by E. L. Todd
Fuck, that was hot.
Rae was independent too…but not this extreme.
“Then we won’t be exclusive.” Even with a condom, she still felt incredible. I’m sure she would give amazing head, so that would be enough for me. “Anything else?”
“Secrecy. I don’t want you talking to my brother about us.”
“Done.” I wasn’t going to do that anyway.
“If we hang out together, we have to pretend nothing is happening between us. If I bring a date, you can’t be weird about it.”
“Done.” I wasn’t sure how well I would swallow that, but I could put on a brave face if I had to. “I have a request of my own.”
“I’m listening.”
“I want to be friends.”
She raised an eyebrow like the question was perverse.
“I think you’re a cool chick, and I like hanging out with you. I want us to be friends. I want the type of relationship where we can relax around one another, be honest with each other. We can get dinner together from time to time, and it’s not questionable.”
When she was silent, it wasn’t obvious how she felt about that. She looked out the window again as she considered it. “I guess that would be okay. As long as we understand what this is from the beginning, everything should be fine.”
I nodded in agreement.
“No sleepovers.”
I liked morning sex, so that was a pity. “Why?”
“I don’t need to give a reason why. I just don’t do sleepovers.” When she was questioned, that’s when the claws came out.
If someone asked me the same question, I’d probably have the exact same response. I’d never been particular about the women I was attracted to. There weren’t any qualities that I preferred over others. But her badass, no-bullshit vibe was a serious turn-on. “Okay.”
“Anything else?” she asked. “Are you into special kinks?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why? Would you be willing to do them?”
“Of course. I’ve got my own fantasies I expect you to fulfill.”
Instantly, I was hard in my jeans. I wanted to throw my drink on her chest and lick away every drop of my beer. “Good to know.”
She brought her glass to her lips and took a drink, her curled brown hair begging to be touched.
I tossed more than enough cash on the table to cover our drinks. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Are we having a booty call already?” she asked as she licked her lips.
“Don’t act like you don’t wish we were fucking right now.”
***
I loved her tits.
Perky. Firm. Round.
They were petite because she was a thin woman, but their perkiness made up for what she lacked in size. I cherished her soft skin and sucked her nipples hard into my mouth. I ravished her with my tongue, exploring her perfect body and the wonderful curves she possessed.
I was on top, her ankles hooked together in the center of my back. I thrust her frame into the mattress, tapping the headboard against the wall as I rocked my hips and fucked her good and hard.
She was soaking wet.
She breathed with me, her chest covered with sweat. Her nails dug into my shoulders and slowly trailed down my back, nearly cutting into my skin. She moaned as she took my cock over and over. “Ryker…” Her eyes lit up like fireworks as she whispered my name. She was so sexy without even trying, moving in the perfect ways to make me feel amazing.
I could stay buried inside her like this for the rest of time. Sex was incredible, but good sex like this made me feel alive. Feeling so good because of another person was electrifying. Her pussy was made just for my cock. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart.” I’d pleased her enough, and now it was my turn.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me hard inside her. “Give it to me…”
I moaned as my cock twitched inside her. She wanted to watch me come because she found it arousing, and that just heightened my own pleasure. I pumped into her hard, nearly breaking my headboard because I was rocking with such intensity.
“Hold on.”
My shaft was about to explode. I couldn’t hold on any longer.
She rolled me onto my back then balanced on the balls of her feet. With her hands gripping my shoulders, she bounced down my length repeatedly. She had to pull herself high off the bed to reach my tip before she sheathed me to my balls once more. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits as she continued to move up and down. Fiery confidence was bright in her eyes, knowing she was making me feel like a king. “Now I want you to come.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. My cock was throbbing with desperation as it ached to release into the tip of the condom. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
She bounced on my dick harder, bringing me to the finish line with explosive energy. Her tits shook in my hands as she moved, her nipples hard like diamonds.
I released with a loud moan, exploding inside the condom with my eyes on her tits. My head rolled back as I enjoyed the delectable release, feeling the pleasure spread across my entire body. It was scorching hot. “Fuck…” The orgasm seemed to last forever, dragging on until it finally came to an end. When I didn’t have an orgasm for a prolonged period of time, the next time I did, it was usually epic. But I just got laid a few days ago, and the pleasure was just as explosive now as it was then.
Because her pussy was that perfect.
Chapter Eight
Austen
When the workday was over, I walked out of the building and headed toward 2nd Street. Madeline and I were meeting at our favorite bakery, The Muffin Girl. Anytime we had an excuse to go there, we seized it.
She already had a table outside on the small terrace. Two creamy Frappuccinos sat there with our favorite carrot cake cupcakes. “I got the last two. Made a little girl cry, but it was worth it.”
“When it comes to war, there will always be casualties.”
“I’m glad you understand.” She set a fork on my napkin, knowing I ate my cupcake the lame way. “How was work?”
