"Izzie, you'd be hard-pressed to find a man who'd refuse a blowjob." Ryker's fingers slid under her chin, coaxing her head up. "This something you want or something you think I expect?"
"Both."
"'Cause I don't expect anything."
"You should. You did it to me." She paused, flushing harder. "A lot."
"I wanted to. A lot." Ryker grinned. "But I don't expect—"
"I want to. I want to know how you taste. How you . . . ." Izzie swallowed. "Feel. In my mouth. I want—"
"Fuck."
"What?"
"You. You all over. You wanna go back to bedroom?"
"No. I want to do it here." For whatever reason, the shower seemed a better arena for practice. What they'd shared in bed was too perfect to sully with her fumbling attempts at providing oral pleasure. If she messed up here, perhaps the bed would still be safe for them. He wouldn't look at it and think of how she'd bumbled a simple blowjob.
Ryker leaned in and kissed her. "All right. Whatever you want. Whenever you want. I'm all yours."
"Tell me how to start."
He nodded, his gaze dropping to her mouth. "On your knees, Izzie."
The air sparked with unseen electricity. His words were charged with awe and a rush of power he didn't bother hiding, and Izzie was both too eager and too anxious to care about his boldness. Her mouth itched to explore his erection—he was suddenly her guinea pig, her vampire on which to experiment, to discover the powers imbedded within her feminine wiles.
For the second time in so many hours, she felt very womanly, sinking to her knees before her lover.
Her skin met the wet porcelain floor, and she reached for him before she could help herself. The second her fingers wrapped around his length, Ryker whimpered and threw his head back, her name rolling off his tongue.
Up close, Izzie allowed herself to look at him. Took in his every curve with her eyes, imagining how best to take him inside her mouth. "You're . . . ."
Ryker panted. Evidently, it was enough for him just to watch her appraise his cock. "I'm what?"
"Za—" She stopped before Wright's name escaped her lips. It seemed wrong talking about him when knelt before someone who did things to her no man had ever done. "He didn't have—"
"He didn't have a dick? Why am I not surprised?"
Izzie cleared her throat. "He didn't have this." She indicated his foreskin with a small caress of her thumb. Granted, it had been dark and she really hadn't seen Wright's anatomy—she just knew thanks to the answers he'd provided to her anxious pre-sex rambling. Thousands of intimate questions had bubbled off her lips, and to her memory, practically all had been answered in a clinical, damn near businesslike manner.
That period in her life seemed so far ago. Honestly, Izzie didn't remember much of the night itself. She'd been high on nerves.
"I'm not circumcised," Ryker said, softer. "Well, you can see that. But—"
"I like it." Izzie's face burned. "I like seeing you…"
"As God fucking intended it?"
"Yeah. That sounds right." She worried her lip awkwardly between her teeth and began shyly stroking his length. Her fist fit around him nicely, and she loved the way he moaned with every pump of her hand. But she wanted guidance. She wanted to lick his skin and trust he'd tell her if she was doing it properly. She wanted—
"Careful now," Ryker murmured, his voice ragged. Then his fingers wove through her hair, gently stroking her scalp and encouraging her head forward. "Open up, sweets."
Her lips parted and his cock slid inside, and God if this wasn't the weirdest sensation on the planet she didn't know what was. It was so different from anything she'd yet experienced. She wasn't on a bed or cot or stretched out before him; she was on her knees, in a shower, without the protective veil of dark, and Ryker guided her head, drawing her forward so that she took a bit more of his cock into her mouth with every thrust.
"Wrap your lips around me . . . oh God, yeah, that's it." He released a jagged moan. "Every time I thrust in, squeeze your lips around me and suck me in. Oh yes. Yeah. Just like that."
He pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, holding it away from her face as his hips pumped forward, allowing her to get a feel for the rhythm. Izzie willed her eyes shut and absorbed sensation—water splashing her face, Ryker's guttural whimpers, the feel of his cock slipping between her lips. She savored the taste of his skin as he explored just how deep he could go.
