He crawled onto the bed and looked down at me with one eyebrow arched in question. He probably expected me to pull away again, but I was tired of fighting something I wanted as badly as my next breath. Keeping him at bay was exhausting, and I’d much rather spend my time letting him exhaust me sexually.
I reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down until our lips touched. I sucked on his bottom lip as he pressed his weight into me. I ran my hands into his hair and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and pushed his thigh between my legs, spreading them with one brisk move. His tongue danced with mine. His hips rocked against my tingling core. A hot wave of arousal shot through me as he devoured my mouth with strong thrusts of his tongue. My desire for him was a heated frenzy that made me delirious with lust.
“God, Ryder,” I moaned as he trailed kisses across my collarbone. “I need you… so badly.”
He reached down, and just when I thought he was going to unbutton my shirt, he tore it open. Buttons scattered around us as I gaped at him.
“What’s with you always tearing my clothes?”
“What’s with your clothes always being in my way?” he replied as he yanked my jeans over my hips and down my legs. The minute I was naked, he pulled my legs around his waist, settling between them. His body covered mine completely. His erection poked at my aching center through his jeans as he leaned in to kiss me again. He ran kisses across my face and over my neck, then stopped abruptly.
“You have no idea how much I need you, but I don’t think you’re ready.”
“What?” I gasped as his mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue gliding over the hardened nub like a silken caress. “I’m ready. I’m so… beyond ready.”
My tone was raspy and breathless as he assaulted me with his tongue. I reached down, fumbling with the clasp of his belt buckle. He put a hand over mine to stop me from releasing him.
“Please.” I begged, cupping his hard flesh through his pants.
He pulled my hand away, and I focused on his fingers as he began loosening his belt. The rasp of his zipper seemed to echo in the quiet room, and he pulled down his jeans and underwear in one motion.
Uh-huh, still as impressive as I remembered. I fantasized about this part of him so many times I began to think I imagined how wide he was and how fascinatingly sexy his pierced flesh was. I reached out to touch him, but he pinned my hands over my head and whispered, “I need to touch you first.”
His breaths were heavy as his hand slipped between my legs and parted my wet flesh. I trembled as he skimmed over the throbbing nub, gliding his finger into my welcoming body.
“You’re so wet. You made me wait so long for this? You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? You—hot, wet, and pleading.”
“Please, Ryder,” I whimpered as he worked me with his deft fingers.
“Oh, you’re definitely going to please me.” He withdrew his finger and reached for the pants he tossed across the bed, pulling out a foil packet. He knelt between my legs, rolling on the condom in record time. As he came back over me, I held on to his shoulders, bracing myself because I knew he was going to stretch me.
His wide tip slowly pushed at my entrance. He glided slowly into me, and my breath caught in the back of my throat. As I shut my eyes, I noticed him watching me closely. His mouth caressed my collarbone with whisper-soft kisses, and then his tongue swept across my nipple. A ripple of pleasure caused me to become slick, and he slipped in to the hilt. My eyes bulged and my muscles tightened from the shock of being so full of him.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Open up and let me have you.” I relaxed my thighs, but he didn’t move. He began sucking on one nipple, then the other until I loosened up under a new surge of arousal. I was wet and he was hard, but he was also
large
. He filled me so completely; I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. He eased out and slowly drove back into me. I felt the metal studs on the ends of his piercing glide along my walls. My back arched off the bed and sparks shot behind my eyelids as pleasure raced through every cell of my body.
“I know this isn’t what you want, but I feel things for you, Lexi, and I can’t just push them away anymore.”
Another deep thrust wrenched a ragged moan from my lips. He drove into me with expert strokes that shook my defenses.
“Don’t say things like that.” I whimpered on his downward thrust, trembled slightly, and then squeezed my eyes shut as if to block out his soft words. The kind of words that could have me screaming out my love for him long before I was ready.
