Noise: A Forbidden Flowers Story

by Lynne, Donya

  And God love him, he doubled his efforts. Which was all it took. What had risen like a slow crescendo now rushed into the stratosphere, sending her Richter scale to a magnitude of eleven.

  “Ryker!” She screamed his name as her body shot away from the wall, slamming into his as she convulsed from head to toe.

  He caught her, staggered backward, then held on tightly as her muscles contracted and released around his cock so hard she thought she might pass out.

  “Breathe, baby,” he whispered into her hair.

  Oh, yeah. Breathing. That was a thing.

  As she sucked in oxygen in great heaving gulps, intense sensations like nothing she’d ever felt shivered through her body.

  “Omigod.” She clung to him, closing her eyes and savoring the way her body quivered every few seconds, her insides still buzzing like they were filled with electricity.

  When she could speak again, she sighed and relaxed against his body. “That was—”

  “Not over yet,” he finished as he sidestepped them to the patio door.

  She lifted her head. “What do you mean? Didn’t you—?”

  He gave her a look that confirmed what she’d already begun to realize. “What we just did was for you.” He opened the sliding door with one hand, still holding her with the other. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Eight

  A gentleman lets a lady come first.

  Ryker had just proven he was a perfect gentleman.

  But even perfect gentlemen had their limits, and it looked like Taylor had just found Ryker’s. And from the glint in his eye as he hauled her to the master bedroom on the main floor, she was going to enjoy exploring them.

  He carried her to the edge of the king bed, lifted them both onto the mattress, and knee-walked her to the center before dropping her on her back and coming down on top of her. At no point did he remove his cock from the sheath of her body.

  The moment he released her, she hooked her ankles behind his firm ass and held him inside her as he pinned her hands on either side of her bed.

  He rocked his hips side to side. Slowly at first, then with a bit more insistence.

  Mmm, that felt nice. Different. Sensual.

  “I bet you’ve only ever been fucked one way,” he said, his voice gruff, jaw tight. He was still breathing hard from what he’d done to her outside.

  “What way is that?”

  “Hard, fast, like it’s a race.” He began rotating his hips in small circles. First to the left, then to the right.

  “What makes you say that?” He wasn’t wrong. In fact, he was exactly right.

  His back and shoulders joined in with his hips, rolling and shifting, making the circles bigger, more forceful, more fluid. He was like a hula dancer, perfectly coordinated from head to toe. This wasn’t a man hell-bent on getting his rocks off. Ryker wanted to create an experience. Not just for her, but for him too. For both of them together.

  “Because that’s how men fuck when they don’t know what a woman needs.” He grinned down at her, a curtain of black hair hanging on either side of her face. “I personally think they’ve watched too much porn and think women actually like that shit.”

  She laughed, then immediately sucked in her breath as the laughter kicked a jolt of happy-feel-good between her legs at the same time his hips hitched.

  He groaned, smiling down at her. “That felt nice.”

  “You felt that?”

  “Didn’t you?”

  She licked her lips and nodded, moving with him now. “Yes.” And she still felt it. Like tightness or pressure, only it felt really, really good.

  He released her hands and drove his palms into the mattress on either side of her, lowering himself so his chest could rub against her erect nipples. Then he pushed himself up to grind her clit with his pubic bone before repeating one variation after another.

  Just watching him move like that—feeling the way every part of his body made love to every part of hers—was enough to get her hot again. And with that titillating pressure spreading through her core, it was only a matter of time before another orgasm stirred to life inside her. Deeper than before.

  “I think I’m going to come again,” she whispered, almost too scared to say it aloud for fear of jinxing it. She’d never had two orgasms back to back. Never been one for multiples.

  “That’s the idea.” He brushed his lips over hers, rocking rhythmically against her, his tempo slow and methodical, but with growing intensity. Increasing expansion and contraction. Accelerating energy. Like the way waves build in the ocean, starting as little more than ripples, then growing into twelve-foot walls of water.

  The way he flowed over her, rocking her forward and back, reminded her of when her family had gone to the beach and she’d been floating in an inner tube. Wave after wave pushed her toward shore, then pulled her back out into the ocean.

  Ryker was the wave she was riding now. Or was he the wave that was riding her?

  “I’ve never done that before,” she murmured against his mouth as he dipped down for a heated kiss.

  In response, he pressed his cock deep inside her, rolling his pubic bone unrelentingly against her clit.

  That same burning tightness she’d experienced before twisted around itself deep inside her core as he served her body, giving as good as he got. The pleasure rose and deepened, spreading from her center, down her legs, through her stomach, all the way to the tips of her fingers.

  “Ryker . . .” She dug her nails into his shoulders. “I’m there . . . I’m there . . .”

  He must have felt her insides tighten as she prepared to come, because he grunted like he was going to join her.

  “Pull my hair,” he said through clenched teeth, vigorously pumping into her now. “Fucking pull my hair.” Sweat dripped off the tip of his nose and splattered her neck, his body slick.

  With the throes of orgasm upon her, she reached both hands around to the back of his head, grabbed two fistfuls of hair, and yanked just as her orgasm claimed her.

  His hips slapped forward as his head flew back. “Fuck, yes!”

