“That was amazing.” She gasps softly when I pull out and tuck my cock back in my pants. “Still hate me?”
Yanking her dress down, I spin her around, finding those honey-colored eyes glistening with satisfaction.
“Nothing changed. You got what you wanted, right?”
She smiles, stamps a kiss on my cheek and walks away, throwing a soft “Good night, Ryder” over her shoulder.
20
Bianca
The moment I wake up from my Ryder-filled dreams the next morning, soaking wet, I groan into the pillow.
Sex with Ryder was the most idiotic idea I’ve ever had.
The electric desire inside me demanded his touch and I caved. I asked. No, Idemandedhe fuck me.
And he delivered what I thought I needed. What I thought would cure me from walking around wet and needy.
I thought a hard fuck would be enough. That one orgasm on his cock was all I needed. That I’d move on with my life as soon as my legs stopped shaking.
Boy was I wrong.
Feeling him so close acted like the most addictive drug in the world. I knew as soon as he grabbed my wrists and spun me around that I was in trouble.
Instead of this inconvenient lust dissipating, I want Ryder that much more. I want his cock, his hands, and most of all, I want his lips.
He didn’t kiss me last night...
My mind compensated, filling my dreams with his kisses.
I flip onto my tummy and drown out another frustrated groan with the pillow.
Ryder made me come harder than I ever thought possible. I should be good for months, but here I am, slipping my fingers into my panties to circle my clit.
The walls in Ryder’s condo aren’t paper-thin. I couldn’t hear a thing once I closed the bedroom door behind me, not even the music playing in the living room.
Still, I don’t dare take any chances, sinking my teeth in my bottom lip, my face buried in the pillow. My touch has nothing on Ryder’s. It’s his fingers I crave, not mine, but we agreed we’d only allow ourselves one good fuck, so I’m left with my own questionable skills.
I close my eyes and imagine Ryder towering over me, caging me in, his warm breath on my cheek, that low voice demanding I beg for release. A minute later, I see stars.
The desired pleasure ripples across my nerve endings, nowhere near as potent as the orgasm Ryder coaxed out of me.
It’ll have to do.
With my makeup bag in hand, I exit the bedroom. As soon as I sneak past Ryder’s kitchen where he’s brewing coffee,shirtless, I’m back where I started... horny, needy, panties soaked, and head full ofhim.
Full of his kisses.
Maybe I wouldn’t be this frustrated if he’d kissed me last night. I’m dying to know what he tastes like. Whether his lips are as demanding and greedy as his cock.
He told me he’d push me away if I tried kissing him. He told me he doesn’t like me. Granted, he fucked me stupid, but not before highlighting that it’d only be once, so why the hell am I still daydreaming about him while brushing my teeth?
Why have I not slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt before leaving my bedroom?
Why am I wondering which of the six sexy dresses I packed I should wear for our ride home?
Because I want him. I want him to show me howhefucks. Last night he did what I wanted. Hard, fast. Is he always like that? What would his kisses on my neck feel like?
