“Nobody does this to me, Ellie. Nobody twists me up inside like you do,” he murmured.
I cried out as he pinched my clit, twisting hard as he slammed inside me over and over. I was spiraling out of control, practically weeping with relief as my body handed itself over to his skilled hands.
My hips banged against the counter as he took me one final time, thrusting so hard I fell forward and collapsed against the cool surface.
“Fuck!” he shouted, filling me so deep that something inside me pinched.
Breathing hard, he trailed his lips up my spine, leaving wet kisses in his wake. My eyes fluttered closed as I gave in to the post-orgasmic feeling of walking on clouds.
Never in my life had I ever been so fucked.
And not just because the man currently inside me was so fucking good at using his cock.
18
RYDER
I wasn’t entirelysure that I had fully thought through what it meant to be friends with her while also fucking her.
Hang out with her.
Don’t be a dick and leave five minutes after fucking her.
Share my life in some way with her.
It all sounded simple enough, but as I laid in her bed the next morning, pretending to be asleep while she stared at me, I wasn’t so sure this would be anything but complicated.
Then again, the sex was phenomenal. And no matter how many times I fucked her, I just couldn’t get enough. Something about her pussy called me to the point of distraction.
But if I was being honest, it wasn’t just her pussy I wanted to spend time with. I really did like her. Every inch of her. She was smart and funny without trying to act smart or funny. There was a level of vulnerability to her that I found one hundred percent addictive. And she wasn’t afraid to try new things with me, which was a huge bonus.
But I could feel her watching me, wondering what I was thinking. Was I still asleep? Was I ignoring her when she wanted to spend time with me? If this was the way it was going to be, I was gonna be in a world of hurt.
She would become a clinger, and the last thing I needed was someone clinging to me when I was still trying to wrap my head around the fuckup of my last relationship.
Still, pretending to be asleep wouldn’t help a damn thing in the end. So, I did what any normal guy did, and I pretended to wake up, stretching my arms over my head before turning to face her and act like it was totally normal that she was staring at me.
Except she wasn’t staring at me.
She wasn’t even in bed.
Frowning, I looked over the edge, wondering if she was hiding on the floor, but there was no sign of her. She was just gone.
Sitting up, I listened for the shower, only to find it silent. There were no other sounds in the house either. How the hell had I misinterpreted the feel of her staring at me?
Because you wanted to wake up with her staring at you.
I dismissed the insane thought and tossed the covers off, grabbing my boxers off the floor. I really fucking hated pulling on last night’s underwear, but what the hell else was I supposed to do?
Heading into the living room, I glanced around, noting the dirty dishes still on the table from our midnight snack between fucking.
“Ellie?”
Nothing.
Walking to the front window, I peered out into the drive and was surprised to find only my vehicle there. There wasn’t even a fucking note.
Not that there should be. This was what I wanted. No strings. Friendship with fucking. And she was giving it to me, so why the hell did I feel like I’d been punched in the gut?
