Chapter 42 #2
Before she can say a word, I capture her lips with mine. Hungry and desperate, a week’s worth of pent-up desire unleashes in an instant. Her mouth parts on a gasp, and I take full advantage, sliding my tongue against hers as my hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against me.
She moans into my mouth, grinding on my cock, fingers tangling in my hair, the friction the best kind of exquisite torture.
“I want to come,” she breathes against my lips.
“Show me how much,” I growl, gripping her hips as she starts to move.
Her head falls back as she starts to ride, the pressure building with each roll of her hips. The firelight dances across her flushed skin. She looks otherworldly, beautiful beyond words.
“Ryder,” she whimpers. “Please.”
“Please what, kitten?” I ask as I tuck my hands under her flannel and slide it down her arms, leaving her in just her T-shirt. I trail my lips down the line of her throat, flicking the tip of my tongue against her fluttering pulse, savoring the taste of her skin.
“I need... I need...” Her breath hitches as I suck at the pulse point below her ear and shove my hand under her shirt.
She moans.
“Use your words,” I demand, shoving her shirt up and latching my mouth onto her nipple.
“You,” she gasps. “I’ll do anything you want. Just let me come. Please.”
Her desperation pushes me past my breaking point. I stand, lifting her with me before setting her back on her feet.
“Take off your jeans.”
Her eyes widen, darting around. “Out here?”
“There’s no one around for miles,” I remind her. “Just us, the mountains, and the stars. You just said you’d do anything to come. And I’m going to hold you to it.”
She hesitates for only a second before she starts to unbutton her jeans.
Slowly, torturously, she peels them down her legs, revealing a pair of simple black cotton panties that somehow look sexier than any lace I’ve ever seen.
Once they come off, I sit back down on the log and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
Confusion flashes in her eyes as her lips part in surprise.
“Lie face down across my lap,” I instruct, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls with each stuttering breath. “Now.”
Eyes never leaving mine, she takes two tentative steps before positioning herself across my lap on her stomach.
The fire casts flickering shadows across her bare legs, and I take a moment to appreciate the view—her perfect ass barely covered by those black panties and the smooth expanse of her thighs.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, running my palm over the curve of a butt cheek.
She trembles beneath my touch as I map slow circles over her skin, gradually moving inward toward the edge of her panties. Restless, she wiggles her butt.
But I’m going to take my time, and in doing so, she is going to come—hard.
“Stay still,” I command. Sliding my fingers under the waistband, I tug them down just enough to expose her ass. “I’ve been thinking about doing this to you for days.”
My quick slap startles a gasp from her lips.
Rubbing in slow circles, I do it again, a little harder this time.
She moans again.
My cock is throbbing painfully, but I have to remind myself this isn’t about me right now, it’s about her.
Hooking my fingers, I slowly drag her panties down her thighs.
Once she’s fully exposed, I run my palm over her bare ass, grinning at the goosebumps rising beneath my touch. “You’ve been driving me crazy for days, you know that?”
“You’ve been driving yourself crazy.”
“Bad kitty,” I chuckle as I push my fingers between her legs, finding her already slick and swollen. “Mmm, but always so wet for me.”
I graze her entrance with my middle finger, barely dipping in before withdrawing again, making her whimper as she tries to push back against my hand.
“Stay still,” I growl, landing another smack on her ass, making her gasp. “Or I’ll stop.”
“Ryder,” she pleads. “Don’t tease.”
But that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I slide one finger into her heat, so slowly she trembles and lets out a shuddering breath. “I’m going to take my time with you, kitten. Make you feel every…” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Thing.” Thrust.
With my finger fully seated inside her, I stop, feeling her inner walls pulse for a moment before I withdraw, slowly curling my finger and dragging it against her sensitive spot on the way out.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, fingers digging into my unscarred calf.
“You like that?” I ask, repeating the motion as I add a second finger.
Her only response is a desperate whimper as she lifts her hips, trying to thrust herself against my fingers.
Establishing a deliberate and torturous rhythm, I push in deep, curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot, then withdrawing completely. Each time she gets close, I slow down or stop, keeping her right on the edge.
“Oh, god,” she begs, voice breaking.
My cock is so hard right now, I could come in my jeans just from watching her writhe in my lap.
“It’s okay, baby. You can take it.” I add a third finger, stretching her further. The firelight catches the slickness coating my fingers as I work her over, the wet sounds of her arousal making my dick throb.
Her thighs start to quiver, and I know she’s close. I immediately slow my pace, keeping my fingers buried deep.