“It was good. My eyes hurt from staring at a screen so long, but other than that, it was pretty normal.”
“Run into Jason?”
“Yeah, but I told him it wasn’t going to work.”
“How’d he take it?” She scooped a piece of the cake and popped it into her mouth.
“He understood. It wasn’t a big conversation.” Jason worked in the IT department, so he was pretty laid-back. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who had temper issues.
“What about Ryker? Anything happen with him?”
I told Madeline everything, but this was a secret I wanted to keep to myself. If other people knew about it, it would make the arrangement more serious. And she would give me shit for going back on my word. “No. We had amazing sex, but that’s over.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to walk away from that.”
I couldn’t either. When Ryker laid out the parameters of the relationship without a hint of emotion, I thought it could work. He didn’t object to any of my requests, and even if he did, I probably would have caved because he was that good in the sack. The second time we slept together, I thought it might be mediocre because the novelty had worn off. But nope, it was the exact opposite. “There are other fish in the sea, right?”
Madeline bowed her head and picked at her cupcake, not taking a bite but destroying the foundation of the baked treat. She avoided eye contact and suddenly seemed morose. The change was so sudden that it was jarring.
“Everything alright, girl?”
“Yeah…” She set down her fork and took a long drink of her coffee, slurping it down like something was stuck in her throat.
I knew she was full of shit. “Madeline, it’s me. You can tell me anything.” I set my fork down and watched her with concern, unsure what she wanted to say to me. She only acted like this when something bad happened.
“It’s one of those situations where you don’t know if yo
u should tell the person… It might be helpful, or it might be hurtful…it could go either way. But if I don’t tell you, you’ll find out some other way, and that might be worse.”
“Okay…” Now I really was worried. “Just lay it on me.”
“Alright.” She wiped her fingers with a napkin and released a big sigh, the weight of the situation suffocating her.
I waited, my eyes glued to her face.
She sighed again.
“Just be straight with me, Maddie. You know I can take anything.”
“Okay, okay. Nathan and Lily just got divorced.” The sympathy crept into her expression as she watched me, waiting for whatever reaction I might have.
I heard the words, and they sank into my skin slowly, eventually seeping into my bones. My heart continued to beat at a normal pace, unaffected by this information. But everything else fired up. My temperature increased, and my lungs worked a little harder to give me the air I needed. The news wasn’t good or bad, but it was jarring all the same. “Do you know why?”
“No. Jenn heard this from Jasmine, who’s friends with—”
“I know who Jasmine is.” I knew all of Lily’s friends.
“Looks like the divorce happened pretty quickly. It may have been mutual. I don’t know…”
I tore off a piece of the cupcake and popped it into my mouth. I chewed it slowly, thinking of that horrific day when I walked into my apartment and saw the love of my life fucking my best friend. To this day, I wasn’t sure which betrayal hurt me more.
“Are you happy?”
“Not really,” I said honestly. “It would have made me feel better if they were meant to be. Then I wouldn’t take the betrayal so personally. But if they were only married less than two years…then what they had wasn’t real. So Nathan left me because she had nicer tits and a perkier ass. No other reason. And that’s what bothers me…”
Madeline nodded in understanding. “I get where you’re coming from. But I wanted to tell you so no one else would catch you off guard.”
“You did the right thing, Maddie.”
“And just in case he tries talking to you again…”
I scoffed because the suggestion was ludicrous. “He’d have to be really stupid to try that.”
“You never know. Men are thick.”
“True.” I ate more of my cupcake and inhaled my coffee like it was air.
Madeline watched every move I made, analyzing every little action. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” I forced a fake smile to reassure her there was nothing to worry about. But inside, it did bother me. When it came to Nathan, I would always be bitter. Not only did he break my heart, but he made a fool out of me to the entire world. Everyone I knew saw me as the poor girl that he traded in for something better. And Lily betrayed me even more. We’d been best friends since sixth grade. But all those years of friendship didn’t mean as much to her as it did to me. “What do you want to do on Saturday? I was thinking we could go wine tasting in Connecticut along the coast. What do you say?”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll text Jenn.” She pulled out her phone and sent the message. “I’m sure she’ll be down. Anyone else you want to invite?”
“I guess Jared, unless he has a date. He told me he was talking to some girl from the gym. Not sure if anything came from it.”
“It’s Jared.” She rolled her eyes. “Something always comes from it.”
I laughed because she was right. Not only was he good-looking, but he had serious moves. He could land chicks quicker than we could land guys. He had a very special talent.
“What about Liam and Ryker?”
“What about them?” I didn’t invite my brother to do everything, and I wasn’t going to start now. I enjoyed my brother’s company, but we weren’t attached at the hip.
“Should we invite them?”
“Do you want to invite them?” I asked. “Or more specifically, Liam?”
A smile crept into her features. “Yes, please. Unless that will be weird between you and Ryker.”
