her pussy. There’s a quick intake of breath when she believes I’m going to touch her.
“Beg for it, Gwen,” I command. Her eyes roll, making my lips twitch as I try not to smile. “Please…” she says, but it’s not good enough. She can do better than that.
“Come on, Rebel,” I urge, slowly beginning to rub her again. Her eyes close, and I grip the back of her head to pull her hair. “Open your eyes.”
Gwen’s eyes fly open.
“I want you to look at me when you beg for my cock,” I tell her, moving my finger faster.
“Please, Ryker… I’m…” she’s almost there, she’s really going to beg me. My dick swells at the thought of this stubborn girl begging for me.
“You’re what?”
“I’m begging you, please make me come,” she finally says, desperately writhing under me.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, and that seems to make her even more wet.
I take that as my sign to descend on her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing until she’s squirming and moaning incoherently.
“Ryker... please... oh fuck!” Gwen cries out, her hands grasping my hair as pleasure washes over her. I pull away.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you Gwen?” I ask, desire burning me from the inside out. Gwen nods frantically, and I can tell she’s about to come.
“Yes!” she cries.
I continue my oral assault, revelling in the sweet taste of her pussy as I drive her closer to the edge. Her juices flow freely, coating my face as her cries fill the room, and with a few more swipes of my tongue, she tumbles over the precipice.
Gwen's body shakes uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm claims her, and I watch in amazement at this girl in front me who claims to hate me .
As her tremors subside, I stand, my cock throbbing with urgent need, and I can’t wait another minute to be inside her.
I climb up over her to her face, claiming her lips. My tongue finds hers as her long legs wrap around my waist. I take both of her hands and pin them over her head with one of mine while I use the other to rip my pants and boxers down. My dick teases her swollen pussy, causing her to whimper and arch her back, seeking friction. I chuckle darkly.
“You want it?” I growl. Gwen nods desperately.
“Yes... please, Ryker,” Gwen begs. I lean down to kiss her again as I slowly push forward, filling her with my thick length.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, realizing I probably should have asked that before I was inside her. She nods.
“I have an IUD,” she says breathlessly.
That’s all I need before I begin to move. Gwen gasps, her eyes rolling back as I begin to stretch her. I can’t help but groan at the sensation.
“Fuck, Gwen…” I growl, my hips snapping forward as I set a relentless pace.
Gwen meets my thrusts, her nails digging into my back as she urges me on.
“Harder,” she cries out. God damn.
I oblige, slamming into her with fierce abandon. The bed creaks with the force, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. Gwen’s tits bounce wildly with each thrust, her cries mingling with my grunts of pleasure.
I can feel Gwen's walls begin to clench around me, signaling her impending orgasm.
“Come for me, Gwen,” I demand, lifting her hips off the bed and driving into her with renewed vigor.
Gwen’s body tenses.
“Ryker! Oh fuc-” her words cut off as she screams, her orgasm causing her to pulse around my cock.
Continuing to thrust through her orgasm, my own builds with each squeeze of her pulsing walls. With a final, powerful surge, I bury myself deep within her and come hard, filling her completely .
Spent, I collapse onto the bed beside Gwen, our chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath.
A satisfied smile plays on Gwen's lips as she leans on her side next to me, her head resting on her hand. My own smirk plays on my lips.
“What?” I ask, my hand reaching up to push a strand of hair behind Gwen’s ear.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she laughs, causing me to chuckle.
“Do you regret it?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t say yes because I really don’t want her to regret this.
Gwen shakes her head. “No, I think I liked it,” she watches my face for my reaction. I grab her hip and squeeze.
“Oh, I know you liked it,” I tease. Gwen rolls her eyes and pushes my shoulder playfully. She is so God damn pretty.
“It wasn’t the worst sex I’ve ever had,” she shrugs, a smug grin on her face.
“Careful, Rebel. I might actually think you like me,” I wink, and Gwen makes a mock face of disgust.
“No way in hell,” she chuckles, falling to her back on the bed.
I can’t tell what I’m feeling right now as I stare down at Gwen, naked and sated and stunning. When we started this partnership, I was just using her as a means to an end. As something to help me get my father off my back.
I don’t know when that changed. But I do know I definitely want to do that again. And again.