by Measha Stone
“Ryder,” she whispered when the room went still.
“I’m looking at your ass,” he said, and his fingertips trailed over her cheeks. Suddenly, both of his hands were on her ass, spreading her apart. One hand moved away, and she heard the familiar popping sound of his finger being dragged out of his mouth. She didn’t have to wait long before the thick tip of his thumb pressed against her. “Don’t fight me,” he ordered as he thrust his thumb inside. “Good girl. So much better than last time.”
The warmth of his words spread from her chest to her clit and straight to her ass.
“Ryder, please,” she wiggled her ass. She needed him inside, to make the ache go away. She’d gone to bed so needy; she couldn’t wait much longer.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Without moving his thumb, he climbed up on the bed with her, using his knees to spread her legs wider. The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, and she clenched her teeth to keep herself from shoving back at him. If she tried to take before he was ready to give, she’d have to wait longer.
“And patient this morning too.” He chuckled. “Seems that hot ass last night really taught you a few things.” He patted her hip with his other hand.
“Please, Ryder, no more teasing. Please.” She pressed her cheek to the mattress, feeling the control on her urge to take over slipping.
At the speed of molasses, he pushed his cock into her greedy passage. She closed her eyes, sucking in air through her teeth as the craving she’d been fighting all night was finally fulfilled. Before he completely seated himself, he withdrew an inch, wiggling his thumb as he did.
She moaned, the fullness of his finger, mingled with his cock, stretching her pussy was too much.
“No, please, more,” she begged.
“You want harder?”
“Yes!” She nodded against the mattress.
“How hard?”
Her eyes were going to cross if he kept this up much longer.
“So hard. Please, just hard and fast, don’t go slow. Please?” She tried to look over her shoulder at him, to catch his gaze, but her positioning wouldn’t allow it.
His arm reached around her waist, anchoring to him while his fingers found her clit. She cried out with relief when he began to rub the swollen nub in circles.
“Will you come for me then? Come hard? And loud? I want to hear you, baby girl.” He rubbed her harder and faster, shoving her deeper into her aroused state.
“Yes, please, just please fuck me!” she cried out, fisting her hands in the cuffs and tugging hard.
With one hard thrust, he was fully seated inside her pussy. His thumb pushed further in as well. The stretch and burn came from her ass and cunt, but all she wanted was more. And he gave it to her. With powerful movements, he plowed into her over and over again, until her mind was reeling from the fullness and pleasure.
“Oh god, oh god, OH!” She screamed as his fingers ran over her clit, sending her into a spiral of ecstasy that carried her away. Wave after wave crashed down on her, and with each new pulse, her cries started anew. Her muscles locked, her eyes clenched, all that remained was the release of the tidal wave he’d created.
“Good girl,” he said with a half laugh. Slowly, her orgasm ebbed, and his fingers fell away from her clit and his thumb slipped from her ass. “I’m not done with you yet.” He pulled free of her, and in one fluid motion, flipped her to her back.
She wiggled, trying to find a good spot for her hands, but he gave her no time for adjustment. Pushing her knees to her chest, he entered her in a powerful thrust. He plowed into her again and again, until his hands fisted around her knees and he stilled, his own release taking him over. His neck muscles tightened, and his mouth fell slack. He was glorious as he grunted out his orgasm. A quick, short thrust, and his breath whooshed out of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, spreading her legs again and falling forward to his forearms. Caging her beneath him, he kissed her nose, her cheek, until he made his way to her mouth.
He ran his nose along hers. “Your shoulders hurting, baby?” he asked, and pulled back from her, slipping out of her pussy. His hot seed slid from her, messing the bedding beneath her, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“A little.” She rolled to her side.
He quickly unsnapped the cuffs and brought her arms forward, rubbing her shoulders. “That better?”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“You’ve made a mess of my bed.” He pushed her legs apart again, looking down at his cum sliding out of her.
Heat covered her face, and she tried to snap her knees shut.
“No, no, if my little girl makes a mess, I have to help her clean it up.” He gave her a lazy wink and hopped off the bed. “Stay there while I get a towel.”
How did he do that? Make her feel all grown up and womanly, then small and little again without breaking momentum? She didn’t have to think or figure out what her feelings were, he ebbed and flowed with her so naturally, it was a perfected waltz.
How much longer could this go on before it broke? They’d said temporary. This wasn’t going to last.
Someone should tell her heart.
Chapter 22
“I think I ate too much popcorn.” Samantha held her hand against her stomach.
Ryder laughed. “I think it was that grease you poured all over it.” He pushed open the door to his apartment and waved her inside.
“Pffft,” she scoffed. “It was that horrible water you made me drink.” She flashed him a forced scowl as she made her way into the living room.
“Oh, yes, the horrible water.” He dropped his keys onto the table. “That’s what did it.”
She plopped down on the couch, throwing her feet up on the coffee table, and rubbed her hand over her stomach.
He frowned and sat down beside her, brushing her hand away with his own. “Does it hurt bad, baby?” He began running his hand over her belly in circles.