"You're so hot," he purred. "So hot."
Izzie's eyes flashed as her mouth danced down his length, then released him to speak. "This good?"
"Oh yes."
"I'm doing okay?"
Ryker nodded and settled his fingers over hers, his hips pushing forward as the head of his cock rubbed the outline of her wet mouth. "Inside, baby," he whimpered, gripping her hair and pulling her head forward. "Take me in."
She quirked a brow, her confidence slowly on the rise. There was an undeniable rush of power in this position—one she'd never associated with what she was doing. Blowjobs had always struck her as something that empowered the man—the man's victory in getting a woman submissive and on her knees with her mouth open. Never had she thought she could wield power while licking a guy's cock, and while there was every chance her power was limited to the vampire whom she touched, the rush was undeniably potent and oh so intoxicating. She'd become an addict in a matter of seconds.
"You didn't say 'please.'" Izzie flicked her tongue playfully along the underside of his length.
His eyes widened and landed on hers, and she burned watching him watch her as she played with him. Watching him absorb her—watching as her reflection dissolved in the crystalline sea within his endless gaze.
"Don't think you're in a position to refuse," he retorted. "Now suck me."
"Nope, don't think so." She licked the tip of his cock and shook her head free of his grip, her left hand dropping to explore the weight of his balls. "You like having these touched?"
If his answering growl hadn't sent shivers down her spine, she would have laughed. "If you don't know the answer to that," he rasped, "you know nothing about men."
"There we agree."
"I thought you wanted—ahhh!"
"A taste?" Izzie grinned and curled her tongue around his sac. "I'm not done. Let me play."
"I'm yours, baby."
She knew that, but she still wasn't ready to explore the connotations. Not yet. Instead, Izzie nodded again, pressing his erection to his stomach as she peppered a series of wet kisses along the underside. Without coaxing, she licked a soft path up and down before fixing on the small patch of skin between his shaft and his testicles.
A cross between a hiss and a yelp rebounded off the walls. "Oh fuck." Suddenly his hands were in her hair again, the grip near painful. "Izzie!"
"Yes?"
"All the way in." He pressed his cockhead against her mouth and rubbed the closed seam of her lips. The sensation sent sharp little tickles to her clit. "Wanna show you . . ."
"You don't like my playing?"
"I don't wanna play," he said loudly.
Izzie giggled and drew him into her mouth again, and shivered at his triumphant groan. His fingers tightened in her hair as he thrust forward. The head of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and she had to repress the urge to gag.
In the next second he voiced a gruff command: "Swallow."
Perhaps she'd pushed him too far—Izzie didn't know. She was aware on some level that she should be offended, or at least put up a half decent fight. But the rest of her was too aroused to care. She contracted her throat muscles around him and shivered again when he moaned in response, then he was pulling away again . . . pulling away until he lingered at the entrance of her mouth.
"Swallow every time I thrust," he said.
If his voice hadn't been rough with lust, his ass would have suffered a serious kicking. As it was, his voice gave away everything he wished to keep from her. His voice told her exactly who was in c
harge.
Izzie didn't know what she expected, though a repetitive slam of his hips until semen was spilling down her throat was around the top of the list. And while his hold on her remained commanding, there was nothing demonstrably rough about the way his body rocked against her. He was neither fast nor slow. He took his time, his eyes burning into her an endless hole—one from which she was certain she would never escape.
She didn't know if she wanted to escape. Not anymore.
"You . . . have . . . no . . . idea." Ryker panted, pumping harder. "How hot this looks. Watching my dick disappear into that heavenly mouth of yours. Feeling you take me—swallow me. You're wet, aren't you? I can smell how wet you are. How much you love this. Nod for me if you love this, Izzie."
She nodded before she could help herself. Damn him. His answering leer was almost embarrassing, but she spared her dignity by putting the limelight back on him with a timely squeeze of his balls.
"Fuck . . . Izzie. touch yourself."
Her eyes widened.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "It's just you and me here."
She released him just long enough to smack her lips and say, "Who's afraid?"
