by Sadie Jacks
He smiled, the slightly crooked sexy smile that made my panties wet. “More than okay with it. I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it and not have to ask you. You know, just in case you weren’t on board with the idea yet.”
I laughed. “That’s usually called kidnapping.”
He shrugged. “And I’d’ve kept you until I could convince you to see it from my perspective.” He smiled again. “Besides, I’ll make you want to stay.” He leaned forward, took my mouth again in a swift, hard touch of possession.
He let me go just as quickly and turned the engine over.
I breathed through the lust that swam through my brain. I was going to make him pay for that. For both kisses and not letting me do anything but respond.
I smiled. Waved at my friends and family as we peeled out of the underground garage. I sat back in my chair. Threaded my fingers together, settled them in my lap. “How long to get home?” I looked at the sparse traffic near the outskirts of downtown where my loft sat.
He shivered slightly. “Depends on traffic, but we should be there in about ten minutes. Say that again.” He turned his head to look at me. The heat in his eyes raised the temperature in the car.
“Take me home, Ryker.” I curled my tongue around his name. Added a little moan and wiggle in my seat.
He stomped on the gas. “Fuck, cupcake.”
I unhooked my seatbelt. Leaned over the console and attacked his zipper.
“Sweet fuck.” He pulled in his abs to give me more room. “Hurry. Fucking hurry, baby.”
I stuffed my hand down his pants, gripped his hard cock in a tight fist as I pulled him from beneath the fabric. Putting my knees on the seat, my ass in the air, I thanked the goddess for privacy tinted windows.
He threaded his fingers through my hair. “In your mouth, cupcake. Take me in your mouth.” He applied the lightest pressure on the back of my head.
I greedily dipped towards his lap. Giving my lips a fast swipe with my tongue, I took him down my throat in one smooth swipe. Gagged a little. I didn’t have any idea what I was doing really, but figured he’d tell me how he liked it just like he did with everything else.
His hips jerked down and away. “Teeth! Teeth. Cover your teeth.”
Oops. I pulled up and rolled my lips over my teeth. My tongue got to work as I started fucking his dick with my mouth. Up and down in slow motions that had flames licking through my own body.
His groans and muttered encouragement made me feel like fucking Superwoman. The tight, hard jerks of his hips as he kept his fingers threaded through my hair made me wet. My pussy clamped on nothing. The burning ache of emptiness had me taking a deep breath and plunging my mouth down until I felt him nudge my throat.
I swallowed convulsively. Eased him the slightest bit farther in. There. Right there. The edge of my gag reflex.
His hips danced higher as a long, low groan purled from his mouth.
The car jerked around us, dislodging me. I took a couple deep breaths as I raised my head to peer over the dashboard. “How much farther? And please don’t kill us.”
His chuckle was strained. “Minutes. Are you wet?” Using his grip in my hair, he turned me to look at him. His green eyes were like lasers as he studied me.
I nodded.
The muscles of his cheeks twitched. He flicked his gaze up over my shoulder, nodded. He caught the wheel with his knee. With his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “Your mouth is fucking amazing.”
I nipped his thumb. “I’m glad you think so.” Lowered my mouth to his groin again. Licked the tip as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, cupcake. No more. I’m going to come inside you. Tuck it away.” He pulled on my head.
I tightened my abs, stiffened my neck. I wasn’t done playing with him yet. I sealed my lips around the shaft and sucked as I swirled the tip of my tongue over and around the sensitive head of his cock.
The pulling pressure of his hands disappeared. He seemed to struggle with what he wanted to do. So I slid more of his dick in my mouth as he figured that out.
His faintly salty, all Ryker flavor made me moan. Pleasing my man, with my mouth, with my hands, was such a turn on. I’d had no idea. The one time I’d gotten to do this before, I’d been worried about doing it right.
He’d said there wasn’t a lot to teach me, and he’d been right. I just listened to his moans, watched his body buck and jerk. I followed their lead in this little dance.
