The sound of the balcony door sliding open on the main floor makes me pause. I open my eyes in a lusty haze. Ryder pulls his face away in a lazy motion.
“We’re going to the store, man! Forgot a wine opener,” Kyle yells out, able to be heard through the glass from above. “They don’t got one here.”
Ryder moves to the balcony door to slide it open. “Grab the usual!”
A chastising chuckle echoes above. “Already on it, dude.”
Ryder shuts the door, shrugging as he faces me. “It’s easier to yell at each other like this. Weird habit of ours.”
A grin spreads across my face, absolutely captivated by all the minor details of his life.
He carelessly takes off his coat, laying it on a chair near the door, before deeply inhaling and moving one of his hands to my hip, tugging me closer. He leans in, hovering his mouth in front of mine, his warm breath on my lips. “That was hot as hell watching you touch yourself earlier.”
I don’t even answer him, diving in for a zealous kiss like a confession that he’s absolutely right; I never knew how exciting it was to have someone watch me like that. His response is instant, and he pulls hard, his motion fluid and full ofpower.
Damn, do I want this man to make me sore. Pressing my groin and chest against him, I can feel his erection even through his denim.
He growls, “I can’t have you press against my cock and not fuck you.”
“How far away is their store?”
“Ten minutes. So twenty ‘til they’re back.”
It doesn’t take much time to think this through. Throwing caution to the wind, I jump in feet first. “I didn’t bring condoms. I’m on the pill, though.”
A focus born from discipline burns in his eyes, the passion ablaze when we hear the cabin’s front door close, signaling that Kyle and Carla have left.
A kaleidoscope of hormones fuel me with avarice, all spinning in my body as I take off my jacket, ready to dispose of this dress. I need this with Ryder. I can’t stop the way deeper feelings only add vibrant colors to what’s bursting inside of me. I want to fuck and make love to this man all at the same time.
Ryder is quick with his belt and jeans. I’m not sure how it all happens, but through a series of kissing and tongues carelessly grazing the other, we both lose most of our clothes, save for my bra and underwear, and Ryder still in his boxers.
My hands roam the valleys and hills of his hard muscles. I’ve seen him so many times in the massage room, but it’s here that he feels bare. I have access to all of him, to touch him how I want. And he absolutely returns the sexual gluttony, his rough hands either fisting my hair or roaming my hips, breasts, and ass. His erection presses firmly against my stomach, making me groan with demand.
I’m aware we are drifting, but I don’t know—nor do I care—where he directs us.
His lips trail down my jaw to my neck, the man sucking and nipping at my skin. I flinch when the back of my knees hits the bed. Ryder quickly compensates, his exploratory grip turning to guidance as he steadies the two of us.
His hands reach for my bra once we are stable, removing it.
With my breasts free, he quickly finds the exposed skin, fisting one. He looks me in the eye, one of his ticks coming out where he swiftly makes an expression that could be similar to a sneer—but rather, it’s more like an expression of the carnal energy that brews within.
It’s intense. Needy.
He says, “Lie down. Take off your underwear.”
I don’t need to be told twice, my hands already reaching for the fabric, tossing my panties at his chest before crawling onto the bed, propped up on my elbows.
Naked and exposed, I lie there, staring at his erection that tents his boxers, my modesty erased as I drink him in. He’s carved like a statue, his hands and forearms veined. I don’t know why it gets to me, but it just makes him lookpowerful.
He takes his time to look me over, like he doesn’t know where to start.
I smile. “Enjoying your view?”
His gaze lands between my thighs, my underwear still in his hand. He brings the fabric to his face. “I just want to do too many fucking things at once.”
An involuntary whimper escapes me.
“I fucking love it when you do that,” he praises. Tossing the underwear, he leans over, his eyes devouring my pussy. His gaze flicks up at me through furrowed brows. “I want you to come quick, so I have more time to fuck you.”
