“We came together, hoping to divide and conquer the mundane admin running a business requires. If you’re home, we won’t be here, so that’s all we were doing.”
“Good. Rye will call when we get on the road. And then we’ll be home for breakfast.”
As soon as we say goodbye, I head for the shower. Once we’re travelling, the motion and the confined space doesn’t work for me. I don’t bother washing my hair since we’ll be home soon, but I stay under the spray long enough to fog the bathroom.
Walking back out in one of Dominic’s button-up shirts, Istart packing, getting ready to leave. It’s not long until Ryder messages and lets me know he’s walking over. I’d love to run out and meet him but simple things like that are impossible when you’re hiding your identity.
I sit on the top of the kitchen table, towels and wet wipes next to me, ready for him. The door whooshes open, before it shuts just as quickly. The instant he hears the door lock he throws off his mask. I hold out the wipes, and he doesn’t talk as he gets off as much of the makeup as he can without taking a shower.
And then he’s standing between my legs, his hands cupping my face, his lips on mine. I can feel the post-performance energy under his skin, it makes him tense up leaving his body coiled like a spring.
“Rye,” I whisper against his mouth, but it takes a while until he stops kissing me before he answers with a hum.
I push him gently away, then undo the one button holding my shirt closed, letting it slip off my shoulders. Leaning back over the table, I allow my legs to fall open in silent invitation.
He traces his callused fingers over the tops of my inner thighs, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Question, interest, love, stares back at me.
“Please, Rye.”
He goes to squat down, but my feet kick up, catching him under his arms. I’d never be able to pull it off for a second time, but it’s exactly what I wanted to happen.
“No,” I whisper, before shocking him. “I want the full groupie experience tonight.”
“Only groupies I’ve fucked, Simona Torres, were your other Alphas.”
“Really?”
He laughs, answering with a nod of his head. He trails his finger up higher, and his touch adds to the heat slowly spreading over me. I rest one of my feet on the edge of thetable, letting my knee fall to the side and using a finger to part myself to show Ryder how wet I am.
Our sex life is slowly getting better. I want it to get back to where we were, where they weren’t worried I’d break. I love them for being so considerate, but I need my Alphas back.
Wiggling down until my feet touch the floor, I undo his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders so it falls on top of mine. Leaning forward, I lick my tongue over his chest. His skin is still damp from his concert. I swear I can taste his energy tonight. When I tug on his nipple ring, he folds one of his hands around the back of my head to keep me there while he starts fingering me.
“Sin, you’re fucking saturated.”
I bite down then toss my hair to the other side and lick my way up his chest, stopping at my mark on his throat. I lick over the scar, teasing the beast within and coaxing him out to play. Another nip, and I stand taller, latching on to his ear lobe, teasing him by sucking and licking it. A grunt of pleasure and another finger inside my pussy are my reward.
Dipping down and shimming around until I’m under his arm with my back pressed to his chest, he has to lean forward to keep fingering me.
“You want me to bend you over the table and fuck you, baby?”
He pinches my clit, and I pull at his pants, desperation flaming between us. I want us to get engulfed and lost in each other.
Falling forward, I bite my lip to stop my whine when he pulls his fingers free. Noises are amplified and I can hear his buckle open before he rips down the zipper. His hand claps around my hips, his tongue licking up my back, making me arch.
I turn so he can see the desire flushing my face. “Hard and fast, rock star.”
He slaps my ass in warning before surging inside in one brutal thrust.
I cry out. And it feeds his desire, calls for his beast, exactly like I hoped.
He has one hand pressed over my shoulders holding me down and the other on my hip keeping me still. Ryder pushes in before dragging himself all the way out. I have to hold on to the edge of the table as he keeps doing it, dipping in deeper, pulling out faster. My core throbs as my pleasure trickles. It won’t take long of being owned like this and I’ll be coming all over his cock.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven. My cock looks so good inside this tight little hole, Sin,” he says before surging right back in. “Your pussy keeps begging me for more.”
Ryder falls forward, and he drives in and out, harder, faster. He feels too big inside my body, but it’s a freeing feeling being stretched, and owned. I don’t want him to stop. I push my ass back, needing him deeper. His hands slide over mine, and he binds our fingers together. I feel so safe pinned down under him; my scent thickens, and my slick pools.
Ryder lifts one of my feet up to rest on the bench seat. He slides back in slower, testing the new angle, and my eyes roll backwards. His swollen knot presses firmly against my pussy, and he grinds himself over my clit until I whimper over and over.
