Claimed by the Bad Boy

by London Saint James

  She squeaked.

  “Molly?”

  “Yes?”

  “If you had plans for the day. Cancel them.”

  With that, Ryker disconnected the call, put his phone down, and walked butt-ass naked with a raging hard-on into the en suite bathroom, to take a freezing cold shower.

  ***

  Molly was standing in the middle of her steamed-up bathroom, towel drying her hair, when her cell phone rang. With a smile, she crossed her room and picked it up without looking. “Hi.” She answered. “I’m almost ready. Are you on your way?”

  “No,” said Jack. “Should I be?”

  Darn it. When this call was over she would be changing ringtones so everyone else’s didn’t match Ryker’s.

  “Oh, sorry.” She added a playful giggle, hoping to derail any real questions from him. “I thought you were my sister,” she lied. “We have plans for the day.”

  “Ah.”

  “Did you need something?” she asked.

  “You know what I need, Molls,” Jack said in a low voice.

  “Molly,” she corrected. Only one person called her Molls.

  “Right,” he muttered. “Molly.”

  What in the heck was she going to do? She couldn’t keep seeing him. While she cared for Jack, he wasn’t Ryker. And it wasn’t fair to even compare the two. She closed her eyes. If she were truthful, she’d been guilty of using him to forget about Ryker. The thought was sobering. She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about being so horrible as to do such a thing.

  You shouldn’t have started something up with him, she internally chastised.

  “Listen,” he said, breaking her reverie. “Since you have plans with Mary today, how about we spend our Monday off work, together? Tomorrow we could—”

  “Jack.” She paused and worked her bottom lip over with her teeth before she spoke again. “When we decided to see each other outside of Horizons, we promised to keep things casual.”

  “Yeah. And?”

  “Things between us are becoming more than casual, and I—”

  “All right,” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t start panicking on me, Molly-mine.”

  She straightened her spine. “I’m not panicking.”

  He chuckled, and the sound buzzed across her ear. “I just enjoy spending time with you. I’m not asking you to marry me.”

  “Good God, no.” Molly clamped her mouth shut, surprise she’d said what she was thinking aloud.

  “Okay, Molly,” he said, tone sounding pissed. “I get the picture. You want your space.”

  “Jack—”

  She was about to give him the, we-need-to-talk spiel, but Jack said, “I’ll let you have it.”

  She pulled her phone from her ear and stared at the screen, almost unbelieving. He’d hung up on her.

  Molly sighed. The talk would have to wait. Better to let him know in person she wasn’t going to keep seeing him anyway. She supposed if he wasn’t man enough to except her decision, well…. No. She wouldn’t think about that. She’d deal with the whole Jack thing later.

  Turning on her heel, she made her way back into the bathroom to slather herself in some of her favorite wild honeysuckle and vanilla lotion, and then she’d give Ryker what he wanted—her nude body, ass up.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Present.

  Ryker let himself into Molly’s place and set the spare key on top the newel post before making his way up the stairs, listening to the wood creak beneath his feet when he hit the top step.

  Yanking the canvas strap off his shoulder, he walked inside Molly’s peach-colored girly-girl bedroom and dropped his knapsack on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he took her in and stepped out of his flip flops. Had he ever seen anything as marvelous as this woman on her forearms and knees, heart-shaped ass up, her pretty plump pussy lips slightly parted for his viewing pleasure? No. He sure the hell didn’t think so. But what made the moment even better, was when she turned her head to peek over at him, hair swishing around her face, and gave him a sly little smile not quite hidden by those strawberry strands caressing the mouth he intended on enjoying.

  His cock throbbed. He’d get to her mouth, but right now, he had other plans for her.

  He unbuckled his belt, pulled it from the loops of his jeans, then went to her, placing the black leather belt on the mattress where she could see it.

  “What’s that for?” she asked, her voice small as she glanced up at him.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Molly nodded.

  “Completely?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, sweetheart. Then you’ll soon find out, what I want is your pleasure.”

  Ryker ripped the shirt from over his head and kept his attention trained on her. Molly’s eyes had turned into a darker shade of green as her gaze trailed down his chest and stomach—pupils going large. When he reached for the fly on his jeans, that talented tongue of hers swiped the line of her lips.

  Nervous? Turned on?

  A combination of both, he decided as he worked the top button free and paused. She lifted her gaze up to his face, locking on to his eyes.

  “Ryker.”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re beautiful.”

  The unexpected comment struck him—a wrecking ball blow to the midsection.

  “The only one who’s beautiful in this room, is you,” he said, working the rest of his fly open and tugging off his jeans.

  Molly was staring at the hottest man she’d ever seen in her life. Ryker kneeled beside her now, naked, with one knee on her bed, reaching out for her. She couldn’t look away, even if the doing put a kink in her neck. The strength of his pectoral muscles jumped. The six-pack she wanted to lick flexed with his movements. His biceps bulged. His thigh muscles bunched. His gorgeous cock stood at attention, tapping his navel. The man was sinful. Wicked.

  Molly’s mind switched over to the thought, Good, he so good when the electric slide of his palm swiped along the curve of her spine and then down over her ass, squeezing one fleshy globe.

