“Uh huh,” he admits, right as he sticks out his tongue, leaning in to lick my clit. I pull my leg off his shoulder and close my legs, standing up to my full height. “What the hell?” he shouts, falling back on his ass on the floor.
“Let’s go dancing.”
“I just claimed you in front of the…what’s the equivalent to the human schools? Royalty?”
“You’re thinking of the ‘popular’ group of kids,” I add helpfully.
“Yes. I claimed you in front of them and now you deny me a reward?”
Pulling him from the floor, I step into Ryker and his spicy scent envelops me to the point I almost change my mind. “You just admitted that I’m the only person you can have sex with, which we’ve already done. So if you want more than that, show me. Let’s dance—then we can rock each other’s worlds later.” I give him a searing kiss that almost has me crossing my own line and taking him right here in the girl’s bathroom, but eventually, we make it back to the dance floor.
“Shit. Where’s the light?” Ryker whispers.
“How would I know? Isn’t this your room?” I say, trying not to trip over something soft on the floor. We’re tangled in each other’s arms as we try to sneak back into his bedroom. Thankfully, no one was up when he got back, but that meant we had to traverse through the area in the dark.
“Oh yeah. Here. Let me get that.” Ryker’s arm grazes across my breast and I giggle at the sensation.
“Ryker. That’s my boob.”
“Yeah, it is.” He chuckles, but it’s cut off when I feel him pull down the fabric and his wet mouth takes my hard peak and rolls his tongue over it.
His talented tongue easily rolls along my heated flesh leaving chills in his wake. Letting out a moan, I grab ahold of his head and hold him to me as I shamelessly grind against the other hand that sneaks up under my dress and cups my pussy.I’m so hot and bothered I’m going to combust without him even fucking me.
“That’s the point, Rez.”
“Well fuck, I didn’t realize I said that out loud. But when in Rome or in an Incubus’ room—” I pant as I feel my orgasm build. We’ve been at the foreplay stage all night while we were dancing. Kisses here, not so innocent touches there. I’m pretty sure I made him come in his pants at least once with the lap dance I gave him in his private booth. Ryker slips two fingers into my aching pussy, pinching my nipple a few times, and that’s all I need to crash over the edge with a moan. My body feels light as a feather as electricity travels through my body—lighting every nerve on fire—while my pussy flutters around his fingers. “Fuck.”
Dim yellowish lights come on, startling me before I begin to laugh. Ryker looks like he’s been attacked by groupies, or in other words, a horny me. His hair is sticking straight up, shirt halfway off one arm, and his pants are undone.
He points at me. “You don’t look much better.” He smirks. I don’t need to see myself in a mirror to know that’s a fact. I lost my ponytail on the dance floor, so I know I'm rocking the medusa look—my hair all sweaty and mussed from dancing and Ryker’s fingers. My breasts are now on display and I have no idea where one of my heels are. I either lost it before or after the portal. But I wasn’t complaining because Ryker carried me all the way back to his place and promised me a good rub down. Now that I think about it though, I don’t think he was talking about rubbing my sore feet.
Speaking of feet, I glance down to see what I was stepping on. “What the hell, Ryker? Is that a blow up doll?” The deflatable plastic is somewhat recognizable, but there’s no way I’m about to touch it. Ryker’s face turns bright red as he rushes over to pick it up, and in his haste I see it’s face. My jaw drops for a moment before I start giggling. Talk about ruining the moment.
Ryker throws the doll into the closet and slams the door before quickly opening it back up, showing the closet now bare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t see anything like that here.”
Hmm. Never thought about doing that to make things disappear before.
“Wow. You really were desperate to get in my panties. Even if they were plastic ones, huh?” I smirk as Ryker stalks closer to me.
“Just keep it up, my little temptress, and I’ll make you pay.”
“But—but—I’m broke. Do you takeplastic?”I take a flying leap onto Ryker’s bed, but he grabs my ankle, stopping my escape. “Eek.”
“Oh no you don’t. I’m gonna make you pay in the best way,” he purrs, flipping me over so I’m on my back.
Leaning up on my elbows, allowing my breasts to stay on display, I give him a disbelieving look. “Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, tie me up and spank me?” I tease.
Without a word, Ryker rips his shirt off over his head, crawls up on the bed and leans over me, making me fall back. I’m too focused on his abs and dick to pay attention to anything, let alone my surroundings. So I don’t even register that he raises my arms above my head until I feel something silky around my wrist and hear a click.
“Huh?” My hands are bound together with a silky type of material and attached to his headboard by a thick black strap.
The sneaky bastard.
“They’re spelled, so you can’t get out of them,” he says, giving me a cocky smirk. I give one right back before I playfully kick him off the bed. He lands with an ‘oomph.’ I can’t contain my laughter at the look of annoyance on his face when he pops back up. “Having problems there, ‘hot stuff?’” I say mockingly.
“Just for that, I’ll have to use these,” he says, and reaches for something at the end of the bed.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” My jaw drops as Ryker brings out two long silk ties and proceeds to lightly tie my ankles to the bed. Afterwards I look at my position and start laughing. I laugh so hard, the bed starts shaking.