“It will pass. The water was just so bad.” She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead and feigned sick.
He grunted.
“You’re right, if I would have let you drink that forty ounces of pop you wanted along with all that grease on your popcorn, you’d be in much better shape right now.”
She opened one eye to peer at him. “That’s right.”
He shook his head. “I have some Tums in the bathroom.”
“No, that doesn’t help. I’ll be fine in a little while,” she said, dropping her hand and sitting up more. “Did your friend call you back yet?” she asked before he could question her whether she had a history of stomachaches. She made it sound like she’d been through this before.
“He texted, yeah. Wants to have us over for lunch tomorrow. You game?” He’d kept her occupied for the day, but keeping her from all the roaming around she enjoyed through the city wouldn’t be easy for long. She may be his little girl, but she was an adult—he couldn’t lock her away forever.
“Oh, yeah, sure. That sounds good.” She stretched her arms over her head with a big yawn. “I think I’ll take a long, hot bath.”
“Hot? Didn’t you get enough of heat walking back from the theater?” he asked with a laugh.
“That was icky heat.” She scrunched up her nose. “This is warm, muscle-relaxing, soothing heat.” She propelled herself back to her feet and kissed his chin. “Totally different.”
He laughed. “I suppose you’re right.”
He swiped his phone to life and started texting Kendrick as she disappeared down the hall to the bathroom. A soft groan drifted from the hall, but when she didn’t say anything afterward, he let it go. Maybe a hot bath would do her good.
Kendrick settled on a time for them to head over to his condo the next day for lunch and said he’d give a few of his friends at the precinct a call. With that decided, Ryder cleaned up the kitchen and got the dishwasher running, then went through the living room and stacked up the coloring books she’d left out.
Once everything w
as done, he went to the bathroom and knocked. She was humming behind the door and water splashed.
He opened the door and peeked inside. With her hair piled in a bun onto of her head, she sat in bubbles, flicking her finger into the water and splashing, making a mess of the floor outside the tub.
“Sam,” he said, grabbing a towel from the rack. “You’re getting water all over the place.” He laid the towel out over the spreading water and stood over the tub, his hands on his hips.
“Sorry, Daddy.” She grinned up at him. Such playfulness after such a stomachache?
He narrowed his gaze.
“How are you feeling, baby?” He sat on the edge of the tub.
“Fine.” She shrugged. “Better now.”
The bubbles surrounded her naked form, covering her sweet tits from his view. Easily fixed. He reached over and swiped them away until her pretty nipples peeked through at him. He gave one a quick tweak and winked at her.
“You ready to get out, or you want to relax some more?” he asked with a grin. There didn’t seem to be much relaxing going on, but she might want more alone time. Sometimes Samantha needed to be on her own, sort through her thoughts, and he wouldn’t crowd her.
“The water’s getting cold,” she answered, reaching beneath the bubbles. She dropped the stopper onto the edge of the tub and pushed up to her full height.
He moved to his feet, appreciating the bubbles slipping down her curves and over her breasts and tummy.
Her laughter brought his gaze back to hers.
“You look hungry.” She pushed a hip out and rested her hand on it.
He raised a brow. “And you’re looking sassy.” He grabbed a dry towel and held it out for her. “Come on. Out you go.”
She held onto his outstretched hand and stepped out. Ryder wrapped her up and hugged her. “You had a good night?” he asked, rubbing his hands over her arms.
“I did.” She nodded and moved out of his hold to dry herself off. He scooped up the wet towel from the floor once she finished and tossed it into the hamper.
“You liked the movie?”
“Who doesn’t like Deadpool! It was hilarious.” She rewrapped the towel around her chest and tucked the end in.
That wouldn’t do.
He plucked it out and pulled the towel from her body, tossing it into the hamper.
“Better.” He nodded as he let his gaze wander over her naked form. Fuck, she looked tasty.
“Are you tired? ’Cause I was thinking bedtime.” She took a step backward toward the door, a seductive grin playing on her lips.
“Oh, yes. Bedtime for sure. But no story tonight.” He hurried toward her, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her, giggling, to his bedroom.
He dropped her onto the bed, watching her scramble to the middle of the bed as he shucked off his jeans and shirt. He kicked his boots clear across the room before climbing in after her.
She pressed her back against the headrest and gave him a wide smile.
“I like this. I like you this way,” she muttered as he kissed his way up her leg to her torso.
“What way, sweetheart?” he asked when he reached her neck, nuzzling into her.
“Playful.” She cupped his face and pushed him back until their gazes locked. “But I like when you’re stern and strict too,” she breathed, then brought her lips to his.
He gave over to her for the moment, letting her lead the kiss. Rolling to his back, he took her with him, grunting when her knee bumped into his stomach.
“Oh! I’m sorry.” She giggled and righted her positioning.
He tucked the pillows behind his head and grasped her hips, pushing her down toward his cock. Her slick pussy ran over his length. He clenched his teeth.
“Put me inside,” he ordered, shifting his hips slightly.
