Then before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms, and he was throwing me on the bed. The box that was near me bounced, along with my breasts.
I giggled.
He didn’t. He placed the box on his nightstand then straddled me, his erection barely touching my stomach. “You’re beautiful, bold, and fucking off the charts.”
My cheeks flushed. I’d never had a guy tell me as much, at least not in the heat of the moment. I had a feeling Ryker didn’t say that to many women he brought to bed, and that made me want him more.
“My turn to play,” he said. “Arms over your head, and no touching your body or mine unless I tell you to.” He crawled off me, pulled my legs down until my butt was close to the edge of the bed. “Knees up.”
I obeyed him like a well-trained puppy. At the moment, I would do anything for him as long as the end game was a climax—a long, drawn-out climax.
“Good girl.” He stood erect and played with himself, raking his gaze over my body from head to toe and everywhere in between.
I could feel a snarl forming. While it was a beautiful sight to see him play, he was tormenting me as though he wanted to make me pay for something.
But as much as he wanted to be in control, my body needed a release. So I went to place my fingers on my clit.
He shook his head ever so slowly. “Haven.” The warning sent delightful shivers through my body.
Nevertheless, I was intrigued as to what he would do if I disobeyed. I raised my brows, my fingers sliding down my stomach as I spread my legs wider.
He continued to pump himself, trying to reach his own release, all the while piercing me with his eyes as though he were considering what to do with me.
I didn’t care if he spanked me. I didn’t care if he tied me up. My only goal was to climax.
“R-Ryker,” I stuttered.
He smirked. “All I want you to do is watch, beautiful. Feel the pleasurable pain as you watch me.” His tongue snaked out as he lowered his gaze to my sex. “Watch what you’re doing to me.”
“Sixty-nine,” I said. “We can come together.”
His hand froze. Then in a flash, we were positioned in a perfect sixty-nine with him on top. Before his tongue touched my clit, my lips were around his dick.
I sucked him so darn hard, I swore his groan made the house shake.
Then he dove into me, his tongue capturing my clit, and I bucked off the bed.
I sucked him. He licked me. I licked him. He sucked me. Back and forth we went with moans, groans, and sweet noises.
His head bobbed, as did mine.
Nothing in the world mattered except him and me and making music that I prayed would last forever.
But forever came to an abrupt halt when his tongue dove into me then back up to my clit in quick succession. My body tensed, and my mouth opened wide as lightning flashed behind my eyelids.
He continued to suck through my release. Instead of screaming his name, I clamped down on his erection. When I did, his body tightened, and he pulled out as he came all over my chest.
I relaxed into the bed, trying to catch my breath as my toes tingled.
He crawled off me then adjusted himself until his head was near mine. We lay there, breathing heavy, as thetick, tick, tickof the fan blades above us reverberated in the room. Or maybe it was my heart pounding in my ears.
Ryker shoved both hands through his hair. “Holy fuck.”
“Something wrong?” If he so much as said yes, I would throat-punch him.
“That was…”
“Unforgettable,” I added.
