Chapter 43
Guinevere
R yker’s been teasing me, and I can tell he enjoys seeing me squirm. I, however, am over it. I need him to touch me. I’m going to crazy if he takes any longer.
Ryker dips the spoon back into the ice cream, taking a big scoop, and bringing it to my mouth. I instinctively lick my lips as I take it in, tasting the sweet ice cream.
Without warning, he dips his fingers into the bowl and scoops up a generous amount of the cold, creamy dessert. My eyes widen in surprise as he traces a path of the ice cream down my chest, stopping to circle my nipples.
My breath hitches at the cold sensation, and my breathing becomes rapid. What is he doing?
I begin to squirm under his cold fingers, but he holds me down so I can’t move.
“No moving. We wouldn’t want to get ice cream all over your sheets, now would we?” Ryker asks in a teasing tone. I just stare at him because I’m honestly at a loss for words. I’ve never done anything like this, and I think I love it .
Ryker dips his spoon in the bowl and picks up another scoop and hovers it right between my breasts. I wait, my heart going wild.
Bringing the spoonful of ice cream down to my chest, I hiss when the cold touches my skin. Goosebumps rise all over my body as Ryker drags the ice cream down my belly, stopping at my bellybutton. He circles it with the spoon, the ice cream dripping into it. God, I’m going to be a sticky mess after this, but I can’t even bring myself to care.
He uses his tongue to lick the ice cream off my naval before trailing his tongue all the way back up to my lips. I can taste the mint on his lips, and then on his tongue as he dips it into my mouth.
My back arches off the bed as I let out a soft whimper into Ryker’s mouth.
I pout when he pulls away again, until he grabs another spoonful of ice cream and backs down my legs so he is kneeling between them. Bending them so my knees practically touch my stomach, he lowers the spoon down to my inner thigh, leaving a wet, cold trail up to my bare pussy. He does the same to the other side before leaning down and using his warm tongue to lick it up. Holy shit.
I can feel his hot breath as he gets closer to my pussy, and I want him to kiss me there. I need him to.
“Ryker, please,” I plead. His green eyes peek at me from his space between my legs, and I swear I’m going to come just from the look in his eyes and the feeling of his breathing against my skin. He looks back up at me, a playful smirk on his face. He’s going to make me say it.
“Please what?”
“Please eat my pussy. Make me come,” I sound pathetic, but I don’t care. The feral look on Ryker’s face is worth it.
“My little Rebel, asking so nicely,” he coos, nipping at my inner thigh. “Okay, baby. I’ll make you come,” he promises before diving down and taking my clit in his mouth.
I gasp as the feeling of his tongue circling my clit overtakes me. It feels so good, and I’m so desperate for release that I don’t think this is going to take long at all.
He licks and sucks and my God, I’m going to come. My belly tightens and I can feel the heat spread in my body as my orgasm builds. Ryker must be able to tell I’m close because he grips my hips tightly and keeps me from wriggling underneath him.
“Ryker, I’m going to,” I squeeze the sheets in my fists as my eyes close.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me,” he demands, my eyes popping open as I do as he says, watching him bring me to the edge.
This is so erotic, and it feels so good, and I can’t hold back anymore.
My body tenses and I come hard on Ryker’s tongue, letting out a loud moan and hurriedly covering my mouth with my hand, remembering my roommates are all sleeping.
Ryker groans. “Fuck, Gwen,” he breaths, his eyes flickering with lust. “I fucking love tasting you.”
I breath heavily, still coming down from my orgasm as I stare at Ryker who is wearing a cocky grin on his handsome face.
Sitting up to meet him, I reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. My eyes move over the bandage covering the defined muscles of his torso. My fingers trace the material softly as I look back up to see his wary expression.
“Are you okay?” I ask, realizing now that what he just did may have hurt him. Ryker nods, grabbing my hand and linking his fingers with mine.
“Yes. I don’t even feel it anymore,” he assures me, but I think he’s lying. I can tell he’s still in some pain, but I don’t push.
Pulling my hand from his, I drag it down to the waistband of his joggers.
“Lay down,” I order. His eyes narrow as a smirk plays on his lips, doing as I say and laying down on his back. He winces a bit, and my heart squeezes. I hate that he’s in pain.
I pull his pants down his legs, along with his boxers and watch as his large cock springs free. My mouth actually waters at the sight. Oh, how I’ve missed him .
Straddling him, I smile wickedly, grabbing a spoonful of ice cream and hovering over Ryker, sucking the sweet treat off with a loud, satisfied moan.
“Mmm, delicious,” I taunt, my eyes never leaving his. Then, without warning, I lean down and drag the ice cream-coated spoon across his chest and up his neck, licking it up as I go.
I smile as his hands land on my waist, squeezing me tightly.
“Tease,” he growls playfully, his eyes sparkling with desire.
I pout. “Me? A tease?” I ask in mock offense, and I’m honestly shocked at how sultry and seductive I sound. “You love it.”