"Looked so hot last night. Do it for me?"
Izzie poked her tongue out at him, her hand abandoning his sac and traveling down her own shower-wet body. She stopped to massage her breast and took him between her lips again as her fingers slid down, down, down until she was cupping her pussy.
"Oh God." Ryker moaned. "Izzie."
She met his eyes.
"So pretty. Feel how wet you are?"
Feel wasn't a strong enough word. Izzie had known she was aroused, but the rush of fluid that greeted her fingers sent electric shocks through her body and she felt something small and potent charge through her buzzing veins at the softest contact. Her mouth relaxed around him with the weight of her sigh.
"Push your fingers inside your cunt, and pretend it's me." His voice had grown thick, his hips resuming their slow pace. "Pretend I'm stretching you wide. Pretend it's me who's filling up your sweet little hole with my prick. Pretend with me."
Pretending was enough to weaken her with lust, which must have translated to her eyes.
"Again?" he asked. "You want me inside again?"
She was sore, truth be told. Their rampant lovemaking had rendered her untrained muscles pleasantly achy, but at once not even that mattered. She did want him again. Over and over.
Yet she didn't want to confess it now. Now she wanted to taste. Therefore, Izzie ignored him, instead sucking him hard and holding him at the back of her throat. And then she swallowed. She swallowed again and again, caressing him with muscles she'd never known could hold such power over men. She watched him dissolve from one extreme to the next, her fingers settling over her clit and rubbing fast as he came apart.
Then finally she felt him explode. Felt the ropy strands of his release spill down her throat as his body broke in trembles. The roar of her name split the air like thunder, and before she could even decide whether or not she liked his taste, Ryker had jerked her to her feet and was staring her down with that gorgeous, endless gaze of his. And then they were caught in unfamiliar waters—Izzie panting heavily, trapped in his grip but without want of escape, Ryker's chest heaving as his eyes searched hers for an unnamed something.
"Izzie," he whispered, staring hard at her. But not as hard as the force of his lips as they came crashing down on hers. Not as hard as the way his tongue fought its way into her mouth, thrashing her tongue with his.
He gave a deep, sensual purr that made her bones vibrate and sent a fresh wave of lust crashing over her veins. She was still pooling with need, her body melting into him like a heated candle. His mouth ripped at hers with ferocity which should have frightened her, but it did little more than fan the flames roaring closer to explosion.
He tasted of sin, and she inhaled him. She had no desire to return to the ways of virtue—not when the wicked felt this good. Not with the soothing rumble of his purrs against her chest. Not with his erect cock rubbing her belly. Not with the way he almost subconsciously whispered against her mouth, telling her things that tore down all past insecurities and built her up in a rush of womanly pride.
She'd never been kissed the way he kissed her. Shit, she'd barely been kissed at all, but those few times had never been like this. Like she was an elixir of all things pure and desirable. Like she was anything beyond a girl. Ryker might be growling into her, his teeth might be nipping at her, but the strokes of his lips were damn near reverent. He consumed her, devoured her, crawled inside her and made himself at home. He sucked her tongue and imprinted himself on the building blocks that made her who she was.
"Can you?" he asked between kisses. "Can you again?"
Her tone didn't match her bravado, but Izzie sensed with him, she could do anything. "Can you?"
"Vampire, sweets. I can go all day."
"So can I," she shot back.
He grinned and kissed the corner of her mouth. "No you can't. You're hurting now, aren't you?"
"Just a little."
"Then I—"
"But I want it." Izzie lowered her face to his shoulder and softly sank her teeth into his skin. And she knew she had him. With vampires, biting was an invitation for sex, though she couldn't recall when she'd learned that at the moment, or if she was just making it up.
Either way, it seemed to work. Ryker trembled hard and his voice lowered an octave. "Wrap your legs around me."
Izzie obeyed blindly and gasped into his mouth. The head of his cock slipped between her pussy lips and proceeded to torture her into an early grave, dancing up and down her slit. He swirled his hips once, twice, taking himself into his hand and directing his silky tip to her clitoris.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he told her. "You asked for it."
