Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
noia
“Ryder!” I’m practically sobbing his name by this point. “Don’t stop!”
“Look at you,” he murmurs, using his free hand to stroke my hair before tangling his fingers in it and giving it a tug. “So desperate. So beautiful as you beg me to make you come all over my fingers. I’m going to make you squirt so hard.”
His fingers start to thrust again and this time he adds his thumb into the mix, circling my clit, pumping his fingers even faster.
My breathing turns ragged, my soft cries echoing across the water.
“Such a good girl,” he encourages as my body starts to spark. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream my name so loud, you startle the birds from the trees.”
The pressure is building fast, my body tightening around his thick fingers as he relentlessly works me over. I’m teetering on the edge of something massive, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Oh, god! Ryder, I’m—I—”
And then it hits me, a pleasure so intense my entire body literally convulses as the dam breaks. I feel a gush of wetness burst from my body, and I scream his name into the night as wave after wave takes over, blurring my vision.
“Goddammit, kitten,” he growls, voice thick with satisfaction as he keeps slowly pumping his fingers. “That was fucking beautiful.”
Panting and disoriented, all I can do is lie limp in his lap. I’ve never experienced anything that intense before—never knew my body was capable of it.
“Stand up.”
My panties are still tangled around my ankles, but I manage with help from his hands gripping my waist.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he orders, eyes burning with hunger as he unzips his jeans.
My legs are wobbly as I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it on the ground, then my bra. The cool mountain air makes my nipples pebble even harder.
Transfixed, I watch with bated breath as he frees his thick, hard cock from the confines of his jeans.
“Come here,” he rasps, stroking himself slowly.
Legs trembling, I step between his legs, mesmerized by how the firelight is playing across the veins of his shaft. The head is glistening with pre-cum and he’s so fucking hard already.
“On your knees.”
Heart thundering against my ribs, I sink down before him and look up at him through my lashes.
“Suck,” he commands.
I moan, eagerly taking him into my mouth. His taste is intoxicating—sweet and salty, musk and male.
“Fuck,” he hisses, threading his fingers through my hair. “That’s it, take it all. Take me deep.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I work him with my tongue as he guides my head, setting a pace that has me struggling to take all of him. My hands grip his thighs, and his muscles flex beneath my fingers as he fights to maintain control.
“God, your mouth is so hot,” he groans, tightening his grip in my hair. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
I look up at him, watching his face. His eyes are hooded, jaw clenched tight, the tendons in his neck standing out as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls away, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop.
“Enough.”
Standing, he spins me around and bends me over. Pressing a large hand between my shoulder blades, he holds me in position as he kicks my legs apart.
“Arch your back,” he commands, and I comply instantly, presenting myself to him.
The cool night air caresses my exposed flesh, making me shiver with anticipation. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts.
“Please,” I whimper, pushing back against him.
“Words, kitten.” His voice sounds strangled and rough.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, beyond caring about anything but the need to have him fill me up.
With a primal growl, he thrusts, bottoming out in one powerful stroke. The sensation of being filled so completely makes me cry out, my fingers digging into the rough bark of the log.
“Jesus,” he hisses, gripping my hips hard.
Each thrust is harder and deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin blends with the sounds of his ragged breaths and my desperate moans.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, sliding a hand around to cup my breast, pinching a nipple.
My clit is so swollen and sensitive that the first touch makes my inner walls clench, drawing out a groan from deep inside his chest.
“That’s it,” he urges, increasing his pace. “Make yourself come. I’ll be right behind you.”
Pressure building rapidly, I circle my clit faster. His thrusts become more erratic as the dual sensation of his thick cock stretching me tight and my fingers circling my clit has me spiraling toward another orgasm.
I moan and my legs start to tremble.
“I can feel how close you are,” he grunts, tightening his grip. “Come with me, Noia.”
I scream as I fall, my inner walls clamping around his cock as my body convulses over and over again.
“Fuuuuck!” he shouts as he pulls out, squirting hot ropes of cum on my lower back and ass as he continues to work his cock, milking it for every last drop.
