by Shayla Black
His words only made her more desperate. “I want it harder. I mean it, Scott. Let go.”
“Christ, Lil. You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he groaned in her ear, his voice slurred with pleasure as he began quickening his pace. She moaned, squeezing her hands between them so that she could feel the rippling of his abs as he fucked her with that incredible cock, and the cracks in his control started to show. His strokes became harder, deeper, his hips slamming into hers with each penetrating lunge, followed by the sexy grind against her clit before he pulled back and did it again . . . and again. She clutched at him, coming undone, the raw, powerful way he moved driving her wild.
He lifted his head, a hard glint in his dark eyes as he exhaled a harsh breath. “I’ve never felt anything this good in my entire life. Nothing that even came close.”
She blinked up at him, knowing that everything she felt had to be showing on her flushed face, burning in her eyes like a hot, shimmering message. He groaned and held her head in his hands, then lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily, his tongue thrusting and stroking, touching her teeth and the inner surface of her lips, then tangling with her own. She melted, sighing into the pleasure, seduced by the tenderness she could taste in his breathtaking kiss. And thrilled by the way it mixed with the raw lust as he moved one of his hands down to her knee, lifting it higher, wider, so that he could get even deeper inside her. He fed sexy growls into her mouth as his rhythm picked up, his thrusts so hard they started to shake the bed . . . along with the very foundations of her soul.
She was changing, evolving . . . becoming something lush and warm and full of sensation. She felt transformed, and knew her stupid heart was getting into dangerous territory. As hard-assed as she’d tried to be about the experience, there was no way for her to separate the emotion of the act from the physical. She was hyperaware with every cell of her body that this was Ryder between her legs, buried inside her, blowing her mind. The man who owned her without even knowing it. Who didn’t want her forever. Just for now. For this blinding moment. She had no guarantee there would even be a second time, and so she surrendered completely, knowing she needed to glean as much from the experience as she could. Secure the memories in a box in her mind that she could protect forever . . . or for however long she had. Memories that no one could ever take away from her. She sobbed at the thought, clinging to him, kissing him back with everything that she felt and feared and ached for, and he went wild, his pounding rhythm shoving her into a devastating orgasm that made her thrash and scream. He swallowed her raw cries with his mouth, drinking them in, then tossed back his head and gave a guttural roar as his own release slammed through him, his cock pulsing and jerking, spurting hot bursts of cum inside her. She kept climaxing, milking his steely shaft with her cushiony inner walls, and they strained together in that tangled, intimate knot until the violent shudders had eased into twitches, their lungs no longer heaving for breath.
Lily closed her eyes and held him tighter, knowing this had been right and perfect and necessary.
And that she’d never be the same again.
• • •
RYDER SHOOK HIS head, trying to make sense of what had just happened. When he’d come, it had been unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Yeah, he’d been with more than his fair share of women, and he’d started young. But nothing had ever prepared him for this. For Lily. She was the blow he couldn’t recover from. One incredible fuck and she’d somehow taken his memories of other women and burned them to the ground until they were nothing but scattered pieces of ash floating around in his head. The only thing that was solid and real and vibrant in the twisted landscape of his reality was the intoxicating woman trapped beneath him. She was a goddamn live wire of hunger and pleasure and emotion every fucking time he touched her.
He didn’t know how he hadn’t figured it out immediately last night when he’d had her against his door. That she was the woman in his arms. He’d never felt the way he did with her with anyone else in the world. Which just proved that deep down he’d known it was Lily all along. What a stupid prick, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t. He could be such a goddamn idiot at times.
Just look at his fuckup tonight. Not realizing she was a virgin. He didn’t even know how to wrap his mind around the fact that he was the only jackass who’d ever filled her with his cock. But he liked it. Liked knowing that no one else had ever known her the way he did. Better not to dwell on it for too long or he might just start beating his chest like a caveman. But now that his head had cleared he wanted some answers. And he wanted them now.
