Chapter 34
Ryker
A my’s tits are in my face as I lean against the bar waiting for my beer.
Her blonde hair is pulled back into a sleek bun and her makeup is completely over the top. I know we’re at a club, but no one needs that much makeup on their face.
The perfume she wears reminds me of summer. Her dress is skintight, leaving very little to the imagination as her tits pour over the top. There’s a large diamond shaped hole right in the middle, showing off her taut stomach and belly ring.
She flutters her eyelashes flirtatiously. I just want her to go away. I guess she didn’t get the fucking message the last time I had to tell her to leave me the fuck alone.
Amy takes a step forward, placing herself between my legs. Her hands slide up my chest seductively as she wraps her thin, tanned arms around my neck. I have to stifle the urge to throw her off of me as to not create a scene in the very crowded club.
Leaning in, Amy uses her tongue to trace the shell of my ear before whispering, “You look reallyyy sexy tonight,” she says, the stench of tequila on her breath.
I reach around, slowly peeling her arms off of me and pushing them away. She pouts, her dark red bottom lip jutting out in a way that would be sexy as fuck if I wasn’t obsessed with a girl that can’t decide whether she hates me or wants to fuck me.
“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” I say curtly, as the bartender finally hands me my beer. Amy has the nerve to look hurt, but she recovers quickly, pasting a fake as fuck smile on her face.
“Come on, Ryker. Don’t be like that,” she reaches out to me again. I catch her wrist, grabbing it tightly. I say the only thing I can to let her know I’m serious. I’d never actually do it, but the threat should be good enough.
I look her dead in the eyes. “Touch me again, and I’ll have you kicked out of this school so fast you won’t even have time to pack,” I spit. Amy’s eyes go wide, and then she backs away slowly. She smiles awkwardly, looking around us to see if anyone had been listening.
I straighten up and head straight back to the booth the guys and I stole from the girls when they got up to dance.
Pat stayed home tonight, he said he had a big exam he had to study for. So Mason, Logan, Holland, and I are here tonight without him. Mason has been gone since the girls hit the dancefloor. He’s probably found some drunk chick to grind up against.
I’ve been watching Gwen dance with Lainey and Ellie for twenty minutes straight. She looked slightly out of place, like she wasn’t totally sure what she was doing, which is completely different from the way she carries herself around campus.
I slide in next to Holland, following his gaze to the dancefloor where Lainey and Ellie dance provocatively. An alarm bell goes off in my head when I notice that Gwen is not with them.
My mind automatically thinks about Ashton and that he’d threatened her. Was he here? I hadn’t seen him when I scanned the room from the top floor, nor had I seen him as I watched the crowded dancefloor.
My blood runs cold and my jaw tenses. If that mother fucker touches her, he’s fucking dead. I let him off easy with that beating, but I swear to God I’ll-
My thoughts are cut short when I catch a glimpse of the five four brunette dancing a few feet away from her friends. I wonder if she’s even noticed she’d drifted.
When the area around her clears a bit, I notice that she in fact, not dancing alone. A tall guy holds her hips as she grinds her ass all over him. Gwen’s thin arms slide up the stranger’s chest and back around his neck.
What the fuck is she doing? Does she know I’m watching her? Does she care?
My blood boils as I try to tamp down the raging jealousy attempting crawl its way out of me.
I stay seated, watching and waiting to see how this plays out.
Gwen turns around, keeping her hands locked around the guys’ neck as she sways her hips to the music. Then, she removes her arms from the guy and begins running her hands up her thighs and through her hair, making direct eye contact with me.
She doesn’t look embarrassed or upset that she’s been caught. In fact, a small seductive smirk crosses her lips, and she winks at me. The stranger presses against her again, his hands roaming possessively over her hips, but she ignores him, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
I clench my jaw so hard I’m surprised I haven’t broken a tooth. So, she is doing this shit on purpose. Why?
The guy moves his hand to the small diamond shaped hole on Gwen’s stomach, and I watch as two of his grubby fingers disappear beneath her dress. She hasn’t taken her eyes off of me, even as I stand from the booth.
“I’ll be back,” I tell Holland as I begin to weave my way through the crowd toward Gwen, her eyes burning with challenge.
I come to a stop, standing in front of her, clenching my fists at my side to keep from punching this fucking guy in the face for touching what’s mine. All while Gwen keeps up with her movements.
