Chapter 32
Guinevere
M y lips move with Ryker’s in a passionate, tension filled kiss as we stand together in the middle of the dark, empty classroom. There are six tables and one long desk in the front of the room. From the looks of the counters covered in beakers and scales, this looks like a chemistry room.
I didn’t really pay attention to what kind of room it was before dragging Ryker in here. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just knew I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he would go through the trouble of beating some guy up over me. Does he actually have some sort of feelings for me?
I can’t imagine why he would. I’ve been a total bitch to him since the day we met. Granted, he was a total ass since the day we met, and arguably still kind of is. But I never did anything to try to impress him.
There’s no denying that I don’t look like the girls people would expect a guy like Ryker Steele to be with. The girls Ryker’s been with are like super models, and I’m just me. Plain and boring. Simple .
I get good grades, I listen to my mom, I don’t party too much, I rarely do my hair or makeup. I’m nothing like someone Ryker would go after. So why me? Why is he so caught up with me?
Honestly, I can’t even believe what happened last night. I mean, I definitely don’t regret it or whatever, but seriously? Ryker Steele, Ellington University’s most eligible asshole wanted me. Three weeks ago, if someone would have told me that, I would have laughed in their face.
But here we are, standing in this room, our mouths linked together as we move against one another.
Ryker’s hands find my hips before he effortlessly picks me up and puts me on the table in front of him. His hands run up my thighs and up to the hem of my shirt, staying there.
I can taste the sweetness of Ryker's mouth as our tongues dance together, my hands roaming over his muscular body. I can feel his desire, and it only makes me want him more. But we’re in a classroom, and I don’t want to get caught.
It doesn’t seem like Ryker cares much about being caught though as he slowly lifts my shirt over my head.
“Ryker, we’re going to get in trouble,” he chuckles deeply against my lips.
“You forgot who you’re with, Rebel.”
I roll my eyes, because yeah, I did forget who I was with. The guy that can literally get away with murder on this campus. Okay, maybe not murder, but whatever.
I really didn’t plan for this to happen. I mean yeah, I made out with him in the hallway, but that was a moment of weakness.
But after he explained why he went after Ashton, something bubbled up inside me. It’s not just the fact that he defended my honor; it’s the raw, animalistic nature of the act. The thought of Ryker being so possessive and protective of me makes my pussy drip with anticipation.
I pull away from our kiss for a moment, breathless and eager, looking into his eyes and seeing the desire burning there, causing me to smile mischievously. I want to make him feel good. I want to feel his dick moving in and out of my mouth as I suck eagerly. But that’ll have to wait. I need him inside me, right now.
With one quick movement, I unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down, releasing his thick, hard cock. It springs free, and I waste no time in wrapping my fingers around it, pumping it with ardor.
Ryker groans, tangling his fingers in my hair as I begin to pump faster. I can’t help the soft moan that leaves my lips as I feel him and continue my assault on his lips. He feels so big in my tiny hands, and I honestly can’t believe that thing was inside me.
I grab his hand and move it to the button on my jeans. His hand begins to fumble with the button and zipper without breaking our kiss. I lift myself off the table so he can drag the jeans and panties down my legs, throwing my shoes off in the process. I can’t believe we’re about to do this, in public, again. The risk of getting caught sends thrills through my body, anticipation coiling in my veins.
Ryker reaches down to the floor, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a small foil packet.
He grabs both sides of my face and kisses me hard. Ryker takes a small step closer, and I can feel the head of his dick at my entrance. Before he pushes in, he glides a finger through my wetness.
“So, fucking ready for me,” he practically growls. I whimper, desperate to feel him, and before I can say anything, he’s pushing into me fast and hard. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust to his length or thickness. Instead, he pounds into me unforgivingly.
He grips my hips, thrusting into me, and my eyes lock with his dark ones. A tingling feeling swirls in my core as I watch his intense gaze move from mine to the spot where our bodies are joined.
The slick sound of Ryker moving in and out of me fills the empty room, along with our heavy breathing and moans. I throw my head back, my breasts heaving as Ryker picks up the pace .
Holy shit. I’m not going to last much longer. The need to cry out overtaking my senses. My nails dig into his shoulders as I feel the familiar wave of my orgasm building.
“Ryker, I’m going to come,” I pant. Ryker smirks, grabbing my waist and pulling out of me. I let out a loud groan in protest. What the hell is he doing?
Grabbing my arm, Ryker twists me around, shoving my upper body on the table I was just sitting on. In one smooth motion, he enters me from behind with a rough thrust that makes us both groan loudly. The new position brings new waves of pleasure and I’m even closer to the edge now.