He wasn’t as hard as he’d been before he’d blown like a fucking geyser, but he was still firm. Keeping himself buried inside her, Ryder slid his arms beneath her and rolled to his back, then settled his hands on her hips, holding her in place. As she braced her soft palms against his chest and pushed up a little, her silky hair a wild, beautiful mess around her face, he said, “I want some answers, Lily. I want to know how a woman like you could still be a virgin at twenty-five.”
Her disgruntled expression was beyond adorable. “I’m not sure what you mean by a woman like me.”
Rubbing his hands over her hips, loving how soft she was, he said, “Sexy as all get out. A goddamn walking wet dream. What the fuck is going on?”
Her gaze skittered to the side. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. Not because I wanted to lie to you,” she said in a rush, lowering that worried gaze back to his. “I was just hoping to avoid the freak-out.”
“I’m not going to freak out,” he murmured, biting back a grin. “I’m a grown man, Lil. I don’t freak out.”
She didn’t look like she believed him.
Keeping his tone deliberately calm, he said, “If you’d told me before we got started, I would have done things to make it easier for you.” At least he’d have tried. He sure as hell wouldn’t have driven himself inside her like a jackhammer before making her come a few times.
“I didn’t want easier,” she confessed in a low voice, a frown weaving between her slender brows as she held his heavy-lidded stare. “I just wanted you. And now you’re going to run.”
“I’m not going to run,” he told her, his cock already getting harder, stretching her tender little pussy wider.
Her eyes went bright at the feel of him getting bigger. “You’re not?”
“No. Because then I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he whispered, leaning up to take one of those candy-pink nipples into his mouth as he lifted her hips a little, then jerked her back down on him. Her soft cry of pleasure only made him harder, the drenched heat of her plush, fist-tight little cunt the most perfect thing in the world he’d ever felt. She was full of the cum he’d blasted into her, steeped in her own slick juices, clasping him like a leather glove that pulsed in time to her heartbeat. He moved to her other breast, sucking and licking at the succulent peak, undone by the heady taste of her skin. Then he pulled back, locking his narrow gaze with hers.
“If you’re not going to tell me why you stayed a virgin, then at least tell me why you’re on the Pill.” He curved his hands around her ass as she leaned forward, putting her pussy at the perfect angle for his deepening thrusts. With his knees bent and his feet braced on the bed, he held her in place and pumped up into her, filling her again and again with his thick rod, her virginal body somehow taking every broad inch of him when most women couldn’t.
“Because I didn’t know,” she murmured, closing her eyes. When she opened them again she looked like a woman who was thoroughly enjoying a long, grinding fuck. Rosy mouth and cheeks. Creamy, glistening skin. Glowing eyes beneath the heavy weight of her lashes. She was so goddamn beautiful it hurt just to look at her.
“You didn’t know what, Lil?”
His sharp gaze followed her tongue as she wet her lips and moaned, “When I might see you again.”
Oh, God. The instant the telling words slipped past her lips, Lily panicked. Shit. She couldn’t believe s
he’d just said that to him. To Ryder, the most emotion-wary man in the world. Worried he was going to toss her aside and leave her, she sat straight up, and they both gasped as the position shoved him even deeper inside her.
His jaw was tight. So was his grip on her ass. “Damn it, Lil. Are you okay?” He studied her expression with a worried scowl.
“Yeah. You’re just . . . um, really far inside me. And there’s a lot of you.”
His fingers flexed, a hoarse catch of breath at the back of his throat when her body gave a greedy pulse, squeezing his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them. His gaze was somehow even hotter than before, telling her exactly how much he enjoyed the way she felt around him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was my first time,” she whispered. “I just didn’t want to scare you off. If you’d known, you wouldn’t have touched me.”
“I shouldn’t have touched you.” He worked his jaw for a moment, then muttered, “But it wouldn’t have stopped me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” he breathed out, sliding his hands to her hips again and giving them a firm squeeze.
