Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Lily
The moment his lips landed on me, I lost all sense of time and location, my thoughts flying out the window.
I became putty in his hands.
Ryker wrapped his large frame around me, his hands moving from my waist, down over my hips, and to my ass. He groaned loudly as he squeezed my ass cheeks and kissed me harder.
His tongue pushed inside, greedy and hungry and ready to explore, and I met him swirl for swirl, tango for tango, as we explored each other, each kiss deeper than the last.
It was as if I couldn’t get enough, my body craving more, as I pushed myself closer against him, my hands gripping his shoulders, the muscles flexing beneath.
I stood on my tiptoes to reach him, his massive tall frame hovering above me, like a Greek God.
I wanted to climb him like a tree and never come down.
When we broke apart, my lips tingled, and my chest heaved. I felt dizzy and heady from his kiss, like I couldn’t stand and so I slipped by arms around his neck and leaned my head against his chest. “Wow.” I mumbled, unable to find another word as I listened to his heart pump wildly.
Ryker buried his face in my hair and inhaled. “Lily, I know we just met but…”
I lifted my head and tilted my chin up, my eyes meeting his. Care and concern and passion, so much passion, reflected at me that my shyness faded away. “But it feels as if we’ve known each other forever?”
He nodded. “I’ve never felt like this before. I want you, Lily. So fucking bad.”
Shivers ran down my spine. A deep ache settled between my legs, unlike anything I’d felt before. An ache only he could soothe. “Me too.” I whispered, and then his lips were on mine again.
The kiss grew hot and passionate quickly, tongues swirling together as hands roamed.
His muscles beneath his shirt were hard and rippled, and I wanted to see him naked, needed to see him naked.
I tugged at his shirt as his hands roamed over my curves before moving to my breasts, cupping the large mounds, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the fabric of my dress.
A dog barked in the distance and snapped me out of my daze. I jumped back and looked around. The last thing I needed was one of my neighbors seeing me make out. “Want to come inside?”
If only Whitney could see me now…
“I’d love to.”
I didn’t give myself a chance to think as I led Ryker inside, not about what would happen after, or if it would get awkward, but only about what he’d look like naked in my bed.
And I couldn’t wait to see.
Inside, Fluff, my white cat, greeted us at the door with a meow before scurrying off to the kitchen. “Don’t mind her, she’s a goober.” I said with a laugh. “Now where were we?” I asked as I fisted his t-shirt and pulled his face down to me. Damn, I was getting ballsy. I liked it.
“I think we were here.” Ryker said as he leaned in and kissed me softly.
His hands slid down over my ass once more and grabbed my cheeks, lifting me into his arms at the same time he lifted my dress.
I squealed, the movement unexpected, as I wrapped my legs around him, my dress bunching around my hips.
Ryker walked backwards until he hit a wall, spinning us around so my back was now up against it.
We kissed and kissed as our hands explored, my body sliding down out of his arms, my feet on the ground.
We quickly undressed each other, pieces of clothing flying around the room one by one, his t-shirt and jeans, my dress, now heaps of fabric on the floor.
He stepped backwards, his eyes running down my body, now in only my bra and panties, and he whistled low. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I feasted for myself on his own physique, drinking in his muscles from his biceps to his chest, down his six-pack abdominal muscles, all of his taut skin covered in ink.
Heat flooded my panties, and I squeezed my legs together.
He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. How? How was this happening?
“I need to pinch myself.” I choked out.
Ryker chuckled, the sound low and deep. “No bruising your perfect skin, baby. Take off your bra,” He commanded.
Heat flooded my skin, goosebumps scattering across my skin. It was fucking hot.
I reached around and unhooked the clasp, letting the straps fall past my shoulders and down my arms, my heavy breasts tumbling out.
Ryker licked his lips. His very noticeable erection strained beneath his boxer briefs and my mouth watered at the same time a wave of panic rolled through me. “Now your panties, sweet girl.”
A lump formed in my throat and I gulped down air. I shimmed slowly out of my panties and kicked them to the side. Ryker’s eyes darkened as they fell down my body and, in one swift movement, he lifted me onto the kitchen table, laying me out before him.
His eyes never left mine as he pulled off his boxers, his large dick upright and stiff between his legs. He watched me, holding my gaze intently as one of his hands fisted his thick shaft. He moved it up and down, over his balls, and back again, pre-cum glistening from the top.
“I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want you right now, Lily.”
I squirmed beneath his gaze, ready to explode with want and need, my insides yearning in a way I’d never experienced before.
Ryker stroked his cock as his head fell back, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Touch yourself.”
A hot flash pulsated through me. “W-what?”
He opened his eyes and met my gaze. “Touch yourself. In front of me. I want to watch.”
I swallowed hard, inhaled deeply, and brought my hands over my breasts, feeling and cupping them as I played with my nipples. I moved my hands lower and lower, past my stomach until I reached my core. I dipped my finger in hesitantly, unsure of what felt good and what I liked.
“Baby, have you ever touched yourself before?”
Looking away, I shook my head.
Ryker hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face back towards his. “It’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. Now you can learn. Explore yourself. Find out what you like. I’d be happy to be your teacher.”
He covered my hand with his and guided it between my legs, leading me with his finger as he rubbed circles over my clit.
He dipped his fingers lower and coaxed out some juices, rubbing them along my seam and spreading the wetness.
I wiggled on the table, desperate for release, my need growing faster by the second. “Perfect. Just like that.”
“It feels so good.” I panted.
“You look so fucking good. I need to taste you, Lily. Please.” Ryker nearly begged. He didn’t have to. I welcomed it.
I spread my legs wide, and that’s all it took for him to read the message loud and clear.
Ryker’s mouth landed on my clit and that was it, I was done for.
A complete goner.