Chapter 25 Pleasure #2
Her attention fell to his impressive girth and the swollen hardness that couldn’t be ignored.
Thick and well-endowed, the head of his cock plumped with his arousal and leaked a tiny bead of pre-cum.
Blood engorged the veins climbing up the shaft, an enticement for her to lick their paths from root to crown.
His cock bobbed with the clenching of his abs, and the slight thrust of his hips betrayed his eagerness for her to begin.
The smoothness of the heavy sac beneath surprised her, and she paused to admire his potency.
Manscaping and Ryker Lyons didn’t belong in the same sentence, but he evidently kept himself trimmed and shaved.
A dusting of hair gathered above his cock and formed a decadent path to the stack of taut muscles sitting low on his abs.
She gripped the base of his erection, a non-tentative hold, and slid her hand up to the crown, twisting slightly as she went.
His shaft was smooth but dry, something she intended to remedy in a moment.
Slowly, she slid her hand up and down his hard length.
Velvet skin covered a shaft of hardened steel, but the skin of her palm dragged against his shaft.
He hissed, and she wasn’t clear if it was because it hurt or felt good.
When she reached the tip, she smeared a drop of pre-cum over her palm and then took a moment to glide her hand over the head, massaging in a circle while the muscles of his jaw bunched.
“Holy fuck,” he said, panting, “that’s torture.”
“Do you like it?” The question was unnecessary, given the way his hips jerked into her palm.
His eyes squeezed shut, and his lips pressed together. “It’s incredible.”
A sense of victory jolted through her body.
Scott had never allowed her to please him this way.
He’d always been the one in charge of his pleasure, often taking before giving.
Not that he’d ever left her unsatisfied, but sometimes, she’d felt more like an afterthought.
The power to bring pleasure to another thrummed through her body, and she took time to enjoy the feeling.
As she slid her hand down, Ryker’s hips bucked, and he hissed with his growing need.
His chin lifted, and his eyes snapped open.
It was all the encouragement she needed to move her hand faster, grip him tighter, and twist with each pass up and down.
But she wasn’t going to let him come like this.
She had something else planned. Adding her other hand, she moved them in a dance up and down his shaft until his breaths tugged, and the cords of his neck stood out.
It didn’t take long before his legs shook, and his hips thrust against an urgent need to fuck.
With him drowning in pleasure, she slowed the pace and changed the tempo to languid caresses.
It was time to lavish attention on his balls and free up his cock for her mouth.
She lifted the heavy sac, not so much stroking it as exploring it, and learned his response to her touch.
She ran her hands over every square inch of his shaft and his balls.
She even trailed them down the muscles of his tree-trunk legs while listening to the hitch in his breathing.
Through it all, she maintained a steady rhythm and used enough pressure to take him toward an eventual explosive end.
His legs trembled, and his fingers shook.
His breaths pulsed out the turbulence of his need.
He was getting close. The pulsation of his cock, the tenseness of his breath, the uncoordinated jerks of his hips—all told the same story.
When she glanced up, she saw it in the darkness of the lust burning in his eyes as he watched her pleasure him.
“I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m so fucking close.”
Keeping contact with his heated gaze, she lifted up onto her knees. “Not just yet,” she said. “I haven’t tasted you yet.”
“Fuck, Tia,” he said, “you’re killing me. If you don’t put me in that pretty mouth of yours, I’m gonna…”
She arched a brow, perhaps daring him to finish that sentence. They’d fucked, but they hadn’t really explored much beyond that. What kind of lover was Ryker Lyons?
“What will you do?” she asked, needing to know that answer.
His entire body stilled, and he reached down to grip her hand wrapped around his cock.
“Don’t push me,” he said. “I’m barely hanging on by a thread here, being gentlemanly and shit with you on your fucking knees.
I want in your mouth, your pussy, and even that tight ass you have.
Are you going to make me beg for it or let me take what already belongs to me?
Which way are we going to jump, Tia? Is that what you’re asking? Because I certainly have an answer.”
She swallowed against the thickness in her throat and clamped her knees together. “I’ve never really…d-d-done that,” she stuttered.
“Done what?” he said. “You’ve never given head? Swallowed? Or are we talking something else here?”
“I don’t know what we’re talking about.” And why did this conversation turn her on more than fisting his cock?
