Chapter 6 Ryder #2
“Want to talk about it?” I stroke my fingers through her soft hair, studying her. I couldn’t be there for her back then, but the least I can do is to be here for her now.
She shakes her head. “No.” Those lusty eyes gaze up at me, brimming with desire. “I’d rather not talk,” she says, and I nod at her suggestion. My heart is roaring in my ears, and my fingers are trembling.
“Then we won’t.” I scoop her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my hips.
My lips crash to hers as we stumble to the hotel bed.
Falling onto the white covers, our mouths collide.
Kissing from starvation, our tongues war, and our mouths feast. My hands slip around her neck, and her fingers claw through my hair as we wrestle for more.
She’s on her back, unbuttoning my shirt when I trace my way down her neck and collarbone.
She tastes like honey and lavender, and all mine.
My lips trail into the plunge of her neckline as she drags my shirt over my shoulders.
I pull the thin material of her blouse and the cup of her bra to the side, and a beautiful, dark, pointed nipple pops out.
I lash my tongue at it, and she moans, her pussy pumping against my core.
She reaches for my pants button and struggles to undo it when I crawl down her body, lift her skirt, and roll down her panties.
Her beautiful pink flower glistens.
“You’re stunning,” I say, lowering on my hands and knees. I close my mouth over her bud as her fingers grip my hair.
“Ryder,” she cries as her legs wrap around my neck, and I lap her sweet nectar as if I’m starved.
“That’s it,” I growl over her folds, sucking. “Come for me, Charlie.” I roll my tongue over her entrance.
“More.” She moans, her hips bucking. She grinds her pussy against my mouth.
And when I slip my tongue into her channel, her walls spasm around it.
She’s already so close. I lap at her, taking my time to taste and feel every exquisite corner.
I plan to finish her before making her come again and again while I’m deep inside her.
“Ryder…” Her hand holds my head, and she crawls from under me.
“What, my love?” I say, dizzy with lust. The words just slipped out of me, but luckily they didn’t seem to freak her out.
“Condom,” she says ravenously, unzipping her skirt with greedy eyes.
She licks her lips as I strip off my pants, even though I wasn’t done with her in my mouth.
Then I remember my condom was in the pocket.
I reach down so fucking hard it hurts. I ruffle through the front and back pockets without luck.
“It’s not in here. Do you have one?” I ask.
She shakes her head, sliding her fingers between her legs.
She puts her hand where my mouth was, and I could lose it.
“You are so fucking hot. Yes, that’s it, touch yourself, baby.
” I crawl up to her and kiss that fat bottom lip she pulls into her mouth.
“I’ve had all my tests,” I say, whispering into her ear as my teeth graze the rim.
It’s true and fucking convenient timing.
I’ll have to thank Lee for that later. He is diligent on the personal health front.
Assuming we’re safe, I’d rather go bareback and feel her skin-to-skin anyway. It’s been so long.
My hand slides down her side as she looks up at me with wide eyes. I put my hand between her legs to part her lips and dive deep in when her palm lands on my chest.
“Condom,” she gasps as I stroke my thick shaft along the vee between her legs.
She lines her swollen lips with my angry ridge, grinding for more.
A few more strokes, and I’ll sink deep inside her.
The place I’ve only been dreaming about for years.
But when I line my swollen tip up with her entry, she pulls her hips away.
I slowly kiss her breasts, drag my tongue over her nipple, and look up at her.
She’s frowning, and the word she just ushered finally sinks into my thick skull.
“Right, condom. Duh. You don’t have one?” I ask her.
Safe sex is obviously important to her. Even though I know I’m clean, I get it. I never have sex without a condom either. But my heart is pounding because I may not have one, and I need her desperately.
“No,” she says, her breath pumping in and out, and I nod with a hard swallow.
“I’ll check my jacket.” I push myself off the bed and stumble around the room, naked.
If I didn’t have one in my pants or wallet, it seems unlikely I’ll have one in my jacket pocket.
With all the headaches in my life, I wasn’t planning to have sex tonight.
I reach for my jacket on a burgundy velvet chair.
“Maybe the front desk has one?” I ask her, already digging through one pocket and coming up empty.
She shakes her head, and my heart sinks. This night is going to hell, even if I’m way luckier than I imagined. My fingertips bump up against a plastic wrapping, and I sigh in relief. Pulling the condom out of my suit jacket pocket, I hold it up.
“Found it.”
Fuck, she’s touching herself again, and I might unload before I’m kneeling on the bed and rolling the wrapping on. She’s already crawling over me on the white duvet and placing her knees on either side of my hips. She slides down on me. Her eyelids fall, and she moans as I curse.
“Fucking hell, Charlie.” I almost lose it right then as I disappear deep inside her. “You feel so fucking incredible.”
But she isn’t wasting any time. Her jaw is slack, and she’s moving over me, greedily taking what she wants.
I can’t complain as I watch her breasts move up and down before she presses them against my chest and buries her head in my neck.
She moans into my skin as she clamps around me, and her inner walls tremble.
Her legs and arms shake, and I follow her to the edge of a violent release.
Panting on our backs, it’s over too fast. But I have no intention of stopping.
I’m only getting started. It doesn’t take long for my semi to revive.
I want more and more. But then I remember I only brought one condom.
Still, it’s worth a try. I snuggle into her, tracing my fingertips over her curves as my blood pools between my legs.
There are other things we could do like having another taste of that delicious pussy again, though I’d rather spend all night inside her. I reach for my phone.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Ordering more condoms.”
“Ryder, you need to go. I have an early morning flight tomorrow. I’ll only have three hours of sleep if I’m lucky.”
Gut punched, I nod. “No worries.” I’m crushed. Did this not mean anything to her?