"I did."
"Even if it hurts?"
"I don't care. I just want you."
He pressed his brow to hers. "I want you, too. Now. Tomorrow. Forever. I want you to come until you can't come anymore. Until you can't say anything for screaming my name. Until you don't remember what it's like to not have me inside you."
Izzie gasped, leaning in before she could help herself to steal a tender kiss from his lips. The look on his face sent her to the stars. "I think I'm okay with that."
"That's not all," Ryker said. "I want more from you than you can give."
"Don't know until you ask."
"Even if it's forever? Even if it's you and me . . . forever?"
The reality of his question weighed upon her without warning. The line between death and eternity, human and nonhuman, choice and design. For the first time she had a choice—a voice in her fate, in her future.
"You might not want me forever," she reasoned.
"I do."
"How do you know?"
"I love you. Told you plenty."
"But what if you don't always love me?"
Ryker shook his head. "Doesn't work that way."
"It works that way every day. I've seen it."
"It doesn't work that way with me."
She frowned. "How do you know?"
"I just do. And I want you forever." He stared unblinkingly into her eyes. "If I asked for forever, would you give it?"
"I don't know," she replied honestly. And she didn't. She hadn't the slightest idea—she couldn't think now, on virtually no sleep and a body aching from and desperate for sex. The words she spoke came fast and unfiltered, but she believed them wholly, even before she knew what they'd say. "But I want to say yes."
Whatever else, Ryker had clearly not expected that. "Izzie."
His voice was a whisper as he surrendered, his cock pushing within her pussy, the cool column of steely flesh rubbing her soaked insides. He buried himself deeper, deeper, spreading her so wide she thought she would rip down the middle—and were it not for the pleasure numbing her mind and attacking every vital nerve in her body, she was sure she would be in pain.
"God, yes."
She clutched the back of his head as her own fell helplessly against the wall.
"I've never felt anything so hot," Ryker murmured, his lips fluttering across her shoulder. "Not until you."
Izzie liked to think she would have said something moderately coherent, but the next second, he was moving inside her. Pulling her apart and piecing her together again with the slow, tortuous thrusts of his hips. Her jaw fell slack and a long, wordless sound fell through her lips. It didn't help when his mouth began showering kisses along her collarbone, nor did it help when his teeth scraped hotly against her flesh. Nothing helped—her senses were consumed entirely in him.
In this.
"Fight me," Ryker said, a hand dropping to her ass to angle her into his thrusts. "Every time I sink inside, you push up, yeah?"
"Against the wall," she said breathlessly, "is different for me."
"I know."
"And if I fall—"
"I'll catch you," Ryker growled, drawing out of her body slowly before sinking in again, a pleasured sigh tearing through his throat.
"What if you fall, too?"
"We fall together."
Izzie sucked in a breath, her hips pushing forward to recapture his cock as he pulled back again. "I want more."
"Don't wanna hurt you."
"I don't care."
"I do," Ryker replied. He surged within her, and sucked her lip between his teeth as he pulled away again, his grip on her hips commanding her forward so that her pussy dragged with him. The wet suctioning of her flesh fighting to keep him locked inside her struck a primal nerve deep within her body. It was so bare—so open. He had her nailed to the wall with his erection, and he was determined to drill her so good she forgot how to walk.
"Tell me again," Izzie said softly. "Please."
"I love you."
She could have melted, then. Withered away happy. The power the words had over her should have terrified her, but it didn't. At least not enough to cut herself off. "Ohh. Yes."
"Fuck, the sounds you make." Ryker shuddered and grunted, his pace beginning to harden.
And though it hurt a bit, her body demanded more. Needed more. She wouldn't object. She just wanted to keep him moving. Wanted to keep the slick feel of him gliding in and out of her body. Her skin was hot and clammy, her nerves buzzing so hard she was astonished when they didn't blink out on overload. All she knew was she had to keep him. Had to fight. Her hips surged upward every time he dared try to escape her. Every time he fell back.
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