Fuck it.
I hook my arm around his neck and shove his mask up his face. Ryder’s shoulders tense beneath my palm, his eyes flaring wide in shock. My lips smash against his, and I squeeze my eyes shut, shuddering at the feeling of his piercings rubbing against me. He doesn’t respond right away, but after a heartbeat, he melts and kisses me back with as much—if not more—hunger and desperation. He threads his fingers through my hair at the back of my head, holding me in place while he dominates my mouth with his.
The world falls away, leaving us in our own bubble as we consume each other. I breathe in his every shaky breath, and he swallows my every whimper. Kissing him feels like a missing piece inside me clicks into place. He’s changing my very DNA and rewiring me into someone I don’t recognize.
But I’m not mad about it.
He cradles my head with surprising gentleness, as though he doesn’t want to hurt me by losing control. Ryder slips his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. I shudder at the feeling of the piercing stroking against me. He slips his hand between my legs and cups my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls into the kiss.
When he growledmineto me the other day, I don’t think he meant the mask. It was a warning of things to come.
I tighten my hold around his neck and let my legs fall open to give him easier access.
Ryder ends the kiss and smiles against my mouth as he rubs two fingers between my folds. “Oh, doll. It’s like you’re begging for my touch. You’re soaking wet for your big brother.”
“Only for you.” My hips buck and chase Ryder’s fingers as he teases me with gentle strokes.
He tips his head back and watches me as he works me toward an orgasm that ebbs and flows like the tide. Each time I think I’m about to come, Ryder probes my opening with a thick finger. I growl in frustration after the third time, but Ryder’s smile tells me he knows what he’s doing.
“Please!” I whine.
“Please what, sis?” He avoids my clit and continues teasing me by rubbing everywhere else, then sinking a finger inside me. My eyelashes flutter, and the tension in my core tightens. Ryder pulls out, his grin widening at my frustration.
“Please”—I grasp his wrist and guide his fingers back to my clit—“make me come.”
His humor melts, leaving behind a hungry expression saved for only me. He doesn’t say anything as he sits up, peels off my borrowed T-shirt, and tosses it to the floor. Heat pools between my legs as he stands and shoves his pants off, freeing his cock from its confines.
Fear wells in my chest as I stare at his massive girth. I don’t know how he’ll fit inside me. The girl he brought over the other morning could barely fit him inside her mouth.
Ryder climbs back onto the bed and maneuvers me, making more room for his wide shoulders as he settles on his stomach between my spread legs.
“What are you doing?” I choke out.
“Eating my dinner.” He sticks his tongue out, letting saliva gather on the tip. I watch, mesmerized, as it drips onto my pussy. My core spasms from the warmth and another clear display of ownership.
“Oh, fuck!” My back arches off the bed at the first sweep of his pierced tongue. I grab the top of his head, and my fingers grasp the soft, pliant fabric of his mask.
No one has ever done this to me. I’ve only seen it done in porn videos. No amount of imagery could have prepared me for the intensity of the act.
Ryder focuses on my clit with the tip of his tongue. He flicks the sensitive bud with his piercing and occasionally groans to send vibrations through me. He locks his arms around my thighs, holding me open and keeping me still as he drives me to the brink of madness.
“I’m so close,” I choke out.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and tingles spread through my body. Ryder grunts, captures my clit between his lips, and teases my spasming opening with a finger before he sinks the digit inside me.
“You’re so tight for me,” he growls.
Now would be a good time to tell him I’m a virgin, but I can’t muster the energy to say anything but his name. It’s a prayer to the moody god between my legs, his sole focus on my pleasure. He adds a second finger and stretches me wider. I hiss between my teeth at the burn. It lasts only a second before the pleasure overpowers it.
Ryder raises his darkened eyes to my face, his tongue flicking faster against my clit. “Come for me, little sister.”
He adds a third finger, and it’s enough to shove me over the edge. My back bows off the bed, my lips parted on a silent scream as the orgasm rips through me. Ryder works me through the pleasure, lengthening it for as long as possible.
The last orgasm he gave me was mind-blowing. This one has me seeing God and begging to come back to Earth. As I float back to my body, Ryder kisses my mound and pulls away. He kneels between my legs and licks his bottom lip, which glistens with my cum.
Then he grabs my phone.
