“Dammit, babe.” The corded muscles in his forearms strained with his hold on the headboard. I leaned down to roll my tongue over the head. My whimper vibrated around him. “You’re fucking tormenting me here.” I rose onto my knees, and holding his cock erect, I used the head to tease my clit, moaning low in my throat. I met Rayden’s gaze as I rolled on the condom. His eyes glowed with flagrant need.
“Do you know what your problem is?”
“Do I have one?” His grin mischievous, he flexed his thighs under me.
“You like to challenge me, but you like the control too.” I lowered myself, letting my pussy slide over him in a slow taunt.
“Jesus, Sianna would just get on my dick before I lose my mind.” Impatient, his hips shifted, his voice tortured.
“What if I challenge you not to move?” I rolled my hips, squeezing my pussy muscles, letting him feel every inch of me.
“What?” His eyes on where our bodies created heated friction, he gritted his teeth. I glanced up at his hands. His white-knuckle grip a serious indication he wanted to touch.
“Don’t move, Rayden, and I’ll ride the fuck out of you,” I teased. He nodded, his eyes turning a darker shade of green, almost black.
I rocked into him, slow at first, then picking up speed. His eyes snapped shut, muscles flexing in his jaw. “Rayden?” A throaty grunt was the only response I got. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his tense chest. He shuddered. I nipped a nipple, and his eyes flew open, his hands tightening on the headboard.
“Fuck me, babe,” he hissed, his green eyes challenging. I rolled my hips again, lifting and rocking. His entire body trembled beneath me. “Faster.” With my palms on his chest, I rotated over his cock, riding him. The drag against my clit stroked my orgasm. He lifted his head, watching me intensely. “Harder.” I did. His hands slipped from the headboard, but just as quickly, he gripped the covers, fisting the material. I don’t think I’d ever taken his control away before, and the view was fascinating. Beads of sweat lined his brow and upper lips. “Deeper, babe.”
Sitting back, I folded my arms behind my head, closed my eyes, and circled my hips, my breasts bouncing with the hard strokes. Each time my lips kissed his crotch, my clit burned, and my orgasm slithered closer.
“Fuck,” Rayden cursed, his hips lifting to meet my thrusts. I was too far gone to care that he’d moved. “Ah, fuck it,” he cursed again and gripped my hips.
He rolled us, hands under my ass, his mouth consuming mine, our tongues dueled, licking and nipping as his weight crushed my chest, and his cock filled me. I panted hard, fighting his control, raking my nails down his back, but he slammed his hips with wicked thrusts, his kiss equally fierce. I couldn’t hold on, I let out a hoarse cry as every inch of my body unraveled, and the brutal climax overtook me.
“That’s it,” Rayden coaxed, not letting up. His merciless kiss stole my breath. His hammering hips, relentless, had me spiraling through another orgasm. My body was still shuddering when he tore his mouth from me, dropped his hands to the bed to support the bow of his back as he groaned through his orgasm. “Jesus, what the fuck was that?” He panted when his body stopped shaking. “You’ve never challenged me before.”
Arching a brow, I grinned, yet somewhere at the back of my mind, the knowledge that the senior Princeton had something to do with my abrupt aggression, mocked me. I stifled my moan. Could things get any worse?
When we finally stepped out of the room, Rayden took me on a tour of the house. If the exterior was anything to go by, the interior was just as exquisite. I gawked, drinking in the low beamed ceilings, intricate artwork, textured walls, and stone floors. I loved the country feel despite the regal look on the outside. My awe with the kitchen had Rayden chuckling. It was a budding chef’s dream.
“Wow.”
“I think you’re the first girlfriend who’s more impressed with my kitchen than my status.” He winked. “Come on. I’ll show you the rest.”
We ended the tour in the observatory. Attached to the main building with views from specific parts of the house, the structure resembled a mini forest complete with flourishing exotic trees, flowers, a streamlined waterfall, and a koi pond surrounded by an array of plants. The entire thing was made of glass with a domed roof and chirping birds.
“This is my favorite part of the house.” I swung around like a little girl who’d discovered a little sanctuary. “It’s gorgeous.”
As we exited the observatory, his father came down the passage. “Rayden?”
“Yes, dad.”
“Now that you’re back, I’m sure you’d like to go pick up a Christmas tree. I was supposed to do it with Kyra today, but you can take her.”
I hung back and avoided looking at Drake while they chatted. After a couple of seconds of studying my fingers and deciding what color nail polish I should get, I snuck a glance upward. I froze as my eyes met his straight on over Rayden’s shoulders. They seemed to search mine. Did I just imagine the amusement dancing there or the cocked brow? My breath caught in my throat.Oh, my God.He did remember me. Without thinking, my teeth grazed over my bottom lip, clamping down and I watched mesmerized as his eyes widened then darkened to an almost sinful shade of grayish-blue. Oh, he definitely remembered.
“Babe.”
It took a moment for Rayden’s nudge to snap me out of my daze. He linked his fingers with mine and led me away. Even though Drake remained where he was, I felt the heat of his stare on my back and resisted the urge to glance over my shoulder. Oh, boy. The only words that filled my head.