He pulled back, leaning over me with his palms pressed into the mattress as his thrusts became fierce. Moisture pooled behind my tightly shut eyelids as I danced on the edge of my orgasm. Something amazing was trying to burst free, but I couldn’t grasp it. His fingertip flicked my throbbing clit, and then a wave of rapture hit me so hard I screamed out.
“Oh…
Fuck!
”
Ryder’s motions slowed down as I rode out my orgasm. Moments later, he pulled out. The shock of losing him inside me didn’t last long as he rolled me over and pulled me on top of him, impaling me with his rigid shaft.
I didn’t like the change in position. My bones felt like jelly after the orgasm I experienced. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, but it didn’t matter because Ryder guided my body while he rocked into me at a very different angle. He nibbled on my bottom lip, then plunged his tongue into my mouth. His hands cupped my ass, and I began to move along with him as I grew hot with need. I captured his moans and reveled in the power I held over his pleasure. I rotated my hips as he thrust up into my clenching body.
He tore his lips away from mine and threw his head back against the pillow. The veins in his neck popped out, and he roared as I undulated over him and wrung every last drop of pleasure from his body. His cock pulsated inside me with his release.
I collapsed over him, resting my head on his shoulder. Our sweat-soaked bodies clung to each other as he caressed my back and my hair. He placed light kisses on my face, and I enjoyed his tender affections as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. When I finally tried to move, he shook his head at my attempt to pull away from him and gently rolled me over. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash.
He wrapped himself around me. As his breathing evened out, he fell asleep. Silent tears fell from my eyes. What was supposed to be a great sexual experience turned into a flourish of emotions, and I didn’t know what to do with that. As angry as I was at Ryder for bombarding me with his feelings at a time when I couldn’t fight back, I knew deep in my heart I felt it, too.
I was falling in love with Ryder Hayes, and I didn’t think I was ready.
No. I knew I wasn’t ready.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ryder
I made her mine. Nothing was going to stop me from having her.
I put everything on the line for Alexis, and I knew I’d never be the same without her. Sex with her was better than I had imagined but exactly what I knew it would be. It made me feel powerful but weak at the same time. I never felt weak. I was a fighter, and weakness was something I couldn’t comprehend until Lexi ran her hand down my back and absorbed my trembles as I released more than just my semen in her tight body.
She was sleeping with a content little smile on her face when the doorbell rang. I pried myself out from under her to answer the door before the shrill sound woke her. The face on the other side made me wary. My mother stood there with a wide smile, but I knew as soon as she found out Lexi was here, things would turn ugly.
“Good morning, baby.” She scooted past me and headed for the kitchen.
“What are you doing here, Mom?” I asked, following behind her.
“Do I need an invitation to have breakfast with my son?”
“No, but…”
Shit
. She knew Lexi was staying with me, so I had a feeling she came here looking for trouble.
“But what?” She placed a hand at her hip and crooked an eyebrow.
“You didn’t come here to start trouble, did you?”
“What are you implying, Ryder?” She began shuffling around my kitchen, pulling out the eggs.
She wouldn’t look me in the eye, so she was definitely here for Alexis. “Mom…”
I heard Alexis moving around in my room, and I hoped she wouldn’t come out. After the night we’d shared, I didn’t need my mom coming in ruining what should’ve been an incredible morning.
At that moment, Alexis came around the corner in one of my T-shirts. Her hair was disheveled, and she gave off the aura of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked.
She didn’t realize I had company until she was practically in front of me. Then she began to pull the shirt down, even though it draped down right above her knees.
“Hi,” she said shyly as my mother gave her a once-over.
“Alexis, this is my mother, Julia Kent. Mom, Alexis Cole.” My voice was tight and had an undercurrent of warning for my mother. She glanced at me, then back at Lexi.
Then she huffed and said, “Figures the hot bitch who stole my husband would have a hot daughter who’s panting after my son.”
Shit
.
Lexi’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. Her chest rose as her breaths became ragged. Just as I thought she was about to run off, she stepped forward and glared at my mother with fire in her eyes.
“You watch how you speak about my mother.”
My mom let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Your mother is a whore who was fucking my husband before your father was cold in his grave.”
