“What do you want at the library anyway?”
“I wanted to use the computer there to fill out some applications.”
“You can do that when I’m done with you. For now, you are staying here. You got it?”
“Got it.”
“You know what? I changed my mind.” Ryder grins. I look at him, confused. “You can’t borrow my shirt. Take it off.”
“All my clothes are in the washer,” I say, knowing damn well that he is aware of that. All he does is give me a smug look as he shrugs his shoulders.
I stand and grab the hem of the shirt, pulling it up and off my body, leaving me standing completely naked in the middle of the living room. I’m already so used to Ryder seeing me naked that I don’t feel uncomfortable with him. However, my eyesflicker to the back door, hoping that it’s locked and that nobody will come in again, especially someone like Tucker.
“The doors are locked. It’s just us,” Ryder says, as if he was reading my mind.
I fold his shirt neatly and take it back to his dresser. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. Watching every single move I make. Even across the room, I can hear his breathing getting more labored. Goosebumps pebble cross my arms and not because I’m cold. Quite the opposite, I feel like my skin is on fire. Knowing that Ryder wants me and that he is going to have me whenever he wants has my blood heating and my heart racing in my chest.
He doesn’t say anything, and I won’t initiate anything even though part of me wants to. I won’t be admitting it out loud in a million years, but part of me craves Ryder’s touch. He’s awakened something in me I didn’t even know existed.
I walk into the kitchen to dry and put away the dishes I washed earlier before wiping the counters off again, even though I’ve already done it twice.
“Hey, little owl, come here when you’re done cleaning,” Ryder calls for me. The low, seductive tone of his voice sends another wave of goosebumps across my skin.
I gulp, drop the wet rag in the sink, and dry my hands on a towel before walking into the living room area. With each step, the moisture between my thighs grows, and the heat inside my core rises. When I stop in front of where Ryder is sitting, my gaze immediately falls to the sizable tent in his shorts.
“See anything you like?” Ryder teases, and my face turns a shade darker.
Yes. I see something I like.
Chapter 10
Ryder
Her tongue dartsout to moisten her lips, and I feel a bead of pre-cum on the tip of my dick. This control I have over her is like a drug I can’t get enough of, a dangerous habit I can’t quit. I’m used to controlling people. Most fear me, and rightfully so. But I don’t think Penny is actually scared of me—no, there is another kind of control I have over her. More powerful, even. She wants me, she would never admit it, but I can tell she does. She likes my touch, maybe even needs it, definitely wants it. Her body craves me, and I crave the power that it gives me.
Dipping my thumb into my waistband, I pull down my shorts to free my throbbing length.
“Turn around and sit on my dick.”
Still completely naked, she turns, giving me a magnificent view of her perfectly shaped ass. Slowly she bends and sits on my lap, guiding herself onto my rock-hard erection. She is so wet that I slide inside of her with ease—her tight walls surrounding me like a silky-smooth glove tailored to me.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her down, filling her until the tip of my dick hits the end of her channel, and my balls slap against her skin. She gasps, and her hands fly back and land on my thighs to steady herself. For a moment, I just enjoy the feel of her, the way her tightness grabs my dick, and her small hands feel on my legs. She twists her head, craning her neck, and looking at me over her shoulder as if she is waiting for my instruction.
“Bounce up and down,” I order as I push her up an inch before pulling her back down, showing her how I want her to move. She moves hesitantly but tries to mimic the movement.
After a few tries, she falls into a steady rhythm, stroking my cock with her pussy. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her down, thrusting my dick even deeperinside. Her tiny nails dig into my thighs in response, and I relish the sting of pain that comes with it.
Her head falls back, and strands of her long brown hair tickle the skin on my stomach. She moans softly, and suddenly I have the urge to look at her face, see how much she is enjoying this.
“Turn around,” I say, pushing her away from me briefly.
She follows my command immediately, getting up to turn around and straddle me again, this time facing me. As soon as she is on my cock, I realize that this was a bad idea. With her face only inches from mine now, this feels too close. I need to stay detached. This is too intimate, and I don’t like it.
What I do like, however, is how she moves now, riding me like her life depends on it. It feels so fucking good; I don’t even care that she has her hands on my shoulders, touching me like we are lovers. Because what matters is her grinding her pussy down on my cock until the tingle in my spine tells me I’m about to come. I close my eyes and let my head fall back to the couch cushion, letting her do all the work.
With my eyes closed, I try to imagine her being someone else, maybe one of the club whores I used to fuck, but when I do, this doesn’t feel as good anymore. Only when I peek at her again and see her flushed face in front of me does the tingle in my balls return.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