“Have you ever submitted before?” His brows drew together. “Fuck, Tia, tell me that turns you on because I’m dying here.”
“You don’t like what I’m doing?”
His cock was more engorged now than when they’d started, and she’d brought him to the brink of orgasm at least once. Even now, his cock throbbed beneath her hand, pulsing and jerking with his need.
“I fucking like it, but I’m not used to letting the woman take the lead.”
Her eyes rounded with the answer to at least part of that puzzle.
But how far would he take his need? How far did she need him to go?
Neither question had an answer, which left her to flounder.
Suddenly, she didn’t know what to do. Continue to stroke him?
Should she put her mouth on him and trade the hand job for a blow job?
He seemed to want that. But the mood had shifted between them, as if the entire world had wobbled as it found a new center.
Before she could process what was happening, he surged to his feet. His fist gripped the base of his erection, and he reached down to palm the back of her head. “Open,” he said, tapping the flare of his cock against her lips.
Her lips parted, and her mouth opened against the press of his cock. He thrust into her mouth, taking control firmly out of her hands, and then pulled out.
“You and I are going to have a nice, long fucking talk after this,” he said.
“A nice, fucking long talk.” He thrust forward again, lodging himself deep inside her mouth.
Her eyes teared up, and her gag reflex engaged, but he gripped her head in his hand and kept himself buried deep.
“This is what it means to give up control, Tia.” He pulled out while she sputtered and caught her breath.
“Open,” he said, tapping the head of his cock on her lips again. “Don’t make me punish you.”
His words brought a rush of heat to her pussy. It was like a dam had burst within her, releasing something she couldn’t control. She didn’t question what was happening. Didn’t fight her thoughts. She opened for him and let herself go.
Deep, powerful, masculine grunts filled the air as he fucked her mouth with relentless determination to achieve his goal.
Then, his entire body contracted, and hot jets of ejaculate hit the back of her throat.
He continued to move in and out, slowing his pace as the aftershocks of his pleasure ran their course.
The pace of his breaths returned to normal, and he pulled out.
Still long and engorged, his cock jutted in the air in front of her face.
He lifted her and cradled her in his arms.
“Fuck, Tia. Are you okay? Was that too much?”
She curled against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “No. I mean, yes. Yes, I’m okay. And, no, that wasn’t too much.”
“Goddamn, you’re amazing and more perfect than I could’ve ever hoped for.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and he ran a finger from her temple to the tip of her chin. There, he tilted her face up, forcing a collision of their need. “How far are you willing to go?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “That was the first time I’ve ever let someone…”
“Dominate you?”
She gave a nod.
“Are you willing to explore more of that with me?”
She bit her lower lip, terrified by a truth she’d only just discovered.
Admitting it out loud would change everything between them because it was more than simply having sex.
She trusted Ryker with her life, perhaps even her heart as well, and while this whole thing between them was a disaster ready to explode in both their faces, she didn’t care.
She was tired of living half a life and pleasing her partner simply to keep the peace. She wanted to live without fear.
With a deep breath, she nodded once again. “Make love to me,” she begged. “Please? I need to feel you.”
“Let me get dressed. I’ll go find—”
“I have an IUD. I can’t get pregnant, and we’re both clean. Please, don’t make me beg.”
“Oh, you’ll be begging,” he said with a smirk. “On your knees, on your back, with your legs wrapped around my head…”
He spun them around and pressed her back against the cold wall.
She would’ve hissed against the shock of it, except he rearranged her legs and placed them around his hips.
With his tongue deep inside her mouth, teasing and licking, devouring and claiming, he thrust upward and seated himself deep inside her pussy.
And then it began.
He took her against the wall.
He tossed her on the bed.
He bent her against the low dresser and swatted her ass.
Ryker staked his claim, taking her body and making love to her soul. He took her over and over, making her his. She went to her knees. She lay on her back. She wrapped her legs around his hips, his waist, his ass, and his face. All the while, he made love and made her beg for more.
She screamed out his name and collapsed from one orgasm, only to roll right into another. His relentless assault never wavered. He buried his face between her legs and had her writhing against his tongue.
The night passed in a blur of flesh melding against flesh, moans lifting on lips, and cries filled with pleasure and a hint of delicious pain.