She raised up enough to grasp his cock, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft and sending a tidal wave of heat coursing through him. Positioning herself over him, she gently began to lower onto his dick. His fingers dug into her hips. As much as he wanted to pull her down, to sink into her delicious heat, he forced himself to let her take her time, let her set the pace.
At least for the moment.
His girl wouldn’t want to keep control for too long. But giving her a little would make taking it back even sweeter.
Once she was fully seated, she stopped and brought her lust-filled gaze to his. “It feels so good, you inside me.” She blew out a hard breath and straightened her back, making her cunt tighten around his cock.
“Fuck, Sam,” he groaned. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shifted her feet until they were flat on the bed. He dragged in a breath, trying to force his heart to calm the fuck down.
“Sam—” He put some warning in his tone, but she seemed to take it as a challenge.
“Ride ’em, cowboy.” She laughed and lifted her ass up until his cock almost slipped free, then she slammed down. He gritted his teeth against the tsunami of pleasure as she continued to ride him with a wild fever. She dug her fingertips into his chest and moved back down to her knees, but it didn’t change her pace or force.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled out, pulling her hips down when she lifted up again. “Your pussy’s so tight, so sweet.”
She leaned forward, brushing her lips across his, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed her hair, fisting it at her scalp, keeping her close to him. His tongue lashed out between her lips, possessing her, controlling.
His girl had had her turn.
But it was over.
“Lean back and play with your clit,” he ordered, pulling her away from him.
Arousal flashed electric in her eyes and she obeyed.
He dragged his attention from her flushed face down the length of her body until he found her clit. The sight of his cock disappearing into her tight hole over and over again kicked him closer to the end, but he regained control of himself. Barely.
Her slender fingers ran over her clit, rubbing it and teasing it until she was gasping over him.
“You getting close, sweetheart? You want to come on my cock? Come hard for me?” He reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples.
“Fuck!” she yelled, and her eyes widened.
“Again, sweetheart,” he ordered, pinching her harder.
“Oh, fuck. Ryder, I can’t…so…fuck…” her words tumbled out. He had no idea what she was trying to say, but it didn’t matter. His own release was chasing him down.
“Harder, baby, you can do it. Play with your clit, that’s it…that’s my good girl…”
“Oh!”
“Be my good girl,” he said again, grinding his hips upward and taking over the thrusts. Her concentration was exactly where it should be—obeying him.
“Lick your fingers. Get them wet, baby girl,” he commanded, knowing full well her slick pussy was giving her enough lubrication. Watching her slip her fingers into her mouth, licking the tips, and bringing them back out…fuck, it was enough to make him explode.
“Good girl,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
Her pussy clamped around him. She was getting close. Increasing his trusts and flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he dragged her to the edge.
“Yes, oh…yes…oh…god…god…oh…” She cried out a long, dragged-out sound that mimicked the tense pulsation of her pussy around his cock.
“Fuck! So good!” He let go of her tits and grabbed her hips, yanking her down on him and holding her steady while his orgasm shook him. Wave after wave, his release spurted into her hot passage, stealing his breath and his vision.
Slowly, as the world came back into view, he realized her head was tucked into his neck. Her hot breath washed over his skin, bathing him in her warmth and sweetness. He hugged her, shifting her upward until his dick slipped from her. His cum spilled out, but he’d clean up later. Right now, he needed to hold his girl.
“You let me be on top,” sh
e whispered after several long moments passed.
“You can ride me like that any day of the week.” He kissed her forehead.
“I thought you were going to let me be in control, but then you just—” She pushed up and looked down at him, her brow wrinkled and hazy eyes. “But you took it back.”
He grinned. “Did you hate it?”
“No. It felt good, giving it back to you. Fuck, Ryder.” She fell back onto his chest with a thump. “It’s too good like this,” she whispered—too soft for him to think she wanted him to hear, so he didn’t comment.
It was good this way.
It was damn near perfect.
Chapter 23
“So, you and Ryder…” George bagged up the shredded remains of old bills Samantha had set aside as trash.
“Yeah?” She sat on the couch in his office flipping through another stack. “You really are a pack rat,” she muttered, looking at paper delivery invoices from three years ago.
“And how’s that going?”
“You being a pack rat?” She paused to make a dramatic sweep of her hand around the room where several piles were in line for filing and shredding. “Not great.”
George dropped the garbage bag near the door and turned a frown on her. “You know what I mean, smartass.”
She laughed.
“It’s going fine.” She turned back to the papers. “Causal.” She hoped her insides were listening, because the more time that ticked by, the less casual her feelings became.
“Like, you’re casually sleeping in his bed? Following his rules? Coloring in your pigtails and getting tucked in at night with a bedtime story?” George’s voice hardened. She looked back up at him, confused.
“What’s eating you?” she asked, her own irritation building. George never commented on her kink before. He knew about it, but they didn’t openly discuss such intimate topics.
“I’ve never seen Ryder do casual like you’re talking about. I haven’t seen him in a steady relationship in a long time, but he’s not the fuck buddy type either.” He lifted a shoulder. “And as far as I know, you aren’t either.”