My eyes narrow in frustration as I try my best to look unaffected by her little show, but I’m really fucking struggling. I’m so pissed she’s messing with my head, and I’m fucking turned on imaging her dancing on me like that. This woman drives me crazy.
I clear my throat, but it’s unnecessary since Gwen’s eyes are already on mine.
“Having fun?” I ask cooly.
“Yes,” Gwen says, finally stopping her production. She stands with her hands on her hips as she glares at me.
“What are you doing?” Gwen looks at me as if I’m stupid while glancing around the crowded dancefloor.
“What does it look like? I’m dancing,” she says pointedly. Fuck, how can someone this cute be so damn frustrating?
“No. What are you doing with him ?” I seethe. The guy at least has the decency to back up a bit to give us some semblance of privacy.
Gwen looks over her shoulder at the stranger.
“Who, Matt? We were just-”
I step into her, watching as her entire demeanor changes, and I can hear the sharp intake of breath getting caught in her throat.
“I know what you were doing, Gwen. And now you’re done,” I say sharply as I grab her tiny wrist and begin to drag her through the crowd.
We turn a corner and I drag Gwen up the spiral staircase that leads to the VIP area. I shove her into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
The harsh lights in the bathroom make her beautiful tan skin look flushed, her hair is slightly frizzy from the humidity in the packed club, and the dress she wears barely covers her perky ass. Her legs look long and toned, and the heels she’s wearing make her at least two inches taller than she is.
My cock stands at attention when Gwen takes a step toward me, and I want nothing more than to bend her over the sink and fuck her until she’s begging me to let her come. But I need to hold off until she explains what this was about.
“That was quite the little show you put on for me, Guinevere,” I say smoothly. Gwen scoffs.
“I don’t know what you’re-” I cut her off, pushing her against the wall, wrapping a hand around her neck just enough to apply a bit of pressure. Her eyes widen and I have to stop myself from unloading right here and now as her perky tits rub against my hard chest.
She looks down to my hand on her throat, then back at my face to search my eyes.
“Don’t play dumb, Rebel. It doesn’t suit you,” I seethe in a low, husky tone. “Why were you grinding your ass on a man that wasn’t me?”
“I… I don’t know,” she says timidly. She’s hiding something from me, something she doesn’t want me to know.
My eyes narrow with curiosity.
“Guinevere, tell me why you were dancing against another man’s dick?”
I remove my hand from her neck and slide it down slowly to the hem of her tight black dress. Gwen’s breath hitches, and I can feel the small tremble in her body as she tries to control herself.
“I saw you,” she begins. My head tilts to the side in question. Saw me? What the hell was I doing? What did she see? I didn’t touch another woman all night.
Gwen looks down at the ground, her cheeks brightening.
“With that girl, at the bar. I saw her all over you,” her voice practically a whisper. Shit. Amy.
That fucking girl is like a bad case of herpes that keeps coming back.
I laugh, knowing that the interaction with Amy was nothing for Gwen to be upset over.
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” she answers almost immediately, but I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. My eyebrows raise and I smirk.
I lean in closer to whisper my next word into her ear.
“Liar. ”
My hand moves to push up the end of Gwen’s dress, feeling the inside of her thigh as I go. My heart pounds in my ears and my breathing picks up. My dick is rock hard, and I don’t know if I can restrain myself much longer.
My fingers trace over the wet spot of Gwen’s lace panties and I let out a groan. Her head falls back against the wall as her eyes close. She whimpers softly, making my cock twitch.
God, I need to be inside her right now.
“You’re soaked, baby girl. Why?” Gwen shakes her head, her red lips parting slightly. I reach up to grip her chin with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “Look at me, Rebel. Tell me why you’re dripping all over my hand right now,” I demand.
I move her panties to the side, rubbing a finger through her wet slit before bringing it back to her pretty clit. She squirms slightly in my grasp, letting out a delicate moan.
“Tell me Guinevere, do you like it when I’m rough with you?” I ask, sliding a long finger into her tight hole.
“God, yes,” she cries as she grinds ever so slightly on my finger.
My lips twitch as I shoot her a cocky smile. I pull the finger out, using her wetness to slide over her most sensitive spot with ease. I can tell she’s already close by the way her breathing speeds up and the way her heart pounds so rapidly.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but desperate to hear her say it.