She couldn’t help but smile. “Good,” she told him, reaching for his right hand. She held it with both of hers, lifting it to her lips, and pressed a soft kiss to the knuckles he’d bruised fighting Rado’s thugs that morning in the parking lot. He groaned and pulled his hand free, curling both hands around her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. He made her feel so incredible; she wanted to make him feel that way, too. And while she didn’t have a lot of hands-on experience, she’d read enough to have some interesting ideas.
Placing her hands on the solid slabs of his chest, Lily shifted her legs so that she could brace herself on the balls of her feet. Then she spread her knees and started riding him harder as she lifted herself up and down on the thick, scorching inches of his cock. His eyes widened, and she let a slow smile curve her mouth. She watched him lower his gaze, the lust carved into his rugged features impossible to miss, and when she looked down she knew why. The position was erotic as hell, making it easy to see the way her tight, tender entrance was stretched to its limit around his brutal width, the vein-ridged shaft gleaming with moisture every time she lifted, before driving herself back down in a move that hurt but was too good to stop.
“You sure as hell don’t fuck like a virgin, Lily.”
She fluttered her lashes at him. “That’s because I’ve done every dirty thing you could imagine in my head with you more times than you could count. If imagination were experience, I’d be the slag of the universe.”
He laughed, and she gasped as she felt that husky sound move through his body and up into hers, another slow smile curling her lips. “Do that again,” she all but purred.
He snorted, looking a little embarrassed. “I can’t laugh on command.”
“Then I’ll help,” she said, bracing herself on her knees again so that she could tickle his ribs. His body shuddered beneath her as another deep burst of laughter rumbled up from his chest, the happy sound making her feel ridiculously pleased with herself. He gave a playful growl as he grabbed her wrists and rolled them over, trapping her beneath him as he reversed their positions. For a moment she thought he was going to tickle her back in retaliation, but he reached for the tank top she’d tossed to the far side of the bed instead.
Panting with excitement, Lily watched the muscles in his arms move beneath his golden skin as he easily ripped the tank into several strips of cotton. Within seconds he had her arms over her head, wrists bound together with one of the thin strips of material. Tying the ends around one of the wooden slats in the headboard, he secured her wrists to the bed, making it impossible for her to move away. God, having a naked Scott Ryder between her legs while she was bound and at his mercy was even sexier than she’d dreamed it would be.
He stared down at her with an outrageously wicked look. “I have to admit, I love the feel of your hands on me. But there’s something to be said for how beautiful you look like this.” She shivered, and he cocked his head a bit to the side. “Scared?”
“No. I couldn’t do this with someone else. But I trust you. It makes me hot, knowing you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything at all.”
“That’s what I want. I want you to do it all.”
His nostrils flared as he pulled in a sharp breath, and his mouth went hard. “Don’t do that, Lily. I can think of a hell of a lot of things that would probably freak out a girl like you.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
Very slowly, he reached down and rubbed his thumb around the taut skin the broad root of his cock was stretching wide, getting it wet. Then he pulled out about halfway and ran his thumb from her vulva down to the puckered entrance of her anus, pressing against it with the slightest amount of pressure. “What if I put my dick in you here?” he asked her. “Fucked you deep and hard right up this tight little ass?”
She knew her eyes had gone wide with shock. “You like anal sex?”
A sexy smirk tilted his lips. “I like the thought of doing everything with you, Lil. Every raunchy, dirty, explicitly sexual thing you can think of. There isn’t any part of you that I don’t want to violate and own. So, yeah, I like anal sex. I’ll especially like it with you.”
“I’ve, um, never done it before.”
He laughed, then looked a little surprised, as if he didn’t know what to make of his own reaction. “Seeing as how you were a virgin, I kind of figured you hadn’t. But I won’t go there tonight,” he said, pulling his hand from between her legs as he surged back in, giving her every inch. “I’m not that much of a bastard.”
“Then what are you going to do with me?” she asked, liking the way it felt when she pulled a little at her bound wrists.
“Brace your feet on my shoulders, Lily.”
She shivered but did as he said, the result leaving her in a position that had her completely open to him. Once again, he could see every intimate, erotic detail, from the glistening juices that were gleaming around the thick base of his cock to the sensitive knot of her hard, pink clit.