That I could bring him to the brink…so fucking hot. I stiffened my tongue, swished it side to side as I angled my head around to tease the big vein that ran along the bottom of his dick. I moaned as his cock twitched in my mouth.
He pulled hard on my hair. Physically lifted me away from his body. He bit my lip. “I said to tuck it away.” He smashed his mouth to mine.
It was then I realized we had stopped.
I pushed at his chest. Wanted to take him back into my mouth. I wanted him to finish before we got out of the car.
He held me still with a single hand in my hair.
My body went lax against his hold. I could feel the moisture seeping from between the lips of my pussy. I was more than ready for him. I moaned as I twisted in his grip.
“Good girl, cupcake. Who’s in charge?” he asked against my mouth.
“You are. I wanted to finish you in my mouth.” I looked up at him through my lashes. Pouted.
His chuckle was raw. “I’m going to finish inside that tight, dripping cunt of yours, cupcake. No more topping from the bottom.”
There was that phrase I didn’t fully understand again. My hand still around his dick, I squeezed his shaft.
His cheeks flushed red as his pupils blew out in the low light. “What did I just say?”
I nipped his lip. “Something about my bottom.” I wiggled it.
“I’m going to spank that bottom. Hands. Put them on my chest.”
I stilled as I studied him. Tried to push the lust from my brain. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Open access, cupcake. I told you in the bunker.”
I shook my head. “No. I would have remembered that.”
He shrugged slightly. “Then I meant to tell you that. You can touch me whenever you want. I’d just appreciate a little warning if I’m preoccupied.”
My heart exploded in joy as I laid my hands against his chest. I watched his eyes, the fine muscles at the corners. They would tell me how he felt about it even if he didn’t voice the words.
Those tiny muscles relaxed, smoothed out, as if I’d given him relief instead of pain. A mountain of love swamped through me. I leaned forward, settled my lips against his.
He answered the kiss with the sweetest pressure. Right before he tightened his hand in my hair. “I’m going to take you upstairs to our bedroom. Watch your spectacular body be revealed as I strip your clothes off. Then I’m going to get naked. Let you see what you do to me.”
I licked my lips. Images of his naked body danced through my mind.
“But you can’t touch me. Not yet.”
I bared my teeth at him. Narrowed my eyes.
He smiled. “I’ll lay you back on the bed. Tie your hands to my headboard. You won’t be able to touch me at all. You’ll strain against the silk. Yank and pull. But it won’t matter.”
I snarled.
“Then I’m going to cover your entire body with bites. Kiss away the pain.” He brought my head closer. Just close enough to feel his breath wash over my lips. “Then I’m going to slap your cunt.”
My body jerked.
His smile was smoke and sex. “I’m going to spread you open. Feast my eyes and mouth on the pretty pussy that belongs to me.”
I moaned.
“I’ll slide one finger from your clit to your entrance. Circle it. Tease you. Tease you like you tease me. Featherlight touches that drive you crazy. That will make you strain for more. Deeper. Harder. Just when you’re about to scream at me, I’ll slap your clit and ra
m two fingers deep inside your wet heat.”
I panted. “Yes. Please, Ryker.”
“No. Now you have to wait. You’ll learn, cupcake. Learn who’s actually in charge.” He set me back into my own seat. “Instead of rushing up in the elevator, now we have to unload the car.” He opened his door. Got out. He took a minute to stuff his rock hard dick back into his pants.
I glared at him. He was seriously going to just leave me like this? I lowered my hands to my body. Eased them between my legs.
He dipped his head back in. “If you touch yourself, I won’t let you come tonight.”
I flipped him off as I stilled the downward slide of my other hand. His laugh was huge and light. “Get your sexy ass out of the car, cupcake. Get it upstairs. I’m going to devour you.”
