Steady hands trail over my stomach, making me shiver with every brush of his fingers. His body pulls back from mine just long enough to unbutton my jeans and shove them down my thighs. I kick anxiously to get them off.
And then he’s there. Bare against my slickness.
My palms push slowly up every muscle of his chest before clasping around the back of his neck so tight my teeth sink into his lips. Smooth skin teases the inside of my thighs as his weight settles there. His tongue taunts mine, flicking in rhythm with the teasing strokes of his hard length against my clit.
Deeper he kisses me, pressing me flat against the soft mattress. A moan slips from me and into him just as he pushes slowly in, turning my moan into a gasp. His rough palm skims over my nipple as he takes his time. It’s like he’s memorizing the way I feel. Slow and deep thrusts fill every part of me. He readjusts his weight, pulling himself up as he dives deeper in; impossibly deeper. And another shaking moan leaves me as my back arches against the bed.
If I could go back to the first time I saw the prince, high up in that tower, I’d never guess that we’d be tangled up like this now. I was so adamant that I’d keep them all at a distance just to come crashing down with them in the most beautiful way.
Ryder’s … meticulous. I wish I could see his strong features right now as he takes his time pumping into me just right. My hips meet his in a needy way that’s fueled by the tightening feeling deep within my core. But his pace is deliberate, steady, and tormenting.
“Ryder.” His name is nothing more than a rasping word that brings his soft lips back over mine.
He silences my pleading sounds with his mouth but it only makes the feeling in my core tighten.
My palms push down past his shoulders, my nails scraping across his skin as I feel his tensely strung muscles.
Another long stroke of his cock and I’m shaking beneath him. The unexpected release brings a moan to my lips. My sex pulls him deeper as the feeling within me tingles all through my body, through every nerve and every inch of my existence.
A low groan rumbles through his chest but he continues that maddening pace. My thighs clench around him, my legs wrapping around his lean hips. The sheets tangle into his fists as he drags himself up the mattress and deeper into me, pushing my walls to accommodate the length of his cock.
The feeling within me unfurls through my body once more as my nails sink into his shoulder blades and I grind shamelessly against his shaft. I’m gasping into him as another orgasm shakes hard through my core.
Finally, long and endless minutes later, he groans quietly as he stills above me.
Sweat dampens our bodies and I don’t think I could move even if the Iron Bar was on fire. His tense shoulders relax as he releases the tangled sheet. His arms close in around me as his big hands tilt my face up to him once more.
With care, he kisses me slowly, his thickness still filling my sex as he kisses me sweetly and innocently.
“I told you we were best fucking friends,” he whispers.
A smile pulls at my lips as I continue to kiss him.
Friendship was definitely overrated before now.
***
Sleep consumes me. Pulls me under and never lets go.
Until …
My lashes flutter, my lips parting with a heavy breath as my hips squirm with an intense feeling tingling through me. His tongue slides slowly from my clit all the way down my folds where he swirls deep within me before repeating the process. The fluffy white pillow hides my face as I lie on my stomach. Ryder’s palms skim the curve of my ass and holds my legs wider open for himself as he devours me.
“Ryder,” I gasp his name out as the flat of his tongue pushes hard over my clit. “Ryder, do you never sleep?” I complain as my hips rock against his mouth.
Two fingers sink into me and my palms fist the cool sheets.
I’m flat on my stomach with my ass in the air as he fucks me with his mouth and I have the nerve to complain about it.
Shut up, Kara.
“I hadn’t had sex in over a year. If you think we’re done already, you’re very wrong.” He seals a kiss against my inner thigh as I tremble against his palm.
A few incoherent words mumble from my lips and into the pillow. His fingers wrap around my hips, raising my ass higher. Without another word, he slams into me from behind. He controls our movements, dominating my body with his. Controlling my every move.
I both love and hate it all at the same time.
Every hard inch of him fills me, forcing a feeling of wild energy to coil deep within me. His fingers dig into my skin as his pace quickens. Slowly, his palm pushes across my hip and down my body before his fingers slide slowly over my slick, sensitive clit. Strength surrounds me as his body hovers against mine, only meeting me in the most perfect spot. Faster he strokes my clit. Gasping pants part my lips. The reckless pace of his hand and the pounding rhythm of his hips has me burying my face in the pillow as I come hard on his dick.