“It feels really intense like this.” She bit her lip as he withdrew almost to the tip, then shoved himself back inside that swollen little hole. She gasped, thinking that it felt a bit odd to be so exposed when she was unable to cover herself with her hands. But what really threw her was the way he lifted his gaze and locked it with hers, his dark eyes making her feel like he could see right inside of her. Like he could uncover all her secret emotions and dreams that needed to remain hidden if she wanted the chance to keep enjoying him. “We, um, need to turn the light off or something.”
“Like hell we do,” he grunted, grabbing her behind her knees and pushing them out even wider as he moved over her. “I like you like this. I fucking love it. Don’t you dare try to hide from me.”
Tendrils of hair stuck to her damp cheek as she shook her head. “I’m not. I just . . .”
His hot stare drilled even deeper into hers. “Do you trust me, Lily?”
“What? Of course I do!”
“Then get over being shy,” he bit out, leaning down and taking her mouth in a greedy, explosive kiss that was so freaking hot it probably killed a few of her brain cells. “You wanted this,” he said against her lips, thrusting faster . . . harder, the heavy lunges slamming his cock impossibly deep. “So now you’ve got to deal with it. With me.”
She didn’t argue, because there was no hiding how desperately she kissed him back . . . or how turned on she was. She knew he could feel it in the way her tight sex rippled around his massive shaft. She was getting even wetter . . . slicker, a hot, scorching glow burning deep inside her, pumping through her veins. When she came the eruption of ecstasy was so intense she almost passed out, and he was right there with her, his thick cock jerking inside her with powerful bursts as he growled into her mouth, swallowing her cries.
“Jesus, Lil. I think you killed me,” he g
roaned, reaching up to untie the knot securing her wrists once their bodies had finally calmed and they’d caught their breath. He turned off the light and collapsed beside her, burying his face in the curve of her throat as he threw one of his long legs over hers, his fingers tenderly rubbing her wrists as if to ease any ache she might be feeling.
Oh, wow. This was almost as incredible as the sex. The feel and the weight of him holding her. The hot, masculine scent of his skin and the even sound of his breathing as he relaxed. Thank God she’d come here because she would have been seriously pissed if she’d missed out on this. On him. She drifted into sleep, mellow and soft, muscles like taffy that’d been warmed in the sun. She remembered him getting up at some point and gently cleaning her between her legs with a warm washcloth, before climbing back into bed with her. Then, later, she woke up cold, wondering why she didn’t have his warmth. Maybe he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom. Or to check on Mike. She burrowed under the covers, wanting to wait for him to get back, but drifting into sleep again. But she was tense as thoughts of Radovich kept working their way through her mind, and the nightmares wouldn’t leave her alone.
The next thing Lily knew, she was sitting up in bed, her throat hoarse from screaming, and Ryder was rushing into the dark room dressed in his jeans, the door shutting behind him. He quickly flicked the light on low and climbed onto the bed, his back braced against the headboard. Then he pulled her shaking body onto his lap, and held her against his chest. “Jesus, Lil. What were you dreaming about, baby? You must have had a nightmare.”
“Nothing,” she gasped. “It’s nothing.”
His arms tightened. “Was it about that night on the boat?”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t want to talk about—”
“Too bad,” he grunted, cutting her off. “It’s time you tell me. I need to know how you got away that night.”
She wanted to argue, to refuse, but she was cuddled naked in his arms, her head resting back on his right biceps, the look in his dark eyes when she lifted her lashes making it clear that this was important to him. He lifted his free hand, pushing her hair back from her face, and the tender touch was her undoing. Forcing the words from her tight throat, she said, “I don’t remember a lot from when Rado was talking to my father. That monster and his men were hurting him, torturing him, and I was screaming, fighting, trying to reach him as they held me back. Then Rado sent me off with one of his men until he was ready to deal with me, telling the guy to clean me up so I would be ready for him and the others. So the man . . . he took me down to my stateroom.” Her face burned as she gave a hard swallow. “And then I played him.”