I slammed out of the SUV. Stomped around to the back of the car. Everything inside me ached and yearned. Burned and screamed for him. But nooo. Jerk had to go all ‘my way or the highway.’ And no, it didn’t matter that his bossiness made me even hotter. It was the principle of the thing.
He smirked at me as he hit the button to lift the gate. Brushed up against my body as he started handing out luggage.
I bit back a moan as his elbow slid against my breasts. I wanted to kick him. Right after I rode his cock dry.
After what felt like a year, all of my stuff was once again sitting on the floor of an underground garage. There was no way we were going to be able to carry it up in one trip. Which meant it was going to be even longer before I got him inside me.
Fuck my life. I grabbed two handles, turned in the direction of the elevator.
He caught me with a hard hand at my waist. Jerked me back against him. “Your pouting is driving me mad.” He pushed me chest first against the side of the car. Yanked at my pants. Shoved them to just below my knees. Ripped my panties off.
He spread my legs as far apart as the downed pants would allow. I heard the raspy zzzpt of his zipper. In one sudden move, he was thrusting deep inside me. My breath fogged over the glass as I watched his reflection fade in and out of focus.
I pushed my ass back against him. Curled my fingers into the hard steel of the car as he ravaged my body. Low moans, one right after the other, purled from my throat as I felt his dick drag through my swollen tissues over and over.
He growled right before he sank his teeth into the muscle between my neck and shoulder. My cunt tightened down on him as the pain surged through my system like a flame through a puddle of gasoline.
“Ryker,” I breathed.
“That’s right, cupcake. I own this body. Own your heart. Anything you have is mine.” His thrusts bottomed out inside me in the most delicious thumping sensation as he wrenched my head back by my hair.
I bared my teeth. “You can have all of me as long as I own all of you.” My words were choppy, my breath wheezed through my chest.
“Fuck yes.” He slammed into me again. He wedged his hand between my body and the car. The tips of his fingers like blunt claws as he walked his hand down from my waist to my pubic bone. He ground us against his hand.
“Harder, Ryker,” I begged.
His low chuckle tightened everything inside me. “When I’m ready to give you harder, you’ll know.” He bit my ear.
He maneuvered his fingers down to where our bodies met in furious contact. I felt him slide his fingers down farther. Gather up some cream that was slowly being forced from my body. In moments, he had his slippery thumb rubbing against the full nub of my clit.
“Now,” he whispered in my ear. His thrusts picked up power without changing his rhythm. His thumb repeatedly ground against and slipped off the side of the collection of nerves at the apex of my sex.
My body was a morass of sensation. I couldn’t cling to just one. They washed over me, dragged me to the bottom where I got stuck in the riptide of sensuous feeling.
He licked my neck where he’d bitten before. Then sank his teeth into me again.
I shot over the edge into orgasm faster than I’d thought possible. “Ryker,” I moaned his name, made it into a benediction.
His growl was rough and hoarse as he pistoned his hips faster and faster into my slick pussy. The quivers and shakes from my own orgasm tightened me around his thick shaft. Made it more difficult for him to move within my rippling cunt.
With one more hard thrust, he jerked against me. His breathing was just as ragged as mine. His body trembling as his shout was muffled by my flesh.
For long moments, we leaned there against the car. Survivors of a sexy war. We both groaned as he pulled from my body.
“Sweet fuck, I’ll never not find that hot as hell.” He took some kind of cloth from somewhere and wiped at the liquid that was dribbling down my thighs.
I waited to see if my shaky legs would hold me before I turned around. His shirt was wadded up in his hand, his ripped chest bare.
“I want to lick you from top to bottom.” The words were out of my mouth before they registered in my brain.
He smiled. “Let’s get your shit upstairs before we give the security room guys any more of a show.” He lifted a hand, waited for me to take it.
My breath was stuck in my throat. “Some guys were watching us?” I felt like my skin was going to shrivel up on my body and run away.
