I start lifting my hips up and down, riding his cock, letting his piercings inside me drive me insane. He holds my hips and starts fucking me from the bottom hard enough to make my titties bounce like he wanted.
“Fuck, Ryder.” I start meeting him thrust for thrust, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room, but neither one of us care anymore. He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me down to grind my clit on his pubic bone. “Oh god,” I breathe, “That feels so good.”
“Come on my cock again,Il mio sole.”
I tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him like my life depends on it. My orgasm is teetering on the edge, so my hips start moving erratically with his. “I’m going to come,” I moan, jerking my mouth away from his. He places his mouth over the mark he left behind the other day and sucks hard. “Ryder!”
He kisses me again, but it’s too late to hide that one. “Hands and knees,Il mio sole,” he slaps my ass, making me moan again. “Fuck. Now.”
I flip over to my hands and knees, and he’s inside me before I even get my hands planted on the bed. He grips my hips and starts slamming into me, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know he’sgoing to leave bruises, his thighs slapping against mine. “Fuck me, Ryder,” I encourage.
“Shit,” he hisses and ups his speed. “Rub your clit. Give me one more.”
I reach down between my legs and start rubbing my clit in tight circles. With the way he’s fucking me, it won’t take me long to come, especially since this position makes him even deeper. Noises are coming out of me that I’ve never made before, whimpers and moans, and it just seems to spur him on. “There you go,Il mio sole,” he says when he feels me tighten. “Give it to me.” He slaps my ass, and I explode, burying my face in the bed and screaming his name.
I feel his thrusts start stuttering before feeling him swell inside me. He empties into my pussy with a long groan, holding himself as deep inside me as he can.
“Fuck, Alessa,” he groans, and it almost sounds pained.
His fingers flex on my hips before he slowly pulls out with a gush of his come. I can feel it running down the inside of my thighs. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he breathes. He takes his fingers and gathers up his come before shoving his fingers back inside of me.
It is the most caveman thing ever, but hot as fuck.
My legs collapse from under me. He lies beside me, gathers me to his chest, and lets me use his arm as a pillow. He laces our hands together and lays them on his stomach. We lay there for a few minutes, allowing our breathing to even out, with him kissing my head every so often. He tilts my face up, kissing me so slow and sweet that I just melt into him. He pecks my lips and nose before pulling me tighter to his side.
“So, your cock is pierced,” I say, breaking the silence.
He barks a laugh. “Yeah. I got it done about four years ago.”
“Why in the hell would you let someone shove a needle through your cock five times?”
He gets quiet, so I look up at his face, and he has a faraway look in his eyes. “I think I did it to punish myself.”
I frown. “Why?”
He clears his throat. “For not getting to Dex in time.”
I roll over to lay both arms on his chest with my chin on them. “That wasn’t your fault, Ryder. No one could find him.”
I remember that day like it happened yesterday. Dex had been at Club Maximus like he was on most weekends for my dad; Frankie’s men grabbed him from the parking lot, getting into his car. I watched with my heart being ripped out as Dad and his men got ready to go find him; they looked for weeks and ultimately determined he was dead when there was no sign of him.
“I was the one who started the fight with them the weekend before. It was supposed to be me they grabbed.”
“What?” I ask, shocked. I didn’t know that part, and I know they fought with Frankie’s men the weekend before because I was there. It was one of the biggest brawls I had ever witnessed.
“I was supposed to be at Maximus that weekend, but your dad sent me somewhere else last minute and sent Dex instead. It was supposed to be me,” he says harshly, blaming himself for what happened to Dex.
I smooth my hand over his cheek until he looks at me; his dark eyes are pained. “Nothing could have changed what happened that night.”
Or any night, for that matter. The night Dex was grabbed, the night Frankie’s men took me, Holden being sold to the highest bidder by his uncle, the list goes on and on. We just learned to deal with it, usually in the unhealthiest ways, but we did it anyway. There are plenty of times I just wanted to end it. Bite the bullet, literally. But the man I’m currently looking into the eyes of stopped me every time, even though he doesn’t know it.
He pulls my face up, giving me a long, slow kiss; he pulls back and looks into my eyes again. “I’m so fucking happy you forgave me,Il mio sole, and I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.”
“We used to be able to talk to each other about anything without fighting; we need to find that again.”
He nods. “I know.”
I’m still not sure Ryder can handle seeing me with the other guys, but he promised he would try.
