We both shudder. There’s an unexpected catch in my chest.
He’s into this. Into me. And that makes me think…
What?
That we have a chance in hell of being together?
I don’t know what this means, whathemeans when he says he can’t stay away, but I do know I couldn’t ask him to stop if you paid me.
I do know I feel safe, accepted in a way I never have before with a guy. The stakes are so, so high. But weirdly enough, I also feel like I have nothing to lose.
We’re both adults. If this really is a onetime thing we never talk about again, so be it. I can let loose without worrying about whether or not he’ll come back for seconds.
Might as well enjoy myself, then.
Might as well make the most of this marvelously unexpected moment, the one where I’m in Ryder’s truck, in his arms, his hands all over me.
I am inheavenas he fills me with his finger. He presses the heel of his hand to my clit the deeper he sinks inside me. My cunt flutters around him, my legs beginning to shake, and his other hand moves to my breast and plays with my nipple.
Just like I taught him. The thought that he’s paying attention, that he’s trying to learn my body, my likes, makes my heart swell.
“Ry,” I whisper into his mouth, rocking my hips. “More. Give me…everything.”
He kisses me, his scruff catching on my chin, my cheeks. “You’re so little here, Billie. If you really want to?—”
“I want to.”
“I’m gonna get you a little more relaxed, yeah?” I feel his second fingertip nudging against me. “It’ll feel like a lot at first, but I promise I’ll make it feel good. Trust me to make you feel good? Please?”
I cup the back of his neck and pull him in for a deeper kiss. “Always. You always make me feel good.”
His hand falls from my hair and finds my hip. He holds me steady as he smoothly thrusts his first finger in, then out. He grunts when I try to rock my hips again.
“I know it’s in your nature to ride, but you gotta be patient, yeah? I don’t want you hurtin’ something else. The arm is enough.”
I nod my head, closing my eyes at the sudden rush of emotion that shoots up the back of my throat.
If you don’t care, Ry, then why are you so careful with me?
He slowly—slowly—works his second finger inside me. I moan at the sudden increase in pressure. It’s a pinch that’s painful but wildly arousing too.
The need for release is overwhelming.
He pushes his fingers inside me at the same time he presses my hips down. I gasp at the feeling of fullness. My legs are shaking hard now—I’mshaking hard—but Ryder doesn’t let up.
“You tell me, yeah, if it’s too much?”
I nod, keeping my eyes closed. “I like it when it’s too much.”
Another dark, velvety chuckle. “I had a feeling you might. You’re perfect here, darlin’. You’re gonna feel like heaven. Can you come for me first, though? Let me know you’re feelin’ good?”
I keep nodding, unable to formulate words when his thumb finds my clit. Then he’s using his other hand to thumb my nipple too. He’s kissing my neck, my face, my mouth.
I feel worshipped. Adored.
I feel overwhelmed in the best, most terrifying way.
Together, we chase my orgasm. Or really, I hold onto Ryder for dear life while his fingers bring me closer and closer to release. He’s got both fingers fully inside me now, and when he begins to thrust, I shudder so hard that he husks out a groan.