“Not at all.” I would just have to keep my hands to myself and not screw him in the bathroom while everyone was preoccupied. “Invite them.”
“Alright. I’m gonna do it.” She typed the message on her phone and set it on the table.
Instantly, Liam’s named popped up on the screen.
“He said they’ll be there.” She smiled as she texted back. “And Jared said he’ll come, but he’s bringing a hot piece of ass—his words, not mine.”
She didn’t need to tell me that. I figured that out on my own.
“And Jenn is down too. Looks like the whole crew is coming. This will be fun.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it will.” I was grateful I had something to get my mind off what she just told me. After Nathan hurt me like that, I stood tall and refused to show my pain. I never cried in front of anyone or even let people think I may have been wounded by what happened. In fact, I acted like I didn’t give a damn at all.
But in reality, what happened with Nathan and Lily destroyed me.
For good.
***
Stone Cold.
Ryker’s message lit up on my screen. The nickname had grown on me since he first called me that. I liked it because it was unusual. I was sure he never called any other woman by that name. Sexy.
I miss you.
Am I talking to you or your cock?
Sweetheart, we’re one and the same.
A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about the feel of his lips on my mouth. He was such a phenomenal kisser, the best I’d ever had. He used his hands with the same perfection as he did his mouth. Everything about him was perfect—the ideal man.
The more I thought about him, the more I burned for his touch. After the news Madeline gave me, I was eager to fall into something powerful so I would stop thinking about it. Sex with Ryker was the only thing good enough to mask all my other thoughts. I just thought about him and all the amazing things he did to me. I want you to fuck me. I didn’t think twice about what I said. I didn’t have any hesitance. With him, I felt like I could say anything without seeming desperate or clingy.
The feeling is mutual. Here or there?
I didn’t want him at my apartment. When I stayed at his, I had the freedom to leave whenever I wanted and go home. But if he was at my place, I was at his mercy until he decided to leave. I’ll be there in ten minutes.
We’ll be waiting.
I left my apartment and arrived ten minutes later. I walked inside and finally noticed the qualities of his apartment. It was a penthouse on the top floor of a beautiful skyscraper. Hardwood floors led to floor-to-ceiling windows. His furniture was black and made of leather. Everything reeked of masculinity. “You have a nice place. I never noticed before.”
He shut the door behind me then pressed his chest against my back. One arm folded over my chest and gripped my shoulder as he pressed his face into my neck. His lips brushed past my warm skin before he placed a wet kiss on it. My skin was so hot the moisture evaporated almost instantly. “Thank you.”
He guided me to the back of the couch and pressed my hips against the top cushion. His muscled forearm was covered with corded veins, and his long fingers dug into my shoulder with possessiveness. “You can keep admiring it while I fuck you right here.” He yanked my dress above my hips and pushed me down so I was bent over the couch.
I already wanted to come.
He pulled my thong down to my knees then dropped his sweatpants and boxers. He rolled on a condom then violently shoved himself inside me, giving me all of his length in one swift motion. He used to go easy on me, but now that my pussy was used to his cock, he didn’t show me an ounce of gentleness.
Not that I wanted him to.
His hand wrapped around the front of my neck, and he slammed into me from behind, fucking me over the back of the couch. His cock pierced me over and ov
er, sliding through the slickness that continued to grow just for him.
I loved the carnal aggression that seeped from every inch of his skin. He grunted from behind me as he worked his body to please me. Within minutes, he was covered in sweat and his fingers tightened around my throat.
I didn’t prefer to be grabbed that way, but I liked it when he did it.
“This pussy is fucking perfect.” He moaned between words as he fucked me into the back of the couch, taking me like he owned me.
He could own me all he wanted if he made me feel this good.
He leaned over me, his chest rubbing against my back. His lips moved to my ear as his breaths filled my canal.
I watched our figures move in the reflection of the black TV, two animals fucking in heat.
My hand cupped his neck as I listened to him breathe next to my ear, hearing all his desire for me in his pants. My fingers felt his strands of hair that were coated with sweat. I fell into the moment with him, forgetting about everything that happened before I walked through that front door.
“Come, sweetheart.” He rammed his cock into me harder, pressing me into the couch. “You’re getting so tight.”
The fact that he knew when I was about to come just turned me on more. He could feel me intimately with his girth, feeling everything that my pussy felt from the connection between us. My channel tightened again, suffocating his cock with the reaction of my pleasure. Then I released a scream of joy, a shout of ecstasy.
“There you go.”
I gripped the back of his head as I rode the waves of my high. He continued to give it to me good and hard, making the experience last longer than any other. The rush drained me, making me immensely satisfied. “Oh god…”
He kissed my hairline. “I’d love to be your god.” He pumped into me a few more times before he released into the condom, filling the pouch with loads of his seed. He stayed buried inside me when he was finished, his cock slowly softening. “Fuck, that was good.” He straightened and pulled out of me, making me feel empty once he was gone.