by Snow, Jenika
The sales associate finally turned her gaze to me, raking her eyes up and down my body as if sizing me up, maybe wondering why he was with me. I didn’t take offense to it though. It was the look we mainly got when he and I were together.
Jealousy was an ugly thing, especially coming from other women, but I was confident in the love Ryker had for me, knew I satisfied him and he was devoted to me. Other women and their pettiness didn’t bother me at all. Not anymore, at least.
“Oh, something for your sister?”
I actually did laugh then. That’s the furthest thing from the truth, sweetheart. This was the first time someone had thought I was his sister. I didn’t know what kind of sibling relationship they thought we had, given the fact that he had his arm wrapped around me, but whatever.
“She’s far from my sister.”
Looked like Ryker was having the same thought process as me.
He pulled me even closer against his body. I rested my head on his arm and looked at her, smiling sweetly. The young woman cleared her throat and nodded, her cheeks becoming pink.
“A special occasion?”
Ryker shook his head as he stared at her. “Nah. I just want to treat my girl.”
I could see from her expression she knew things were going to go nowhere with Ryker, so she slipped on a professional expression and started pointing out the casual clothes, and then the more dressier things.
“We want those,” he said, tipping his chin toward the intimate apparel section. Ryker slipped his hand in mine and we headed toward the back.
He let go of my hand and started going through the racks, pulling off two scanty pieces of lace and turning to finally look at me. My face was on fire by this time, and I looked over my shoulder to see the two girls looking at us curiously.
“Try these on for me.” His tone was a little demanding, and a lot arousing.
I walked up to him and took the two hangers out of his hand, looking over each piece. “Ryker,” I said, looking up at him, my eyebrows raised. “These are nothing more than straps and lace.” I glanced back down at them. “This isn’t going to cover anything.” When I looked back at him, I could see he liked that just fine. His gaze spoke volumes.
“That’s the point, Sofie.”
“Oh,” I said softly. Lord, was I that dense?
I cleared my throat and looked at my shoes, feeling embarrassed even though I knew I shouldn’t be. I saw movement to the side and lifted my gaze to see Ryker waving over one of the sales associates.
“We need a dressing room so she can try these on.”
The girl glanced between us and the tiny pieces of lingerie I held in my hand. She cleared her throat and nodded, clearly feeling a little bit embarrassed given the subject matter.
“There are some in the back. No key needed to get in them. Let me know if you need any help,” the sales associate said and all but scurried off, as if she knew she didn’t want to be here for this next bit.
I turned and faced Ryker, lifting an eyebrow and giving him no doubt a curious look. “Seriously?”
He crossed his arms over his broad chest and nodded once.
“Come on, baby. Let me see how you look in them.”
God, we were really doing this… and it excited me.
Chapter Six
Sofie
I stared at him for a suspended moment, seeing if maybe he would relent and not make me do this. But the truth was I kind of liked how he was pushing this, wanting to see me in the lingerie.
I made my way into one of the dressing rooms. They were located in the back, giving us some privacy from the sales associates and the front desk.
I pulled the curtain closed once I was inside the small room and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Then I looked down at the lingerie. I felt this flush move over me. My nipples tingled as I imagined the delicate fabric on my sensitive skin. I felt my pussy get wet at the image of Ryker taking the material off me.
Breathing out slowly, the knowledge that he was waiting right outside, ready to see what it looked like, had arousal moving fast and frantically through my body.
I got undressed and put the first one on, stared at myself in the mirror, and felt extremely sexy, almost erotic. Here we were in a clothing store, just a thin piece of material separating Ryker and myself, people just feet away, and I was scantily dressed.
“Sofie,” Ryker said in a voice clearly laced with pleasure. “Show me, baby.” He said it a little bit lower so only I could hear, so only I could know where his thoughts were obviously going.
I turned around and reached out to grab the curtain, pulling it aside, the metal rings on the pole sliding softly. I stood there for a moment staring up at him, watching as his eyes raked me up and down from toe to head and back down to my toes.
The black lace lingerie was literally nothing but scraps of material and strings of silk. The silk weaved around my body, braiding along my sides in a feminine manner, accentuating my curves. A minuscule triangle of lace covered my mound, and my ass was all but hanging out. The silk moved up the length of my spine to wrap around my breasts almost innocently.
Hiding but showing.
Tempting but denying.
I was breathing harder and faster, my belly hollowing in and out the longer I stood there, the longer the silence stretched out. I chanced a glance down at his jeans, feeling my eyes widen at the massive erection pressing against the denim. I licked my lips and slowly trailed my gaze back up his abdomen, looking into his face and seeing that he already watched me.
“Ryker.” I breathed out his name.
And then he took a step toward me, and another one until he was in the dressing room, crowding me, taking up the entire space. Without breaking eye contact with me, he reached behind him and grabbed the curtain, pulling it slowly closed.
I was frozen as I watched Ryker lift his hand, then felt him trail his finger lightly along one of the silk straps on my shoulder, following it over my bust-line, and continuing lower until he was tracing the braided design on my side.