“Yes, God Ryker, yes,” she pleads, and it’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
As much as I want to watch Gwen come apart by my hand, I want to teach her a lesson.
Pulling my hand away from her clit, I bring my finger to my mouth and taste her. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good.
Gwen pouts. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
I push a strand of hair behind her ear, keeping my hand splayed on her cheek in a gentle gesture. Her chest rises and falls with each pant, and I notice her puckered nipples under the thin layer of her dress. I really want to rip it off of her, but I’d rather not have her walk out of here naked.
My eyes lock with hers, hers searching mine for any reasoning behind why I wouldn’t let her finish.
“Oh, sweet Rebel, you've been teasing me all night," I growl, my voice hoarse with desire. “Using that body of yours to drive me crazy. Don’t you think it’s only fair I do the same to you?” she shakes her head, her eyes on fire.
“I’m sorry, Ryker. Please, make me come,” Gwen whines and the sound goes straight to my dick. Suddenly, I can’t hold back. I need my mouth on hers.
My mouth crashes against hers in a hungry kiss. Gwen moans into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair as she kisses me back with equal fervor. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I bring her to the sink and set her on the counter.
I stand between her open legs, kissing her, feeling her. My hands skate up her thighs, my fingers linking on to her panties and pulling them down to reveal the sweet pink pussy I’ve come to be obsessed with.
I trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin knowing it drives her wild.
Gwen throws her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure as I leave a path of wet, greedy kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts.
“Say it again,” I demand, moving back up to her shoulder to pull the straps of her dress down. She pants, her anticipation palpable.
“Make me come,” she purrs, her breath coming in short gasps as I pull the dress down, exposing her stunning tits.
I groan loudly at the sight and the desperate tone of her voice. I was supposed to be teaching her a lesson, but I can’t even control myself when I’m around her. I don’t know how I thought I’d be able to hold out.
Without another word, my hand reaches to squeeze one of her breasts, my mouth moving to her other nipple as I bite and suck. Gwen’s moans spur me on. I rub my finger through her arousal before sticking one finger inside, watching as her body tenses around me.
She sits straighter, reaching for my belt. Her small hands fumble with the buckle, and I can tell that she’s trying really hard to concentrate on her task but failing with my finger pumping in and out of her.
The bathroom is nice, but it’s small and kind of stuffy. With our body heat and energy we’re giving off, the air in here is too warm for my liking. It’s not the most ideal place to fuck, but I’m not waiting any longer.
Gwen finally gets the buckle undone, undoing my button and then my zipper before shoving my jeans down my legs. She looks down to my erection which is now tenting my boxers.
I swear I see the heat and want in her eyes as she lets out a small moan. God she’s gorgeous like this. All naked and spread out on the sink like the good fucking girl she is.
Her hands reach for the waistband of my boxers, pushing them down over my hips. Her eyes take in my rock-hard cock before reaching for it and grasping it in her hands.
I let out a pained groan as her fingers brush against the tip, collecting the small drop of precum onto her thumb before licking it off.
Holy fucking shit. Jesus Christ, this girl.
She begins to pump harder, faster, and I pull my finger out of her wet pussy to grab her wrist.
Her ocean blue eyes look at me with confusion, and I hate myself for making her stop because it felt so good. But I don’t want her to make me come yet.
“I want to come inside of you,” I tell her in a low, husky tone. I push her back toward the mirror and pull her hips forward until her ass is practically hanging off of the counter. She bends her legs, holding them in the air above her giving me better access.
“I’m going to devour you,” I growl. Gwen whimpers in anticipation, watching my every move. My heart rate accelerates even more as I take in the sight of her spread legs, her pussy soaked with arousal.
“Please,” Gwen begs, threading her hands through my hair as I fall to my knees in front of her, the counter the perfect height for me to kneel and still reach her.
Before letting myself taste her, I decide to try something. Gwen is stubborn. She doesn’t like being told what to do, and she doesn’t listen. When she gets caught up on something, she will see to it that it’s done to her liking. She thrives on control, which is why she fights me at every turn.
But I have a feeling she’ll like this.
My gaze hardens. “Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there,” I demand. Gwen shoots me a wary look before doing as she’s told, and fucking hell, she looks perfect like this.
I look up at her from my spot beneath her, meeting her eyes, making her squirm. A tingle runs down my spine and stays in abdomen.
Christ, this girl is going to end me.