  She was lost. Lost to the quakes seizing her stomach, her thighs, her throat, stealing her voice. An unintelligible string of syllables streamed out of him as he fell forward, collapsing on her body as his hips convulsed, his cock pulsing heavily inside her.

  It was a long while before either could move again, but when they could, he rolled to the side and sat up.

  “Washcloths?” he asked.

  “Linen closet in the hallway.” She pointed out her bedroom door.

  He fetched a washcloth and towels, then disappeared into the master bathroom. When he returned, he used the dampened washcloth to clean her up before toweling her down.

  Then they lay on their backs in the afterglow, his fingers playing sweetly over hers.

  “Told you I knew what I was doing,” he said, his voice drowsy but self-assured.

  She rolled onto her side and propped herself onto her elbow, caressing his chest with her fingertips. “I suppose you want a cookie now.”

  He grinned. “You never quit, do you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good. Don’t.” He reached up and pushed back her hair so he could cup her cheek in his enormous palm. “I like your smart-and-sassy mouth.”

  Her gaze flicked to his flaccid cock, then back to eyes. “You haven’t even seen what I can do with my smart-and-sassy mouth, yet.”

  Interest lit in his expression, bringing him back to life as his breath hitched. “Oh, yeah?”

  She waggled her eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah.”

  “You wanna show me?”

  “Do you want me to?” She leaned down and pressed a full-lipped kiss against his pec, then another one on his stomach, working her way down before looking back up at him for his answer.

  Lusty hunger smoldered in his gaze, his jaw grinding like he was already gearing up for the blow job of his life. Could he already tell that she could give him what other w
omen hadn’t?

  He growled as she wrapped her long fingers around his hardening erection, maintaining eye contact with him. “Do you, Noise? Do you want me to?”

  He licked his lips, then let the bottom one hang open as he stared down the length of his body at her, breathing heavily.

  “I want.”

  Good, because she wanted too. She wanted hard.

  And, like him, she gave as good as she got.

  Tonight, they would both get what they wanted. And, with any luck, they would continue getting what they wanted from each other for a long time to come. And make all the noise they wanted getting it.

  Chapter Nine

  Back in Dr. O’s Office . . .

  I set my pen on my legal pad. “It looks like you got what you wanted,” I say. “You’re still dating.”

  “We’re still fucking,” Taylor says, correcting me again. “Not dating.”

  She had said pretty much the same thing at the beginning of her interview, but after hearing her story, I’m more convinced than ever that she is crazy about this man, and he’s crazy about her, and that if neither of them sees it yet, one or both of them soon will. Then the proverbial shit will hit the fan, and once the fallout settles, they will either be in a committed relationship and stronger than ever, or they’ll be over, because fear is a ruthless enemy to defeat.

  But I have faith in love. And I have faith that Taylor will overcome this. She’s already surmounted mountain-sized obstacles from being raised in a corrupt church by dysfunctional parents, which left severe scars on her soul. If she can conquer all the bullshit they did to her, she can conquer her fear of commitment.

  Losing Ryker is no longer an option. I don’t know if she sees that, but I do. From where I’m sitting, Taylor is already engaged. She just doesn’t have the ring to prove it.

  But I would bet my last dollar that Ryker has already bought her one.

  Either way, her story works nicely for my book, for the simple reason that she and Ryker started off on such slippery footing, with her doing everything to push him away, and him doing everything to draw her in despite her words to the contrary. And the fact that they still use these tactics on purpose to increase the eroticism between them fascinates me.

  We chat a bit more before her phone pings. She quickly glances down at the text message.

  “Ah, it’s my sister.” She unfolds her legs and jams her feet back into her flip-flops as she collects her things. “She texted earlier and asked if she could call me tonight. I guess Mom and Dad have gotten worse, and poor Katy is about to lose her mind.”

  I walk her to the door. “Thanks for coming in, Taylor. And let me know if anything changes. It would make a nice follow-up story for the book.”

  She nods and waves as she starts down the hall, her phone in her hand. “I will. Thanks, Dr. O. Good luck with the book.”

  I return to my office and quickly skim through my notes, then walk to the window and gaze out over the city, feeling lonelier than ever.

  Maybe this project wasn’t such a good idea. I mean, I know it is, but for me, it’s bringing up a lot of challenging feelings. When the topic of great sex came up on my podcast, and my social media lit up with women wanting to tell their stories about the best sex they’ve ever had, it seemed like a no-brainer that I should write a book about it.

  What I hadn’t expected was how hearing all these women talk about all this great sex they’ve had would shine a light on my own inadequate sex life.

  I’ve never had great sex.

  Like Taylor, the men I’ve dated have been mediocre in the bedroom, at best. And in some cases, they were downright dreadful.

  I glance back at the legal pad and digital recorder, seeing the vision of her story replay in my mind. How, in the most unexpected of circumstances, Taylor and Ryker found each other when they hadn’t even been looking, and they’ve been together ever since, even if their relationship is unorthodox.

  I turn and face the window again, but it’s not the city I see. It’s my own reflection.

  When will it be my turn? When will I bump into that one man who will just get me? The way Ryker just got Taylor?

  Their story gives me hope. One day, I will find him. Or he’ll find me. Will we just know too? Will we just know that each of us is what the other needs?

  I guess I’ll find out if—when—it happens.

  For now, it’s just me and my vibrator. And I think I’m going to need it tonight.

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