“That’s enough, Mom.” I stepped in front of her as she took a step closer to Lexi.
“Lexi, wait for me in the bedroom. I need to talk to my mother.” I stared into my mother’s eyes, but I knew Lexi hadn’t moved. When I turned around, I noticed her misty eyes and the way her hands were trembling. “Lexi…”
She blinked, looked away, and sighed before turning and going back to my room.
“Mom, what are you doing?” She looked away, crossing her arms over her chest. “Mom?” She looked at me and shrugged. “You’re going to mess this up for me.”
“What do you mean? You said you were just friends.” She turned her sharp, accusatory gaze on me.
“Things change.”
“What changed? Three days ago, she was your friend and now she’s what… your girlfriend?” Her eyebrows furrowed.
“No, but she’s important to me. I need you to leave her out of your fight with David and Vanessa.”
“So now it’s
my
fight with David and Vanessa? It used to be
our
fight. You were always on my side.”
“And I’m always going to be on your side, but Lexi doesn’t deserve your hate.”
“I just don’t get what it is about her and her mother. You slept with her, and now you’ve lost your mind. You’re just like your father.”
“If you continue attacking her, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I crossed my arms, and our gazes locked. She always knew when I was serious about something. She’d back off. She wouldn’t like it, but she’d do it for me.
“Seriously?” she whispered, shocked I’d side with Lexi. She stared at me, flabbergasted.
“I won’t say anything else to her,” she said through gritted teeth. She went back to moving around the kitchen to continue making breakfast. “I guess she’ll be joining us for breakfast?”
“Yeah, she will. I’m going to go check on her.” I turned toward my room but paused and looked back.
“And, Mom?” She glanced over her shoulder at me. “What you said about her father…” She shifted nervously. “It was uncalled for.”
She nodded with a look of regret on her face. That was a good sign. A small one, but still good. Maybe I might just get her to see Lexi as a separate entity from her mom.
Lexi was not in the room, but the shower was running. I grabbed a condom before I joined her in the bathroom. I stripped off my shirt and briefs, pulling the glass doors open. She spun around, covering her wet breasts with her hands.
“Ryder, what are you doing? Get out.”
I smiled at her attempt at modesty. She placed a hand on my chest to hold me back as I approached, exposing her hard, pink nipple. There was something about seeing her wet, in any way, which made me hard as a rock. I reached out and dragged a finger over her nipple. She moaned, and my cock jerked in appreciation. Her gaze flitted down, and her lips parted as she watched my cock lengthen.
“Lexi, I’ve touched every curve of your body.” My hand traveled down her side, over her hip, and slid over her ass. I pulled her against me, licking the water off her skin.
“I’ve tasted you when you came.” Her body trembled as I slowly slipped my fingers over her thigh to the moist heat between her thighs.
“And I’ve fucked this tight little hole.” She moaned and bit my shoulder as my finger slipped into her wet pussy. Her nipples were hard beads against my chest, and her whimpers made my dick harder than I thought possible.
“But your mom…”
“I don’t care. She fucked up our morning after, and I’m trying to remedy that.” I needed in. I put on a condom, grabbed the back of her thighs, and lifted her up, spreading her until her legs were wrapped around my back. The head of my cock stretched her entrance as I pushed in. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Her head fell back against the shower wall, eyes squeezed shut as she gasped and panted. My cock jerked as her soft muscles clenched around it. I rocked slowly into her, watching as water swept down her outstretched neck, over the curve of her breasts and down her belly to where we were joined. She ground down to match my strokes. Her tight pussy and the wet visual would quickly bring me to the end.
I leaned in and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I swallowed her moans and fed on her lust as her tongue swirled around mine—warm and hungry. Our lips separated. The steaming water fell over us, clinging to her eyelashes as they fluttered open. Her tongue glided out, and she slowly licked my lips, then bit. My control snapped.
I buried my head into the crook of her neck as I thrust into her over and over—hard and fast, almost savagely. With each thrust, her back arched, and she clawed at me, spurring on my animalistic hunger.