  “Christ,” he uttered. “You have the best ass.”

  “I do?”

  “Absofuckinglutely.”

  She chuckled and wiggled. “I suppose I do have a generous booty.”

  He tapped her right ass cheek, then the left. “Yes, you do.” He bent and bit, not hard, but enough to make her consider his teeth, and let out a little squeak of surprise. “And this generous booty is all mine,” he assured, then parted her and plundered her starburst with the tip of his tongue.

  “Ryker,” she said in a breathy sound. “That’s naughty.”

  “You haven’t seen naughty yet.”

  He took his time and nibbled her lower lips. Flicked his tongue up, up, sucked her clit in two long pulls, then licked the entirety of her, stopping again to tongue her pucker. Molly lost all ability to speak. The man was intent on devouring her from behind. Her forehead hit the mattress in surrender.

  “Spread those knees apart.” She did, keeping her back bowed, ass up in offering. “That’s what I want. You spread for me.”

  He went to town. Lapping, and sucking. She moaned, feeling teeth and tongue. Lips and nose working over every inch of her sex until her legs started to shake. When she was on the edge, teetering, and just about to go over, he stopped. A whine escaped her lips.

  Ryker placed his hands to her hips. Gripped. The sound of his deep respirations filled the room.

  “Lie on your stomach.”

  “All right.” She slid her hands up her comforter, going flat.

  “Give me your arms, Molly.”

  She reached around with her right arm.

  “And the other one, too,” he said, picking up the belt.

  She did, although she wasn’t sure about what she thought he was going to do. “Are you going to—”

  Her question came to an abrupt halt, when Ryker secured her arms behind her back, just above her elbows, synching the leather tig
ht.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

  She was at his mercy; he could do anything he wanted to her.

  “Ryker?” she questioned, not afraid, but nervous. “I’m—”

  “Shh….” Goose bumps traversed her body when his fingers grazed her ass. “Trust me.”

  “I do.”

  “If at any time, you think it’s too much, Molls. Tell me to stop, and it stops. Okay?”

  “Yes. Okay.”

  He lifted her up by the hips, putting her back on her knees—her cheek pressed into the bed.

  The strength of him to just move her wherever he wanted her was amazing, and flipped Molly’s switch—big time. Any momentary jitters at being restrained subsided. She was so turned on by his power play, she shot straight to the fiery level of bone melting.

  Damn. Ryker wanted to eat Molly out until she screamed. She was stunning, bound for him, cheek resting on the peach-colored comforter of her bed, the strawberry strands of her hair scattered around her, ass up.

  “You good?” he asked, wanting to make sure she wasn’t frightened.

  She let out a nervous little laugh. “I suppose.”

  “Keep your knees spread.”

  He parted her smooth lower lips with the fingers of his left hand, spit on the thumb of his right, and rubbed her clit.

  “Mmm,” she muttered as he twirled her fleshy nub in a circle.

  When he pinched her clit, she jerked and moaned. Her little pussy hole pulsed, and her tight pucker twitched. The sight caused a pearlescent bead of pre-come to trickle from his pulsing dick.

  Ravenous. That’s what he was for her.

  He bent, licking in one long swipe. Moving his thumb aside to take her clitoris with his teeth, he lightly bit.

  “Oh, God, Ryker.”

  He wanted her voice. Needed his name on her lips. Her breathy pants.

  He tugged the button of her sensitive flesh once more with his teeth. She moaned. Ryker wanted her begging him. He slipped one finger into her tight channel, feeling her vaginal walls flutter around him. The sounds she made spurred him on. He worked her, adding a second finger, pumping in and out.

  “More,” she pled.

  “That’s what I want to hear. Talk to me, Molls.”

  “Please. More.”

  “You want more of my fingers stretching this sweet pussy?”

  “Yes.” Ryker gave her a third digit, thumb going back to press against her clit as he finger fucked her. “Ah, yeah!”

  He thrust those fingers even harder, pressing into her snug body as far as he could go; feeling her clench around him, and seeing her shake. He owned those shakes.

  “Come for me, Molly.”

  She gripped his fingers in an iron vice hold with her pussy, body shivering. “I’m coming.”

  He fingered her hard, never relenting, pressing past the spasms of her climax, feeling how hot and wet she was.

  “Again,” he demanded.

  “Aah….” She milked his fingers hard. Shit, she was tight. He teased her asshole with his finger and her own juices, then slipped his pinky inside. Molly detonated around him once more. “Ryker!”

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, voice gone low with animalistic hunger. The sight of her, taking three of his fingers up her snatch and one in the ass, while she came, had him about ready to give it up and come himself, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. “Take my fingers up your hungry cunt and tell me what you want.”

  “I want you.”

  “You want me to what?”

  “To fuck me with your fingers!”

  Shit. He reveled in making her go wild for him. For causing her to lose her composure and talk dirty. “Say it again.”

  “Fuck me. Please.”

  He pummeled her sex, seeing her delicate flesh stretched wide to accommodate him tucked deep inside. “God damn. Who owns this pussy?”

  “You do,” she said, taking everything he gave her.