He stepped forward, his face losing the teasing edge in a blink. “No. I turned the cameras off as soon as we crossed into the garage. The moment I realized I couldn’t wait to be inside you. I was just messing with you.” He caught my cheeks between his hands, angled me up to look fully in my face. “It was a bad joke. I’m sorry.” His brilliant green gaze flicked from side to side as he studied me. “You okay?”
I breathed slowly a couple times. Waited for the feeling to come back to my fingers and toes.
“I will never share you with anyone. Not even on security cameras. Your body is for me alone. Always. Forever. I promise you that, cupcake.”
I nodded, knew he was telling me the truth. I blew out a breath. “Being on camera isn’t something I think I can ever allow, Ryker.” I looked up at him. Let him see the pain.
He shook his head. “That’s never been a kink of mine, but it certainly would be off the list now anyway.” He lowered his head slowly. Got down so we were nose to nose. “We good?”
I tipped my chin up. Pressed my lips to his. “We’re good, hero. Just startled me.”
He kissed me again. “And for that I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He pulled me into his arms for a moment. Just held me.
I wrapped my hands around his waist. An odd breezy sensation wafted over my ass. I started to giggle.
He pulled back slightly. “What’s got you tickled now?”
I pointed to my legs. “We’re legit standing in your private garage, hugging, and my pants are around my ankles.”
His head tipped back as gales of laughter poured from him. After a moment, he straightened. He leaned down, slapped a hand to my bare ass. “Pull those back up so I don’t ravage you in the elevator. We really do need to get your stuff in the house.” He backed up, started organizing luggage while I bent and grabbed my pants.
I grabbed up the two pieces of luggage I’d claimed before. Added a few of the smaller ones on the telescoping handles. “Ready, hero?”
He grunted. He had four suitcases, two garment bags, and three shoulder bags full of my stuff. “And you really need all of this?”
I smiled and made my way to the elevator. “Most of that’s clothes. Do you want me to have clothes?”
I hit the button to bring the car to the basement. Turned back. I saw him standing there, a look in his eye that boded poorly for my clothes. “Don’t you dare, Ryker Anthony.” I glared at him.
He pouted. Started moving again. “Unless you have some really trashy outfits in here, I think I should get to decide what you wear.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Does that mean I get to pick out your clothes?”
He shuddered. “No. I’m not a child.”
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p; “Exactly, buster. You want to pick out clothes from my closet, you better be prepared to wear them yourself.”
“But I like dressing you.” He gave me puppy dog eyes.
I rolled mine. “Not happening unless there are exigent circumstances.”
His bright green eyes glowed. “We’ll have to discuss these circumstances.”
The car dinged, saving me from the weirdness that was the love of my life’s quirky need to control my life.
Chapter 7 – Ryker
We pushed into the elevator car. Only half of her bags were with us and there was barely any room for humans in here. There was no way all of this was her clothing. It was mind-boggling that she would have this much.
“Where is my stuff going?” she asked as the doors slid closed.
I held my breath, waited to see if the elevator would give us a weight warning. Sighed in relief as we began our ascent. “In the closet.”
She snorted. “Which closet?”
I looked at her, narrowed my eyes. “Our closet. You’re staying here. No moving out. No changing your mind. We’ve made it this far, we’re not stopping now. If we need to do some renovations to make it easier for you, then we will. But you are mine.” I surveyed her sea of matching luggage. “And apparently that means your clothes as well.”
Her smile was brilliant. “Good answer.” She opened her mouth. Shut it. Bit her lip.
I sighed. “Spit it out, cupcake. We can’t fix it if it’s just rattling around up there in your brain.”
“Are you incredibly messy?” she asked, her words rushed.
My brow furrowed. I mean, I wasn’t a neat freak. But I wasn’t a slob either. I tried to figure out the trail her brain had taken to get to that question.
Apparently, I took too long and she indulged her pity for my lack of understanding. “When you stayed at my home--”
I glared at her.