Ryker pounds into my pussy with abandon, spanking my ass cheek hard. The unexpected gesture makes me scream out, the pain mixing with pleasure as my sensitive flesh tingles under his rough treatment. I’ve never been slapped during sex before, and if you’d asked me twenty minutes ago if I’d enjoy it, I probably would have said no. But now?
“You like that, don't you, Gwen?" Ryker growls in my ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "You like being fucked like this, with the chance of anyone walking in on us at any moment. You’re not as innocent as people think you are, are you, Rebel?”
“Ryker!" I cry out, my face pressed against the cool surface of the table, contrasting with the heat of our bodies. "Oh God, Ryker, don't stop!”
Ryker chuckles to himself.
“Not a chance, baby.”
Ryker grips my hips tightly, slamming into me with all his strength. The force of his thrusts shakes the desk, making it scrape against the floor slightly. A loud moan escapes my lips, and Ryker’s hand slips over my mouth gently, keeping me quiet.
“Shh, Guinevere. Someone will hear you. And I’m the only one that gets to hear you moan.”
My nerve endings feel like I’m on fire, my whole body tingling with pleasure at his dirty words and almost painful thrusts. I have never been fucked like this before, so roughly, so passionately. It’s Ryker claiming me, marking me his, and I love every second of it .
As Ryker continues slamming into my pussy, he reaches around, his finger rubbing my swollen clit. A few circles over it, and I’m so close to coming. My body trembles as a powerful orgasm begins to rip through me, my pussy starting to clench tightly around Ryker's cock.
“That’s it, come for me, Gwen," Ryker grunts. “Let me feel that tight pussy milk my cock. Yes, just like that. That’s my good fucking girl.”
His words push me over the edge, and I cry out loudly, my body shaking uncontrollably. Ryker follows right behind me. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself deep inside me, and I can feel his dick pulsing inside me.
We stay like this for a moment, breathless and spent, our bodies still connected. Then, slowly, Ryker pulls out, looking down at my dripping pussy.
He helps me up and puts his hands on both sides of my face, pulling me in for a long, passionate kiss. God, this is not what I thought was going to happen today. But I really don’t regret that it did.
Ryker pulls away, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulls up his pants and hands me my clothes. He looks satisfied, yet still lustful as he watches me get dressed.
“We should probably go before a class starts and sees us in here,” Ryker says. He’s right. I cannot get caught in an empty room with him. I’d never hear the end of it. I’d probably be the talk of campus for weeks.
I know people are already talking about us since we’ve been seen on campus together working on our project, and because of the way Ryker defended me against Ashton at the Halloween party.
I guess a lot more people saw what happened than I originally thought. Ryker’s been there twice to defend me, and even though we couldn’t stand each other not too long ago, I still believe he would have been there to save me.
Something tells me that when Ryker Steele gets something in his head, he doesn’t let it go easily. I wonder if he claimed me before we even really started getting to know each other .
That girl in the library the first time Ryker and I met up seemed like she was waiting for him to get up and leave with her. She looked like she was upset when he blew her off. I wondered who she was back then, but it didn’t really matter at that point. I’m not stupid. I know it had to be a girl he’d fucked or that wanted to fuck him. But I didn’t care because all I wanted to do was get out of there.
I know Ryker doesn’t do relationships. I can’t expect that a guy like him will want to be together just because we’ve had sex a couple times.
But he seems so possessive over me, so protective. I can’t help but think, is he that way with all of the girls he sleeps with?
“Gwen?” Ryker’s voice distracts me from my thoughts. I look down to see his hand stretched in front of me to help me off the table. I take it hesitantly, and he helps me jump down. I could have gotten down on my own, but I didn’t want to. Not with the offer of his help.
We walk to the door, and Ryker opens it slightly, peaking around the hallway to see if anyone’s around. When he decides the coast is clear, he lets me leave the room before him, him following after.
I don’t know why this feels awkward. Like I don’t know what to say to him now that we’re not in the heat of the moment. Where do we go from here? We don’t have a project to work on anymore, and we have no real reason to hang out.
Ryker stands in front of me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans. His thick, dark hair mussed from the sinful activates that just occurred. He looks effortlessly sexy in his dark maroon colored shirt and black pants. My core aches at the thought of him fucking me again.
I open my mouth to say something, but the sound of a cellphone cuts me off before I can.
Rolling his eyes, Ryker pulls his phone out of his back pocket, groaning when he looks at the screen.
“I have to take this,” he says, almost regretfully. “I’ll call you, okay?” he looks into my eyes, as if making a promise.
I nod. “Okay, yeah,” I reply softly, a dull ache swirling in my chest as I watch him leave.