Chapter 30 Come To Me
"How wet are you, little lamb?" Ryker's teeth scrape my ear, as he splayed his hand over my lower belly.
The answer was 'drenched' and he fucking knew it. But I couldn't answer. Not when I was so drunk in desire, terrified by the goodness his touch sent to my body, scaring the hell out of me.
His finger glides through my wetness, spreading apart the lips of my coochie. His palm, warm and soothing.
My legs trembled as I gripped the sheets under me. "Fuck me," I begged. "Please, Ryker."
A snarl rumbled through his chest as he flicked me over, my back hitting the mattress and he did exactly what I asked; Fuck me.
His lips first captured mine in a heated kiss, his tongue dangling into my mouth, tangling with mine in a fiery battle of dominance.
My stomach swelled in need. My clit throbbed in want, aching, and wanting to be filled. I missed him. All of me missed him down there.
Then, he pull away and dropped down from the bed. I watched him reach for the drawer beside his bed. He brought out a foil packet.
My breath slowed as I watched him tear off the packet and roll the condom down his shaft.
God, help me, he was so big. So thick.
My pussy clenched tightly, impatient.
The last time, he went in raw and spilled all of his cum inside me. To be frank, I loved it. I was just too embarrassed to admit it. Thankfully, I was on birth control.
I bit down on my lips, my eyes never leaving his as he climbed back into the bed.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss on my forehead.
"You're using a condom this time," I murmured.
"Yeah. Learnt my lesson the last time." He lay next to me. "No more talking, lamb. Come to me."
And I did.
I pushed myself off the bed, climbed him, my legs spread on both sides of his hips. He placed both hands on my hips, guiding me down his length.
"Sit on it." He said.
And I lowered myself slowly, his dick hitting my entrance. A burst of electricity coursed through my thighs as his dick spread open my pussy. Inch by inch, I sank onto him.
My body clenched around him instinctively.
A throaty groan escaped him, his fingers digging into my butt, his head thrown back.
I whimpered, stretching around his cock. I pressed my palms on his chest for support, my pulse beating hard.
"Ride me, Vanessa."
Then, I start to move. Raising my hip and falling back down on him, each motion driving me nuts. My stomach rumbled, my pussy beautifully filled by him. It felt so good.
He slid his hand beneath me, stroking my pussy as I continued to ride him. Faster and faster. I gasped, moaned, and cried in pleasure.
The pain waned, a delirious fullness spread across me like flames, heat licking at my skin. A heat that had nothing to do with the sun penetrating the window.
Early morning sex. Couldn't get any better.
"Faster, baby," Ryker breathed under me. His hands grabbed my hips, pushing me down every time I raised. Every roll of his pelvis sent sparks through my clit as our bodies clapped in a beautiful rhythm.
His fingers dip into my hips, keeping me in place as my body dominates his.
"Fuck." He groaned, pushing himself up slightly, and buried his mouth in the crook of my neck. His fingers tangled in my curls. He thrust into me, meeting me halfway. He was so deep inside me, I swear I could feel him in my belly.
He found my breast, taking my nipple into his hot mouth while he cupped the other. And I became nothing but bones, my thighs trembling.
I grabbed his hair, almost pulling it out of his head as the pleasure spread through my body.
He nibbled, sucked, and then, bit my nipple. I let out a cry. "Ryker."
"Fucking love it when you say my name like that." He slapped my ass, the burn erupting into a mix of pleasure. "Now, scream it."
I didn't get the chance to think before he flipped me over like I weighed nothing, pulling out.
Then, he lifted my legs, placing them on his shoulders, grabbed the headboard, and a devilish grin spread on his face. "You're gonna cum all over this dick."
I almost did, but a blaring sound filtered into my head, disorienting the scene. My eyes snapped open but the alarm continued in its annoying mission of waking me up.
I squinted my eyes, adjusting my vision to the sunlight seeping in through the window.
And that splitting headache? Screw me.
"Oh shit." I cursed under my breath, pushed up the blanket to see that I was still in my pajamas.
I didn't look fucked.
"Wet dream?" Another voice rang out. I quickly dropped the blanket, only to find Ryker leaning against my table, his arms folded across his chest.
The dream momentarily flashed in my head and my face heated up in shame.
Then it hit me—I'd really had a wet dream with Ryker in it.
He chuckled, pushing himself off the table. He stepped closer until he was inches away from my bed. "Did it feel good?"
My throat bobbed up and down. Sure, it did. I almost wanted to say, but the words refused to leave my mouth.
As if my silence gave him the answer he needed, he smirked. Then, used his chin to gesture to the nearby table. "Brought you hangover soup."
I turned. There it was, nicely placed on a clean tray. There was also a glass of water on the tray.
A warm feeling curled in my chest. It felt so strange being treated good. Not because it was something new. But because it never happened to me before.
Derek would have never.
"Thank you," I smiled.
He reached down and rubbed my forehead. "I'll be leaving for work in an hour. So you should come downstairs after eating. We have something to talk about."
I nodded.
"Use your words, Lamb."
"Alright," I said.
He pulled back and walked towards the door. My eyes remain fixed on his back. Then, he open the door, paused, and looked over his shoulder. "You talk in your sleep. Heard quite a few bad words."
My face fell. And the door clicked shut after him.