Every part of me tingled, and in that moment, we weren’t in the shop; we weren’t just feet from other people. We were alone, in this private, secluded setting, just he and I, the perfect setup for the erotic things I wanted him to do to me.
“Show me the next one,” he said matter-of-factly and took a small step back. “Undress, Sofie.”
I wanted his hands back on me, wanted him to touch every single inch of me.
I kept my gaze locked on his as I undressed, as I set the delicate piece of lingerie on the bench behind me and reached for the red one. I was completely nude at this point, my body on full display for him. As I looked into his eyes, saw the way he glanced down at my breasts then lower to my bare pussy, I felt a gush of moisture leave me, my body preparing for him.
This red piece of lingerie was crotchless, and the filthy part of my brain couldn’t help but imagine what we could do easily because of that, how no one would hear us or see us as I wore this scrappy little piece of material and Ryker did whatever he wanted to me.
Once I was dressed, I stood there motionless, hardly even breathing. Ryker had his hands on my hips a moment later, lifting me easily so my feet were flat on the seat. Our faces lined up perfectly, the scent of his cologne, of his need, slamming into me.
He leaned in slowly so his lips were now right by my ear, not touching, but his breath moving along the shell.
“The things I want to do to you right now,” he rumbled out softly, and I felt the tip of his nose trail lightly along my jawline. He slid his hand between my thighs, his breathing increasing when he finally touched me down there. A moan almost spilled from me, but I stopped it, biting my lip, telling myself we weren’t truly alone.
I could hear a stuttering breath leave him. “So wet. God, you’re so wet.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the mirror, my knees shaking, the only thing holding me up being Ryker’s hand between my thighs and his bo
dy pressed against mine.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, the words coming from me before I could stop them. “Right here, right now. Fuck me.”
He rested his forehead on my shoulder and groaned deeply, slipping a thick finger inside of my pussy. My mouth opened on its own, a breathless sound leaving me.
“As much as I want to, I’m too possessive and selfish to do this where someone could hear us. I need you all to myself, Sofie. I need you alone.” He pulled his finger from me, and I made a sound of disappointment.
I opened my eyes to see him lifting his hand, the digit glossy from being shoved deep inside me. He moved it toward my mouth. With my eyes locked on his, I opened, sucking that finger between my lips, sucking my cream off, knowing it turned him on.
He had his hands back on my hips, helped me off the seat, but he didn’t let go of me for long seconds. I licked my lips again, not trusting my voice in that moment.
“Which one did you like better?” My voice was shaking as I forced those words out.
He didn’t answer for a prolonged minute, just stared into my eyes, making me feel so on edge, so uneasy in the best of ways.
“We’re going to get them both.” He leaned in. “How can I decide on just one when I’ve seen what you look like with both of them on?” He took my hand and placed it over his cock. “When you’ve done this to me in a matter of seconds, Sofie?” He was rock-hard, like granite behind his fly.
He lifted his other hand and cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back, staring at my mouth. I thought he’d kiss me, but he was prolonging this, making me wait.
“Get dressed and I’ll meet you at the front desk.” He leaned back, and I tried to catch my breath. “Because if I stay in here with you, I’m liable to push you against the glass, bend you over, pop out that perfect peach ass of yours, and shoved my dick home, Sofie.” He stared in my eyes. “Tonight, baby. Tonight.”
My lips parted slightly. Before I could say anything in return, beg him to do just that, Ryker was out of the dressing room, the curtain back in place, and I stood there wondering what in the hell had happened.
The only thing on my mind now was getting back to his place so he could deliver on his promise.
* * *
Ryker pulled into his driveway, cut the engine of his Tahoe, and we sat there in silence for a few moments. The backseat was filled with shopping bags, the day spent with Ryker lavishing and spoiling me. But my gaze kept going to the little black bag that was set off to the side, the one that held the lingerie, memories of that dressing room playing on repeat in my head.
I looked over at him, could see his hands were still wrapped around the steering wheel, his focus trained straight ahead. He seemed tense, but not in a bad way, more so in the trying to control those sexual urges way.
And honestly, I’d been the same way since leaving the dressing room.
That excited me, because I knew why he was like that, knew he’d been thinking about it as much as I had.
But we finished out the day normally, no excessive PDA, no more almost fucking in a dressing room. We’d been good, behaved.
And damn had it been hard.
But toward the end of the day, I felt that control slipping, especially from Ryker. I pictured how he looked as he sat across from me at the table when we’d eaten dinner. He’d watched me like a starving predator. He’d watched me like I was the only thing he wanted to sate that hunger.
His possessiveness had been tangible. Hell, he’d even snapped and glowered at the waiter when he smiled at me.
“Ryker?” I reached out to place my hand on his denim-clad thigh. He looked over at me, shifting on the seat so he was facing me now. “Thank you for today. It was wonderful spending time with you.” I moved my hand up and down his thigh, not to be sexual, but that’s exactly where my thoughts led.
The way he watched me said his mind was right there with mine.
