Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
noia
Ryder’s back.
After tossing and turning for over an hour, I’m still wide awake, my body still humming with frustration from him edging me earlier.
His heavy footsteps move through the house. The refrigerator door opens and closes before I hear the water running in the kitchen sink. Then his footsteps head down the hall toward his bedroom.
Silence falls over the house again.
Thirty minutes later, still unable to sleep, I slip out of bed. My heart hammers against my ribs as I tiptoe down the stairs in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts. The steps creak beneath my feet, and I freeze, but the house stays quiet.
I make my way down the hall to Ryder’s bedroom. The door is open a crack with a sliver of moonlight spilling through the gap.
Pushing it open just enough to slip inside, I quietly close the door with a soft click and lean back against it, heart thundering in my chest.
Sprawled across the bed, he has one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach.
The moonlight streaming through the window bathes his tattooed skin in silver, highlighting every dip and curve of muscle.
Wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, the sheets are tangled around his ankles.
Breath catching, I step further into the room. Even in sleep, he looks powerful, dangerous.
Then I have a wicked idea.
Careful not to disturb him, I move to the edge of the bed and slowly climb onto the mattress, my weight barely shifting it as I crawl between his legs.
Still a little drunk, I bite my lip to hold back a giggle as I reach out and lightly trace my fingernails up the length of his shaft through the fabric. To my delight, his dick responds immediately, thickening and growing hard from my touch.
I glance up at his face. His breathing has deepened, but his eyes are still closed.
Feeling even bolder, I hook my fingers into the slit of his boxers and gently pull his cock free. When it springs up, fully erect, I have to stifle another giggle.
I lower my head and take him into my mouth, sucking gently on the tip.
Ryder draws in a sharp, shuddering breath, but doesn’t wake.
Slowly, I suck him deeper into the back of my throat, watching his face as I do. When he groans low in his throat and grows even bigger in my mouth, I can’t help but smile around him.
Just as I’m getting into a rhythm, enjoying the taste and feel of him, I find myself pinned to the mattress with Ryder looming over me, eyes blazing into mine.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growls, voice rough with sleep and arousal.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I wanted to see if I could make you give in first? But since you don’t seem to be into it...”
I try to get up but he quickly lowers his body on top of mine so I can’t move.
Trapping my hands above my head, he spreads my legs with a knee and begins to thrust, rubbing his cock against my clit.
“I can make myself last a lot longer than you can, kitten.”
He keeps thrusting, his breaths becoming labored.
“Oh, fuuuck.”
“That’s right.” He tucks his mouth against my neck and begins to suck. Hard.
Pleasure ratchets through my body and I moan, but when I realize he’s giving me a hickey, my eyes fly open.
“Ryder! Stop!”
His mouth leaves my neck with a pop and he rolls off me, panting hard. “Go back to your room, Noia,” he growls.
Feeling somewhat ashamed, I rise shakily from the bed. When I reach the door, his voice cuts through the dark from behind me.
“You’re not going to win this war, kitten. Unless you beg, I’m not going to fuck you or let you come.”
Mentally beating my vagina into submission, I go back upstairs and flop onto my bed. It feels like forever before I’m able to drop off to sleep.