  Ryker pulled out of her tightness, and slapped her clit.

  “Yesss!” she screamed, voice gone hoarse.

  “Come, Molly.”

  He plunged his fingers back inside of her and bent—his mouth and lips latching onto her clit, feeling her quiver all around him.

  “I am!”

  Her muscles tightened. Satisfaction for making her come at every single one of his commands, swirled through him.

  “Please Ryker,” she said, panting. “I can’t take any more.”

  “Molly. You’re not near done coming for me yet.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Present.

  Since Molly didn’t die from pleasure, she thought she would for sure die of the exhaustion overtaking her body. She took in a deep breath. She’d never come so many times in her life. Didn’t even know she was capable of the feat. She would give Ryker his dues. He’d been truthful. He wasn’t a soft lover. And what they’d done hadn’t been making love. It didn’t matter though. He was fantabulous and commanded her body like nobody’s business.

  When the mattress dipped, the sensation of movement coaxed her out of her sated stupor. Ryker was doing something behind her. Perhaps she wasn’t as exhausted as she thought, because her heart picked up the beat and her sex, which was still pulsing from the aftermath of Ryker’s fingers and mouth, fluttered in anticipation and creamed.

  There was the sound of crinkling. A second later, a condom wrapper flittered down, landing by her cheek, which was still pressed into the mattress because her arms were secured behind her back.

  “Are you going to—”

  “Fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you, Molly.”

  She waggled her fingers. “Let me loose so I can touch you.”

  “I’m doing the touching, today.”

  As soon as he said this, one of his hands held on to her hip, the other gripping the belt between her arms. He tugged, and powered inside of her in one, hard thrust, stealing her breath.

  “Aah….”

  “Christ you’re tight,” he said. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.”

  Ryker pumped in and out of her sex in long, slow, even strokes, saying dirty things to her, keeping her on the edge of breathless.

  “You have the sweetest little cunt, Molls.” He pulled all the way out, then reentered her body one inch at a time until she had all of him. “Feel how deep inside you I am? You were made to fit me. You feel so fucking good.”

  “Harder. Please.” He gave her what she wanted, picking up the pace and grinding his pelvis into her ass. He hit spots inside her body with that long, thick cock of his she didn’t even know existed, and filled her up, unable to take any more. “Don’t stop,” she said.

  “I won’t, sweetheart.”

  Ryker rolled his hips, pulsing inside of her in little thrusts, hitting her sweet spot in one skillful move.

  “Oh, shit!” Her body had turned into one continuous tremble, and she didn’t even recognize her voice any longer.

  Pleasure, unlike anything she’d ever experienced overtook her. He kept fucking her. Heat rose up her torso. Maybe she’d caught fire.

  With every thrust into her body she uttered, “Yes.”

  With every yes Ryker rocked against her. And then, seconds before she lost her mind to the exquisite bliss twirling through her, he reached around and tweaked a needy nipple, then repositioned his hand, and tugged at her clit.

  “Ryker!”

  Molly burst into an orgasm, the power of the moment washing through her body, her fingers curling, nails biting into her palms.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Come around my cock.”

  Oh, she was. And the sensation was delicious.

  She came down from the bliss, little by little, Ryker fucking her in smooth, even strokes. Molly was still breathing hard when he removed the belt. She dropped her arms, feeling the burn in her muscles, but she didn’t have time to bask in the feel of freedo
m. Ryker pulled his dick out of her and turned her over onto her back. He kissed her throat, his breath moving in warm puffs over her breasts, then he licked a nipple, her stomach, and nipped at the curve of her hip with his teeth. Her body buzzed electric before he slipped between her shaking thighs.

  She wrapped her tired arms around his waist, now able to touch him.

  “Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me.” Her body shuddered as she looked into the depths of his sea-colored eyes. Her hands slid up to grip his shoulder blades. “Go over. Come for me.” He ground himself against her, his dick so deep inside her body, she now understood being on the cusp of pleasure and pain.

  “Oooh,” she managed, sinking her fingernails into the flesh of his back.

  Ryker hissed the instant before he took her mouth, drowning out her moans with his tongue as she shattered into a thousand glittering bits of pleasure, coming so hard her heels pressed into the backs of his thighs.

  When Ryker released her from their kiss, he said, “Put your arms around my neck and hold on.”

  She did. He took her up, his strong arms bound around her torso, then went back on his heels, kneeling—still impaling her to the fullest.

  Their breaths mingled into one another’s and sweat slicked their bodies, causing Molly’s breasts, which were smashed against his chest, to slide in smooth motion.

  “Christ, Molly. You’re so fucking sweet.”

  His big hands clutched her backside, rocking her on his cock, and the new angle had her there—another orgasm, riding the wave of the last.

  “How are you doing this to me?” Her body tightened around him. “Aah….God!”

  “That’s it.” His gritty voice kept her bound to him as tightly as his arms did. The man was a machine. Unyielding. He bit the crook of her neck. She cried out. He shuddered. His fingers bit into her ass. The vibration of his groan mixed into the shivers racking her body. Ryker whispered, “Molly,” almost as if a prayer.

  ***