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I do as he demands and rest my arms at my sides, aware of every move he makes behind me with anticipation for what’s to come next. Ryker sits the bottle on the nightstand next to his bed, and I groan when he digs his hands into my thighs.
My skin is on fire where his skin touches mine, almost as though I’m still under the hot spray of water, and I’m desperate to rub my thighs together to scratch the itch burrowing its way inside of me. Ryker makes sure to keep my thighs spread apart, though, torturing me in the most glorious way as he moves his fingers closer to my pussy.
I’m about to demand that he stop teasing me and do what he wants when he claps me lightly on the ass and forces another groan from my throat. He pushes his hands into the small of my back, then glides them slowly over my ass, and I close my eyes with a silent prayer that he’ll get on with whatever he’s got planned.
It better be making me scream, or I’ll go insane.
“I think that’s enough,” he says, then I’m being pushed onto all fours so he can situate himself between my legs. “Perfect,” he growls while pushing a finger into my entrance.
My legs shake as he slowly pulls it out, then runs it gently over my clit, only to push back into me with more force than the first time. He continues the sweet torture bringing, nearly bringing me over the edge.
" I want to feel you," I beg. "Greedy little darling," he says and leans over for a condom.
"No, all of you," I say. "Wren," he hesitates. "I'm on birth control, please," I whisper.
He shudders behind me, holding his cock at my entrance, and then slowly sinks an inch before pulling out. "Fuck, darling, you're so wet for me," he growls as he sinks in a little more and pulls out again.
I’m so lost in my head that I gasp when he fully pushes his length into me, stretching my walls, and I squeeze the sheets so tightly I’m afraid my nails are going to rip through them.
He grips both of my hips, pulls out, and slams back into me so hard that he has me falling forward – I’m going to get broken at the end of this.
He massages the curve of my ass, only to bring it right back to my hips and slam himself into me once again with the same amount of eagerness as the first time – at least I was prepared.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he growls and ups the pace. I push back to meet each thrust, feeling the edge of my release. "God, Wren," he groans as he pumps deeper and harder, giving me the pressure to bring me to the peak of the most intense ecstasy.
"Ryker," I moan as my orgasm is sharp and strong and has me clenching his cock and squeezing the blanket below me. "It feels so good," I say.
"Fuck, Wren," he groans as his release follows mine. slowing the pumping as our bodies tremble and sink together.
"Oh, God," I think.
How could I possibly deny this connection we seem to have with each other? No one else can make my toes curl the way he is right now just by touching me. I’ve never been so eager to feel a man’s touch to the point that I’m pushing my ass back into them, desperate for the release increasing inside of me.
It’s insane how powerful his touch is, and I know there’s no way I could ever get this man out of my head, no matter how much I might try when our time together comes to a gruesome end.
The way my heart beats erratically when I’m with him is nothing like I’ve ever felt before, and that terrifies yet excites me. I want to push the boundaries we set up in the beginning and see what this could be without them, and I’ve got a feeling he wants to do the same thing.
If his words tonight are any indication, I don’t know what else would be.
It’s much clearer to me now than before – I’m falling for this man, even though it goes against everything I’ve ever been taught.
Do I ignore this feeling or let it take over my entire existence?
That’s the most pressing question and one I don’t have an answer for.
Not yet, anyway.
17
Ryker
Wren shifts into me when my phone rings, the volume louder than I intended for it to be, and I carefully slip from beneath her to answer the call in another room. There’s no sense in waking Wren up, after our night together I’m sure she needs her sleep.
I scrunch my eyebrows together when I see Mack’s name pop up and clear my throat when I answer the call. “Mack, what’s going on?”
“Just calling to check in, and wanted to see if you’ve got your head on right to get back into the tour.”
“It’s okay to say you miss me,” I say with a grin, even though he can’t see me.
