Page 7 of Ryder’s Storm

He clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t come right here in public.

“Please,” she begged.

Her plea sent a spear of fire into his balls. If he didn’t take her somewhere else right away, he would have to press her against the bar and fuck her right here. And he couldn’t allow that to happen. Not in public. It would have devastating consequences, for both of them.

“I know a place where we can be alone.”

4

Scarlet followed Ryder, her hand in his, as he paved a way through the crowd to a different part of the club. She’d given him a fake name, which was something she always did when she sought anonymous sex. In a way it helped her distance herself from the person she became when her sexual urges overpowered her.

Ryder headed for the corridor that led to the restrooms, but he passed them and pushed another door labeled Staff only open and walked through. There he took an immediate right and opened another door, peered into the room, and then ushered her inside. He closed the door behind them and flipped the lock shut.

The light was dim, and from what Scarlet could see, this was a storage room of some sort. There were extra tables and chairs, a few armchairs, as well as partitions and other furniture. She didn’t care where she was. She’d climaxed while rubbing herself on Ryder’s leg. That had never happened before. But then, everything was different tonight. Several men had approached her in the club, but despite her hunger for sex, she’d rejected them all. None had measured up.

But the moment Ryder had prevented her from falling, the moment he’d put his hands on her to steady her, she’d felt it. Her body instantly responded to him, even before he’d turned back to her so she could see his face. And when she laid eyes on him, every cell of her body, everything female awakened and drew her to him. He was perfect. He would be able to give her what she needed.

Ryder was tall and handsome. His hair was a light brown, his eyes a deep chocolate brown, his skin a light olive shade. He looked slender, though his muscles seemed to bulge under his shirt. There was a magnetism to his gaze, one she couldn’t tear herself away from. As if he were a magnet, and she a mere metal nail.

“Sara,” he murmured at her lips. “Tell me what you want.”

She let out a breath. “Your cock inside me.”

“Good, cause that’s what I want too.” He pressed her back against the wall and drew her bustier down until her breasts popped out on top. “I’ve never met anybody like you.”

His hungry mouth met her skin, kissing her sensitive nipples, and her clit began to tingle again, still sensitive from her orgasm. She snatched Ryder’s shirt and pulled it from his pants, so she could put her hands on his naked skin. It felt as hot as her own.

“You made me come so hard,” she whispered, enjoying the feel of his tongue licking her breasts, while his hand swept under her skirt and slid between her thighs, where her panties were drenched in her own juices.

“You wanna come again?” he asked and already pushed her panties aside to rub his fingers along her cleft, his action bold, yet more than welcome.

His touch was electrifying, and she closed her eyes and let herself go in the arms of this stranger who seemed to know what she needed.

“You’re weeping for me. I like that,” Ryder rasped. “This time when you come, do me a favor, and say my name.”

“Yes.”

The word hadn’t left her lips yet, when he thrust his finger into her, making her gasp at the unexpected invasion. She loved his finger exploring her, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ryder, I want your cock.”

He chuckled unexpectantly. “You’ll get my cock, don’t worry, baby. But first I want you to come again. Can you do that for me?” He pumped his finger into her slowly, then added a second one.

“Oh, oh, that’s better… yes…” She leaned her head back against the wall, enjoying the fullness in her intimate channel.

Ryder thrust again and again, and every time his fingers descended as far as they could, he brushed his thumb over her clitoris, eliciting moans from her. Her knees felt weak, and if he kept this up, she would surely collapse.

He lifted his head from her breasts and met her eyes. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” More than he could know.

“Say my name.”

“Ryder, you feel good. I can’t wait to feel your cock where your fingers are now.” If he could bring her to such ecstasy with his fingers alone, what would she feel with his cock inside her? Finally, she would get what she needed. Ryder would quench her thirst for no-holds-barred sex.

“Fuck me harder,” she demanded. “Ryder.”

He did as she commanded, thrusting his fingers deeper and harder into her, while his thumb worked her clit with such skill that she was only seconds away from another climax.