Ryker's breath quickens as I lean forward, my breasts grazing his chest as I trace the cold spoon along his neck again, drawing a shiver from him.
I giggle at his reaction and drag the icy metal down his chest, teasing his nipples and making them harden.
“You're so sensitive,” I murmur with a grin. Ryker growls.
Dipping the spoon back into the ice cream, I bring it to Ryker's lips and watch as he takes the sweet offering into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure.
I withdraw the spoon slowly, catching a drop of ice cream that threatens to fall from his lip with my thumb, which I then suck into my own mouth, moaning at the taste.
“I understand now why you were enjoying this so much,” I tell him. “This is fun,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
I move the spoon lower, skipping over the large bandage that covers his ribs, and landing right above his cock. It twitches in anticipation, hard and throbbing as the cold metal draws closer. I deliberately take my time, teasing him mercilessly as I run the spoon along his inner thighs, eliciting delicious shudders from him.
Finally, I reach his cock, and with deliberate slowness, I coat the shaft with the cold, creamy treat, starting from the base and moving upwards. Ryker bucks his hips slightly, unable to control himself as the cold ice cream drips down his length.
“Mmm,” I moan, my eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Scooping more ice cream onto the spoon, I hold it over Ryker's swollen member. I let a drop fall onto the engorged head, watching as it slowly slides down, creating a sticky trail.
I repeat this, covering his length with the dessert, before taking him in my hand and stroking him slowly.
Ryker groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as I pump up and down. I lean forward, my hair falling to the side as I lick off a stray drop of ice cream from his tip. I hum in satisfaction, making his cock twitch between my lips.
“Jesus, Gwen,” he gasps, his hands sinking into my hair. “You're driving me crazy.”
I smile against his length, relishing in the power I hold over him in this moment. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I suck and swirl my tongue, combining the taste of ice cream with the saltiness of his precum. My hand continues to stroke him in perfect rhythm, my fingers coated in the sticky sweetness.
Ryker's hips begin to move in time with my mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I can tell he’s close, so I slow my pace, determined to draw out his pleasure.
I sit up, smiling at him impishly. Ryker groans, his eyes full of desire and frustration.
“Not yet,” I whisper, crawling back on top of him and lowering myself slowly, my eyes never leaving his as I slide down his cock. I gasp at the fullness and Ryker lets out a hiss.
Oh, fuck. This is exactly what I needed. How is it possible for him to feel this good?
I begin to move up and down slowly, getting used to his size. His hands grasp my hips, moving with me as I bounce and grind on his cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” I pant, my hands landing on his chest. Ryker winces and I remember his ribs. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say, grimacing. He chuckles lowly.
“It’s okay, Rebel,” he says as he reaches up to cup my face, his eyes darkening with need. “Now keep fucking me.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped moving .
As I begin to move again, Ryker groans and his hands find my hips again. My breasts bounce with each thrust, my juices coating his length as I ride him. Our bodies move in perfect rhythm.
I lean forward, this time setting my hands on his shoulders as I quicken my pace. Ryker thrusts upwards to meet me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythmic cadence. My whimpers are soft, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as we both chase our release.
“That's it, baby girl,” Ryker growls, his voice rough with desire. “Ride me hard.”
His words send tingles down my spine, and I ride him harder, ignoring the way my body feels like it’s on fire.
“Ryker,” I pant, my head falling back as I feel my core tighten.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commands in a deep, breathy voice.
“I’m yours,” I breathe, trying to concentrate on the feeling of pleasure at the base of my spine. His grip on me grows tighter, and a hand wraps around my neck, squeezing lightly. My eyes pop open and I meet his wild gaze.
“Only mine,” he growls. “No one else’s.”
“Yes, yes. Only yours,” I assure him.
Ryker thrusts into me hard. Once, twice, three times, and I’m about to lose it.
“And I’m yours…” he tells me, his voice softer than before. My heart skips a beat. He’s mine. Ryker Steele, the man that has never been seen in a relationship is giving himself to me. And that feels better than anything I could have imagined.
“I want everyone on this campus to know that you, Guinevere Sharpe, are my girlfriend, and I’m your boyfriend,” he thrusts again, and this time he hits spot that sends me over the fucking edge of the tallest cliff.
My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as my orgasm rips through me. Ryker's hips snap up to meet me, his hands gripping my ass as he moves faster, harder.
“Yesss, baby,” he hisses. “Come for me, Gwen. Show me how good it feels. ”
His words send bolts of electricity through me, and I cry out, my body shaking as my walls pulse around him. Ryker follows, his cock twitching as he releases himself deep inside me.
I fall forward, careful not to hit Ryker’s chest too hard, laying my head on his shoulder. A light sheen of sweat covers us both as our heavy breathing slows down.
Ryker’s chest rises and falls with his breathing as he leaves a light kiss on my temple.
I roll off of him, landing on my back beside him. Staring at the ceiling, I try to think of something to say, but there are literally no words to describe what just happened.
I have never in my life been so turned on, and I certainly never knew that sex could be this fun.