Panting, he pulls up his pants before collapsing onto the log. He cleans me up with some paper towels dampened from his water bottle before gently pulling me into his lap, cradling me against his chest.
Brushing sweaty strands of hair from my face, he kisses my forehead, then my lips. “You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod, still too dazed to form coherent words. The night air is cool on my sweat slicked skin, and I shiver.
“Come on. Let’s get you inside before you freeze.”
Still shaky and barely able to function, he helps me gather my scattered clothes, and leads me to the tent.
“Let me.” He unzips the sleeping bags he zipped together, then helps me get inside the makeshift cocoon.
I let out a sigh as I slide between the layers, the fabric soft and smooth against my skin as he tucks it around me.
“Be right back.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he ducks out of the tent.
I can hear him moving around outside—the splash of water and the hiss of the fire as he puts it out. The sounds of the night are louder now as crickets chirp and the water laps against the shore.
The tent opens to reveal Ryder, naked. Even in the dim light from the small lantern sitting in the corner, I can see every hard plane of muscle, every tattoo etched into his skin.
He slides in beside me, body radiating heat as he pulls me into his arms. I curl against him, resting my head over his steadily beating heart.
His voice is a low rumble against my ear. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
“I’m still...” I search for the right words. “Processing.”
His deep chuckle vibrates against my body. “That good, huh?”
“Shut up,” I mutter, lips twitching. I’m too boneless, too content to manage giving him anymore shit than that right now.
“I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you coming apart like that,” he rasps, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “The way you…” He runs a hand down his face before pulling me tighter against him.
My cheeks get hot. “I’ve never... done that before. The squirting thing.”
His voice is smug. “I could tell.”
“Cocky much?”
“Whatever. You love it.”
Since I can’t deny it, I just huff and snuggle deeper into his arms. The sleeping bag is surprisingly comfortable, and Ryder’s body is like a furnace against the chill of the mountain air.
“Thank you for bringing me here,” I whisper. My brain fuzzes as sleep starts to take over. “For sharing this place with me.”
His breath catches. “I’ve never told anyone the whole story before. Not even Claire.”
“Why me?” I mumble.
“Because you’re different, Noia,” he says, voice dark and serious. “You have been since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
I’m pulled from a deep, dreamless sleep by the sun filtering through the thin fabric of the tent bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. I’m still wrapped in Ryder’s arms, my head on his chest, his steady heartbeat in my ear.
I blink the sleep from my eyes.
“Morning, kitten,” Ryder murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Mmm.” I stretch against him like a cat. “What time is it?”
He shifts slightly to check his watch. “Just after seven.”
“Too early,” I groan, burying my face in his neck and breathing in.
His low chuckle vibrates through my body. “Time waits for no one. Besides, we should probably head back soon.”
With a reluctant sigh, I untangle myself from his embrace and sit up with a wince.
“Sore?” he asks, a hint of smugness in his tone.
“What do you think?” I mutter. Unable to help myself, I grin.
We snack on granola bars as we pack up our gear. I’m impressed with how efficient Ryder is, breaking down the tent and organizing everything with military precision.
The hike back to the truck is a lot easier walking downhill, though my thighs burn in a much different way than they did yesterday.
As we load the gear into the bed of the truck, I steal glances in his direction. His hair is still mussed from sleep and a day’s worth of stubble darkens his jaw, making him look rugged and impossibly handsome.
“What?” he asks, when he catches me staring.
I quickly look away. “Just... thank you for last night. For everything.”
His expression softens and he steps into me, tilting my chin up with a finger. “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine.”
We climb into the truck and head out, back down the bumpy dirt road.
“So, what’s the deal with your friend Jax?”
Ryder’s lips twitch. “You mean besides the fact he fucked Sasha in the alley behind The Brew?”
My jaw drops. “How did you know?”
“Jax told me after you two left.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Apparently, your friend made quite an impression.”
“She says she doesn’t do long distance.” I bark out a laugh. “But I think she likes him more than she lets on.”
“According to Jax, it was her idea.” He glances at me with a grin. “Something about wanting to check something off her bucket list?”
Hiding my face in my hands, I groan.