“You enjoyed yourself?” His voice was so husky, so deep, like he had to force it to work.
I nodded. “So much, and it was made even better because you were there.” The pitch of my voice became more sultry, needy.
He stayed silent for several moments, and then he cupped my cheek, smoothing his finger along my skin.
Ryker was so gentle with me, but I knew him well enough to know he was only like this with me. Over the years of all but growing up with him, I remembered plenty of fights he’d gotten into. And they’d all been because he felt a guy was disrespecting me, sexualizing me.
Blood had been shed, bruises formed, bones broken. He was unapologetic about it too. He was protecting me, my honor, and how could a girl be mad at that?
I looked back at his house, thinking about his bedroom, the couch, even the kitchen table. We’d done it on just about every surface imaginable, and every time, it was like the first. Every time, it was exciting and new and had me anxious for more.
When I turned and looked at him, my mouth parted, but before I could tell him that we should head inside, his expression had any words stilling on the tip of my tongue. He slipped his hand around my nape, pulled me forward, and slammed his lips down on mine.
I instantly melted against him, opening my mouth wider and slipping my tongue against his, moaning at the flavor and feel of him. He had his other hand on my hip, intermittently squeezing me as if he were trying to calm himself, trying to ground himself.
And before I knew what was happening, I was pulled on top of him, the steering wheel pressed into my back, and Ryker’s hard, muscular chest pressed against mine.
“I’ve been wanting this all day,” I said after we broke the kiss, both of us panting, Ryker’s hands on my hips as he squeezed me, pulling me closer. I could feel how hard he was between my thighs, that thick length begging to be released.
He didn’t say anything in response, but he didn’t have to. I could see in the way he was looking at me and how hard his body was that I was affecting him, that he was right here with me.
I pressed my lower half down against him, grinding myself on his erection, loving that my big, strong biker was trying in vain to act like he had any kind of control.
Because we both knew that once he let go, all bets were off. Once he said fuck trying to go slow, the real Ryker would come out to play.
Chapter Seven
Ryker
I wanted to make this good for her, to have her spread out on my bed, her hair a dark mass atop my white pillowcases. I wanted her naked and ready for me, her legs spread, her knees bent.
I wanted to fuck her all night.
I was so far gone in this moment. Ever since the dressing room incident earlier today, it was all I’d been thinking about. This moment. When I’d have her all alone, all to myself.
I craved Sofie like no other, needed her like I needed oxygen. She was mine, and I was hers. And that’s how it would always be. In the back of my mind, I knew she had Jareth, but none of that mattered. Because when she was with me, when it was just us… she was mine.
If being with Sofie meant I had to share her with another, I was more than okay with that. I was more than willing, because I wanted her happy. Above all else, that’s what mattered.
I slipped my hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and cupped both sides of her neck, tilting her head back slightly, watching as her lips parted. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes half-closed as desire moved across her face, a visual showcase of how far gone she really was.
She was primed for me; I had no doubt about that. Hell, I could practically feel how wet she was through our jeans. I wanted her soaking, wanted her drenched on top of me, her arousal slipping down my cock, the wet sounds of us fucking filling the interior of the Tahoe.
Yeah, I wanted all of that and more. So. Much. More.
She leaned in and kissed me softly, almost sweetly. And although I loved that about her—I loved everything about her—right now, I wanted real. Fucking. Dirty.
I had my hands on her hips, squeezing
her to me, pulling her down on my dick as I lifted my hips up slightly. I ground myself against her, used my hands on her to start rocking her back and forth over my cock, both of us dry humping the fuck out of each other as we made out.
Her moan was soft, pleasure-filled, and was like gasoline on my arousal. I growled in response.
I fucked her with my tongue, pushing the muscle in and out of her mouth, making her take it before retreating and sucking hers back into my mouth. My cock was so hard, digging against my zipper, demanding to be free. My balls were drawn up with the need to fill her with all of my cum so it dripped out of her pussy riding me hard.
She broke away and panted, and all I wanted to do was pull her back in, make her kiss me again, give her everything that I was.
“Ryker,” she moaned and closed her eyes, using her own momentum to rock herself on me, grinding her pussy against my erection.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned harshly.
We were kissing again as I moved my hands between our bodies and started undoing the button of her jeans and pulling the zipper down. She broke away, panting, rising up enough that we could push her jeans and panties over her ass and down her thighs. It was an awkward, almost laughable teenage scenario to try to get them off in the cab of the Tahoe, but once the material was pulled off and hanging from one of her legs, she was straddling me again.
The heat of her pussy speared right into my cock. Fuck, I could feel it, practically feel her wetness soaking through the denim.
“Ryker, fuck me,” she moaned against my mouth, and I grunted in response.
I felt feverish, lost in her. I felt rough and raw, and knew this wasn’t going to be a sweet and gentle lovemaking session in my bedroom. This was going to be hard and fast and primal. Dirty, sweaty, and explosive. Right now, that’s what we both needed.
“What do you need, Sofie? Tell me exactly what you want and it’s yours.” I wanted her to be filthy, to be crude and vulgar.